You, a monster, still want to travel to the West?

A man and a snake woke up from the bed. After Qingxin finished dressing, Xia Zhiming turned back into human form, picked up the girl, opened the door, and sat back in his fishing spot, only to find that his fishing gear and fishing rod had been placed on the river bank.

Seeing this scene, Xia Zhiming didn't care. He threw the fishing rod to the riverside, picked up the fishing rod and threw it into the river, then rubbed the tender cheek of the girl in his arms.

Not far away, among the crowd guarding the bonfire, the old village chief Chen Chen patted the ashes off his body and sighed. He led a burly man to Xia Zhiming's side, bowed, and said:

"Master, I failed to discipline you. Yesterday, this kid got too greedy and caused the fisherman to lose his net, all the fish ran away, and his fishing rod lost its hook. Please..."

At this point, the old village chief also knew that he was in the wrong, and his face flushed with shame, he said: "Please name a price, Taoist priest, and we are willing to compensate you."

Xia Zhiming ignored him, looking calmly at the fishing line in the river and said with a smile, "My fishing net doesn't have a net, and my fishing rod doesn't have a hook. What's the point of talking about compensation?"

The man next to Chen Chen asked in confusion: "How did you catch that fish?"

Xia Zhiming pointed his hand toward the river and said with a smile, "Look, aren't there fish?"

The old village chief and the man were stunned for a moment, and turned to look into the water. They found that fish after fish had poked their heads out of the bamboo circle, and then...

Noisy!Noisy!Noisy!

Dozens of streams of water rushed towards the rough man's face, soaking him like a drowned rat in an instant. The man was so frightened that he quickly covered his head and ran away, shouting: "Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I won't do it again! I won't do it again!"

Seeing this, Xia Zhiming and Qing Xin exchanged a glance, then laughed at the same time. Beside them, Chen Chen was stunned for a long time, then, when he came to his senses, he bowed and said, "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your magnanimity."

Xia Zhiming just waved his hand: "Winter is coming, don't delay here. A hundred days of food and clothing won't last you through this cold winter."

After hearing this, Chen Chen glanced at the fish in the fishing area, thought for a moment, and said nothing. He simply turned back to the group and soon led them north along the river.

Behind them, Xia Zhiming continued fishing with his straight hook, while Xiao Qingxin in his arms was weaving a straw raincoat with palm bark.

After a long moment, Xiao Qingxin glanced at the people going away, then looked up and asked, "Zhiming, why don't you give us a few more fish? I think there will be many willing fish."

"People always have to rely on themselves to live."

"But this winter will be very cold..."

"A little bit of kindness, a peck of vengeance, can no longer be given."

"We're not afraid."

"I'll be unhappy."

……

After that, the people of Chenjia Village found a valley ten miles upstream and settled down there. While they had enough food and clothing, they also reclaimed a lot of land and waited for the spring to plant crops.

If you want to know how the two knew it, you have to talk about Chen Jinbao. That guy was a hunter, and all his skills were in the mountains and forests. One time, he sneaked through the mountains and forests and came to Xia Zhiming, and then he told this story.

Another thing is the response of the Bull-Head and Horse-Faced Demon regarding the reincarnation of the fish.

Unlike what Xia Zhiming had imagined, where the reincarnation would be arranged immediately, the alligator fish had just begun to develop intelligence, lived a long life, and had done many good deeds.

Now the fish has been reborn as a human in the underworld, and two ghost officials have prepared an idle job for her in the City of the Dead. She is currently enjoying her life, and it is estimated that she will have to wait until the end of time for her to be reincarnated.

All in all, the two ghost officials arranged things very clearly.

After that, Xia Zhiming naturally reciprocated and reported his official position in the Heavenly Court to the two ghost messengers. The little girl was ignorant, but he still had to leave a name for her so that they wouldn't work in vain.

……

Time flies——

Winter came in a blink of an eye, and just as Qingxin had expected, heavy snow fell this winter.

The straw raincoat that Xiao Qingxin had woven for Xia Zhiming finally came in handy, but she ended up wearing it herself. As for the reason...

On the Tongtian River, Xiaoqingxin was sitting cross-legged on a bamboo raft, wearing a straw hat and a raincoat, holding a fishing rod in her hand.

After a long time, Xiao Qingxin finally couldn't help but pat her belly, blushing and scolding in a delicate voice: "Zhiming, what about the fishing trip alone in the cold river snow?"

"It's too cold. Whoever wants to suffer this sin can do it, but I won't do it!"

"But, I know you are an immortal."

"Immortals can't be afraid of the cold. I'm lucky enough not to hibernate."

"Zhi Ming, cultivation can help you withstand the cold and heat."

"I do not like."

"Good boy~

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Chapter 71: What you ask for is also fate.

One winter morning, heavy snow was still falling outside the bamboo house.

Winter with snow is very beautiful. White snowflakes fall on the mountains and rivers, covering the evergreen pines, cypresses and bamboo leaves. Except for——

The snow bent the branches, and the cold wind blew away the birds and animals.

The solid ice froze the land, and the severe cold drove away the fish and shrimp.

In the bamboo house by the river, Xiao Qingxin didn't care about these things. She just pushed open the door with one hand and found that the snow outside had piled up to her waist. The girl didn't care and just tiptoed to float onto the snow.

Walking through the snow without leaving any traces until they reached the riverbank, Qingxin took out a small bamboo raft from her sleeve and threw it into the water. When the raft grew bigger and she was about to step on it, she heard—

"Master, Master, please stay!"

Xiao Qingxin turned her head and saw Chen Jinbao stepping deeply and shallowly in the snow, his red face full of anxiety.

Noticing this, Xiao Qingxin tilted her head, then patted the white snake in her arms: "Zhiming, someone is coming."

"I heard it." Xia Zhiming naturally heard the cry, and without any delay, he crawled out of Qing's arms, fell to the ground and turned back into a human form.

At this time, Chen Jinbao had already run up to the two of them, trembling and breathing heavily. He was not afraid of Xia Zhiming's transformation from a snake into a human. He simply knelt down and begged, "Masters, can you lend me another fish?"

Xia Zhiming frowned: "Don't tell me you don't have any firewood or food?"

"Yes! There are many more!"

"You want minnows?"

"Master, my father can't hold on any longer..."

"But this won't work."

Upon hearing this, Chen Jinbao's eyes immediately turned red, and he knelt down and begged: "Immortal, I know that the fish must have understood human nature. Is there any other way?"

Xia Zhiming nodded when he heard this, and then patted the little girl in his arms who was about to speak, signaling her to stop, and then smiled and said, "How old are you this year?"

"Thirty-three."

"Three years of life span for one year, how much do you want in exchange?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Jinbao raised his head, his eyes reddening as he spoke, "I'd like to let the Immortal know. I have a son who will be thirteen this spring, and will not wear a crown until seven years later. How about exchanging seven years?"

Xia Zhiming nodded and stretched out his hand. The cold wind suddenly turned, and snowflakes fell on his palm, gradually turning into a snow-white "pill".

Seeing this scene, Xiao Qing was a little puzzled. She stared at the Xiaoxuewan in his hand and tilted her head, but found that Xia Zhiming put the "pill" into her palm again.

At this time, Chen Jinbao was looking at this "pill" with hope.

Noticing this, Xia Zhiming held the girl's palm and extended it, then smiled at Chen Jinbao and said, "You have twenty-one years of life left. If you accept this pill, there will be no turning back. Are you willing?"

Chen Jinbao knelt down and kowtowed again, then he stretched out his hand without hesitation and said, "Thank you, Immortal, for saving my life."

"Haha."

Seeing him like this, Xia Zhiming couldn't help but laugh. He then picked up the "pill" in Xiao Qingxin's hand and placed it in his palm. Then he said, "Go early, don't let it melt."

"Yes!"

Hearing this, Chen Jinbao quickly held the "Dan" in his hands, then turned around and ran hard in the snow...

After a while, when Chen Jinbao disappeared, Xiao Qingxin couldn't help laughing: "Three years for one year, hahaha~"

"Qingxin, I suddenly understand the joy of being a charlatan."

"Zhiming, you are a celestial being now, but why did you lie to him?"

"It's useless, but it should keep fewer people from bothering us."

"Zhiming, people are not that bad."

"But when there are too many people, things get stupid."

"?"

Xiaoqing was puzzled, but Xia Zhiming didn't intend to say anything more. After thinking for a while, he picked up the fishing rod on the bamboo raft and pushed it, and the bamboo raft under him gradually left the shore.

Seeing that he had no intention of being lazy any longer, Qingxin's eyes lit up and he took out a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat from his sleeves, casually spread them out and covered Xia Zhiming with them, then sat down cross-legged.

Xia Zhiming didn't push the raft too hard. After leaving the shore a little, he casually threw the fishing line into the river and sat down lazily in the snow...

Beside him, Xiao Qingxin couldn't help but turn around to take a look, and then couldn't help but be stunned, only to see -

Thousands of birds and all-rounders.

An old man in a straw raincoat and a straw hat is fishing alone in a boat on the cold river under the snow.

Noticing the little girl's gaze, Xia Zhiming immediately turned around and said with a smile: "How is it? Isn't it very artistic?"

"Zhiming, sit up straight."

"why?"

“It feels like it will look better.”

"Wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, what's so good about it?"

"Will you listen?"

"Okay, okay~"

……

Beneath the river, a white turtle, roughly ten feet long, stared at the fishing line suspended before it. As usual, it grabbed a nearby mandarin fish and clumsily wrapped its claws around the line before biting and pulling...

pull……

Can't pull it!

Seeing this, the white turtle listened to the conversation between the two people on the bamboo raft, thought for a while, then let go of the mandarin fish, looked at the fishing line floating in front of him, and bit it.

On the river, Xia Zhiming paused in his conversation with Qingxin, then slowly raised his fishing rod. Little Qingxin also turned to look at the lake, only to find that—

Guluon~!

Guluon~!

The sound of rushing water came from the front of the bamboo raft.

After a while, a white turtle as big as a house emerged from the water, with countless streams of water falling from its shell and tears falling from the two eyeballs as big as basins on its head, splashing countless water on the surface of the lake.

Seeing the white turtle, Xiao Qingxin couldn't help but look at Xia Zhiming with wide eyes, but found that he just smiled and pulled the fishing line out of the white turtle's mouth, and then hit him directly on the head with a rod.

"Do you realize your mistake?"

"I missed the opportunity and regretted it..."

"Stupid guy, you're hiding from an opportunity that's right in your face. If you don't regret it, who will?"

Upon hearing this, the white turtle was overwhelmed with shame: "I have been cultivating my spiritual energy and self-reflection in this river for over five hundred years, yet I am always afraid of death."