Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 415: Jiajia Village builds a shrine to Goddess Bai Ling?
The mountain ghost frowned slightly and puffed up his cheeks, feeling somewhat speechless.

Why doesn't this person listen to ghosts?
She emphasized again: "The young master is still in the secular world and has not left."

Wang Ye bowed and replied, "Since we are in the secular world, why can we communicate through talismans or prayers?"

The mountain ghost stroked her hair, glanced at the clear sky, and gently tapped the clouds in the sky with her green jade fingers.

"Because the spirit beasts that have existed since the beginning of the world are gradually transitioning to true gods, if we pray to the heavens and ask for your name, there will be a response."

Wang Ye thought about it for a moment and guessed something.

After the sacrifice of the Qimen Liujia Formation, all the power of the Eight Fraud Gods was mobilized. Some of the current rules in the world are maintained by this power, so those with evil intentions cannot use magic to cause trouble.

It seems that God has acknowledged this part of the achievement in maintaining stability, and the status of the Eight Deceitful Gods has been advanced to a certain extent.

"Oh, Old Yan really has divine help this time." Wang Ye said with a smile.

Er Zhuang sat on the boulder, swinging his legs back and forth in boredom.

"In the end, I still didn't see him. Will Huan'er come back in the future?"

The mountain ghost replied, "Of course. In fact, the young master set up the shrine to provide a habitat for the spirits, but the body will still remain in the mountain."

"There are always spirits in Qunling Mountain. Young Master will not be willing to leave this place until everything is properly arranged."

Er Zhuang jumped down and brushed off the dust on his butt.

"Then I'll have to wait until next time."

The group walked slowly down the mountain path, their steps light and they were unconsciously a little calm.

It was already noon, and the mountain breeze still carried a hint of the morning coolness. The sun shone on the mountainside, and mottled light and shadows filtered through the branches.

Along the way, the birdsong in the mountains gradually faded away and the atmosphere became quiet.

At this moment, a dreamy song floated in the air.

"I would like to offer a song to relieve your melancholy of not being able to find your friends."

The mountain ghost's voice floated from the distant clouds, crisp and soft, like the sound of mountain water caressing the stone walls, or like the ripples of morning light on the lake, gently spreading out.

Zhang Chulan turned around when he heard the sound, and felt that the notes penetrated his soul and gently touched his deepest emotions.

The singing echoed in the valley and gradually merged with the mountain breeze. It carried a hint of sadness and was like a gentle comfort that made people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

"Thank you, see you again if we're lucky." Zhang Chulan murmured softly, turned around and continued walking along the mountain road.

The figures of the crowd gradually walked away. When they got out of the mountain, the path leading into the mountain was overgrown with weeds, and clouds began to gather gently on the top of the mountain.

The ethereal singing voice was still echoing in the wind. The farmer who was resting on the ridge of the field at the foot of the mountain looked towards the mountain after hearing the sound. After smoking a cigarette, it was the hottest time of the summer, so he carried his hoe and went home humming a little tune.

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West, Jiajia Village.

Jia Zhengyi was sitting under the shade of a tree in the village square, concentrating on carving peach pit sculptures.

The blade is smooth and the movements are like flowing water.

With each cut, the wood grain is delicately revealed, and beautiful patterns gradually emerge.

After a while, Jia Zhengliang approached and slowed down involuntarily.

He half-knelt on the ground, picked up a few carved peach pits, looked at them carefully, touched the delicate carving patterns with his fingertips, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Our method of controlling things is so wasted in your hands?" Jia Zhengliang shrugged and put the things back to their original place.

Jia Zhengyi raised his eyelids, but still did not stop the action in his hand. The tip of the knife moved quickly on the peach pit, and he responded softly: "There is no other way. You have to make a living outside, and you have to spend money to go back and forth."

Jia Zhengliang frowned slightly, then smiled with a hint of pride, raised his head, and touched his nose, "Then I wish you good luck... By the way, how do you know that I have a good-looking girlfriend?"

"Who asked you?" Jia Zhengyi replied unhappily, with a bit of impatience.

After thinking for a while, he added, "You mean the eldest daughter of the Feng family who had a one-night stand with you during the Luotian Grand Ceremony? I heard that she gave you 500 yuan afterwards?"

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.

Jia Zhengliang's face changed and he opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say.

Who spread this news?
"Ahem, this is just like the red envelopes given to each other by lovers. It's not what you think... We are poor but ambitious. We are not the kind of people who seek to curry favor with the rich and powerful."

Jia Zhengyi put away the knife, collected all the carved artworks, and responded with a playful look.

It wasn't just during the Luotian Dajiao. It was said that this silly boy went out with Feng Shayan and others from the Tianxia Group. He played suona on the street to express his love. Later, he got a reply from Miss Feng, "It depends on your performance." Then, passers-by threw money at him.

This incident has long become a fun story in the circle, and people have given him the nickname "Jia Zhengliang who can't starve to death."

Whether it's free rice or begging, I can eat enough.

Jia Zhengliang pulled the corners of his mouth downwards, "Hey, what does that expression mean?"

Jia Zhengyi picked up the bag and packed the knives.

"I didn't say anything. Why are you feeling guilty? Instead of just hanging around here, why not find a way to deal with the evil spirits that are plaguing the village?"

"Your twelve flying swords can't even deal with ghosts?"

Jia Zhengliang's face froze again.

The Jiajia Village has been practicing the Running Palm Technique and the Art of Controlling Objects for hundreds of years, but the art of controlling objects must be cultivated from an early age. In modern society, there are very few families willing to let their children work hard from an early age, so there are only a few people in the village who are proficient in the art of controlling objects.

Brother Jia Zhengyu, who can perfectly control the three dragon-pecking spikes, is well-known in the West.

Not to mention Jia Zhengliang, who can wield twelve flying knives at the same time.

But whether it is the Running Palm or the Object Control Technique, they are all physical means against humans, and they are really useless against spiritual beings.

"Every profession has its own specialty. It is said that the village chief invited back a sorcerer who is well-known in the circle, but he did not reveal his specific identity..."

Jia Zhengliang stretched and yawned.

"The village chief seems to be very secretive. I'm really afraid that he will invite the Witch King here."

"I heard that President Feng of the Tianxia Association actually prefers him as his son-in-law, and Bilian is second. If I could really meet him, I would definitely want to see the difference between us."

Jia Zhengyi glanced back and shook his head helplessly.

Among the younger generation in Jiajia Village, no one can compare to Jia Zhengliang in terms of strength, means, talent and understanding.

But when it comes to his personality, he always makes people feel that he is a bit honest and stupid.

"Good luck to you too."

Jia Zhengyi waved goodbye and walked to the crossroads in the center of the village.

Passing by the only grocery store in the village, his eyes were instantly attracted by an unusual figure.

Jia Zhengyi's eyes fixed on the man next to the shop sign. The man had a slender figure, handsome face, and extraordinary temperament, which was out of place in the village environment.

However, what surprised Jia Zhengyi the most was the snow-white fox in the man's arms.

The white fox's fur exudes a soft luster, and its eyes are lively, glancing around from time to time, revealing a sense of cleverness.

"Brother, can you tell me where the village chief's home is?" Yan Huan asked the person across the street in a clear voice.

"Ah? Oh oh oh!" Jia Zhengyi came back to his senses from his trance, was slightly stunned, and then pointed to the west.

"Go to the end of this road, turn left, and it's next to a breeding shed."

"Thank you." Yan Huan nodded while holding the fox and walked towards the west.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said again: "If this brother is looking for his relatives, he can go northeast."

Jia Zhengyi was stunned, and an incredible feeling surged in his heart.

His unfortunate sister ran away from home and there is no news about her now. However, even the villagers rarely know about this matter. Why would an outsider know about it?
"Okay, thank you." Jia Zhengyi nodded with a hint of confusion and thanked him softly.

"Strange..." "Is it an alien?"

"Could it be the sorcerer invited by the village chief..."

Jia Zhengyi took a few more steps and looked back, but the figure in the street had disappeared.

Yan Huan gently stroked Bai Ling's smooth and shiny hair and stood next to the breeding farm surrounded by iron fence.

There was a mulberry tree planted in the yard. The black and oily mulberries bent the branches and hung heavily to the ground. The chickens nearby might have been tired of eating them, and none of them came forward to peck at the food.

Cack!
The old hen that laid eggs crowed a few times.

Yan Huan felt the fox in his arms kick its legs and almost chased out.

"You've been trying to be a human being for so many years, but you still can't suppress your beastly instincts?"

Bai Ling replied in a shameful and weak voice: "Sometimes I always want to tease you a little, and when I want to have some meat, I drool..."

"From now on, you will be alone here. Don't trust Ma Youjiang."

"I know~"

Bai Ling twitched his ears a few times and poked his head out to look around.

Opposite the breeding farm is the orchard built for industrial development, which is now abandoned and a large number of farmers are still waiting for the land occupation fee from last year.

"My shrine will be built here. It looks very quiet and nice. I like it very much."

Actually, after the physical body was completed, what fell into the shrine was only a part of the spiritual body.

Thinking about the incense she would have to offer here for the next ten or hundred years, Bai Ling no longer felt lonely.

At least the other part of the practice is still in the Qunling Mountain, with Yan Huan and many friends.

"Brother Huan, sometimes I always wonder, can elves really transform into humans as the legend says?"

Humans have their own stories, and foxes have their own legends.

Bai Ling heard from her great-grandmother that it takes hundreds of years to grow an extra tail, and only when there are more tails can one become a human.

Of course, before one’s appearance can be transformed into that of a human being, one must first transform one’s heart into that of a human being.

Yan Huan thought for a while, put his fingers together and stroked the fox's head, and Bai Ling retracted its ears and leaned against its back.

"In ancient times, myths were created out of people's understanding and imagination of nature, whether it was fear, resistance, or ideal pursuit, but in the end, some people really became part of the myth."

“So you can just hold on to your vision and keep walking on the path you are determined to take.”

"It may take ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years. What if one day, it suddenly happens?"

"I know~" Bai Ling replied softly, and felt the hand on her head let go, and she shook her ears smartly.

Someone is coming.

The person who came was an old woman. She was also an expert at the Running Palm when she was young. But now, due to the sequelae of cerebral thrombosis, her right hand was stiffly supported in front of her abdomen and she could not move.

"Are you buying chickens or eggs, young man?"

Yan Huan replied: "Grandma, I have something to discuss with Village Chief Jia. Are you his mother?"

"Ah, yes, yes! It's you? I've been waiting for you for a long time. I didn't expect you to be so young." The old woman dragged her left foot and limped towards the door.

After a while, the village chief came running over in panic.

"Mr. Yan, why did you come to the greenhouse? It's not a nice place here! Please come inside!"

"Let's not bother. Let's just resolve the issue of Jia Village." Yan Huan said.

The village chief made way and waved his hand, "Please come this way."

According to the village chief, Jiajia Village was originally a village of strange people. Many people in the village were heirs of the "Benliu Palm", but except for the brothers Jia Zhengyu and Jia Zhengliang, few people went out to explore the world.

At the same time, almost no outsiders enter the village.

But just a few days ago, Jiajia Village welcomed several uninvited guests who occupied an abandoned temple outside the village.

At first, the village chief thought that they were some strangers in trouble, so he didn't do much about it, and just gave these poor people a place to stay.

Unexpectedly, on the third day after the strangers moved in, gusts of strange winds appeared in the dilapidated temple in the suburbs, and at night there were ghosts howling and no peace.

Several families living near the suburbs were severely affected and could not sleep peacefully for several days and nights.

Afterwards, the village chief also sent people to investigate and took corresponding measures.

But the inheritance of everyone in the village is the "Running Flow Palm", which is a technique that can wrap the Qi on the palm like a stream of water, penetrate into the body surface and directly attack the target's body fluids and internal organs.

The problem is that the dilapidated temple is full of evil things that have gathered evil energy, and there are no internal organs at all.

Needless to say, the other inherited skill of controlling objects can be used with a flying knife to chop melons and vegetables, or to carve antiques. However, a knife without the blessing of talismans cannot be used to deal with ghosts.

After knowing the whole story, Yan Huan showed a thoughtful look.

Fortunately, after the temple was renovated, it became a ready-made shrine.

"Mr. Village Chief, please stay here. I will go and take a look."

"Young master, are you alone?" the old woman asked in surprise.

"one person."

"Is it too dangerous?"

The village chief hurriedly supported the old lady and said, "Mom, this gentleman is a professional, don't worry, you go back first..."

"No matter how professional he is, he is still very young. For something as dangerous as this, it is better to bring a few more people to take care of him..."

Yan Huan turned around and smiled, "It's a little tender, not small anymore. Grandma, there is a thorny fruit plant at the entrance of your vegetable garden. Pick some and soak them in wine, then rub them on the joints. Maybe it will help you recover."

After saying that, Yan Huan carried the fox away.

"Eh?" The old woman was stunned.

The sequelae she suffered was nerve damage in the cerebral hemispheres, not a joint problem.

Without waiting for any explanation, the old woman's son, the village chief, went happily to pick thorny fruits.

"Hey, Mom, don't worry, whatever the master says is what it is. Let's go back and make some wine."

On the other side, Yan Huan and Bai Ling came to a dilapidated temple in the suburbs.

Before sunset, the wailing in the temple echoed with the wind.

"What do you think of this place? Even though it's shabby, I'll fix it up later."

"Hmm..." Bai Ling thought for a moment, "It's pretty good, but it's too noisy."

"It's your job to make them quiet down."

"Once the work is done, this place will be mine?"

"Once the tablet is set up, it will be yours."

The fox's ears stood up, and he thought of the fox ancestors in the Northeast.

"So are they going to call me grandma or old lady Bai?"

Yan Huan put the white fox on the ground, "Maybe call her Lady Bai Ling?"

“This one sounds better than the previous two~”

(End of this chapter)