I came to the world of the heavens

The old man stared blankly at the porridge, then looked at the scholar-like Chen Chushi, his lips trembled as he wanted to say something, swallowed it back, and uttered a vague sentence after a long time: "Get another bowl, and Anan wants to eat too!"

Just now, Amei is now Anan, old man, you can think of your name whatever you want...

Chen Shishi made another bowl and put it on the square table, then turned around and went to the yard. His eyesight is very good now, even if it is completely dark, he can still see clearly.

The old man patted the table hard: "If you don't eat, where are you going! Come and eat!"

Chen Shishi was startled by the sound, feeling that Anan was calling him, so he came over and sat down and said, "Old man, my name is Chen Shishi, not Anan, but I haven't asked for your name yet..."

The old man stared: "I am me!"

Your answer is a bit high.

Chen Shishi smiled lightly: "Okay, as long as you're happy." He picked up the bowl and drank the slightly earthy porridge. I don't know if the rice is not clean or the wild vegetables haven't been washed. Er, it seems that the wild vegetables haven't been washed... …

After dinner, the old man went back to the stone in the yard and stared at the rapeseed he planted, as if something different could be seen on it.

Chen Chuchu wanted to wash the dishes, and there were very few water tanks left in the kitchen. He was a newcomer and didn't want to use the power of the water god to gather water vapor. He took a pole and two buckets to the well outside to pick up a few times.

The old woman was still awake during the day, she was a little surprised and said: "Young man, aren't you a scholar, you can actually lift a bucket? It's because the old man has no water to use you, hey, that old man..."

The two buckets of water were as light as nothing on Chen Shishi's shoulders. He smiled and said, "No, I just need to stretch my muscles." He poured water into the water tank, still being lazy, gathering water vapor, and the two buckets of water released two and a half buckets. The amount, the water tank will be full soon...

After reading "Liaozhai Ghost Encyclopedia", Chen Shichu had a little more speculation about the white-haired man in Tan Jinxuan's family, but he still couldn't be sure.

The ghosts in Liao Zhai are very strange, and the setting between the stories is also different. For example, a scholar fell in love with a female ghost, and they studied the mysteries of the blood and flesh piston every night, which really made them study the truth of life!The female ghost said that she was the daughter of so-and-so in her lifetime, and she fell in love with this scholar in front of her as a ghost after her death. Because of the piston every night, she gained a lot of Yang energy from the human body. She only needs to dig up her grave on a certain day and time. Pull out the coffin nails, lift the coffin lid, and you can live... In fact, you did live, it's just so outrageous.

What's more, the wife died, and the underworld felt that she had a deep relationship with her husband in the world, so they let her come back to accompany her as a ghost!
The man was okay at the beginning, but then he couldn't do it, because the ghost couldn't have children (other stories can), and he married a living concubine, but the ghost wife got angry and fought with the concubine. The man thought it was not good, so he asked for help , with four mahogany nails nailed around his wife's grave before it settled down.

The white-haired man who attacked Xu Sanniang had obvious intentions, not to kill but to seek color.

It should be the existence of lecherous ghosts and goblins, but there are too many of this type in Liaozhai. Among the living people, men and women are lecherous, and male ghosts and female ghosts are also lecherous.The white-haired man doesn't seem like an existence that can let it go. Only by getting rid of him completely can we avoid the possibility of Xu Sanniang encountering again...

Ask the City God, ask the Lord of the Land?

Chen Shishi didn't dare to ask for the time being. In the world of "Tuodi Exorcist", he went to the Temple of the City God, and the gods became enemies. If he tried to scare the snakes in this world, he might only use his body and "dark blood" to change his face in order to continue to mix. .Including his current appearance, the original features have been adjusted...

It was late at night and the old man was asleep.

Chen Shishi withdrew from his meditation practice, took a look at the dark night sky, went to the corner of the courtyard and flew into the sky, flying towards the highest mountain nearby.

At the top of the mountain, he took out a heavy square table from the air and placed it on the ground, placed the censer yellow paper on it, and the fragrant peach wood sword, and finally put the Heaven-reaching Mantra book in front of him.

In simple terms, opening the altar is to set up a signal base station on the spot to call the gods for remote support, but it is not that simple. The function of the altar is not only to call for help, but also to strengthen the caster's communication with the aura of heaven and earth. Increase the power of spells and spells on weekdays...

In the fighting between warlocks, unless good and evil are in opposition, it is impossible to get the help of the gods. Just kidding, the brothers are singled out, the brothers are the Erlang God, and the brothers are the Monkey King. Isn’t this a fire?
The wind on the mountain was very strong. Chen Shishi's eyes flashed red and he scanned the surroundings. There was nothing abnormal. He took out four apricot-yellow pennants and threw them out forcefully. Yin, shouted in a low voice: "Stop!" As soon as his voice fell, the wind stopped.

He took out the grass leaves he had collected in the woods during the day, which were stained with the blood of the white-haired man.

Chen Chu hadn't done such things as casting curses for several worlds. Now that he was weaving blood-stained grass leaves into grass figurines by hand, he felt like returning to a craftsman.

Leaning the straw man on top of the incense burner, Chen Shishi took out a piece of yellow paper to draw the same soul spell, pasted it on the straw man's forehead, made seals with both hands, and began to recite the same soul mantra, then grabbed the mahogany sword and danced lightly, and finally grabbed it with his left hand in the air. A bottle of white wine was poured into his mouth, sprayed on the lighted fragrance, a fire surged up, and the tip of the sword struck the talisman between the eyebrows of the grass man: "Same!"

He took out four steel needles and inserted them into the straw man's heart, dantian, perineum, and finally Tianling...

In a cave in the mountains outside Zichuan County, the white-haired man who failed to attack Xu Sanniang during the day sat on a stone chair and looked sad. There were several wine jars on the table, and he was holding a large bowl and pouring wine into his mouth continuously.At this moment, there was a sound from outside, and the man who came in was also open-chested and backless, but with long brown hair and a long face.

Seeing the white-haired man pouring wine, the brown-haired man hurried over to take down the bowl and asked, "Didn't my virtuous brother go hunting for beauty and picking shade? Why did you call me here in such a hurry, with such a sad face? What's the problem?"

The white-haired man tore off his shirt, turned around to reveal several holes on his back and two holes on his legs, and said, "I was looking for a little lady whose husband was demented. She is so beautiful. I can't wait until nightfall. So I went there during the day, the little lady was very pretty, I was so happy, I forgot to transform into a beautiful man and shot, but the little lady called out and attracted a young scholar!"

The brown-haired man frowned and said, "You are a scholar who is useless. Could it be that your injury was poked out by a scholar with a bamboo spear? A small injury, with your cultivation and mana, it only takes one day to heal!"

The white-haired man sighed: "That scholar is not simple. He gave me a palm as soon as he came up, which shocked my internal organs and burned it! I drew my sword to cut off his head. The scholar did not hide or dodge. His hands were golden, and my sword was like a soft Rolled up like mud, very fierce."

"My mana was suppressed during the day, and I just wanted to avoid the peak temporarily, and wait until night to talk about it, but the scholar actually chased me out and hit me on the back several times with a small delicate firecracker, leaving these holes... I managed to escape , but found a problem, my illusion seems to be invalid."

The more he talked, the more depressed he became, the hole was still not healed, very slowly, the anger suddenly came up, he took a sip of wine, his complexion changed, his right hand tightly grasped the left chest, showing pain: "Ah... my heart, so good pain!"