It was also many years ago..,
Xie Lian met a vernacular immortal.
That time..,
He had just built a small thatched cottage with his own strength. Just as he was standing below admiring the new house, a small voice suddenly said from the corner, "Your house will collapse in two months."
Shi Qingxuan asked, "What will you do?"
Xie Lian said, "Nothing. I said, 'In two months? It can still stand for seven days..,
That would be strange. '"
"..."
Hua Cheng smiled slightly,
Then..,
Then, the smile faded.
The vernacular immortal hid in the dark, waiting to suck Xie Lian's fear, irritation, and uneasiness. However..,
It sucked in air for a long time..,
When Xie Lian washed up and slept in the new house, he did not suck anything.
Although Xie Lian did not see its true body..,
He could also feel..,
It was probably very angry.
A few days later, a bolt of lightning struck down at night..,
The entire house was scorched.
The vernacular immortal was quite happy. It probably felt that being scorched was the same as collapsing,
Its curse had come true. This time, Xie Lian should be afraid. However, it did not. It still did not suck anything that could fill its stomach. Of course, it was unwilling,
So..,
It followed Xie Lian's side, waiting for the next happy event to arrive.
Who knew that this wait would last for more than half a year. In this half a year..,
There was not a single happy event on Xie Lian!
If it was an ordinary person, they would have given up. However, the vernacular immortal had another characteristic, which was that he loved to stick to death. Once he set his eyes on a person, he would follow him to the death, so he also starved for more than half a year. Finally, the opportunity finally came.
One day, Xie Lian earned a large sum of money from collecting junk and made a small windfall. The vernacular immortal was overjoyed. After holding it in for so long, he immediately used all his skills and burst out a long string of wonderful life of Xie Lian eating, drinking, gambling, and getting sick and owing a huge debt after he became rich. He kept cursing. Xie Lian listened with relish as he counted the money. After listening, he still washed up and went to sleep. The vernacular immortal still did not suck anything.
That night, Xie Lian's pile of junk caught fire.
After the fire was extinguished, Xie Lian, whose face was covered in black ash, sighed to the vernacular immortal, "What a pity. Everything was burned up, not a single coin was left. I haven't experienced any of the 'Drunken Dreams' or 'Golden Floating World' that you mentioned last night. I think what you said was quite interesting. Why don't you say it again? "
This happened three or four times. In the end, Xie Lian even took the initiative to ask it if it had anything to say. Do you want to say a few words? The Vernacular Immortal couldn't take it anymore and ran away.
To the immortals, Xie Lian was a plague that was extremely unfriendly. Either he didn't have a happy event and waited for years, or he was used to all bad luck and didn't have any fear or uneasiness. Moreover, his luck was so bad that it was beyond the imagination of the immortals. Therefore, their curses didn't hurt Xie Lian at all. They were simply blessings or daydreams.
In short, from then on, Xie Lian was cut off from being an immortal. He even suspected that the Vernacular Immortal had bragged about how evil he was to his own clan after he escaped.
Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan could not help but burst out laughing. Hua Cheng said calmly, "Is it very funny?"
Shi Qingxuan also knew that it was inappropriate. He immediately became serious and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, Your Highness." Xie Lian smiled and said, "It's fine. Anyway, I think it's quite interesting. "
He concluded, "The Vernacular Immortal absorbs magical power from people's hearts of fear, and then uses this magical power to promote the prophecy to come true, and then makes a new prophecy. This cycle repeats until a person is completely defeated and his heart is like dead ashes. Therefore, the less determined one is, the more they will suffer; and the more they have, the more they are afraid of losing. "
After a pause, he reminded, "Is there a believer of the Wind Master who received this kind of prayer and asked you for help? You are the Wind God, this thing is not under your jurisdiction. If you receive it, you can hand it over to the Martial God. "
Shi Qingxuan said, "It's not the believer who met it, I met it myself."
This time, Xie Lian was even more curious, "You met it yourself? Vernacular Immortals generally don't dare to provoke the Heavenly Officials. Even if they do, with the dignity of the Heavenly Officials, they don't need to be afraid of them. "
Shi Qingxuan sighed and said, "If I met it after I ascended, naturally it's nothing to worry about, but … this is a long story."
It was said that hundreds of years ago, when the two Fengshui Masters were still human, they were born in a rich merchant family.
Shi Qingxuan was the second son. When he was born, the whole family was happy. Because of this, the son was given the nickname 'Xuan'. He gave out porridge and did good deeds. At that time, there was a fortune-teller who ate porridge and saw the baby in the swaddling clothes. He asked about the baby's birth date and eight characters and said these words:
"After eating your family's porridge, I have something to say. This son of yours, although his fate is good, it's hard to explain in a few words. If you want to save him, you have to be as low-key as possible. Don't let him develop a flamboyant temperament since he was young. Don't let him be in the limelight. Remember to keep a low profile and get rich, so that he can live a peaceful life. Absolutely don't give him a happy event, it will attract bad things. "
These words were too unpleasant to hear, it was almost the same as talking about immortals. The Shi family was also a merchant family, they especially valued these things. On the spot, they cast aside their pride and chased the fortune-teller away. Naturally, they did not take his words to heart. A few days later, they held a banquet for Shi Qingxuan. They were decorated with lanterns and colored banners, gongs and drums sounded.
However, at the banquet, just as everyone was drinking happily and singing to the second young master of the Shi family who was in the swaddling clothes, a voice suddenly came from underground, singing, "No good beginning, no good ending!"
This voice really came from underground, and it drowned out the voices of everyone else present. Everyone was stunned.
The banquet dispersed in a panic. That night, Shi Qingxuan who was still a baby had a fever and cried non-stop. He could not stop no matter what he did and he continued to complain. His whole family was scared out of their wits. The Shi family remembered the fortune-teller who was chased away not long ago because of his strange words. They hurriedly looked everywhere and invited him back. The fortune-teller said, "I told you not to be flamboyant, you just didn't listen. This child has bumped into a true immortal, he will have endless troubles in this life. This high fever was nothing, and it would subside soon. However, this is just a greeting gift from it! "
The thing that he bumped into was naturally the Vernacular Immortal. However, this was not an ordinary vernacular immortal that could be easily chased away. This was the oldest and most powerful vernacular immortal. How high was it? Even without a wedding banquet, it could still cry at a funeral. Hence, it was called the Vernacular True Immortal.
This True Immortal could be said to not do business for three years, but once it did, it would eat for three years. It had a sharp eye and the people it entangled were all legendary figures with ups and downs. Some people won it, but they also fought with it for their entire lives, providing it with many ingredients. Some people lost to it and became a part of its source of power. After thousands of years of accumulation, it had a deep foundation. Today, it had already rested for more than a hundred years. Counting the days, it should be time for it to come out. This time, it was definitely going to eat a big mouthful. Coincidentally, the birth of Shi Qingxuan at this time was to its liking, so it was decided by this True Immortal. Although the little baby wouldn't understand its prophecy, the baby would eventually grow up and one day it would be able to understand, one day it would know fear. Moreover, this fear that was buried from a young age would be deeply rooted in its heart, unable to be erased.
Luckily, this kind of spirit often had a one-track mind, the way it thought about things was very strange, different from ordinary people. Hence, the fortune-teller thought of a way to trick it: First, let the Shi family send Shi Qingxuan out, pretend to send him away, then change his son's appearance, pretend to be a baby girl and send him back, saying that he was an adopted daughter from outside, let the whole family call this young master Miss, and raise him as a girl since young. As long as that Vernacular True Immortal couldn't find the baby boy, after a long time, he might not remember who he had picked back then.
Hence, Shi Qingxuan grew up to ten years old safely.
Within ten years, the rich and powerful family gradually declined. Second Master's parents passed away, and the family fought against each other for property. Shi Wudu was annoyed, so when he was sixteen years old, he left home with Shi Qingxuan, who was a few years younger than him.
The two brothers depended on each other, Shi Wudu was the first to go up the mountain to cultivate, leaving his younger brother in the small town at the foot of the mountain. He cultivated until late every day, and only went down the mountain in the evening. There was no food on the mountain, so he could only go home to eat at night. One night, Shi Wudu was so engrossed in sparring with someone that he forgot the time. Shi Qingxuan waited for a long time, but his brother didn't come back. He was worried that he had no food to eat, so he decided to send food up the mountain.
At that time, Shi Qingxuan was still a child, he didn't know how to walk the mountain road, and it was dark at night, he carried the food box and walked for a long time, waiting for the toilet. In a hurry, he took off his skirt at the side of the mountain road. At this time, a black shadow came from afar on the mountain road, and asked, "Is that Xuan 'er in front?"
When Shi Qingxuan heard someone calling his pet name, he thought that it was someone his brother had called to pick him up, so he quickly put down his skirt and replied, "It's me!"
The strange voice asked again, "Your date of birth, is it a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, a certain time?"
Shi Qingxuan was even more curious. He was curious as to why he suddenly asked about his date of birth, and he was curious as to why this person said it exactly, so he also replied, "That's right! How do you know? Who are you? Do you know my brother? "
The voice did not answer, and finally said, "Come over, let me see your face clearly."
This was a commanding tone. At this point, Shi Qingxuan finally felt that something was wrong.
Hugging the box of food, he ran away at top speed. As he ran, he heard the howling wind and wild laughter behind him. It was actually that thing chasing closely behind him, and it shouted, "You're about to fall!"
Shi Qingxuan was scared out of his wits, when he said the word 'fall', he indeed fell, breaking the box of food, and the food spilled all over the ground. Just as that thing was about to pounce on him, Shi Wudu arrived.
Seeing that the person came, the Vernacular True Immortal disappeared. Shi Wudu carried his brother, whose face was covered in blood and rice, and the two brothers were extremely shocked.
It still found out!
After being hidden for so many years, the Vernacular True Immortal tasted the first sweetness, and from then on, it started to appear regularly, and each time it appeared, it became more and more elusive. This thing's Dao was too powerful, and the Shi family had already collapsed. The Daoists and Venerable Masters that Shi Wudu could invite were helpless, and they also did not have the strength to spend a million merit points to directly transmit their voice to the heavens. Although it did not want Shi Qingxuan's life, the two brothers knew that this thing was just waiting to fatten up before killing it. Right now, it was just giving you a few light slaps to remind you to be afraid of it, and one day, it would come back with a big one. This was like a hunter, not giving his prey a satisfying shot, but instead, he had to brush past his body and shoot a few arrows, causing the prey to be extremely afraid, and then he would eat it.
It was like a death by a thousand cuts.
Luckily, the situation finally turned for the better. After cultivating hard for a few years, Shi Wudu ascended.
Once he ascended, he immediately brought Shi Qingxuan to the Central Celestial Heavens, and smashed him with heavenly materials and earthly treasures. A few years later, Shi Qingxuan also successfully ascended. From then on, that Vernacular True Immortal disappeared without a trace.
Shi Qingxuan naturally thought that it had finally given up, and retreated in the face of difficulties. However, this seemed to be just his wishful thinking.
A few days ago, he found a large group of friends to drink. When he was drunk, he suddenly heard a fierce voice in his ear, "You will never see your brother again!"
That voice was extremely familiar. From the time he was ten years old until the day he ascended, he would hear this voice once or twice a year. The fear of it had long been engraved in his bones, and it was practically a clap of thunder in his ear. Shi Qingxuan instantly sobered up. He was so scared that he ran that very night to Pei Ming's territory. Only when he saw with his own eyes that Shi Wudu was having a good time with Ling Wen and the others did he calm down.
Afterwards, he wondered if that voice was a hallucination. After all, this thing had planted too deep a shadow in him since he was young, and it wasn't like he had never experienced it before. However, after thinking about it again and again, he was still a little worried. Thus, he pulled Ming Yi along, and while he was at it, he came to find Xie Lian to ask. Unexpectedly, he bumped into Hua Cheng at Pu Qi Monastery. Enemies really were bound to meet on a narrow road.
After listening, Xie Lian said, "If that's the case, then the one you met and the one I met are on a completely different level." After thinking for a moment, he asked Hua Cheng, "San Lang, have you seen that Vernacular True Immortal with your own eyes?"
Hua Cheng played with a pair of chopsticks in his hand and said, "Hm? I've never seen it with my own eyes. However, I've seen it with someone I know. "
As for who this' person I know 'was, although Xie Lian was curious, he didn't ask too much. He only said, "How high is its cultivation? Is it really powerful? "
Hua Cheng threw away his chopsticks and slowly said, "Very high."
Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi's expressions became even more solemn. Hua Cheng then said, "It's different from ordinary small fries, it's indeed difficult to deal with."
Although he said it was' difficult to deal with ', his expression was still the same as usual, as if he was just being polite. However, to be able to get such an evaluation from Hua Cheng, it was extremely not easy. Xie Lian said, "Lord Wind, it seems like the problem isn't small. Why didn't you tell Lord Navy about this? "
Shi Qingxuan waved his hand and said, "No, no. You know, my brother is about to cross his tribulation again. What if he goes to fight that Vernacular True Immortal at this critical juncture and gets distracted? I have to keep this matter a secret, I can't let others know. I also didn't tell any of the Heavenly Officials who are good friends with my brother. "