I, Guhuo Bird, am not an umbrella demon, please don’t disturb me

From today on, the Divine Phoenix Temple has another devout believer.

In the sky, Bai Qingyu saw all this and didn't know what to say for a moment.

You can say that Yu Weijin is smart. He is indeed quite smart, but he is just trying to be clever.

The cloth shoes at the back are indeed the same, but they were sold by Xiaoyao.

It was not that troublesome. The rich lady took a closer look at the quality of the cloth shoes and the exquisite embroidery on them, and bought them all without saying a word.

In this way, the two little guys went home happily with six taels of silver.

Bai Qingyu's test of them turned into a joke.

Bai Qingyu felt tired, "As expected, let Yu Yijin take Xiaoyao to farm."

"Inari God, food and a good harvest are what Yuejin needs to do."

"As for Xiaoyao, her strength can just help."

Please give me a vote, I will kneel down.

Volume 1: Chapter [-] It’s not an adult, it’s an aunt

Bai Qingyu knew clearly that Yu Weijin was the God of Inari, and judging from the demon book, compared with what Yu Weijin had done in Xizhou, it was indeed similar.So after much thought, Bai Qingyu still felt that it would be more reliable to take her to farm.

It can make her understand that she can have enough food and clothing by herself, and it can distract her two children's energy. After the crops are planted, it can also give them a gradual sense of accomplishment.

In the future, we may develop more powerful crop seeds, which will directly benefit the whole world.

Anyway, it's much better than trying to sell umbrellas and shoes.

In the evening, I waited until the two children came back.

He didn't reprimand them, he just gave them some rationale and then cooked them a sumptuous dinner in the evening.

The next day, Bai Qingyu got up early.

Today she had no time to teach her two children how to farm, but was leaving for Shangchuan Prefecture.

With the experience of Fu Yao Sect, Bai Qingyu has learned to be smart now. If nothing happens, he can put on a disguise and pretend to be an ordinary monk. Anyway, now he has luck to protect him and there is no need to worry about being recognized by others. .

In the yard, Zhentian held the baby who was drinking milk and saw Bai Qingyu transform directly into a man wearing a white robe and a bamboo hat. His face was handsome but had a vicissitudes of life, his lips were slightly thicker, and he had a short beard. His eyes are like those of an eminent monk, pitying the world and showing infinite tolerance and love.

Her long black hair hung behind her back and was simply taken care of.

A Zen staff in one hand and Buddhist beads in the other, it really has an inner flavor.

"This female donor, what do you think of my current outfit?"

With one hand raised on his chest, Bai Qingyu's eyes under the bamboo hat were more monk-like, tolerant of all things and profound.

"How is it? Can you see anything? Is there any flaw?" The male monk was about thirty years old, but the voice coming out of his mouth was still Bai Qingyu's voice, which was extremely weird.

Zhentian raised his eyebrows and looked up and down, "Other than the voice, I really can't tell it's Sister Bai."

"Is that so? That's good." Bai Qingyu pinched his throat and his voice turned into a man's deep and magnetic voice.

Bai Qingyu looked like a handsome monk, much more handsome than An Zhen. Of course, this was just a simple cover-up, and he couldn't see through it because he was lucky.

Reaching out to support the bamboo hat, Bai Qingyu disappeared into the yard.

They all disappeared, and their voices still echoed in the small courtyard.

"I'll come back as soon as I go. Don't worry about me. Jiutun is back. He's wary of those monks."

The sound echoed around and around, and even the last few words were echoed. Zhentian was speechless for a moment.

Bai Qingyu's echo startled the children in the yard, thinking that some strange monk had come here to cause trouble for them.

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With the power of luck in his body, his strength was still increasing. In less than half an hour, Bai Qingyu entered the land of Shangchuan Prefecture.

After returning to Shangchuan Prefecture, she felt as comfortable as returning home. Bai Qingyu felt that when she controlled the power of luck, she was the strongest being in the world within Shangchuan Prefecture, even if the head of Tianyang Palace came. , and is no match for her in this area.

After all, the power of these beliefs comes from Shangchuan Prefecture.

Bai Qingyu didn't rush over. After an idea came to Shangchuan Prefecture Center, her expression became solemn.

The ground under her feet was turning dark red. She took one step forward, as if she had penetrated a certain barrier. The world in front of her suddenly changed. It was no longer the windy and sunny outside, as if she had entered the underworld.

There was no sun in the sky, and the whole thing was glowing with a faint blood-red color. When she stepped into this red soil, she could feel the extremely rapid loss of life force. It was really like entering a forbidden land that no living being should enter. .

Cotton-like gray matter floated before her eyes, and waves of decaying micro-movements poured into Bai Qingyu's nasal cavity. She looked around and saw that there was no vitality in this world, and there was nothing but deathly silence.

Fortunately, this effect seemed to only affect the monks, and the people living in a county not far away were not affected at all.

Bai Qingyu remembered that it had rained here before, and there was no drought, and the winter was passed smoothly. Now it is spring, a time of vitality, and there is nothing here except red scorched earth.

Holding a magic weapon similar to a Zen staff, Bai Qingyu was dressed in a white robe that looked like snow.

Originally dressed as a monk, entering this underworld-like world has a unique flavor.

Bai Qingyu did not fly over. He slightly raised his bamboo hat and looked forward. There was no other emotion in his eyes full of vicissitudes of life.

Taking one step forward, Bai Qingyu officially entered the underworld.

Walking along the river, looking at the gray river water, Bai Qingyu tried to hold up the river water with her hands. She felt that the river water was bitingly cold, the kind of cold that penetrated into the bone marrow. Before she could take a closer look, the handful of water melted. For the black quicksand to flow from her fingers.

"It's really the River Styx..."

She frowned slightly. In her opinion, the world became like this because of the existence of something that caused the projection of the underworld to come.

It is not difficult to guess that it is either the sea of ​​flowers of Bianhuahua or her desolate skeleton.

Continuing to walk, Bai Qingyu could feel the fluctuations of the battle coming from a distance.

He held on to his bamboo hat and walked towards the battlefield.

It looks like he is moving slowly, but in fact he is a thousand meters in one step.

Bai Qingyu appeared not far from the battlefield. Looking up, he could feel that more than ten people were besieging the desolate skeleton. They were all very powerful. They were either transformed gods or continuous Nascent Souls. It seemed that they were not the same force, but multiple forces joining forces.

The battle has reached its final stage.

The strength of the Desolate Skeleton is indeed not weak. With the addition of the underworld, he has to avoid sharp edges even when practicing the void, but who makes the monks too strong and too many in number?

Most people really can't do anything about a just siege.

Bai Qingyu saw that even Bianhua took action personally, but unfortunately it didn't have much effect because the other party was too strong.

The desolate skeleton couldn't hold on much longer. The long knife in his hand was shattered, and the armor on his body was in tatters and full of cracks.

At this juncture, Bai Qingyu's appearance attracted the attention of all the monks.

They have worked hard to defeat monsters until now, and have sacrificed so many companions. Now that they are about to reach the final step, they cannot accept that the results of their victory will be robbed by others.

What's more, Bai Qingyu's white clothes are too conspicuous. In this dark world that consists of blood red and gray, the appearance of white is so eye-catching.

Not noticing that something was wrong with the atmosphere here, Bai Qingyu walked into the battlefield holding a Zen staff.

At this time, even Bianhua noticed him.

The surrounding monks looked at each other. Since no one spoke, it was a stranger. In an instant, a large number of attacks fell towards Bai Qingyu.

No matter what Bai Qingyu's identity is, as long as he doesn't express his intention, he is an enemy.

Kill him first and then talk about the pretense.

And at this moment, be it magical weapons or spells, everything seemed to be slowed down a thousand times. The flow of time suddenly slowed down. The only people in the audience who were not affected were Bai Qingyu and the nearly twenty people. Thoughts of the strong.

They watched Bai Qingyu walking towards the Bianhua flower step by step.

Nothing around her affected her pace, and she didn't even look at the attacks behind her.

The snow-white figure is so plain and understated.

This is especially true in Higanbana's sight.

When Bai Qingyu didn't come, she had fallen into deep despair.

She will die and remain silent forever.

It's impossible to say you don't care about death.

She has been searching for the meaning of life, and finally came to the earth. She didn't want to die like this, let alone return to that cold world where time no longer existed.

There, every minute and every second was torture.

But her strength is still too weak, and she is far from being a match for this group of people.

Even the monster made from that man's bones is no match.

She could only wait helplessly for her death to come.

It actually doesn't matter if she really dies. It would be better if everything she owns is wiped out.

But she hasn't found the meaning of living yet, or in other words, those flowers are the meaning of her living. If she dies, she will no longer be able to find nourishment for the flowers.

Bianhua's posture at this time was to lean back, holding a golden arrow in one hand.

The arrow had penetrated her body, and all she could hold on to was the tail of the arrow.

Bai Qingyu walked over and came to her.

Surrounded by the frozen world and battlefield, Bianhua turned her eyes upward and saw Bai Qingyu's face under the bamboo hat.

Not the woman in the dream...

The last illusion in Bianhua's heart was shattered.

What does he want to do to himself, cut off his head as a collection, or is he interested in his own body, or is he here to transcend himself.

Unable to move her body, Higanbana has resigned herself to her fate.

Bai Qingyu came to her and held the arrow that pierced her heart with one hand.

The white-gold power was transported along the arrow body towards Bianhua's body, and the lost vitality was quickly restored. Bianhua felt that her body was warm, and a warm current traveled through her limbs and bones, nourishing her internal organs.

It was a warmth she had never experienced before, whether in the underworld or the human world.

"A demon is not just trying to survive. The more you get, the more you will be tortured."

The golden arrow disappeared, and Bianhua's injuries recovered quickly.

Bai Qingyu raised the golden Zen staff in his hand and smashed it to the ground. A burst of golden light quickly spread out from the center.

Wherever the light touched, the blood-stained red land disappeared, the blood-red sky also disappeared, the Styx returned to normal, the sea of ​​flowers gradually disappeared, the attacks flying towards her turned into stars all over the sky, and the magic weapon was lost control.

Even the desolate skeleton disappeared under this ray of golden light.

Ping!

Everything is back to normal.

The monks in the sky immediately hugged each other. The feeling that was short-lived but seemed like a whole year had passed was too terrifying.

What level of strength can someone be able to freeze everything without even making a move?

The monks didn't even dare to say a word, let alone take action.

They are very powerful, and it is precisely because of this that they are even more afraid.

They know how powerful it takes to achieve such a step.

"Man is born with a desire to do evil and a weak will. God says that man must be responsible for his own sins because he is endowed with free will. If he sincerely repents, God will remove the sin from his body."

Bai Qingyu pretended to be sophisticated and maintained his own persona.

"Everyone, please come back."

With her speaking, those monks would not dare to stay one step longer. It was a pity that the Desolate Skull disappeared, but no matter how regretful it was, it would be better than losing his own life here.

Before leaving, some people asked a lot of questions.

"I don't know the name of the senior?"

Hearing this, Bai Qingyu replied without blushing and breathlessly, "Master Qingfang, a poor monk."

Monk, you look at me, I look at you, both of them have never heard of this name, but from today on, they remember it.

It turns out that there is a powerful person named Qingbozhu in the world.

After the monks disappeared one after another and left the area, Bai Qingyu looked at the flower on the other side and then spoke with a smile.

"How do you want to repay this female donor for your life-saving grace?"