The old man collecting evening incense on the street was beaten. I heard that he accidentally spilled dirt on someone.
It was such a good beating that I just lay in bed and couldn't get up.
At first, people on the street were gloating about the misfortune and said that the beating was good. If they encountered such a thing, they would be beaten even harder.
After a day or two, some people gradually stopped laughing, no one poured out night fragrance, and every house was overflowing with gold and silver, and the stench was unbearable.
Some people rushed to the old man's shabby shed and pulled him up from the bed to work regardless of the stench.
The old man groaned and fell down several times after being pulled up. It seemed that he was really in trouble.
At this time, some people could not help but complain that they were too cruel and beat people to death. Who would pour the night fragrance?
There are already people who pour it by themselves while pinching their noses, often with clumsy hands and feet, and the smell is all over the body.
As the days passed, people gradually forgot about the old man and forgot that he was lying in bed waiting to die.
Niepan Mingwang knows that he cannot die. In his long life, similar experiences are like a game, and he can always come back again.
"All living beings are ignorant and are in a difficult situation without realizing it."
His breathing gradually became weaker, and as he was about to reach the end, his vision entered darkness.
Suddenly, a man and a woman walked into the dilapidated shed, and for a moment it was full of glory.
In a true sense of splendor, the man and woman moved and moved, and the broken shed instantly turned into a splendid palace. The floor and walls were inlaid with gold bricks, and the broken bed under Nirvana King was completely new, covered with silk brocade.
"Cough cough cough."
This is no longer interesting.
King Nirvana stood up and said, "God, why do you have time to joke with me?"
Those who came were none other than Lian Xiangtian and Hua Xianren. Only they could lift a heavy weight and turn a dilapidated house into a palace.
"The dignified leader of the Nirvana Ghost Tribe and the No. 1 Ghost Tribe of the Ten Directions, King Nirvana, was beaten to death by a fool. Are you kidding me?" Hua Xianren's expression changed and he said, "I came to see you. I naturally have something to do.
You should know that the Fearless Ghost Division has been destroyed."
"Of course I know that, and I have contributed a lot."
King Nirvana admitted it on the spot without saying a word, and was incredibly happy.
Lian Xiangtian and Hua Xianren looked at each other and asked him, "What is your purpose?"
King Nirvana's attempt to destroy the Fearless Ghost Tribe was like cutting off his own arm. What was the reason behind it?
"Nirvana Mingwang, since you are easy to talk to, it will be much more convenient. I hope you can tell me exactly what the conspiracy is behind this incident and who is behind it.
Although Lian Xiangtian's tone was soft, his words were firm and did not give him any room for negotiation.
King Nirvana laughed and said, "Many people and ghosts are involved in this matter. It may not be useful if you look for me alone!"
"What do you mean?"
Lian Xiangtian became alert. Could it be that not only King Nirvana, but also other forces were involved.
Hua Xianren had already expected it, "He Lili wants to plot against you and me. One Nirvana Ming King is not enough. After all, who else is there?" Nirvana Ming King coughed a few times and reluctantly said, "I am a dying person, and what else can I do?"
What do you know? I'm sorry."
As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head and died, taking his last breath and ending his life.
Upon seeing this, Hua Xianren spread his hands and grabbed the void, "Don't even think about the golden cicada escaping its shell."
Nirvana King has an immortal ghost nature, so he must abandon this broken body and escape from their control.
This righteous immortal used a magical technique to locate and capture the King of Nirvana in the void. He wanted to capture King Nirvana and stuff him into the hardened corpse. Outside the broken shed, there was a noise and the footsteps of many people approaching.
"Old Yexiang is dead. Some people want to steal the body. They are just beasts. Take them down quickly."
Looking around again, the splendid palace looked like a broken shed again. The old man was lying on the broken board bed stiffly with eyes closed.
"Hua Xianren, something is not right, I think."
Before Lian Xiangtian finished speaking, he heard a buzzing in his ears, "Wu Lu Tian Er."
When ghosts, gods, and immortals ascend the throne, they will have unobstructed ears and can hear the movements of all things in the world, as well as all voices and spoken words.
Therefore, according to theory, nothing in the world can be hidden from ghosts and gods.
The key point is that there is too much information to use in the world. If gods are accepting, filtering, and memorizing all the time, then there will be no need to do anything all day long, just make a humanoid radar.
The usual approach is to set a few keywords and perform passive input to achieve maximum utilization without leakage.
Under normal circumstances, there will be no big problems if there are no leaky ears.
Until now, Lian Xiangtian's ears were buzzing, he was unsteady and staggered back, and his head was about to explode.
Countless information rushed into people's ears, instantly breaking through the filter layer constructed by keywords and filling Lian Xiangtian's mind.
Oops, this was definitely done on purpose.
On a distant cliff, the God of Gushan looked melancholy, holding a pottery xun in both hands and blowing a tune on his lips.
Under the cliff, the waves are rolling and lapping at the shore endlessly.
The sound of music spiraled down from the cliff, mixed with the waves, and gradually drifted away on the vast sea.
Well, no one would connect the extremely artistic scene in front of them with something happening thousands of miles away.
"Hey, I've been hiding and hiding, but I still can't escape this."
"Don't blame me, I can't help it. You are so high up, how can you understand."
"No more mentioning it, let's continue."
But she said that Lian Xiangtian had ringing in her ears and was unsteady on her feet. After all, she was a ghost and she could react very quickly, so she pinched her chest.
In an instant, my ears were shielded, blocking most of the noise, and I recovered a little.
She was still thinking about taking action to find out what was going on, but suddenly her expression changed and she sensed a huge danger.
The calamity has come, and it's not an ordinary calamity, it's a life-and-death calamity that can bring her downfall.
The next moment, the lotus elephant sky started from the top of the head, the flesh and blood torn into four petals, and then eight petals, sixteen petals, the flesh and blood torn into petals.
In the blink of an eye, the entire body bloomed into a flower of flesh and blood, not as holy as a lotus, but extremely charming.
This lotus flower, which was as tall as a person, trembled twice on the spot, then quickly withered and collapsed, turning into a ball of ashes.
Hua Xianren next to her was so shocked that her limbs were frozen, and Lian Xiangtian escaped. What situation would make her give up joining forces and escape alone?
The noise outside was getting louder and louder, and some people were already holding sticks and smashing into the shed, only to see bunches of grass falling to the ground in bunches, making holes.
"snort?"
Hua Xianren thought that he had fallen into the plot of the person behind the scenes, but no mortal could get close to him. He turned around and was about to ride the breeze and leave. Unexpectedly,
"winter!"
A wooden stick stretched out like a poisonous snake, with uncleaned bark and knots still remaining on the surface, right on the forehead of the Chinese Immortal.
The strength on the stick is that of a normal adult who can smash a watermelon with all his strength with a stick weighing several kilograms in his hand.
Hua Xianren was hit on the forehead, and only heard a muffled sound. He had a splitting headache and his eyes were full of disbelief.
He, a majestic immortal, was actually beaten by a common man.
The end of the stick was also mixed with dirt, grass, leaves, and chicken and duck feces. It was obviously not a stick specifically for beating people, but a part-time murder weapon.
Hua Xianren was filled with shock and anger, but he heard the sound of footsteps and countless sticks coming from all directions, drowning him.