104|The Vernacular Immortals’ Joyous Feast and Wailing 2

It was also many years ago that Xie Ren met a vernacular immortal.

On that occasion, he had just finished building a small hut by himself. As he stood below admiring his new house, suddenly a small voice from the corner said, “This house of yours will collapse in two months.”

Shi Qingxuan said, “What about you?”

Xie Ren said, “Didn’t do anything. I said, ‘After two months? It’ll be strange if it’s still standing in seven days.'”

“……”

Hua Cheng smiled slightly, and then, the smile faded away.

The vernacular immortal hid in the dark, waiting to suck in Xie Ren’s fear, irritation, and uneasiness. However, after sucking air for half a day, when Xie Ren was all washed up and slept in her new house, it didn’t get anything.

Although Xie Ren didn’t see its real body, she could feel that it was probably very angry.

A few days later, a thunderbolt struck in the night, and the whole house was charred.

The vernacular immortal was quite happy, probably thinking that scorching and collapsing were similar, and that its curse had been fulfilled, and that Xie Ren should be scared now. However, it didn’t. It still hadn’t gotten anything to eat. Of course, it was not satisfied, so it followed Xie Ren around, waiting for the next happy event.

Who knows, this wait is half a year. During this half year, Xie Ren actually did not have a single happy event!

If ordinary people, also gave up. But the vernacular immortal also has a characteristic, that is, love to die, staring at a person to die to follow, so also followed the bitter hunger for half a year. Finally, the opportunity came.

One day, Xie Ren collected rags into a large sum of money, made a small fortune. The vernacular immortal was so happy, after holding back for so long, he immediately exerted all his strength, bursting out a long string of Xie Ren’s wonderful life of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling and contracting a disease and owing a butt of debt after he got rich, spouting out curses one after another. Xie Ren while counting the money, while listening with great interest. After listening to it, she still went to sleep, and the vernacular immortal still didn’t get anything.

Later that night, Xie Ren’s rag pile caught fire.

After the fire was extinguished, Xie Ren, whose face was covered with black ash, sighed to the vernacular immortal, “It’s a pity. It’s a pity that it’s all burned up, not a penny left. I haven’t experienced any of the drunkenness, dreaming, and floating worlds that you talked about last night. I think that what you said is quite interesting, otherwise, you can say it again.”

This went on for three or four times, and later, Xie Ren would even take the initiative to go up and ask it, “Do you have anything you want to say? Do you want to say a few words? That vernacular immortal finally couldn’t take it anymore, and it escaped.

To the vernacular immortals, a plague god like Xie Ren was really extremely unfriendly. Either he would have no joyful events and wait for years in vain; or he would be accustomed to all bad luck and have no fear or anxiety; and the poorness of his luck was beyond the imagination of the White-talking Immortals, so their curses were painless to Xie Ren, and were practically blessings, or talking about daydreams.

In short, ever since then, Xie Ren had been insulated from the White Talking Immortal. He even kind of wondered if that Whispering Immortal had escaped and gone within his own tribe to rant about how bad he was.

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan didn’t tense up and poofed a bit. Hua Cheng said in a faint voice, “Is it funny.”

Shi Qingxuan also knew that it was inappropriate and immediately straightened up, saying solemnly, “I’m sorry, Your Highness the Crown Prince.” Xie Ren smiled, “No matter. I find it quite interesting anyway.”

He summarized, “A vernacular immortal draws mana from a person’s heart of fear, then uses that mana to cause the prophecy to come true, and then makes a new prophecy. This cycle repeats itself until a person is completely broken and his heart is as dead as ashes. Therefore, the less resolute one’s heart is, the more one suffers; and the more one has, the more one fears losing.”

After a pause, he reminded, “Is it true that some Wind Master Lord’s followers have received such prayers and asked for your help? You are the God of Wind, this is not within your jurisdiction, and if you receive it, you can hand it over to the God of Wushu.”

Shi Qingxuan, however, said, “It wasn’t the believer who encountered it, it was me.”

Now, Xie Ren was even more curious: ”You encountered it yourself? Vernacular Immortals should generally not dare to mess with Magi. Even if they did, with the dignity of a Magus, there’s no need to be afraid of them.”

Shi Qingxuan sighed, “If it was encountered after my ascension, it would naturally not be a cause for concern, but …… this matter is a long story.”

It is said that hundreds of years ago, when the second master of Feng Shui was a human being, he was born in the family of a powerful and wealthy merchant.

Shi Qingxuan was the second son, when he was born, the family rejoiced, this son took the breast name “Xuan”, and gave out congee to do good deeds. At that time, a fortune-teller drank porridge, saw the baby in swaddling clothes, asked the birth date, said this:

“Having eaten your family’s porridge, let me say something. This son of your family, although the fate is good, but it is difficult to say. If you want to save him, you must try to keep a low profile, don’t let him develop a flamboyant nature from a young age, don’t allow him to make a splash, and remember to keep your head down, so that you can live out your life in peace. Definitely don’t give him a wedding ceremony, it will attract bad things.”

This can be too bad to hear, simply with the vernacular immortal is almost the same. Division family and is a merchant family, extra heavy these, on the spot pulled down the face of the people threw away, his words naturally did not worry about, a few days later, will be for the division Qingxuan opened a banquet, lights and colors, gongs and drums.

However, at the banquet, just as the crowd was drinking happily and singing toasts to the swaddled second son of the Shih family, a voice suddenly came from the ground, singing, “No good beginning, no good end!”

The sound really came from the ground, drowning out the voices of all the other people in the room and startling the crowd.

The banquet was dispersed in fear, the same night, still a baby Shi Qingxuan will start a fever, crying, how can not go down, but also spit out the bitter, the whole family flew away. Shi family remembers that not long ago that strange words were driven away fortune-teller, busy looking around, and invited people back. The fortune-teller said: “Let you do not publicize, you do not listen. Now this child has hit a real fairy, and he will be in trouble for the rest of his life. This fever is nothing, it will soon subside. But this, is nothing more than it’s meet and greet gift!”

The thing that crashed into it was, naturally, a vernacular Immortal. However, this is not an ordinary vernacular immortal that can be driven away casually, but a vernacular immortal that is the oldest and has the highest level of Taoism. How high? It can also cry at funerals. That’s why it’s called the “True Mandarin Immortal”.

This “True Immortal” can be said to be three years without opening, open to eat for three years. The vision is poisonous, and the people who are entangled in it, none of them is a great man who has had a great rise and fall and a legendary life. Some people defeated it, but also fought with it for a lifetime, supplying it with a lot of ingredients; some people lost to it, and then completely became part of its source of mana. Thousands of years had been accumulated, and the roots were deep. Now, it has been resting for more than a hundred years, counting the days, it is time to come out and walk around, this time opening, definitely want to eat a big bite. It just so happens that the fate of Shi Qingxuan, who was born at this time, is very much to its liking, so it was “fixed” by this True Immortal. Although the little baby can’t understand its prophecy even if he hears it, but the little baby will grow up, and one day it will understand, and one day it will know to be afraid. And, the fear that was planted in the baby will be deeply rooted in the heart and will not go away.

Well, this kind of spirit monster tends to brain one tendon, think of things in a very strange way, and ordinary people are different, so the fortune teller thought of a way to cheat it: first let the division family to send the division Qingxuan out of the world, pretending to give away, and then the son to change his appearance, disguised as a baby girl to send it back, saying that it is from the outside to pick up a foster daughter, so that the whole family will manage to call this male as a young lady, and will be dressed up as a girl from a young age to raise. As long as that vernacular true immortal has not been able to find the male child that was originally set, over time, it is possible that they will not remember who he picked in the first place.

In this way, Shi Qingxuan had indeed grown to the age of ten safely and without incident.

During the past ten years, the family that was once a powerful and wealthy family gradually declined. The second division’s parents had died, and the family had hooked up and fought over property. Shifu Wudu couldn’t stand it, so when he was sixteen, he left home with Shifu Qingxuan, who was several years younger than him.

The two brothers depended on each other, Shifu Wudu went up to the mountain to worship and practice first, and fostered his younger brother in the town below the mountain. He cultivated and practiced until very late every day, and only came down from the mountain in the late afternoon. There was no food on the mountain, so he could only go home to eat at night. One night, Shifu Wudu got lost in a sparring session with someone and forgot the time. Shi Qingxuan waited for a long time but did not wait for his brother to come back, worrying that he had no food to eat and was hungry, so he decided to send food to the mountain.

At that time the division Qingxuan is still a child, will not walk on the mountain road, the night and darkness, carrying the rice box to walk for a long time, waiting for the internal urgency. Anxious, they took off their skirts on the side of the mountain road. At this time, the mountain road far ahead of a dark shadow, asked: “the front is the xuan child?”

Once Shi Qingxuan heard someone call him by his breast name, he thought that it was the person his brother had called to pick him up, and hurriedly lowered his skirt again and responded, “It’s me!”

The unfamiliar voice asked again, “Your birthdate, is it a certain year, a certain month, a certain day, a certain hour?”

Shi Qingxuan was even more curious. One wondered why he suddenly asked for the birthdate, and the second wondered how this person could have said it in the exact same way, and answered: ”That’s right! How do you know? Who are you? Do you recognize my brother?”

The voice didn’t answer and finally said, “Come here so I can see your face.”

It was the tone of a command. By this point, Shi Qingxuan finally felt that something was wrong.

He hugged the box of food delivery, pulled his legs and ran. As he ran, he heard the wind whistling and laughing above him, and it was actually that thing chasing closely behind him, drinking, “You’re about to fall!”

Shi Qingxuan’s soul was scattered, and when he said the word “fall”, he did fall, breaking the rice box and scattering the rice all over the place. When that thing was about to pounce on him, Shifu Wudu arrived.

As soon as he saw the people coming, the vernacular True Immortal disappeared. Shifu Wudu picked up his brother who had fallen and was covered in blood and rice.

Still gave it away!

Being hidden for so many years, the vernacular true immortal tasted the first sweetness, and from then on began to come out at regular intervals, more and more divine at a time. This thing is so powerful that the Shi family business has collapsed, and the Taoist masters that Shi Wudu was able to hire were powerless to do anything about it, nor could they angrily smash millions of merits to convey their voices directly to the heavens. Although it has never wanted Shi Qingxuan’s life, both brothers know that this thing is just waiting to fatten up before killing. Right now, it only gently slaps you a few small times to remind you to be afraid of it, and one day it will come for the big one. This was like a hunter who, instead of giving his prey an arrow for a good time, would instead graze his body with a few arrows, teaching his prey to fear to the extreme, which it then fed on.

It’s almost like a lynching.

Well, the turnaround finally came. After several years of cultivating hard and charging hard, Shifu Wudu ascended.

As soon as he ascended, he immediately mentioned Shi Qingxuan to the Central Heavenly Court, smashing heavenly treasures, and in a few years, Shi Qingxuan also ascended successfully. That vernacular true immortal, from then on disappeared.

Shi Qingxuan rightfully assumed that it was the one that had finally given up and retreated in the face of difficulties. However, this seemed to be just him thinking beautifully.

A few days ago, he got a large group of friends to drink, and when he was drunk, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear viciously say, “You’ll never want to see your brother again!”

That voice was familiar to the extreme, in the days after he was ten years old and up to his ascension, almost every year he could hear this voice once or twice, the fear of it had long been etched into his bones, it was simply a thunderbolt ringing in his ears. Shi Qingxuan instantly woke up from his wine, so frightened that he ran to Pei Ming’s territory overnight, and saw with his own eyes that Shi Wudu was just fine partying with Ling Wen and the others, which settled his mind.

In hindsight, he wondered if the voice could have been a hallucination of his own. After all, from a young age by this thing planted too deep a shadow, it is not unheard of before. However, after thinking about it, or a bit assured, then pulled Ming Yi, and incidentally came to find Xie Ren to ask, unexpectedly in the Bodhi Shellfish Guan bumped into the city of flowers, it is really a narrow road.

After hearing this, Xie Ren said, “In that case, what you have encountered, Master Wind Master, is not at all on the same level as what I have encountered.” After thinking for a moment, he asked Hua Cheng again, “Sanlang, have you personally seen that vernacular True Immortal?”

Hua Cheng played with a chopstick in his hand and said, ”Hmm? Haven’t seen it with my own eyes. However, I have someone I know who has seen it.”

Who is this “person I know”? Although Xie Ren was curious, she didn’t ask too many questions and only said, “How high is its skill? Is it really powerful?”

Hua Cheng dropped his chopsticks and said slowly, “It’s very high.”

Upon hearing this, both Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi’s expressions grew more and more grave. Hua Cheng added, “It is different from ordinary minions, it is indeed difficult to deal with.”

Although he said “difficult to deal with”, he still looked as normal as if he was just being polite. However, it was not easy to receive such an evaluation from Hua Cheng. Xie Ren said: ”Master Feng, it seems that the problem is not small. Why didn’t you tell Master Shui about this?”

Shi Qingxuan waved his hand and said, ”No no no. You know, my brother is about to cross the threshold again right now, what if he goes to fight that Vernacular True Immortal at this juncture and gets distracted? I have to keep this a secret, I can’t let others know. I haven’t told any of the Magi who are close to my brother.”

A Divine Magus was not limited to only one heavenly tribulation in a lifetime. The more heavenly tribulations one has survived, the higher one’s realm, the more stable one’s position, and the stronger one’s magical power. Shifu Wudu was a Magus with two heavenly tribulations, and Xie Ren had also vaguely heard about it earlier in the casual conversations at the Psychic Formation, and he was now waiting for the third one. It would indeed be unfavorable to be distracted. Failure of the tribulation would result in a loss of realm anyways.