Qing Yuan tremblingly grabbed her clothes and wanted to carry her away again, and Xi Feng, who noticed his intention, hugged him tightly: "Don't throw me out."
"Then don't hug me."
Xifeng immediately let go, glanced at him and hummed, "The floor is asleep and I still hate this little bit of dust."
Qing Yuan, who was trying hard to pat the dust, looked at the dismal Xifeng: "The floor is cleaner than you."
"..." Xifeng recalled that every time he lay down, he had to clean the floor four or five times, and it was so polished that it could slip on people's floors, as if... it was cleaner than she is now. She patted the dust on her face, as if she was putting powder on her face, "It's strange that this kind of local fairy, who prays for good fortune and relieves disasters, even shelters monsters."
"How do you know it's covering up?"
"I'm a mortal anyway. They attacked me but not the bowl demon who entered the temple first. This is not a cover up, is it still blind?"
Xifeng, who was relieved to breathe, was finally able to concentrate on casting spells. She squatted down, stamped the ground with her palm, drew a talisman on the back of her hand, and shouted "Get up", the ground shook three times, and an abyss was opened, and the flying dust Inhaled immediately.
Although there is a lot of flying dust, there is always a time when it is exhausted.
In just a moment, this chaotic temple gradually appeared. Not only the dust that had just been raised, but also the dust that had been accumulated in the temple had been sucked clean.
Xifeng felt that everyone was refreshed and happy.
As soon as the dust dissipated, the giggling sound that was still in the dust disappeared.
Xifeng probed into the temple and saw at least seven or eight shadows dodging and hiding. She raised her eyebrows and went in with her sword. The inside of the temple was really dilapidated. The stone statues of the gods that had been supported in various places were crumpled up and down, in a state of decay.
This temple, I am afraid it has been abandoned for a long time.
Once inside, the demonic aura of the bowl of demon became very obvious. She swiped around and swiped her sword sharply towards the back of a stone statue.
"Ah—" The frightened Wan Yao suddenly jumped out and ran away.
Xifeng hummed softly, a golden thread flew out of his hand, and it was quickly woven into a net in the air. Seeing that it was about to be intercepted, the stone statue suddenly came over, suddenly stood up, and directly blocked the golden thread, and the bowl demon was in front of Xifeng again. escape. Xifeng was so angry that he didn't want to be merciful, and said to the stone statue: "Even if it is a god, I will not be polite."
The people in the sky really pursued it, and she also had reason and reason, saying that they were covering up the monsters who frightened the people of the town.
The long sword in his hand was turned into an iron rod, and he was about to knock the stone statue out to force the little fairy out. One hand stretched out out of thin air, grabbed her wrist, and said anxiously, "Stop."
The corner of Xifeng's lips, who didn't really want to knock the stone statue, grabbed the hand and pulled it hard, and a strand of spirit was pulled down from the air.
The girl was caught off guard, screamed "Oops", rolled from the air, fell to the ground, and said in pain, "Rough."
Xifeng wrapped her hand with gold thread and asked, "'Hee hee' is that you?"
The girl rolled her eyebrows: "It's not me, it's the one behind you."
Xifeng paused for a while, and when he looked back, he saw a big fat girl was pressing her with a body of a thousand jins. In an instant, it was like a ferocious tiger pounced on food, and Xifeng hurriedly avoided. After scaring Xifeng away, he immediately pulled her away. Whoever wanted the golden thread to entangle the thin girl's hand around her hand, tied the two of them at once.
The more the two people who were tied into zongzi struggled, the tighter the gold thread would entangle them.
Xifeng squatted in front of them with a grin on the corner of his mouth: "Hee hee."
"… "
"Laugh, why don't you laugh, didn't you laugh very proudly just now?" Xifeng stretched out his fingers and poked their foreheads, "Although he is a little god, he is still ranked in the Immortal Class, and there is no mortal to support him, so he should return. Going to heaven and waiting for arrangements, but you are greedy for the world and do not leave, and even help the monsters, are you ashamed, are you ashamed?"
The two girls said angrily, "You don't know anything, and the monsters are better than you mortals."
"How good is it, every day in the middle of the night to knock on people's doors?"
"It's better than you. And we have some people offering incense offerings, so we don't need to go back to the Immortal Class."
When Xifeng heard it, he felt strange. The temple here seemed to be deserted, and even the way was blocked by weeds. It stands to reason that no mortals came.
And it can't be worshiped by the bowl demon. Only the fireworks that mortals worship can make offerings to the gods in the temple, otherwise they will be discovered by the heaven and then recalled.
Xifeng looked at the altar, and found that there were indeed residual incense and some food there.
Someone here.
Without waiting for her to ponder, this ruined temple once again blew a strong wind and flashed a few shadows.
The fat girl shouted, "Don't come here, you can't beat her!"
But those people were eager to save people, and before she could finish her voice, the shadow jumped in and rushed towards the west wind.
Qing Yuan leaned slightly, raised his hand, the wind swept through, and instantly slapped all the shadows on the ground.
Xifeng didn't even know who the gods were all over the place, but she was so weak that she could win the battle effortlessly. She must be the last of the immortal class. It's just an ordinary little girl that can be seen in every temple in the world. fairy.
She raised her fingers and pulled the gold thread, tied them all up, and counted them carefully, there were eight people.
"Okay, eight people work together to help a monster that threatens you? Is it your boss?"
"Wanwan is a good monster." Fairy Child said, "It didn't threaten us."
"Then why are you helping it, and who is offering the offerings and incense on this table?"
Several people looked at each other in dismay, and it was Xiantong who spoke first: "Wanwan."
Xifeng hummed: "Banwan is a monster, and you can't eat what it enshrines. Since it is a temple god, it can only be offered to you by mortals. Ah... Let me find it, what kind of mortal is it that came to the deep mountains? ."
"Stop." The thin girl gritted her teeth. "Don't disturb the old beggar. He is very sick and can't be frightened."
"Old beggar?" Xifeng frowned, there was a soft crutch, and someone was walking towards him.
The west wind looked over there, and the footsteps were very slow, like a person walking each step with great difficulty. After a long time, Xifeng finally saw the man.
It was indeed a very old man, and his clothes were ragged, shabby and old. Fortunately, it was summer and it was not cold. He was very thin, very thin, with a sick face, leaning on an old wooden stick and slowly walking towards the temple, his eyes were all tired and lost.
He seemed to find someone standing there, looked up, saw a girl, was very surprised, and said in a hoarse voice, "Girl, why did you come to the mountains in the middle of the night, go back quickly."
The voice was so hoarse that he could hardly hear it, Xifeng looked at the bunch of immortals tied behind his back, the old man really couldn't see them. She replied, "I'll go back now, how do you live here, grandpa?"
"I've lived here for many years." After the old beggar said a few words, he bent down and coughed. He couldn't even hold his crutches.
Seeing this, Xifeng searched around and took the water from the altar for him to drink.
The old beggar felt better after drinking the water, and said, "Go back quickly."
"Listen to Grandpa." Xifeng said again, "Grandpa, do you live here alone?"
"There is another grandson, he hasn't come back yet." The old beggar said again, "It is a picked child, very stubborn, always running out in the evening, saying that it is easy to beg for food at night. I have been sick for two years, and I started to pay for it. He can go down the mountain by himself, but he has not been able to walk in the past six months, because he came back after begging for food."
As he said that, he looked out worriedly and sighed: "He is not very old, but he is sensible. It's so late, and he hasn't come back... He's bold, and he's not afraid to take the mountain road. He has said it dozens of times, but he just doesn't listen... "
It was only now that he saw that there seemed to be a person standing in the dark place, and upon closer inspection it was a man in a green robe. He suddenly understood what he had come to understand, smiled and said, "I'm busy... I'm in the way."
Xifeng's mind quickly turned, and he realized that he had probably misunderstood that she and Qingyuan were men and women who had a private tryst: "Grandpa, we are not..."
"Grandpa understands."
Xifeng rubbed his head, looked at Qingyuan again, and was still standing there. She twitched the corners of her mouth, got up and said, "Then let's go, grandpa, take care."
The old beggar sat and smiled at her, and then at Qingyuan.
Xifeng took Qing Yuan's hand and walked outside. Before leaving, a white light flew from his finger, breaking the golden thread that bound the immortals.
The dilapidated temple has no rotten smell, full of immortal energy, demonic energy, and the breath of dying.
Xifeng looked back, and the old beggar was still sitting in front of the statue, waiting for his grandson to return.
"Eight immortals, one dead soul." Qing Yuan counted his fingers and shook his head again, "It's not a dead soul... it's a dead soul... not..."
"It's not a dead soul." Xifeng looked up at him and said, "Yangshou has expired, but it can escape the black and white impermanence tracking."
The old beggar should actually be dead, but for some reason, he is still alive, without the breath of a dead soul. His name has been ticked in the book of life and death, but it can hide the breath of dead souls.
"Strange."
After she finished speaking, a girl said, "No wonder."
She looked there, the thin girl had come out with the fat girl, fell down lightly, and saluted her: "Thank you just now, I didn't say much."
Xifeng asked: "The grandson of the old beggar, is it a bowl?"
The two hesitated a bit, but nodded, "Yes, it's just that the old beggar didn't know."
The thin girl continued: "Banwan was the begging bowl of the old beggar, but at first it was just a monster, not a child. Later, when my grandfather fell ill and couldn't go down the mountain to beg, Wanwan became a boy and recognized him as a boy. I went to beg for food for him every day."
Xifeng suddenly understood, no wonder Wanwan said no beef jerky, because he couldn't bite it. It turned out that the beef jerky was not eaten by him, but was given to the old beggar: "Then why, the old beggar is dead, but not dead?"
"We don't know either. We just know that as long as grandpa eats the food that he asked for from the bowl, the spirit of the dead soul will be weakened. Black and white impermanence will pass by and will not be able to find it." The fat girl pleaded, "Don't grab the bowl. It's a good monster. If it gets caught, grandpa will die too."
"His lifespan has expired, and if he stays in the world, he will go to the underworld in the future, which will affect his reincarnation."
"But there are bowls and bowls, grandpa won't die."
"Yes, my life is still alive, but what about the pain?" Xifeng asked, "Grandpa is in pain, you can't see it, just say a few words, and the cough is so bad that you can't even walk, and you can't leave this temple. Middle. It's still summer, what if it's winter? What if it's raining and windy? There are people outside who want to grab the bowls. If the bowls are taken away, what will grandpa do? Without the bowls, grandpa will die. You are in the underworld, but you can't explain it clearly, you can't enter the Tao of reincarnation, you don't know the consequences?"
Even she can easily catch the eight of them and the Wan Yao. If she encounters a more powerful person, can the Wan Yao protect the old beggar for eternity
"Shut up!"
Suddenly there was a sharp sound in the air, and a large bowl rushed in front of Xifeng and slapped her: "Grandpa won't die! I will always take care of him, you can't take it away..."
Xifeng quickly reached out and grabbed it in his hand in an instant. Wan Yao opened her mouth wide and bit her hand in one bite. Qing Yuan's brows twitched, and he was about to knock down the bowl demon. Xifeng shook his head at him, frowned, and said to it, "You can't even beat me. If someone more powerful will appear in the future, how will you take care of grandpa?"
Wan Yao was still biting so hard that Xifeng's already injured hand oozes blood again.
Qing Yuan was stunned: "It will hurt."
But Xifeng still wouldn't let him take the bowl demon.
He didn't understand why the West Wind would rather let it bite than let him take it away.
What a weird, weird girl.
Wan Yao bit and bit, suddenly let go of his mouth, stunned for a long time, tears fell: "I know... I know that grandpa is not happy... I am very sick, and it is painful every night. But... at least he is still alive. ... If you are not human, is it okay to live? I will find food for Grandpa, as long as there is food, you can live... "
"Grandpa didn't die, just another way to live again." Xifeng held it in his hands with a gloomy expression, she knew that even if it was really reincarnated, that person is not the original person.
Just like her mother, she never went to Samsara Dao to find her, just because she knew that even if she looked the same as her previous life, it was not her mother.
She persuaded, but suddenly could not bear to persuade, she knew that the old beggar returned to the west naturally, not because of illness, but for Wan Yao, as long as he was alive, it would be fine.
It didn't think about the things on the reincarnation path and the things that would be caught in the future.
It is irresponsible, but also reluctant.
The evening breeze caressed, and the bowl was in Xifeng's hand, crying bitterly. It is reluctant to bear grandpa, knowing that it is not good to do so, but it does not want grandpa to leave.
Once a person dies, they are never seen again.
Unlike their monsters, they can live a long, long time.
"Bowl bowl?"
The old voice came from the temple. An old man walked slowly to the door, even the threshold. He stood by the dilapidated door, looked into the dark night, and called again: "Banwan? You're back. ?"
"Grandpa." Wan Yao flew away from Xifeng's hand, turned into a boy of six or seven years old and ran towards him, holding his dry and weak hand, "I'm back, Grandpa."
"Don't go out at night in the future, it's too dangerous." The old beggar repeated what he said a hundred times, knowing that he wouldn't listen, but he couldn't help but say it.
Wanwan didn't promise him. Once he agreed, he would do it, but he had to beg at night to ask for food for his grandfather, so he definitely couldn't agree.
The old beggar looked at him, hesitating to speak, and finally said, "Banwan, grandpa will take you down the mountain tomorrow."
"What are you going to do down the mountain?"
"Grandpa will find a good family for you."
Wanwan was stunned for a moment, and the old beggar said again: "Grandpa is old, and he will die in a few days. Grandpa wants to find a good family for you before he dies."
"I don't want... I want to accompany grandpa." Wanwan shook his head, "Grandpa won't die."
"People always die. Grandpa has lived enough. He has lived for 90 years. If he doesn't live for so long, he doesn't have to send the black-haired man to the white-haired man, and watch the only son die... Send my wife away, leave me alone. A lonely old man is alive..." The old beggar coughed again, his face was bloodless, "Grandpa doesn't want to leave you alone in this deep mountain after death. You are still young and have no relatives and no reason, someone will be willing to adopt you. of."
Wanwan cried: "The gods and monsters can live for hundreds of thousands of years, the same age as heaven and earth, and people live for a hundred years, how can it be enough."
The old beggar touched his head and said, "Grandpa has nothing to miss... Grandpa is tired... I want to find my son and my wife... Grandpa is afraid that he will be late and won't be able to find them."
Wanwan was stunned, he suddenly understood that his reluctance to part with his grandfather was also his reluctance to part with his wife and children.
He wants to keep grandpa, and grandpa also wants to be reunited with the family.
After all, he will leave this world, it is better to be earlier, maybe he can catch up with his wife and children. Later, he will not be able to find his wife and children, leaving him as a helpless orphan.
Not finding a good family for him may be the only thing he can't let go of in the world.
Wanwan was stunned: "Grandpa..."
The night was quiet, and the west wind and Qingyuan looked at each other from a distance, only to feel that the evening wind only added to the coolness.
An open-minded old beggar, and a sensible little bowl demon.
Loyalty, mutual dependence, and letting go.
Another night passed, dawn appeared, and the rising sun slowly emerged from the hilltop, slightly orange-red, printing and dyeing the earth.
The offerings in the temple have all been placed in front of a new tomb.
The old beggar who did not eat the food from the bowl before the rising sun fell asleep forever in his sleep.
The old beggar in the dream saw his wife and children, and the family reunited.
Wan Wan, who had been sitting beside him, saw his grandfather smiling, a long-awaited smile.
Looking up again, I saw black and white impermanence.
A small white flower was placed on the grave, and Xifeng bowed three times before the grave, touched Silent's bowl, and messed up his boy's head: "What are you going to do in the future?"
"I don't know." Wanwan looked at the eight little gods, "Where are you going, brother and sister?"
The thin girl said, "I'm going back to Heaven to be on standby. Maybe one day I'll appear in a temple somewhere in the world."
The fat girl suddenly blushed, hugged him and patted her desperately: "After we go back, you must be good, don't get caught, practice well, and become a big monster."
The bowl, which was touched and held again, was like a mortal child who got dirty after playing outside for a day, he nodded, his nose sour: "You all need to be fine, when I become a big monster in the future, I will definitely to find you."
Several people nodded, and after saying goodbye to the old beggar, they also said goodbye to him. Wanwan held back her tears, and didn't cry until their figures disappeared into the sky.
"Don't cry." Xifeng hugged him, "Sister bought you candy."
Wanwan wiped her tears and looked at her: "Sister, grandpa will find grandma, right?"
There is no way for Xifeng to be sure about this kind of thing, she smiled: "Well, yes, Sister Xin."
Qing Yuan paused, no, how is this possible. For some reason, he didn't say it.
He realized that some things didn't need to be spoken out. It's okay to lie sometimes.
Wanwan was relieved and said, "I want to cultivate into a big monster. I will go to grandpa and grandma in the future to protect them."
"Before you practice, I'm afraid you have to give me something back first."
The voice was too familiar, Xifeng turned to look, saw the visitor, was surprised for a moment, and then felt guilty... Oh, isn't this the Baili God who was forgotten by them in the demon world.
Baili Qingfeng flew over, landed in front of them, and said, "You have my baby here."
Wanwan asked, "What baby?"
Xifeng suddenly thought of something: "Could it be that the bowl is the little fairy's lost treasure?"
Baili Qingfeng waved his hand: "Of course not, but there is a seed hidden in this bowl, that is the little fairy's treasure."
He came looking for a trail, but who thought he found the seed fairy in the bowl.
Probably because the seed fell, it just fell into the bowl, so that the bowl had spiritual energy and became a demon.
He raised his hand and waved the head of the bowl, and a seed took root and sprouted from his head, and a young green seedling emerged. He said unexpectedly: "It actually sprouted, not bad, little monster, can actually breed this kind of seed."
He looked at him with interest and asked, "Why don't you go back to Jiuxiao with me, follow the little fairy, and be a flower girl for her. After the daffodils bloom, you can probably be promoted to be a little fairy."
Wanwan's eyes widened, and immediately hid behind Xifeng, looking at him vigilantly: "Human, tooth, son."
Baili Qingfeng: "… "
Qing Yuan said, "What is a human tooth?"
Xiaohuo, whose hearing was suffocated, recovered a little and explained, "It's a human trafficker, a child seller."
Qing Yuan was stunned.
Baili Qingfeng's calm expression changed suddenly when he saw the small fire that suddenly jumped out - a violent change, he said in pain: "This, this is too much, you remember to take this mouse away, but you don't remember to call me Let's go together... You... You... Break up!"
Qing Yuan was puzzled—hey, why are there always people breaking up with him recently? ?
Baili Qingfeng looked pained and didn't want to talk to them anymore, so he picked up the bowl and said, "Goodbye!"
Wanwan struggled hard and shouted, "Human tooth, human tooth."
"Yes, yes, it's Ren Yazi. I want to kidnap you to plant flowers and plants." Baili Qingfeng asked, "Do you want to go? There is a little fairy sister."
Wanwan looked at Xifeng, Xifeng nodded lightly, the demon world in the mortal world is dangerous, but with a hundred miles of breeze covering it, going to Jiuxiao may be a good way out, and you are not afraid of being bullied.
Wanwan tangled for a while, and finally said, "You have to be full."
Baili Qingfeng snorted and smiled, looked at the two bastards and the mouse again, and called Yunlai in grief: "Goodbye! I'm going to find my little fairy."
Xifeng also wanted to explain to him, after all, it is a god, and this thigh must be hugged. But Baili Qingfeng seemed to have made up his mind to break up with them, and ran away directly carrying the bowl.
"Hey—" Xifeng groaned, but he had already run away, "It's over, I don't have a big backer."
Qing Yuan asked: "Big backer?"
"Awesome, a great man against the sky."
Qing Yuan thought for a while, held her face and made her look at him, and said, "I am."
His hands were a little cold, and his face was a little warm. Qing Yuan looked at her eyes and felt that his own eyes were a little hot.
Xifeng, who was holding his face and facial features together, said with difficulty, "Let go, let go."
Qing Yuan suddenly let go and said seriously again: "I am."
"Yes, yes, you are the best." Xifeng rubbed his face and said helplessly, "Let's go, go back to the inn to pack up, and go find some work. Ah... I'm busy and unhappy."
She complained and babbled as she walked, and she also became a small talker, like a walking gloomy mushroom.
Qing Yuan followed her, listening to her talk, it was fine.
happy.
The little white flowers on the graves were still swaying gently in the breeze, as if saying goodbye to them.
Not long after they left, two figures arrived late.
"There is no scent of seeds."
Wuying nodded and looked at the sky: "Go back to the sky."
Puyu frowned: "One step too late."
"Let's go." Wuying looked at the grave, there was the breath of the west wind, and... the breath of the blue dragon.
The fourth volume of fish boy