Legend of the Great Saint

Li Fugui said: "This is the hundred refinery knife I bought in Jingo, Qingyang City.” He is not a fool. How can the death of his wife and children not touch him at all and have no hatred for his goddess? This knife is clear proof that he is still a bloody man.

But after all, he was just an ordinary farmer, with wine and a knife, but he was never determined to pick up the knife, but he was depressed all day in a drunken country and eventually found himself without the strength to hold it. But he kept the knife and didn't take it out for a good drink.

Li Fugui remembered the past and wept: “I dare not sell this knife, nor can I sell it. If I sell it, I have nothing left. ”

Li Qingshan's heart was shaken and his face was silent. He silently wrapped the knife back in his sheath. “If you can trust me, this knife will belong to me, and I will give you an explanation. ”

Li Fugui waved his hand behind his back. Li Qingshan walked out of the door and walked fast. He could only wish to cut off the goddess with a knife. He went back to the hut to practice boxing before calming his heart.

“What level of divinity can drive ghosts, compared to the power of the Nine Bulls and Two Tigers? ”

“Strong enough to make the Wanghui dynasty, called one of the ghost emperors, travel with the demons. Weak enough to bully ordinary people, practicing is not only unhelpful, but harmful, insidious, confusing, good temper. ”

“The goddess is naturally the latter kind.” Li Qingshan put his heart down. This is what he expected. Otherwise, the goddess would not have eaten him for nothing. It took him so long to get revenge.

“But don't underestimate him, you can't see the ghost, many means are unprotected. ”

Li Qingshan said, “Brother Niu, when you hear tears on people's eyes, you can see ghosts. Do you know if it's true? ”

“Stop hitting on my ideas, old cows don't cry. ”

“The man has tears that don't flash, but he hasn't broken his heart. Don't you have a time to be sad? ”

Green bull, don't cross the bull head, don't ignore him.

Li Qingshan knew that Brother Niu was a real cow temper, so he stopped persuading him. These days, the two of them had not had much communication. He also perceived the mind of Blue Niu in vain. He did not want Li Qingshan to think of it as a war dependency. He walked his own path. He had to resist what he had done.

At dusk, Qingniu suddenly handed over a small porcelain bottle to Li Qingshan, without explaining anything, and walked out the door, went to the bullpost, and looked at the sunset of 100,000 mountains.

Li Qingshan opened the small porcelain bottle and looked at it. There was a clear light blue liquid in it. He moved his heart and smiled. He thanked Qingniu for his back. He dipped the liquid with artemisia and carefully dripped into his eyes.

At first he didn't feel much, but then he felt his eyes get hotter and hotter and swollen, and if he hadn't practiced hard these days, he'd almost have to scream in pain.

In the smoky brick room, a group came to ask God to ask the outsiders, staring at a piece of charm paper and dancing, then suddenly burning himself, and still a blue flame.

They couldn't see, a white child, holding the token very hard, they just lowered their heads and gave all the silver money to the goddess in a panic, and then backed out.

The princess carefully put the money away and suddenly looked up: “What's the matter? Why isn't Li Er dead? You don't have to do anything, do you? You want me to take care of you? ”

The child's stuck mune's face also showed fear and shook his head desperately.

The goddess shook the bell in her hand violently, and the child crashed into the house in agony, bringing a shady wind and blowing away the surrounding smoke.

Soon after, the goddess will stop the bell: "Be good, listen to Grandma, Grandma won't hurt you.” Give the child a fine, hairy embroidered needle: “Take it and stab him in the eye. ”

The child grabbed the embroidered needle and took the night breeze to fly under the cow.

During the night, Li Qingshan was still sitting in the courtyard.

The child walked over, lifted the embroidered needle in his hand and slowly stabbed Li Qingshan's eyes. In the eyes of ordinary people, there is only one needle flying in the air, not to mention this embroidered needle. Even if it's hard to see during the day, let alone at night.

Li Qingshan suddenly opened his eyes and ignored the embroidered needle nearby. His sword-like eyes stared at the child's dark eyes: “What are you doing?” His eyes were gleaming, like there were two flames burning.

In the evening, just at the time of Li Qingshan's anguish, the slightest smell in his body suddenly swam up, swimming between his eyes, the feeling of pain quickly eased a lot.

Until the burning sensation of pain disappeared, a cool intention flowed in his eyes, making him feel comfortable. At this moment, a warning sign suddenly appeared in his heart, his eyes opened, and he saw the kid last night, standing in front of him with an embroidered needle.

His heart was also surprised, some were afraid, he thought the goddess, but there were some ghost tricks, it was never possible to confront him positively. Anyway, the child's pubic breath could not hurt him, so he saved a slight enemy's carelessness, but if he didn't suddenly see the ghost, he would have been reckoned with, destroyed his eyes, so instead, it would be better to kill the killer early.

The child was even more astonished. Li Qingshan glanced at him with anger. He trembled. The embroidered needle in his hand landed and flew away from him.

Li Qingshan carefully surveyed the kid, and found that he was only six or seven years old and very handsome. If he was not pale, he was like a golden boy and jade girl. He was wearing a silk satin robe. He wanted to be in his lifetime costume. He didn't look like a demobilized kid. He looked like a big family boy.

When the child saw Li Qingshan, he could not dare to go forward, but was afraid that he would not complete his task. He went back to be punished by a goddess, and he did not dare to leave. He was frozen there.

Li Qingshan no longer had any fear in his heart. Everything was the most horrible thing he could not see. Now that he had clearly seen it, he found the kid more scared than he was, and asked openly: “What's your name, where did you come from? ”

But no matter what he asked, the child was not answered by Mu Na. Li Qingshan's heart moved: “Can't you speak? ”

The child hesitated for a moment before nodding his head.

Li Qingshan thought that it was only used by the goddess, so that the young age would unfortunately die, and perhaps also by the goddess. There was some mercy in her heart, and her attitude was gentler.

“Yesterday was so close, what are you hiding from now? Come here, I want to ask you something. ”

The child's look at him became less horrible, like a frightened little beast, a few steps closer.

Li Qingshan said: “Since you don't want to talk, just nod your head and shake your answer. So, do you understand? ”

The kid nodded.

One ghost at a time, that's how we communicate.