New White Snake Asking Immortals

The giant tiger breathes evenly and runs quickly.

With the help of Moubai, he stepped into the threshold of the spirit monsters in a short time, and the power of the tiger became stronger. He did not know how to contain the aura of the king of beasts, causing birds to fly around in fright and refuse to land, and animals to hide and flee.

Helpless, Bai Yujun could only find ways to reduce this impact first.

The quickest and most trouble-free method is to use talismans. After all, I was an authentic Taoist priest back then, so there is no need to be too professional in drawing talismans.

Pick a white stone and poor quality jade on the river beach full of pebbles.

Cut it into the right size, there is no complicated preparation work, just carve it directly with a sharp knife.

Bai Yujun has already reached the state of returning to nature, and doing things casually is a way that ordinary people can't understand.

There is no carving at all.

The scenery recedes.

The closer we get to the mountains, the fewer villages there are along the way.

Humans prefer to live in good places with high land output. Places with low output have small populations and focus on reproduction. Obviously, the vast primitive mountains ahead have a harsh geographical environment. Wild beasts and monsters can often be seen, and they are expected to leave humans soon. range of activities.

Along the way, there were no thieves or warriors looking for trouble, and no practitioners were seen.

The number of practitioners in the world is rare, so it is normal to not see them.

Afternoon.

The scorching sun is high and the cicadas are chirping on a sultry day.

Passing by a remote village, I saw a lot of people in the threshing floor, as well as big horses and ox carts from a distance. It was very lively, with children playing happily and women with poor parents.

Moubai originally just wanted to pass by in a hurry, but suddenly he felt something in his heart and pricked up his ears to listen.

Let the tiger rest in the shade of the trees, the wind is blowing in the mountains.

The wind brought the sounds of distant villages to my ears, and the noisy sounds were disassembled and restored...

Sitting sideways on the saddle, his little hands are whizzing away, multitasking.

Listening, Bai Yujun was thoughtful.

In this almost primitive era, doing good deeds is just a transaction for the powerful families, using money in exchange for fame and benefits, etc. It is not that there are no good people, there are really few really good people, and outsiders in the village are doing good deeds, and would rather lose money. Help the villagers.

It goes without saying that salt is important. Just a while ago, salt was no longer available in the village.

Some people said that the government refused to release the salt, while others said that heavy rains damaged the roads, so it could not be transported in.

Just when the villagers were in distress, this caravan suddenly appeared and brought enough salt and other supplies, which was only half of the original price of salt.

Saving people from fire and water certainly moved the villagers, and their sorrow was replaced by laughter.

I can really buy salt at half the original price. How can I not be grateful?

Perhaps people in the old days had a special obsession, that is, they valued kindness and must repay kindness.

After a while, the caravan steward skillfully guided the conversation.

First, he accused the government of deliberately oppressing the people, and then talked about his father's dream of a kind and righteous god, and the various miracles were vividly told. In the dream, the god asked him to do more good deeds to help the suffering people, etc., and preached to the villagers that he was a god. If you want to thank God for saving them, thank God.

The moved villagers immediately asked for God's name and chanted thanks day and night.

Bai Yujun knew that the real drama was coming.

The steward shook his head and sighed.

"God does good deeds with no intention of repaying him, and has not informed my master of his name. Alas, it would be great if there were more kind-hearted gods in the world."

"this……"

It’s difficult.

Even if I want to build a temple, I don’t know who to thank.

The atmosphere had reached this point, and a fellow from the caravan whispered something cooperatively.

The steward slapped his head.

"Look at my memory. Although I can't know the name of God, my husband got God's seal and made countless tokens based on the seal to give to the destined people in the world. Folks, wait a moment."

After saying that, he quickly went to the car and rummaged around, and quickly found something.

He handed it to the village chief and asked the villagers to get closer and take a closer look.

"It doesn't matter if you don't know the name, you just need to be sincerely grateful for the token, and God will naturally hear your heart."

The token was about the size of a palm and was made of some heavy material. Bai Yujun was too far away so he couldn't see it clearly.

The villagers gathered together to watch respectfully, and the disruptive children were pushed aside.

Afterwards, the elderly village chief held the token in both hands and looked at the caravan manager. As the saying goes, people become better with age. He might have guessed the caravan’s purpose of providing help in times of need, but the benefits are real. Don’t underestimate the savings at half price. A few copper coins are inconspicuous. To ordinary people, they are hard-earned money.

The consequences of not being able to eat salt are serious. It is the caravan that brings hope of survival to the village.

No matter what the purpose is, kindness must be repaid and sincere gratitude is appropriate.

"Excuse me, sir, can our village worship the gods in order to express gratitude for the grace of living..."

Hearing this, the steward smiled heartily.

"My master said that no matter how rich or poor you are, you are destined to be a sincere person. Of course, this token can be left in the village."

The simple villagers didn't think much about it. They would rather believe it or not.

They are just a few small temples after the Tudimiaoshan Temple. There is no harm in worshiping them when you have time.

Under the shade of trees outside the village.

Bai Yujun curled his lips while enjoying the cool air.

If you can't buy salt, it's all done by powerful and powerful businessmen.

Cut off salt first, and then come and do good deeds when the time comes.

Simple tricks deceive the common people at the bottom and fool people's minds to achieve their goals. The generous contribution today will definitely be received back doubled in the future. It is all business. In fact, half-price salt can also make money.

Short leg knocking tiger mount.

"Come on, let's go over and see which god we don't even dare to name."

The tiger trotted slowly along the dirt road towards the village, crushing many plantains every time its claws landed.

The native dog guarding the house suddenly barked.

The mount was so large that it quickly alerted the caravan and villagers.

"The big bug! The big bug is coming! Women and children come into the house quickly!"

Without any surprise, the appearance of the giant tiger once again caused panic to humans. People were yelling and screaming, and the threshing floor was in chaos.

The hunters ran home, took out their bows and arrows, and untied their hunting dogs.

The caravan guards overturned the vehicles and joined together to form a simple defense. Several spears poked out of the car array!

Before the caravan and the villagers could take a breath, the tiger suddenly stopped three feet away from the car array and turned around, letting everyone see the debris on the tiger's back and the little girl.

Everyone was shocked.

Those who can control ferocious beasts must be the legendary cultivators. The caravan steward who travels all over the country can breathe a sigh of relief. It's not just that the ferocious beasts are going crazy.

Change to a humble and flattering expression.

"The fairy is here..."

Before she could finish her words, the little girl suddenly slid down from the tiger's back. She ignored the manager and glanced at the token held by the old village chief. She frowned. The logo on the token looked familiar. She had snatched the mountain temple before. I have seen the temple in the ashram.

He turned to look at the caravan flag.

I found a circular symbol in the corner of the flag, I've seen it before too.

The noble carriage in the town inn has the same pattern, a delicate vermilion phoenix spreading its wings.

Look at the caravan members again. There are no practitioners, but warriors and ordinary people.

The information obtained is rather limited.

There is no way, now that the real body has not come, I can't use my magical power to the maximum, and I can't see who the guy who doesn't even dare to say his name is. Maybe he is hiding his name to avoid his enemies, so he can only gain his trust through gentle breeze and drizzle.

Bai Yujun doesn't care about incense and faith. It's dispensable, but it plays an important role in countless gods and demons.

I glanced around and found it boring, so I climbed on the back of the tiger and walked away.

The villagers and caravan were confused.

A little girl riding a tiger suddenly appeared. She came to the village to take a look and then turned around and left.

baffling.

It's hard to believe that it's the mysterious and strange people in the legend...