New White Snake Asking Immortals

Small broken ball world.

Mu and Xi sat on Bai Yujun's shoulders, holding the dragon's horn with their hands, their eyes widened.

On the opposite side, the phoenix bird, which is already several feet long, tilted its head curiously, with big eyes and small eyes. Mu suspected that the habit of phoenix tilting its head was learned from a certain dragon.

"Bai, what do you feed Phoenix with?"

Hearing this, Bai Yujun pondered for a while, and counted with her fingers.

"In the beginning, I asked the four female officials to catch earthworms and loaches. Little Phoenix refused to eat them, and planted rice, but he still refused to eat them. It was rumored that Phoenix would not eat unless it was practiced, and would not drink unless it was a Liquan. Called, tried countless methods, and finally asked the tree demon to help cultivate various fruits."

Spread your hands.

"It was only later that I discovered that Little Phoenix actually has a wide range of recipes, and Lingguo Mountain Spring also eats ground fire, which is really difficult to raise."

A white has tried many breeding methods.

Free-range breeding, captive breeding, in order not to let the phoenix go extinct.

Mu rubbed his little head.

She also doesn't understand why a certain white can pick up a phoenix cub. It is rare enough to transform into a dragon and a dragon. Now that he creates the world by himself, he also creates a phoenix. He might as well get a unicorn to make up the three clans.

The little phoenix loves to play, so he turns around and flies to the volcano to play.

Xi looked at Little Phoenix curiously.

"Strange, why doesn't the little guy turn into a human form? It should be easy for it, right?"

In fact, it is easy for the divine beast to transform into a phoenix.

Mu didn't find it strange.

"In the eyes of many creatures, their own body form is the most comfortable, and it is difficult to bear the human form."

A certain Bai nodded deeply after hearing this, but due to the limitations of the surrounding environment, his body size is too large and he can cause disaster if he moves casually. The snake, after sleeping for a long time, becomes a mountain.

Take Mu Hexi back to the shrine to admire his masterpiece.

The floating mountain was picked up, the gold, pearls and jade were earned by trading, and of course, there were some spoils of war.

The majestic shrine is full of pavilions, and Xian'e and Xianguan are busy.

The officials and officials who went to heaven before were full of enthusiasm, so there is no problem for such a team to manage the world of Xiao Poqiu, and the world has become more and more prosperous.

As expected, I have a bright eye and have been very successful. Now every river, every mountain, and every spring are managed in an orderly manner.

In the hall that is more majestic than the Lingxiao Palace in the Heavenly Court.

The high dragon chair.

Mu sighed, speechlessly watching a certain white dragon lying lazily on the dragon chair.

"Life... the dragon is born with hard work, so what can you get if you don't ask for it? Karma is good for hard work and waste for play, action is accomplished by thinking but destroyed by following, so the shrine is actually used by you as a sleeping palace?"

Bai Yujun chrysalis changed her sleeping position twice.

"I purposely made the dragon chair large and soft. You see, it's very comfortable to recline to eat."

Xiyue was eager to try and wanted to go up and lie down, but was stared at by Mu and had to give up.

The little figure sighed.

Forget it, take your time, since you are in the mood to build a majestic shrine, it means you haven't fallen to the point of no hope.

"Bai, Si Longye is in charge of the sky, how can you be lazy, and you still have more important things to do, there is still a long way to go..."

In the end, the voice became smaller and smaller.

Maybe Mu was too persistent, or he was talking to himself.

Bai Yujun feels that Mu is a bit of a mother-in-law today, but she feels very comfortable. It's really good to be nagging, and it's rare to be cared about.

...

The prehistoric world, the ancient roads of barren grass.

The long-faced, strong man was ashen-headed and dull-eyed.

Shaggy hair, unshaven beard, and muddy boots, but judging from the texture, it is absolutely extraordinary. Step by step, he staggers and walks aimlessly, as if his heart is dead. Sunrise, noon, sunset, wind, rain, and hail. When to go.

Passing by the ruins of towns and villages, I stopped stiffly, looking at the grass growing on the beams with a face ashen.

I saw the earth temple outside the town collapsed.

Passing by the bandit village, I saw monsters and ghosts occupying the mountain as kings, and practitioners killed and fought each other, completely turning a blind eye to the infiltration of monsters.

Click...

The sound of footsteps made the long-faced and strong man stiff. It was a very familiar voice.

Looking down, a piece of dry bone on the ground was crushed, and the skeleton stared at him with empty eyes as if saying something silently.

Dazed for a moment, he ran away...

Thinking back to all the self-righteousness in the past, and finally becoming an executioner, what is the use of repentance, the sin is too deep, all words seem extremely pale, I can only choose to escape, but I don’t know where to escape.

He ran for a long time until he met an old monk.

The long face looked puzzled as the old monk dug a pit, buried the corpses, no matter whether it was a human or an animal, buried them in the soil, and chanted scriptures for salvation, leading a snake demon and a strange little monk who kept repeating, unable to understand.

The snake demon boy hissed in warning.

"Hiss~!"

With the ring head knife in hand, he knew he was invincible and did not retreat, and he did his duty as a guardian spirit beast.

Old Huixian patted the snake demon boy on the shoulder, indicating that it's okay.

"That's good, if the benefactor is fine, can you work with the poor monk to let the dead go to the ground for peace?"

"I'm good."

Just about to use spells, he chose to give up after a moment of silence, bent down and dug out pits with his hands, then gathered the bones and put them in like the old monk, and sprinkled them with soil. Occasionally, some monks passed by and taunted them, but they didn't care. They lowered their heads and buried the dead bones seriously.

Suddenly, the long-faced burly man found that his heart was rarely at peace.

Digging pits for burial was even more laborious.

Afterglow of the setting sun...

The old monk gave Long Face a piece of coarse-grain cake, and made it for evening lessons by the bonfire for the snake demon and the young monk. After countless years, the long-faced strong man ate the coarse-grain cake again. It was delicious in the mouth.

In the early morning of the next day, continue to dig a pit for burial and repeat the boring actions.

half year later.

Old Huixian was very tired and decided to go back to Zhuquan Temple to rest.

The long-faced, strong man suddenly knelt down in front of old Huixian, his forehead touching the ground heavily.

"Master, I am guilty, please save me..."

Xiao Shitou looked at the long, unshaven face, carefully covered the purse, and always kept in mind Boss Bai's quotations, he must cover the purse tightly when going out.

Old Huixian sighed.

"Good, come with the poor monk."

As a result, a tall and downcast figure appeared behind the Zhuquan Temple trio.

Back in the small town, I bought some rice, noodles, and walked into the bamboo forest with my shoulders on my shoulders. The bamboo forest was quiet and only the sound of the wind blowing bamboo leaves was heard. Moss grew on the stone road, and the green bamboo was thick, and the small Zhuquan Temple could be seen faintly.

There was a bang at the gate of the temple.

The long face feels threatened from the monkey with the pen in the ear and the ink fountain line, it is very strong!

The monkey who was cultivating the gate raised his head, looked at the long face and showed his fangs. The long-faced strong man who had just arrived did not expect that in the Xiaoxiaozhuquan Temple, besides the old monk, there were also scary monster monkeys. It was a mysterious place, but he had never heard of it before.

Entering the door, I saw a pangolin monster frowning at the ancient relics, a green snake demon studying ancient paintings in the room, and a bug that smelled of wine.

Once again, I bowed to Lao Huixian.

"Ask the master for advice."

Old Huixian fetched a bamboo broom and pointed it outside the door.

"Since you are here, do something. Clean up the fallen leaves on the rocky path, when you are clean and when you rest, ring the clock in the morning and evening, and come to the poor monk when the clock doesn't strike itself. If you can't do it, you can leave on your own."

Since then, the mountain paths and stone paths have been cleaned every day, and the bamboo forest echoes with bells in the morning and evening...