Daoist Master of Qing Xuan Chapter 15: Not a person

It's raining like a bet, and there is a vast waterline between the sky and the earth, you can't see the front, you can't hear the back. The middle-aged believer lost his ears and eyes, or because the speed was too fast, those water droplets hit the middle-aged believer and were swept away by the wind on his body.

I don't know how long it took, the thunder subsided, the majestic rain disappeared in no time, the middle-aged believer finally fell to the ground, he staggered a few steps, and finally stood firm, and there was a tea shed in front of him.

He has been a believer for many years, and he recognized that this place was on the post road a hundred miles away from Qitao Mountain, but at some point, there was an extra tea shed on the post road.

Xu Shi, after the heavy rain, there are no pedestrians on the road, and there is no business in the tea shed.

There is only one boss who makes tea, an old man sitting alone in the tea shed.

The boss in front greeted the middle-aged messenger: "Guest officer, come in for a drink."

The middle-aged believer wanted to refuse, but subconsciously walked into the tea shed and found a place to sit down.

The boss graciously brought the tea, which was steaming hot, with tea foam floating on it, fresh and natural. It was only a middle-aged believer who drank Shen Lian's spiritual tea not long ago, so nowhere can I drink the tea here.

However, the boss did not diligently persuade him, but continued to make things on the stall.

Another old man said to the middle-aged believer: "The little man is free, it is better to tell you a story."

The middle-aged believer did not know whether to refuse or accept, but the old man did not give him a choice.

The clear voice of the old man slowly rose in the tea shed, and first came a definite poem: "Let’s listen to it, the motto of life, the peas and melons are raining like silk. I should be tired of talking about it. I like to listen to the ghosts of autumn graves singing poems."

People who have come to tell the story, before telling the story, Metropolis will come to a set of poems, naturally, the intention is to gather the audience's spirit and listen to what he says.

The set poem by the old man is really eloquent. The poem is concise and the meaning is profound. The middle-aged believer suddenly has the spirit.

Sure enough, the old man didn't speak the language of the world, but he told a story. The place where the story happened was Qitaoshan. There was originally a peach tree on the Qitao Mountain, which was so wonderful that it purified the grievances of lonely souls and ghosts all over the mountains, and finally produced seven fruits.

All of the seven peaches are spiritual, and they are like a human face over a long period of time. They want to grow into a baby, but the seven peaches are bright and innocent, and they don’t know how to conceal them. Later, they were killed by a woodcutter who went up the mountain. The husband found the strangeness and was shocked by his popularity, and since then he has become a man.

The spirituality of the foreign body is uncertain, just like a man’s childhood, frightened by the woodcutter, and because the seven peaches grow on this mountain, there is a lot of magical response. Hearing the people down the mountain to the woodcutter, he intends to go up the mountain to see them , He urged the mother tree to escape from the mountain overnight.

It's just that these peaches don't know that things are cheap, and when they flee their homeland in panic, they lose their source of spiritual power and begin to dry up halfway.

They are just a little spiritual, where are there any divine channels, and they are even more fragile away from Qitao Mountain. Even if it takes root on the ground, it will no longer be able to collect Sun Jing Yue Hua at the time of Qitao Mountain.

Spirituality withered, and under the instinct for survival, one peach began to devour the spirituality of the other brothers. After five days, the spirituality of five peaches was swallowed up by that one, and only the smallest peach survived.

When the peach was about to devour the youngest brother, a white crane flew down from the sky and took the youngest peach away.

After the remaining peach swallows the spirituality of the remaining five peaches, the soul consciousness grows and gradually controls the entire peach tree, and the roots gradually become vigorous.

A certain hare broke into the range of the peach tree, and the peach had a strange idea, and its roots appeared to strangle the hare. After eating its flesh and blood, it became more vigorous.

After that, it got the sweetness, and it began to slaughter the creatures, and at the same time, it kept moving, relying on blood for a living, and gradually gained mana and supernatural powers.

I don't know how many years have passed, it finally reached a bottleneck in its cultivation, evoked thunder from the sky, exhausted all efforts, and finally passed through safely and transformed into a human body.

After the old man said this, he looked at the middle-aged believer with blazing eyes and said: "You said that since it has a human body, can it be regarded as a human?"

The middle-aged believer is vague and unconscious, and wants to nod and say: "Since there is a human body, it can be said to be a human."

He didn't think it was wrong, he was about to blurt it out. At this moment, Shen Lian's words suddenly sounded in his mind: "I want to know, you can know that the person who asked you to come is naturally the former master of this village. Tell him, I am the young master of Xiliang City, and Xieyang Mountain is my property. The plants and trees here do not belong to him. If he wants to come to the theory, he can come to me, I am afraid he will not come."

The content of Shen Lian's message is irrelevant to this moment, but his ethereal and silent aura instantly awakens his consciousness and restores his sobriety.

The middle-aged believer said: "It is not a human being, because even his brother eats it."

The old man slumped: "But he was trying to survive, don't people also eat people?"

The middle-aged believer is angry in his heart. He is just a humble figure, but he has guidelines for being human. He said: "A man who eats people is not a person."

He doesn't understand etiquette and morality, but he has a simple view of right and wrong. He believes that it is a monster, and if it has a human body, it is still a monster, not a person.

The old man's face gradually withered, a bad wind blows, and the middle-aged believer is blown out. At this time, he saw the Taoist on Qitao Mountain, and sighed at him: "Go to Jieyang Mountain. Who did you see?"

The middle-aged believer told him what happened to him, and the man looked moved and said: "It turns out that there are people in this world who tell the truth. Master, he didn't lie to me."

The middle-aged believer didn't know that what Shen Lian said to him was a Fa. This Fa has no other effect, but it will not be easily erased by other Fa.

So when he wanted to recognize the demon in the form of a human body, the law woke him up.

Shen Lian did not anticipate this, nor did the old storyteller. Everything seems to be a coincidence~IndoMTL.com~ But the most important thing is that even if the middle-aged believer is humble, he knows that. The demon is not human.

The middle-aged believer was a little nervous and said: "Dao Master, is there something wrong with that tea stall?"

The Taoist faintly said: "It is not a human, so naturally it is a demon. Then it will start to eat people. That's good, it is not too late to go to Jieyang Mountain to see the master." /

When the middle-aged believer woke up, Shen Lian moved his heart. He said that the law is unintentional, and even that law has no substantial power.

Just because he has reached the realm, there will be such an effect.

His soul has not fully recovered, and it is difficult to know the cause and effect, but he also knows that there is an accident.

Shen Lian had no intention of lingering about this, he went into concentration step by step, and was tempered by the breath of heaven and earth day and night. Although he had not deliberately interfered, his physical development was much faster than that of ordinary babies.

The Taoist priests in Qitaoshan are worried about this.

(To be continued.)