New White Snake Asking Immortals

Night comes early in the mountains.

The full moon has just climbed up the steep cliff of the semi-circular tiankeng, the ridges are undulating, the silver frost night moon is the background, the sparse old trees seem to have become the laurel trees in the Guanghan Palace, and the clouds are floating under the moonlit sky, which is full of poetry.

The temples in the tiankeng lighted candles one after another, and disciples wearing certain styles of robes lit the gate lanterns.

The moon is bright and the clouds are thin, and the blue smoke-colored mountains and rivers are quiet and ethereal.

Bai Yujun only stood for a moment before the sky turned dark, just like this in the mountains.

The cry of the night owl echoed in the valley.

Bai Yujun looked at the lantern-lit door on the high steps. She had no intention of staying here. She instinctively disliked and rejected it, disgusted with such a hypocritical place.

Before he could turn around and mount his horse.

When the official road came, there was a slight movement in the direction, and three people were running using Qinggong.

Moubai, who was holding a paper umbrella, lamented how lively the evening was.

Soon, three figures ran up to them. They glanced curiously at a certain Bai who was acting dumbly on the roadside, then climbed the steps and ran into the temple. Their movements were skillful and natural. With every step they took, they could avoid stones and moss and step on the appropriate places. This place seems to be very familiar to me.

After entering the gate, he quickly changed his clothes and pretended to be an ordinary believer.

Bai Yujun smelled the slightest smell of blood.

"..."

I didn’t expect that I could see so much scenery while standing on the roadside.

After the bizarre performance, Moubai became a little interested in this place, just to relieve his boredom.

Blinking, his eyes seemed to penetrate the barriers and scanned the temple, using his hearing to capture all the details.

The little skills that come with Awareness Link are better than nothing.

"He's quite professional."

In the final analysis, it is still those few things, omnipotent, supreme, and very effective. If you are not effective, you are not pious enough and need to reflect on yourself. It is a very typical routine.

There are rich and powerful people, men, women, old and young, scholars, criminal thieves, poor peasants, from all walks of life.

The person in charge was an elderly man.

The grooming is meticulous. After all, appearance is very important in this industry. It is estimated that you have to take time to comb your beard. Clothes and accessories are simply matched to give people a sense of knowledge. They have practiced countless times to get the look right and precise.

It combines the concepts and language of classic routines, which is very typical.

And he has cultivation skills.

Those with too high cultivation levels these days are deliberately restrained by the garrison of snake demon soldiers. After successfully building the foundation, they are not allowed to stay in the mortal world and dare not disturb the secular world. This old fellow's cultivation level happens to be stuck at the peak of Qi refining, so it does not count as breaking the rules.

Of course, in a certain Bai's eyes, his cultivation level was just like that, and there was nothing worthy of attention.

His eyes glanced randomly.

I have an inexplicable feeling that something is wrong...

I searched slowly and carefully everywhere. After searching carefully, my eyes fell on the statue of the god enshrined.

Bai Yujun blinked in confusion, feeling that there was something wrong, but the statue looked normal and quite contradictory. Bai Yujun thought that maybe the body he was connected to was too weak, so he couldn't see it clearly.

In the big room, a group of faithful men and women knelt in front of the statue and chanted, their eyes wild.

The horse standing behind Bai Yujun was probably thirsty. It put its head in front of Bai Yujun and stared at it with big eyes. It wanted abundant forage and drinking water.

Use the paper umbrella to push the horse's head aside.

"What's wrong with it... I haven't experienced this kind of incomprehensible feeling for a long time. I miss it so much and it's so interesting."

Bai Yujun wanted to study it some more, but it was a long night and he couldn't hurry.

Suddenly, I heard chaotic footsteps approaching quickly.

Once again, he pushed the long face of the approaching horse aside. Now was not the time to drink water or feed grass.

Til your head and think carefully.

"Part of the footsteps are very familiar. I heard them before. Well, now that I think about it, they are from some of the officers and soldiers rushing on their way. The rest are unfamiliar."

Bai Bai has extraordinary hearing. Even if he passes by, he will remember the characteristics of the other person's voice unintentionally. He does not remember it deliberately. It is an instinct of powerful creatures. Even if they meet again after hundreds of years, they can still recall the details of the past. It is a gift. magic.

As for the other strange footsteps, I'm not sure.

Soon, a group of people appeared on the official road near the cliff, including officers and soldiers as well as people from the yamen dressed as agents.

The corner of Moubai's mouth twitched. This was really an unusual evening. He didn't have dinner, and the opera was taking turns. It was said that the security was really chaotic.

The detectives who specialize in hunting may have some kind of special tracking method. Judging from the smell details, the targets are the three people before.

However, when the officers, soldiers and policemen came to the temple, their expressions were tangled.

Ignoring the little girl next to them, perhaps because the tall horse blocked their view, nearly a hundred people were panting, and there was a strange smell of sweat mixed with dust and blood.

Standing at the bottom of the steps or walking up or down, it seemed that the temple was making it difficult for them.

The team was discussing with the leader, ordered the others not to move, put away their weapons, and the two of them climbed the steps together.

Bai Yujun saw it clearly.

The two of them were not afraid of the high cultivation level of the temple leader. They might not even know that there were masters inside. They were simply troubled by the plaque on the door. If things like this were not handled well, trouble would occur and it would be a headache.

The person in charge inside did not show up but asked his disciples to deal with it.

Although the disciple was kind and humble, he could not hide the nobility in his expression. He first denied that there were rioters in the temple, and then refused to be searched by officers, soldiers and police officers. His tone was easy-going and unquestionable. He stood on the high steps and looked down at the team and police officers head.

The captain and the catcher even surrendered and asked for help, but unexpectedly they offended the believers.

The fanatical believers included aristocratic families as well as peasants. They angrily scolded the injured team leader and the sweaty head catcher.

Some devout believers dared to push him.

Bai Yujun frowned deeper after witnessing everything.

"No matter how high-level the whitewash is, it can't hide the true nature of fighting for power and profit. After all, it is just a tool."

It has become a scourge that disrupts people's livelihood. If you guessed correctly, maybe the county magistrate likes this kind of existence. After all, it can bring stability to the people, so why not do it.

Bai Yujun looked through the crowd at the statue. Who is it and what is it planning?

After thinking for a while, I had an idea, why not just ask someone who is familiar with the situation.

Squat down and poke the ground with your paper umbrella like a naughty doll poking an ant hole.

"The mountain god here appears."

Waited for about three breaths.

There was a pop.

The mud on the ground in front of me was pushed open by something, and a small furry thing popped out...

The corner of Bai Yujun's mouth twitched. He never expected that this guy would actually back up. It was very indecent. This mountain god was actually an ancient species. He could be regarded as the earliest earth mountain god. He was not as big as a cat. He was furry and had small arms and short legs. ,so cute.

I saw the little mountain god trying to pull himself out.

He exerted too much force and accidentally sat on the ground. He was furry and wearing only a coat, like a groundhog wearing only a shirt, with a tuft of beard covering his mouth.

First, he beat his back like an old man, stood up, dug his head into the hole he just came out of, and pulled out a crutch that was shorter than chopsticks.

After turning around twice, I saw Bai Yujun.

First, he saluted politely, stood up straight and beat his back, and then spoke in strange syllables, waving his cane as if dancing.

"Uh-huh, huh-huh, huh?"

After saying that, he used his crutch to push aside the long horse face that was stretched out curiously.

"..."

Bai Yujun was stunned for a few seconds, but fortunately, he quickly found the relevant ancient partial language memory in the inheritance.

The mountain god first greeted him politely, and then asked him what he was looking for.