Woniu Village.

At dusk, a boy came home, blowing across the wind and lying on the back of an ox.

After the sun sets in the west, the grass and trees are coated with a layer of golden color, the gentle breeze blows, and the foxtail grass sings a song of the setting sun. Farmers carry farm tools and walk across the ridges to return home. Every household smokes from cooking, children run, and the cheerful big yellow dog follows behind, wagging its tail.

A carriage stopped at the entrance of Woniu Village.

The old man in rich clothes shook his head and smiled bitterly while looking at the quiet and comfortable village.

"The fertile fields and tile-roofed houses hear chickens and dogs, but nothing happens. Chaos abounds and heroes don't take it easy."

"Let's go into the village."

In the village, Sitieyou, who was teaching Zhang Qi martial arts, raised his head with a feeling, shook his head and sighed, saying that retiring from old age and returning to his hometown to take care of his old age is just a luxury. There is no place for peace when there are chaos and disasters everywhere. That's all. I hope this broken body can still be of use to the world.

"Zhang Qi."

"Master."

Zhang Qi looked even more muscular, holding an iron gun with a majestic look.

"You go back and explain to your family that you will leave the village with your teacher and bring more gifts. It is freezing cold in the north, so you must be prepared."

Hearing that he was going on a long trip, Zhang Qi screamed excitedly and ran home. The village was too peaceful for Zhang Qi to get used to. Ever since he heard about the wonderful world and many heroic deeds from the storyteller, he had been thinking about breaking into the world.

Niu Village couldn't accommodate him, and the villagers couldn't stand him leading a group of children around all day long, calling him a child bully.

After the meal, the villagers chatted and said that a big shot has come to the Si family. The fabrics are better than the clothes worn by Hu Yuanwai in the town. He has a tall horse and a gorgeous carriage. The smell of alcohol can be smelled from the house of Mr. Si from a distance, making all the greedy men swallow their saliva.

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the next day.

Sitieyou led his apprentice Zhang Qi and the old man in rich clothes away.

The one-armed man also left, as if the world was in chaos, and the war was in chaos. The young man stretched his shoulders and carried the iron gun in high spirits. His mother stood at the entrance of the village for a long time. The son was traveling far away, and the mother was worried.

Zhang Qi is destined to work hard outside, and Woniu Village is just a small place that cannot accommodate giants.

The court is treacherous. The emperor is trying to kill and eat dragons without seeking advancement. He colludes with the devil and appoints ministers with unknown origins. Several famous ministers are dismissed. The government's policies are unclear and arouse the anger of the people.

Western religions only took the opportunity to spread their faith and build temples, and the incense was flourishing, but they did not replace the real role of Chunyang Palace.

The giant that once controlled the world's spiritual world has stopped interfering in worldly affairs since it finally bloomed. The spiritual world can't say anything. The rise of Western religions squeezed the Chunyang Palace, and the royal family abolished the name of the Chunyang Protector of the Country. There are more and more disciples.

Shao, decisively retreat to Huashan before some people conspire against Chunyang.

Shenhua Mountain is still Shenhua Mountain. The evil spirits dare to attack the station but dare not go wild in Huashan Mountain. The retreat preserves the strength of Chunyang.

There is no constraint or deterrence in the world. If you just sing and I will appear on stage, there will be no trouble.

The emperor's collusion with the demon sect was leaked by someone unknown, and the world was in turmoil). The government orders did not leave Chang'an City. Maybe the demon sect will never understand why it was unable to control the world after controlling the Daming Palace twice.

Several tycoons in the North used the emperor's stupidity and collusion with the devil as an excuse to rebel. The states in the North that originally shielded the alien races in the wasteland were in chaos, and all the tribes in the wasteland were eager to try.

There are not many people who know how to fight. Sitieyou is a famous general, so he can only go out to the mountain to burn his remains.

A deserted trail in a deep mountain.

As night falls, the pale blue moonlight illuminates the mountains, making it difficult to navigate the mountain roads with overgrown grass.

Gu Gu Gu Gu

The screams of night owls add a strange atmosphere to the night. There are shadows in the woods, whether they are caused by the movement of wind or hidden animals. The dark building in the distance is Beppu, which locals say is haunted.

Old Huixian regretted taking up the exorcism job with the snake demon. The locals said that the manor in the mountains was haunted. They spent five taels of silver to recruit exorcists to exorcise evil spirits. The snake demon took over the job, which was regarded as a contract. The money was with Huixian.

It's in a rag bag and it's very hot. Old Huixian has done this kind of thing to convert evil spirits, but it's the middle of the night now.

Bai Yu was still urging Lao Huixian to leave quickly, and the little stones were walking faster than him.

"Donor Bai, you are impatient again, be calm, be calm."

"Old man, don't even think about running away. You've already taken the money. If you run away, the locals will stab you in the spine and scold you every day. It's detrimental to your spiritual practice."

"The poor monk did not speak"

"So what, they think you are the one who has the final say. Besides, the money is in your pocket, so you should just keep exorcising evil spirits and converting evil spirits."

"Bitterness"

Bai Yu was very satisfied. This time he came to this abandoned manor to eliminate evil cultivators. The evil cultivators were in a crooked way.

But Bai Yu was afraid of being discovered and arrested, so the best way was to find a cover to hide his identity.

Old Huixian is an eminent monk, and it is his duty to conquer demons. Let him attract everyone's attention when the time comes. We can secretly hide behind him and loot evil cultivators to make a fortune. Old Huixian can also earn money to repair the temple.

, the cooperation was perfect.

There is still some way to go from the abandoned manor, passing by a mass grave.

The shadows of dead trees and deserted graves are faint.

Small stones cling to old Huixian's torn monk's robe, barren graves are scattered all over the hillside, weeds are overgrown and phosphorus fire flickers, and furtive whispers can be heard faintly in the dark.

While walking through the mass graves, the sound of gongs and drums came in vain

"Hey, there's someone singing a big show over there. Come on, let's go see what's going on."

Bai Yu turned to the direction of the sound of gongs and drums, and Huixian ran away with trembling legs and knees. There were other sounds of gongs and drums in the late night graves. Could it be that ghosts gathered to watch a show? Don't let strangers get close, or they might get trapped and die.

Unexpectedly, Little Shitou happily followed the White Snake Demon to the theater. It was really interesting for him to watch the theater.

Lao Huixian had no choice but to follow.

"Donor Bai, you are impatient again."

The cobra foolishly followed the old monk. Ghosts were not scary to it. Its vitality and blood were strong enough to scare away those wild ghosts in the wilderness. Maybe one day it was not in a good mood and it might suck ghosts.

A certain snake walked leisurely through the grass path and came to an open area in the forest. He saw a bustling crowd of dozens of people sitting in front of the stage. The stage was decorated in colorful and coquettish costumes, with eye-catching huge red, white and black paper flowers, and four actors with bright red cheeks.

Babbling and singing.

In the dark night, with barren mountains and ridges, lonely graves and grass, and such a stage glowing with green light.

Bai Yu found a place with a wide view and sat down. He took out a small bench and watched the show obediently. Seeing that it was inconvenient for Huixian and Xiao Shitou to stand, he took out two more small benches.

"Sit down, watch a show here for free, just live your life, save as much as you can."

When Lao Huixian was about to recite sutras, Bai Yu held him back.

"Mo Nian Jing, don't you think it's a good deal to go to the theater without spending money? Otherwise, next time you go to the city, you can treat me to a theater."

"I have no money"

"That's okay, just sit down and watch the show."

The old monk lamented that in the world, people would even watch ghost shows just for money. The actors on the stage had round and pink faces and trembling voices, which were clearly ghost cries.

The crowds on the left and right looked at this magical combination, with pale faces, old and young, male and female.

A wedding scene was being performed on the stage, and it suddenly stopped. The actor on the stage was neither a human nor a ghost at all. He was clearly a paper man with a red face, slender and stiff, with a smile.

A certain snake was very angry.

"Show me what you're looking at and keep singing or I'll chop you to death."

The breath of the giant beast leaked slightly, and the ghosts did not dare to look directly. The paper man on the stage sang and babbling again. The content of the opera chapter is being restored. Please visit again later. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "New White Snake Question"
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