sinovels Chapter 120 Chapter Yizhang · Yan Chixia
Chapter 120 Chapter Yizhang · Yan Chixia
On the bustling street, a man in a Taoist robe walked dejectedly.
He is not an orthodox Taoist disciple, but he is obsessed with the method of cultivating immortals and enlightening Taoism.Naihe really lacks a bit of talent. Although he has worked hard for more than ten years, he still hasn't mastered any spells.Going out every day to do a small business of divination and exorcising evil spirits, because of his poor skills, he is often misunderstood as a liar who pretends to be a ghost.
He is now in his thirties, and he has been down and out for half his life, depressed and hopeless.
He went home sighing and sighing like this, and as soon as he entered the house, he heard a hysterical howling and cursing from inside the house: "Oh, hello, what kind of life am I living, marrying this dead ghost named Yan, all day I can't even fill my stomach, and I have to serve this ghost... Oh, I'm not dead, I must have owed your family in my last life..."
The man suddenly felt upset.But he gritted his teeth and stepped into the door.
His married wife, Mrs. Zhang, when she saw him, pointed at the dilapidated bed in the house and wailed at the top of her voice.
"Damn ghost surnamed Yan, look at your life-threatening father... You are quite comfortable, you just idle around outside all day long, leaving me alone to poop and piss for this old bastard."
Lying on the bed was Yan Chixia's 60-year-old father, paralyzed on the bed after a serious illness, unable to move.
The old man moaned and shook his head, and he didn't know what to say in his mouth.
Yan Chixia walked over, trying to comfort her father, but as soon as she got closer, she smelled a pungent smell.
Yan Chixia frowned and stood there stiffly, seeing that the quilt under her father was covered with yellow, yellow and green excrement, and due to neglect of care, large bedsores developed on her body.
Seeing this, he gave up the idea of touching his father.
Mrs. Zhang was still crying hysterically, Yan Chixia didn't have a trace of sadness or pity in her heart at this moment, only full of irritability.
He remembered that when Mrs. Zhang first married him, although she could not be called an all-powerful woman, she was still considered to be exquisite in figure, white and tender, with a delicate face.But in just a few years, she has turned into a bloated and crazy yellow-faced woman.
Yan Chixia felt that he had lost all love for Mrs. Zhang, and he even had an idea in his heart: It would be good if all those people who got in the way died.
But he quickly dispelled this idea, he is a decent person, how can he despise his bedridden father and his aging wife?It will be laughed at if it gets out.
Thinking of this, he could only shake his head, flicked his sleeves, and walked out of the house, wanting to find a moment of peace outside.
When he wandered to a jungle with heavy thoughts, he suddenly felt a palpitating evil emanating from the jungle.
He stopped in his tracks, staring closely at the eerie forest vigilantly—there must be an evil spirit dormant inside, or a very powerful evil spirit.
Yan Chixia swallowed nervously, and clenched the fly whisk in her hand.
If he could get rid of this evil spirit, he would be ashamed and famous all over the world... But if he couldn't defeat that evil spirit, his life would be lost.
He stood there hesitating for a moment, finally made up his mind, cleared his throat, and stepped into the jungle.
He tensed all the muscles in his body, and carefully followed the evil direction to find it.
Pushing aside the cluttered and dense branches and leaves, he was stunned by the scene he was looking for——
A man with disheveled hair sat weakly on the ground, leaning against a tree trunk.Although this appearance is extremely embarrassing, it can't destroy his beauty in the slightest.He is like a painting, just sitting there quietly, rendering the surrounding scenery extraordinarily enchanting.
This, is that evil spirit exuding evil spirit?
The man seemed to sense Yan Chixia's presence, opened his eyes, and slowly turned his head to look at him.
Yan Chixia felt that her breathing almost stopped at that moment.He saw a pair of dark purple eyes, shining with a strange and dangerous light, like the brightest gems in the world.
The two of them stared at each other in silence for a while, Yan Chixia suddenly came to her senses, realized that this person was not a good person, she was startled, turned around and prepared to flee.
"Stop." The evil ghost said leisurely, the voice was not loud, but very clear.
Yan Chixia stopped in her tracks by accident, cold sweat running down her cheeks.
The evil spirit coughed twice, stood up with the trunk of the tree, and staggered towards him.The blood on Yan Chixia's face faded, and she tightly held the fly whisk in her hand.
The evil ghost came to his side, looked him up and down interestingly, and said with a frivolous smile: "Yo, so he is a Taoist priest."
Yan Chixia subconsciously puffed out her chest, but did not speak.
"This Daoist priest, how about helping Xiaosheng to calculate a hexagram?"
Yan Chixia glanced at him, and said: "Don't take possession of anything, don't take it if you don't move, son, don't seek happiness in poverty."
There was a strange smile on the pale and thin face of the evil ghost, and he said to Yan Chixia gloomily: "Since the Taoist priest is unwilling...how about helping the Taoist priest to make a fortune?"
Yan Chixia snorted coldly, and wanted to walk away.
The evil ghost grabbed Yan Chixia's sleeves with fingers like dead branches, and said, "Don't rush away, let me guess if the Taoist priest has been suffering from practicing kung fu and Taoism recently, and he only wants to practice Dafa, but one after another Hindered?"
Yan Chixia stopped in her tracks.
"If the Taoist priest wants to practice magical skills, I can teach you a little bit."
Yan Chixia thought that this person was full of evil spirits, even if he wasn't an evil spirit, he was definitely not a decent person.Even if he is really powerful, I don't want to learn his crooked spells.
As he thought this way, the contempt deep in his heart surfaced on his face.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past her ears, Yan Chixia secretly thought something was wrong, she quickly waved the whisk to resist, but she was still a step too late, and was slapped on the forehead by the evil ghost's palm, she felt dizzy before her eyes, and then lost consciousness.
After he woke up, he found himself lying in the chilly cave, and the pale and thin evil spirit was looking straight at him.
With a cry of surprise, he jumped up from the ground, and was about to run away, but found a strange heat surge in his body.
His eyes widened in disbelief, and he covered his chest with trembling hands.
The evil ghost moved its pale lips, and said, "Just now, I passed part of my mana to you."
Yan Chixia looked at him in disbelief, and found that this man was indeed a little weaker than before, and his slender body seemed to be broken by the wind.
Seeing Yan Chixia's terrified expression, the evil ghost let out a chuckle: "Don't be afraid, this is not some sorcery, it won't make you mad, and it won't kill you, it's...orthodox. fairy art."
"Xianshu?" Yan Chixia sneered, "So you are a fairy in the sky? You should stop lying."
The man shook his head and said with a smile, "I didn't lie to you. My name is Bo Tian. I was originally a god in the sky. Later, I was pushed down from the Zhuxian Terrace and fell to the mortal world. I lingered on and fell into a demon by accident...but , my magic is still pure, if you don’t believe me, you can see for yourself.”
Yan Chixia stretched out her hand suspiciously, and swiped it in front of her with [-]% of her mana, a bright and dazzling golden light appeared.
This is indeed a pure fairy art.After Yan Chixia believed this fact, she trembled with excitement.He looked at Bo Tian excitedly, and asked, "Why? Why did you pass this on to me?"
Bo Tian replied: "I can't go back to Tianting, but I don't want to die either. Now, I drag this weak body, I'm afraid I won't be able to last for a few days. I will teach you the spell, I just ask you to save me." One life, bring me some food and herbs every day."
A gleam of light suddenly flashed in Yan Chixia's eyes. He stared at Bo Tian and asked, "Aren't you afraid, I won your mana, instead of saving you, I even killed you?"
"No, you won't," Bo Tian said, looking directly at him, "You claim to be a decent person, and you won't do such ungrateful things."
Yan Chixia was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly burst into a hearty laugh: "Hahaha, you guessed right, I really wouldn't do such a thing. From now on, I will call you Master, and I will bring you food and water every day, In return, you will pass on your remaining mana to me without reservation. Is that good?"
Bo Tian smiled and said: "Deal, I didn't expect you to be quite greedy."
From that day on, Yan Chixia ran into the forest every day at dawn to learn spells from Bo Tian.
Under Yan Chixia's meticulous care, Bo Tian's complexion gradually turned rosy, and Yan Chixia's mana also gradually increased.
Sometimes, Yan Chixia actually felt that even though Bo Tian was a man, he was much more pleasing to the eye than the woman in his family.Therefore, rather than facing his wife and old father at home, even if he didn't get any benefits, he would rather come and stay with Bo Tian.
With the improvement of Yan Chixia's mana, various ghost-hunting and fortune-telling businesses gradually came to her door, and Yan Chixia's money bag gradually filled up.
After earning money, his wife's attitude towards him naturally improved a lot.
Originally, the days went on so smoothly, and Yan Chixia began to have hope for her future and her life again.
Until that day, when he went to look for Bo Tian, Bo Tian just glanced at him lightly and said to him: "You don't have to call me Master anymore, I have nothing to teach you."
Hearing this, Yan Chixia was stunned for a while, watching Bo Tian turn around to leave, he realized that he quickly stepped forward and grabbed Bo Tian, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"literal meaning."
"You're lying," Yan Chixia gritted her teeth, "You still haven't taught me the most important spell!"
"The most important spell?"
Yan Chixia took a deep breath, lowered her voice, and said straight to the point: "The art of immortality."
A mocking expression suddenly appeared on Bo Tian's face, he shook off Yan Chixia's hand, and said, "No, it's useless if I teach you, you can't learn this spell."
"Why? Could it be that only gods can learn this kind of magic?" Yan Chixia asked still unwillingly.
"It's not that only gods can learn it, it's just..." Bo Tian paused for a while before continuing, "If you want to learn this technique, you must first abandon all emotions and desires. You have seniors and juniors, you can't do it."
Yan Chixia's body froze there, staring blankly at Bo Tian with a sneer, turned around, and left slowly...
Just when Bo Tian's back was about to disappear from his sight, he suddenly figured out something, ran after Bo Tian, stopped in front of him, and said out of breath, "I can! After learning spells, I can throw away everything!"
At that moment, Yan Chixia saw a chilling smile on Bo Tian's face.
So, the next night, following Bo Tian's order, Yan Chixia took a hatchet and hacked to death her father, wife and seven-year-old son. At the same time, she also cut off her conscience. and retreat.
From then on, he can only keep moving forward, constantly gaining more powerful abilities, he must keep walking to the top, and if he looks back for a while, he can only fall into the abyss.
After that, he followed Bo Tian to found the Demon Clan, and also learned the art of immortality and eternal youth.
Later, Bo Tian was arrested by the Heavenly Court and imprisoned in Hell.Yan Chixia was lucky enough to escape the pursuit of the Heavenly Court, so she wandered in the mortal world, waiting for Bo Tian's orders at any time.
He watched with his own eyes another part of Hong Yuan's soul reincarnated, born, and grown in another world.
I saw with my own eyes that the child looked more and more like Bo Tian.
Later, when the child's parents discovered doubts, they ran to that world and killed the child's family with their own hands...
In order to climb to the top of the world, he can do anything, he is not afraid of blood on his hands, after all, he has no way out.
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