White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 62 Human Heart
The hall of the temple was completely dark. Looking up, the first thing that came into view was a clay statue of the City God. He was tall and majestic, with a dignified face, and looked straight ahead with an extraordinary demeanor.

On the left and right sides of the hall, there are two broad-shouldered, ferocious-looking ghost messengers holding weapons. Their eyes are like copper bells, their teeth are like sharp knives, and their tongues are like bloody clothes. gas.

The hall is full of ghosts, as if entering the hell of Senluo, if a timid person is here, he will be frightened to the point of splitting his mind, and he will pass out immediately on the spot.

Qiao Chen'an sneered twice, and shouted loudly: "The guests have come, but the host is nowhere to be seen. Is this the way Lord Chenghuang treats guests?"

The green-faced ghost guard who was following him was shocked when he saw that Qiao Chen'an was not only fearless, but also so unrestrained after he came here.

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of hearty and wild laughter from behind the lobby, and said: "It's my fault for neglecting my little friend!"

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Chen'an saw a tall figure turning out from the back of the hall. The person was burly, with a thick back and waist, and was dressed in a purple dress. There was a faint flash of light between his eyes opening and closing, and his momentum was extraordinary.

Meng Dewei strode forward and said with a warm smile: "I have heard about the name of Daoist friend for a long time, but seeing him today is really extraordinary."

Looking up, he was facing Qiao Chen'an's deep double pupils. He was indifferent and indifferent. In an instant, he felt as if all the secrets in his body had been seen through. It is the most holy, I did not expect to appear on the person in front of me.

He secretly performed the method of observing Qi that he had learned before, a stream of light seemed to flash across his eyes for a moment, and a dazzling deep purple suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously closed his eyes slightly.

I saw that Qiao Chen'an's whole body was surrounded by an extremely dense purple air, which pierced through the sky, and the air rushed to the universe, almost covering the clouds, and the vastness was for miles, and half of the sky was dyed purple.

There was a storm in Meng Dewei's heart. It should be known that most people, whether they are mortals or ascetics, have good luck. Those with extraordinary luck will be loved by heaven, everything will be smooth, and the future will be bright; while those with bad luck will die in vain. Phase, hit a wall everywhere, unable to move an inch.

But no matter what the situation is, the color of luck is golden, and there are only two kinds of people in the world whose luck is not included.

One is people in the way of demons. The so-called way of demons means not cultivating good fruits, killing people and setting fires.

With endless grievances in his hands, millions of corpses under his feet, the heaven and the earth will not tolerate it, and the whole world is a mortal enemy. This kind of person is spurned by the heavens, and he has no luck to speak of.

Looking at it at a glance, the blood is shining for hundreds of miles, and the evil spirit is shocking for nine days. It can be called a shocking monster.

But the way of practice is to compete with the sky, and these people don't care about their own luck at all.

The other kind of people are extremely loved by the gods, and they can be called the sons of destiny. They are born with immeasurable luck, like a dragon diving in the abyss, just waiting to soar into the sky. .

But how can there be so many gods reincarnated in this world, the biggest possibility is the latter, Meng Dewei thought to himself, Qiao Chenan's luck is simply against the sky, if he can grow up smoothly, his future achievements will be limitless, but...

Heart sneer again and again.

All the way, Qiao Chenan was given to the back hall, and they were seated opposite each other. There was tea served earlier, exuding a burst of fragrance. Qiao Chenan felt refreshed after taking a sip, knowing that the tea in the cup was of extraordinary quality.

But he didn't come here for tea, he cut straight to the point and said, "I don't know why the Lord City God is looking for me?"

Meng Dewei didn't expect him to be so straightforward, he was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled: "No other intention, just to make friends with Qiao Jun."

After a pause, he turned his head and told a red-faced ghost guard beside him, "Go get the spirit water pill that I have treasured."

The red-faced ghost guard was surprised when he heard the words: "My lord, I'm just a small practitioner, why did I end up here!"

"Bold!"

Meng Dewei shouted sharply, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Yes!"

The red-faced ghost guard looked at Qiao Chen'an unwillingly, then bowed and retreated, thinking in his heart what kind of virtue and ability this person has, it's nothing more than being entertained by his own adults with Yangyuan tea that nourishes the soul, and he actually wants to give it away The priceless spiritual water pill.

Qiao Chen'an's eyes were gloomy, his face was expressionless, but he was noncommittal in his heart. He was courteous for nothing, raped or stolen. He wanted to see what the city god had planned.

It's not that he judges people's thoughts with the heart of a villain, but human nature. He has never met this city god, and he can't even fight with him, but the other party not only invites him to talk late at night, but also offers him value. Extraordinary gift, but only to make him this friend?
Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

The red-faced ghost came back soon, put a sandalwood box the size of half a palm in front of him, and said with a cold snort: "This box contains spiritual water pills, which have a miraculous effect on nourishing the soul. Few of those ancient Taoist sects can afford it."

Qiao Chen'an lowered his head and looked down, with clear air flowing in his eyes. He looked through the red sandalwood box for a moment, and caught a glimpse of the scene inside. A green elixir the size of a pigeon egg was lying quietly inside.

Immediately cupped his hands and said: "Thank you, Lord Chenghuang, for the gift!"

Since the other party was willing to spend the money, why should he refuse, on the contrary, he seemed to be hypocritical and not a man.

Seeing this, Meng Dewei said with a smile: "You don't have to be polite, Qiao Jun. I like to befriend chivalrous people all my life. I happened to meet Qiao Jun alone fighting the moon-worshiping monster that day. I was very impressed. That's why I took the liberty to invite you."

He raised his glass and said, "Please!"

Qiao Chenan nodded, and said: "It's okay, the moon-worshiping monster is a disaster for the common people, and people in my generation should punish him." He also raised his glass as a gesture, and drank it down with his head raised.

The tea liquid was fragrant, elegant and quiet, and melted in his throat. The special medicinal power contained in the tea was immediately absorbed into the meridians, and circulated around the sky with the circulation of his own Qi, and finally all merged into the Yin God. Realizing that his Yin spirit seemed to grow a little stronger at this moment, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

The other party is just a mere town god, and there is such a good tea to drink every day, needless to say about other treasures, with this benefit, why worry about not being able to cultivate diligently?Compared with it, I really can be described as poor and white.

In the final analysis, it still has to be attributed to the four characters "wealth couple law land".

"Who is brother Qiao's apprentice?" Meng Dewei asked seemingly unintentionally.

"I don't have a teacher's inheritance, I just got some cultivation methods randomly when I was young, and I have been practicing until now, and I am lucky that I haven't gone mad." Qiao Chen'an took a deep look at him and said calmly.

The two talked around the case, one with a smile on his face, and the other with a flat expression. They seemed to be very happy with each other, but what kind of thoughts were contained in it, it is not known.

It was late at night, and the tea was getting cold, Meng Dewei sent Qiao Chenan to the front of the temple gate, cupped his hands and said, "Five days later, there will be a hero banquet here, please be sure to show your face."

Qiao Chenan remained silent, without saying a word, his figure rose up with the wind as soon as he moved his mind.

After a long time, until his figure was submerged in the vast night, the red-faced ghost guard hesitated for a moment before saying: "My lord, why are you so polite to him?"

Meng Dewei stroked his beard and smiled, and said meaningfully: "Have you heard of that sentence?"

"If you want to deal with a person, you must first paralyze it and let it get carried away..."

The night seemed a little darker.

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