The Little Matchmaker of the Fox Demon: The Master of Tushan

"In the Zizhu Cave of Western Shu, there are two giant pythons, one green and one white, Changbai Zhangxu, who are more than a thousand years old. The Taoist priest of Dragon Tiger Mountain who was called "Fahai", on a night of wind and rain, lightning and thunder, saw the big snake entangled in the purple bamboo forest, thinking that the two snakes were making trouble, and they wanted to pinch the demon.

Fu Jian pulled out half of it, and Fahai took it back.

It turned out that under the bamboo forest, a woman was pregnant in October, broke her amniotic fluid, and was giving birth. It was not until the baby's cry came, and the two snakes left, and at this time the clouds saw the moonlight.

The Taoist priest felt something, so he chased after him, leaving a string of magic treasure beads to help the demon cultivate.

The jiazi hurried by, and the two big snakes practiced in the deep mountains and forests all day long, not seeing the world, and even more harmless to people.

On a dark night with heavy downpour, the white snake swims into the river and down the river. The genus of the snake python means the avenue, you must walk the river to transform the jiao, and then nine dead lives to jump over the dragon gate and fade the dragon.

The white snake runs down the river and flows thousands of miles. Living under the water during the day, there is no crime with the riverbank people. If you pass through the dry land and run magic at night, the position of Silong Wang Yushi will rain down Ganlin.

This night, the white snake returned from the rain, tired and hurried, and when he passed under a stone bridge, he was injured by the sword bar hanging under the bridge, and the bone was deep in the bone. The hanging sword under the bridge is a method set up by an old Dao many years ago, aiming to suppress the genus of the demon snake and suppress the water transport in one place.

Due to his injuries, the white snake's mana was not saved, and when the rain leaked and there was no place to dry, he was captured by a woodcutter the next day and prepared to be sent to the market for silver money.

I met a scholar in the forest, and when the scholar saw that the white snake was snow-white, he felt compassion. He drained his pockets and handed all the money to the woodcutter, and after the woodcutter left, he released the white snake back into the mountains and forests. "

Sister Honghong, guess what?" asked Bai Qiye, rubbing his throat.

Tu Shan Honghong held his chin and smiled smartly:

"I guess, the white snake took note of the appearance of the scholar, went to Jiang Hua Jiao, and waited for the daily reward."

Bai Qiye smiled in his heart and continued:

"The woodcutter did not go far, he followed the scholar all the way, and after the scholar left, he caught the white snake again, prepared to take it home, and boiled the snake soup to replenish his daughter-in-law's body. Seeing

Sister Honghong's eyes widened, she looked incredulous. Bai Qiye continued:

"It is not easy to practice for a thousand years, no matter how good the white snake is, the woodcutter has this action, simply fought the avenue and feet, burning qi and blood, but so, for no reason, the success rate of walking the river will be less than fifty percent, and then the body will be destroyed, and there will be no bones." The

white snake forcibly reversed the meridians, ran the demon force, and a small snake with a thumb thickness and a foot-long instantly turned into a hundred-meter-long giant python, coiling the snake's body, and looking down at the woodcutter with its head raised.

"Woodcutter He had seen such a monster, and after shouting "monster", he fell to the ground with his head down, screaming for his life, attacking his heart with anger and blood, and died of fear. "

Sister Honghong, do you think this woodcutter should die?" Before

Tu Shan Honghong could answer, Bai Qiye continued:

"After the white snake appeared, seeing that the woodcutter fainted to the ground, he stopped pursuing it, swam to the deep forest and disappeared.

Not long after the white snake left, the yellow-robed Taoist priest followed the demon qi imperial sword. I saw a young man lying on the ground, lying on the pyre, lifeless. It just so happened that it was the Taoist priest of the purple bamboo forest in Xishu sixty years ago, and this time, because the monsters on the banks of the Yangtze River came out day and night, stirred up troubles and disturbances, and followed all the way to Qiantang.

In the years of Jiazi, cultivation has success, and there is skill in staying in appearance, and the Taoist priest is only middle-aged. Based on the demon qi left at the scene and the dead woodcutter - the monster harms people. This is an intuitive judgment that has been spent half a life in eliminating demons. "

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"Sister Honghong, do you think this Taoist priest is right?" asked Bai Qiye.

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The Taoist priest pulled out the talisman paper from his arms. The rune paper is golden, the dansa is red, and the runes on the paper faintly have golden light flowing, and it is not an ordinary product at a glance.

The name of the symbol [Yang Qi Picking Lamp Talisman], the Dragon and Tiger Ancestral Court Heavenly Master can rest his practice. "

Twisting the talisman paper lightly, spontaneously combusting without wind, after the fire light dissipated, the paper ash condensed and not messy, and the Taoist priest pinched and chanted. A dark wind blows through the woodcutters and gathers souls.

The spirit body leaned over and kowtowed and bowed down: "I beg the Taoist elder to plead for the villain, there are eighty old mothers on the villain, a son and a daughter under the knee, the daughter is not yet a month, and the wife has been ill for a long time..." The Taoist elder

was silent for a long time and handed over the talisman paper.

"Go to the Yin Division with this charm, and according to the truth, black and white impermanence will not embarrass you. People can't be resurrected after death, you can go with peace of mind, obsessed one by one, the poor road will definitely not stand idly by, except for the demon guard, the snake demon can't run!"

The rivers and seas are silent, the mountains hide the clouds. The sun and the moon stop Jing Xuanji can't. The group of demon bundle-shaped ghosts is extinguished..." After

bowing and bowing again, the soul body stepped into the yellow spring.

The Taoist priest suddenly remembered:

"When the master was alive, he asked Yu about the purple bamboo forest in Xishu, is it right or wrong to help the demon cultivate?"

At that time, he stubbornly believed that the demon was good and bad, and there was no right or wrong.

But half a life to get rid of demons, what you see is by no means a demon can be distinguished, yesterday's cause and today's effect. What was compassion sixty years ago has today caused this miserable situation of a young widow, a child, and an old mother without support.

At the beginning of the burning of the rune paper, the Taoist watch saw the scene before the woodcutter died, the white snake covered the sun, the demon qi rushed to the sky, and the snake's head was hideous and fangs were chilling. Ordinary people die of fright when they see this, and they are destined to be calamities.

The only thing he can do is the three-foot talisman sword, and beheading the big snake, which can also be regarded as self-redemption.

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"What the Taoist priest saw was not necessarily true, he only saw the white snake scaring the woodcutter to death, but he didn't see the woodcutter reneging!"

Tu Shan Honghong stood up and took the lead in asking.

Bai Qiye snorted softly and continued:

"Strange to say, the scholar walked halfway, suddenly turned back, and when he returned, he saw the yellow-robed Taoist priest standing in front of the woodcutter's corpse, and the gods were Dao.

Shouting "Demon Dao, take your life!" he picked up a stone and rushed over.

The Taoist priest flicked his sleeves to repel the scholar, and without explanation, he carried the corpse and walked down the mountain, and the scholar followed all the way. The scholar saw the lonely situation of the woodcutter's family, and saw that the Taoist priest was doing everything personally, and he was busy in other places, so he no longer doubted it.

After burying the woodcutter, the Taoist priest built a thatched hut by the stone bridge in Qiankou Tang and practiced with the sword.

Scholars often come to visit, or bring some wine and meat, or come to negotiate with them empty-handed. Whenever asked about the cause of the woodcutter's death, the Taoist priest remained silent.

I did not kill Boren, but Boren died because of me. The Taoist priest imprisoned himself in a three-foot hut, and the sky was clear and rainy, which became a major wonder at the head of the bridge.

One day on the third day of March of the following year, the drizzle was misty, and pedestrians with paper umbrellas on the shores of Qiantang Lake hurriedly avoided the waterhole, lest they get their clothes and shoes wet.

On the way here, the scholar bumped into a woman in white by the West Lake Bridge, and the woman was not angry, but generously lent him an oil-paper umbrella.

The scholar bowed his head and thanked him: "Xiaosheng Xu Xian, thank the girl for the umbrella, dare to ask the girl's mansion, and return it after the sky is clear." Looking

around, the woman had disappeared.

Unlike usual, Xu Xian specially brought a bottle of soju today, the weather is slightly cool, cold and cold, Dao sits for a long time and hurts his body, and the wine can be warm.

The Taoist priest took the black pottery wine bottle, tore off the mud seal, took a sip, and wiped his mouth indiscriminately. Accidentally saw the flower umbrella on the ground, and as soon as he started it, the talisman sword sounded softly.

The Taoist priest smiled at the scholar, who was a little overwhelmed.

Carrying the sword out of the hut.

Standing still in the rain for a moment, Guanqiantang mouth silver jade across the waist, the tide and white waves, the sound is like thunder, hunting in the long wind, the Taoist priest is lightly on tiptoe, the imperial sword is floating in the air, and the momentum is extremely fast.

Xu Xian raised his hand and looked away.

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Bai Qiye stopped abruptly, causing Tu Shan to shake the young man's head with both hands and say, "

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