A seal of immortality

Chapter 62 Female Ghost
"Grandfather, don't be fooled by him. Maybe he was transformed by that female ghost. I saw the blue light on his body with my own eyes. It's not a monster." A villager poked his head out and shrank behind the door, questioning road.

Hearing the words, the old man turned his eyes to Wang Changsheng, and an imperceptible doubt flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng knew that the villagers would not believe him if he didn't show his hand. He sighed. Wang Changsheng took out a wooden talisman and slapped it on his body. A cyan light curtain suddenly emerged, and then he took out another one. The water shield talisman was slapped on the body, and a blue light curtain emerged from the cyan light curtain.

Seeing this, the old man had a smile on his wrinkled face, and the look of anticipation in his eyes grew stronger.

The boy's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

"This... I'm not mistaken!"

"It's really a fairy, that's great, our Chen Family Village has been saved."

"Immortal, please save us!"

Seeing this scene, the doubts in the villagers' hearts disappeared, they came out of the house one after another, and ran towards Wang Changsheng.

The villagers gathered around Wang Changsheng, talking non-stop, making Wang Changsheng's head dizzy.

"Just be quiet, everyone be quiet, how can the immortal help us if you are like this, if you anger the immortal, let's see if you have any good fruit to eat," the old man frowned slightly when he saw this, and hurriedly scolded loudly.

After hearing this, the villagers immediately became quiet. It was obvious that the old man was quite prestigious.

"Don't blame the gods, the country people don't understand the rules, so please forgive the gods," the old man said while carefully observing Wang Changsheng. Seeing that Wang Changsheng's face didn't change, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid of offending the young fairy in front of him.

"It's okay, old man, it's still raining, can you talk in another place, if possible, get me a bowl of hot soup to drink," Wang Changsheng shook his head, took off the talisman seal on his body, and said unhurriedly.

"No problem," the old man nodded, agreed, and turned to tell the boy, "Qiu Sheng, go back and tell your grandma to kill a chicken and make a bowl of chicken soup for the immortal."

"Understood, Grandpa," the boy nodded, turned and ran towards a certain earthen house.

"Dalong, lead the horse for the immortal," the old man ordered to a burly man next to him, and then walked in a certain direction with the support of several villagers.

The burly man responded, carefully holding the horse rope, and followed the old man, and other villagers hurriedly followed.

Not long after, a group of people stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated wooden house. The plaque in front of the door read "Chen Family Ancestral Hall".

"Immortals, please come in, this is the ancestral hall of our Chen Family Village," the old man made a gesture of invitation, and said to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng was also polite, got off his horse, and walked into the ancestral hall under the awed eyes of the villagers.

As soon as he entered the ancestral hall, Wang Changsheng frowned slightly. The ancestral god's amulet was randomly discarded on the ground, and the tables and chairs fell to the ground, as if a thief had come.

"I am ashamed of my ancestors! I am ashamed of my ancestors!" The old man beat the floor hard with his crutches, and a few tears flowed from his cloudy eyes.

Seeing this, several villagers picked up all the god master cards discarded on the ground, and placed them carefully.

"That female ghost came again, and this time she threw all the god's master cards of the ancestors on the ground. It's really disgusting," a villager said through gritted teeth.

"Female ghost?" Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words. As a cultivator, Wang Changsheng certainly knew what a ghost was. In the samsara of the world, but if the deceased had great resentment and was buried in a place with dense yin, the soul will exist in a special way, which is a ghost.

Among the demons and crooked ways, there are immortal cultivators who specialize in the study of ghosts. These immortal cultivators are called ghost cultivators. Ghost cultivators generally collect a large number of souls and sacrifice them into ghosts for them to drive. It is said that some powerful ghosts , the strength is not even below the same level of immortal cultivators, and has some incredible supernatural powers, it is not known whether it is true or false Wang Changsheng.

But then again, once the soul is sacrificed by special means, it will completely lose the possibility of reincarnation, and the immortals who practice the ghost way generally have no good end.

Thinking this way in his heart, Wang Changsheng glanced at the messy ancestral hall, and said to the old man: "Old man, if you have anything to say, you can say it now!"

Hearing this, the old man sighed, and told the whole story. Wang Changsheng frowned slightly after hearing the old man's words.

It turned out that a young widow in the village had sex with a passing businessman. The old man led the villagers to arrest her and planned to throw her into the river the next day to soak the pig cage. On the way of chasing, the widow accidentally fell and crashed to death on a boulder. For such a shameless woman, the villagers naturally would not bury her in the village cemetery, but just threw her body in a bamboo forest. Let the beast bite.

I thought this incident would end like this. Who would have thought that this widow turned into a female ghost to take revenge on the villagers. In just half a month, seven villagers died at her murderous hands. The villagers simply fled the village, and only some villagers who were reluctant to part with their homeland were willing to stay in the village.

There is nothing during the day, but at night, this female ghost comes out to do evil, making people panic, and the villagers dare not even sleep, which seriously affects the cultivation during the day. If this continues, the villagers will be alive even if they are not killed by the female ghost starve.

Therefore, the old man hoped that Wang Changsheng could help them get rid of this female ghost so that they could live a peaceful life again.

"Old man, how do you know that I am an immortal? Have you seen other immortals?" After listening to the old man's narration, Wang Changsheng did not immediately agree to the old man, but asked instead.

This village is too remote, and the aura of heaven and earth is relatively thin. If he hadn't lost his way while sheltering from the rain, Wang Changsheng wouldn't have found this place, let alone other cultivators!

Hearing the words, the old man hesitated, as if there was something unspeakable, he pondered for a moment, and finally said: "To tell you the truth, according to my great-grandfather, the ancestor of our Chenjia Village was also a fairy who flew into the sky and escaped from the earth, but he didn't know Why did I settle down here? My great-grandfather also gave me some immortal skills. I thought that the immortals were all made up by my great-grandfather, but I didn’t expect it to be true.” At the end, the old man’s expression was a little excited.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng suddenly realized that some immortal cultivators who had no hope of breaking through would indeed choose a place to establish a family in order to pass on what they had learned, but according to the old man, Wang Changsheng guessed that their ancestor was probably a casual cultivator who was indifferent to fame and fortune Otherwise, as an immortal cultivator, he could be a guest of secular dignitaries and enjoy endless prosperity and wealth. There is no need to go to this place where no shit is possible to establish Chenjia Village.

In normal times, Wang Changsheng didn't mind helping the villagers get rid of this female ghost, but right now he was rushing to attend the Ningzhou small meeting, so he didn't have time to do it, but facing the expectant eyes of the villagers, he It's not easy to say no.

"Here comes the chicken soup, Immortal, here comes the chicken soup," at this moment, a childish voice of a boy came from outside the ancestral hall.

Wang Changsheng looked up at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and saw a boy named Qiusheng walking towards him slowly, holding a rectangular tray with three large bowls on it, exuding a tempting aroma.

"Immortal, here, chicken soup," a villager took the tray from the boy's hand, put it in front of Wang Changsheng respectfully, and beckoned him to taste it.

Wang Changsheng was also polite, with a few "cuck", "cuck" and "cuck", he drank a bowl of chicken soup, and a feeling of warmth spread throughout his body.

When Wang Changsheng was about to pick up the second bowl, he noticed that the boy was staring eagerly at the chicken soup in his hand and swallowed.

"Do you want to drink? Here." Seeing this, Wang Changsheng smiled slightly, and handed the boy a bowl of steaming chicken soup.

(End of this chapter)