At night.

"How about we forget it?"

On a stone bridge near Wangxin Temple, Li Haoyan felt a little uneasy.

Shang Ye, who was waiting on the side, had already done some ideological work for him for a long time and was too lazy to speak at the moment.

"If you don't speak, I'll leave..." Li Haoyan said in a muffled voice.

"You must be a big man..." Shang Ye rolled his eyes, "You can be considered a small-scale sect. If you can catch a demon cultivator of the Heavenly Ghost Dao, Nascent Soul, and return to Yandu in the future, how shameless will you be?

"

"Anyway, you are just talking nonsense, and there is no real evidence..."

Shang Ye said angrily: "Then do you think there are demon cultivators in that nunnery, or not?"

"No... of course there is. It is our bounden duty to eliminate demons and protect the Tao."

Li Haoyan said beautiful words with a troubled face.

Shang Ye patted him on the shoulder, "If nothing else, we don't have much contact. If you are willing to listen to my words and come to take risks, my brother will bear it in mind, so please stop talking nonsense, okay?"

Li Haoyan scratched his neck and said with a bitter look on his face: "You show me an ancestral hall in Beiyan Branch. In the future, you may be the leader of my Beidi Tianshi Dao. Of course I can't ignore it..."

What an honest man...

Shang Ye smiled helplessly and said nothing.

Li Haoyan said again: "Why is that Mr. Zhang willing to do this? How did you convince him?"

"How can I convince him? He convinced himself..." Before he finished speaking, the river water under the bridge made a splash, and two figures rushed out of the water and landed crookedly on the bridge.

One of them was naturally Zhang San dressed as an ordinary Taoist, and the other was a handsome young man with green hair, wearing a thick yellow linen robe. Both of them looked drunk, obviously they had just drank.

Li Haoyan couldn't help but whispered: "Can they do this?"

Shang Ye shrugged.

Zhang San squinted his eyes, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, then shook his head and said: "Little brother, let's do a full show, do you understand? My buddy is a drunk monster now, and he is very likely to cause trouble wantonly.

You should be careful when you hurt innocent people, right, Lao Gua?"

"belch……"

The green-haired boy burped first, then smacked his lips and said, "The third master said yes."

"Ahem, you haven't asked for advice yet?" Li Haoyan looked at the green-haired boy and asked.

Before Zhang San could speak, Shang Ye first explained: "The master of the Qinghu Water Cave is a demon immortal in the northwest of the North. His honorary name is Qing Ci, and his Taoist name is Sweet Potato Immortal."

The young man listened with embarrassment on his face and waved his hands repeatedly, "Third Master, I don't dare to call you an immortal in front of my face. It's just a rumor in the folk. I'll give it to you, and you two can call me... Lao Gua?"

"Hi!"

Zhang San waved his hand to interrupt, "You are a thousand years old, how can you two little babies bark randomly? Your name is Brother Gua..."

When Li Haoyan heard that this kind-faced young man was a thousand-year-old demon, he licked his lips and felt a little nervous for no reason, probably because of the natural opposition in the profession...

Shang Ye bowed his hand generously and said, "I've met the cave master. Is Daqing Lake still in peace these days?"

"Well, my one-third of an acre of land is all taken care of by the real people in Yujing Mountain. It is as level as a mirror, and there are always beautiful people like flowers, so I can take it as a lesson..."

"Okay, okay."

Zhang San quickly interrupted: "What kind of article are you dragging? I told you to read less. If you continue to read, you won't be able to speak human words."

The young man bit his lower lip, scratched his head, and smiled shyly.

"Sweet potato reading - it can't be understood for eight hundred years", this is a saying in the northwest area of ​​Beiyan, and it refers to this demon fairy, because Qinghu is relatively close to Yujing Mountain, and Taiyi players often go there to play.

Shang Ye really knows a lot about young people...

Nearly a thousand years ago, there was a scholar who went to the capital to take exams. He passed by Daqing Lake. Due to continuous heavy rains, he was delayed on the way. He missed the sailing date and had no money left to hire a private boat. He could afford to hire a small sampan, but the storm was so violent that he couldn't afford it.

The boatman didn't dare to go into the water. If he didn't take the waterway, he would never arrive in time before the exam started. He had no choice but to mourn alone in a small pavilion by the lake. When he was hungry, he lit the charcoal left by tourists making tea.

,Then……

Start roasting the sweet potatoes.

Green smoke rose and the firelight dispersed.

The scholar felt a hint of warmth, and then remembered his mother's reluctance and expectation when she stuffed the sweet potatoes into his hands. His emotions flooded down, and he cried for a while before falling asleep exhausted.

After a while, the scholar woke up from hunger again. He looked at the charcoal pile and wanted to get his own sweet potatoes...

Unexpectedly, the place was empty, and it was raining continuously.

A feeble shouting and cursing came from the small pavilion by the lake...

"Which thief stole my sweet potatoes?!"

"If you have the ability to steal my sweet potatoes, come out if you have the ability!"

"You thief! If you eat my sweet potatoes, you might as well eat me too! Eat! Eat!"

The lake surface rose up under the rain curtain, and a huge green frog's head poked out of the water. It looked at the scholar with its golden eyes like a lantern, and said humanly: "I don't eat people..."

The scholar immediately became weak and collapsed to the ground, "Demon, demon, demon!"

"Help! Goblins are eating people, monsters are killing people, please come quickly..." His cry for help did not reach very far amid the pouring rain.

The big frog tilted his head and said again: "I don't eat people."

The scholar was stunned for a moment, then smoothed his chest and said with a forced smile: "So you don't eat people, you scared me. Brother Frog, I'm lucky to meet you. I'm lucky to have you three times in my life. See you tomorrow. See you tomorrow."

He was incoherent for a while, and after finishing speaking, he ran away. But as soon as he left the pavilion, he stumbled and fell into the mud.

The scholar raised his head from the muddy water with a very miserable look on his face. He thought that he had no power to restrain a chicken, and he could not get any honors. He didn't even have a chance to have a good meal. Now that he had encountered a monster, he felt that his luck was not good.

Not keeping him around made me feel ashamed of my family, so I gave up the struggle...

At this time, the long red tongue wrapped around his waist, pulled him up, and brought him back to Yuting.

The big frog retracted his tongue and said, "You fell."

The scholar wiped the mud on his face and said resignedly: "Well, I fell."

The big frog said again: "If you fall, you will be injured, and if you are injured, you will die. You'd better not go out."

The scholar looked at it expressionlessly and said coldly: "If I stay here and are eaten by you, will I die?"

"If you are eaten, you will die, but I will not eat your people..." The big frog said this, hesitated, and then said: "I just ate your sweet potatoes."

When the scholar heard this, anger suddenly appeared on his face.

"As expected, you are the thief, eat my sweet potatoes! I told you to eat..."

As he spoke, he wanted to pick up the stones around him and throw them, but the stone closest to him was extinguished but still hot coals, so...

"Oh!!! Hufufu..."

The scholar's face was ferocious, and he blew air into his red right palm frantically.

There was some worry in the big frog's eyes, "You hurt yourself again. You are in danger here. I'll send you to another place, otherwise you will die."

The scholar roared angrily: "What does it have to do with you whether I die or not?!"

"It didn't matter at first, but your sweet potatoes were too fragrant. I saw that you didn't want to eat them, so I ate them. As a result, you were very angry. I remembered someone once told me that stealing without telling me is called stealing, which is wrong...

"

The scholar let out a sneer and said, "Young people are trying to be reasonable."

The demon didn't pay attention to the scholar's words and said to himself: "So, I hope to redeem my mistakes and obtain your forgiveness."

The scholar frowned slightly as he listened, somewhat disbelieving: "Is this what the person you mentioned asked you to do?"

"Well, he said that there are two types of mistakes. One is recoverable and you have to find ways to recover. The other is irreversible and you have to pay a price. But I am different from my kind and different from you. I want to

The price I pay is often my life...but I don't want to die, so I want to save it."

The scholar swallowed his saliva, stared at the big frog, and said, "How do you want to save it?"

"I have nothing to give you. I can send you to another place, a place where you will not be hurt or die..."

"Okay!" The scholar bit his lip and said harshly: "Send me to Yandu, out of the Qinghu Lake, into the Wanshan River, and then..."

The big frog said: "I know where Yandu is, I've heard of it..."

"Okay, send me there, I'll be there today!"

"I can get there, but...I can't go."

After speaking, the big frog sank a little lower and his mouth was not underwater.

"Ha ha!"

The scholar laughed twice and said, "You are a barbaric monster. Your words have no truth, are like farts and smell bad. You still want to reason with me?"

The big frog unconsciously looked away and stared at the water. After being silent for a while, he floated up slightly and said, "That person told me that before I have completed my cultivation, I am not allowed to leave the lake without permission, otherwise I will die."

"Really……"
To be continued...