The Demon in the Mirror

Qingyuan shuddered and grabbed her clothes to take her away again, and realized that the west wind that he intended to hold him tightly: "Do not throw me out."

"Then don't hug me."

Xifeng immediately let go, glanced at him and said with a hum, "The floor has fallen asleep and I still dislike this dust."

Qingyuan, who was struggling to pat the dust, looked at the gray-faced west wind: "The floor is cleaner than you."

"..." Westwind recalled that every time he lay down, he cleaned the floor four or five times, and polished it down the floor of the person, as if ... it was cleaner than she is now. She patted the dust on her face and followed her like powder, "It's strange that this little fairy, who prays for blessings and fortunes, eliminates disasters and relieves evil, even covers monsters."

"How do you know it's sheltering?"

"Anyway, I am a mortal. They started with me but not with the bowl demon who first stepped into the temple. This is not a shield, is it still blind?"

The gasping west wind finally managed to cast a spell. She squatted down, put her palms on the floor, drew a rune on the back of her hand, and drank "wake up". The ground suddenly shook three times, splitting an abyss mouth and flying dust. Inhaled immediately.

Although there is a lot of flying dust, there are always times when it is exhausted.

But for a moment, this chaotic temple gradually appeared. Not only the dust that was just raised, but also the dust that was originally accumulated in the temple, was completely absorbed.

Xifeng felt that everyone was refreshing and happy.

The dust was gone, and the voice that was still in the dust was gone.

The west wind probe glanced into the temple, at least seven or eight shadows flashed in hiding. She raised her eyebrows and lifted her sword into it. The temple was really worn out. The stone statues of the gods that had once been offered toppled upside down and crumbled.

I am afraid that this temple is deserted for a long time.

Entering the inside, the demon spirit of the demon bowl became very obvious. She swept around and slammed her sword toward the back of a stone statue.

"Ah-" The frightened bowl demon suddenly jumped out and fled back.

Xifeng hummed, a gold thread flew out of his hand, and weaved into a net quickly in the air. When he saw it, he would intercept it. Suddenly, the stone figure came to life, and suddenly stood, blocking the gold thread directly. escape. The West Wind was so angry that he no longer wanted to be merciful, and said to the stone statue: "Even if it is a fairy, I will not be polite."

The people in the sky are really investigated, and she has reason to say that they cover up the monsters that scare the people in the town.

When the sword in his hand turned into an iron rod, he would knock the stone statue to force out the little fairy. One hand stretched out of the air, grabbed her wrist, and anxiously said, "Stop."

I did not really want to knock the corner of the west wind corner of the broken stone statue, grabbed that hand, and dragged it, and a ray of spirit was pulled from the sky.

The girl was caught off guard. "Oops" yelled, rolled down from the sky, and fell to the ground, with pain: "Rough."

Xifeng wrapped her hands with gold thread and asked, "Is hey you?"

The girl rolled her eyebrows: "It's not me, it's the one behind you."

Westwind slightly paused, looking back, he saw a big fat girl pressing on her with a catty body. For a moment, the tiger seemed to eat, and the west wind hurried away. The fat girl's movements were light, and the intention was not to attack her, but to save the girl away. Frightened away from the west wind, he immediately pulled her away. Whoever wanted the gold thread to entangle her hand from the thin girl's hand and bound two people at once.

The harder the two of them were tied into dumplings, the tighter the gold thread wrapped them.

Xifeng squatted in front of them with a grin: "Hee hee."

"..."

"Laugh, why don't you laugh? Didn't you just laugh a little bit proudly?" Xifeng stretched his finger to poke on their foreheads. "Although they are little gods, they are also in the fairy class anyway. If there is no mortal support, they should return When you go to Heaven and wait for arrangements, but you do n’t leave your greedy lovers, and give back to the monsters, are you ashamed, ashamed? "

The two girls gasped: "You don't know anything, and the monster is better than your mortal."

"How is it good, ran to knock on the people's door every night?"

"It's better than you. And we have someone offering incense to support us, so we don't need to go back to the fairy class."

Upon hearing the west wind, it seemed strange that the temples here had become deserted, and even the roads were blocked by wild grasses. It stands to reason that no mortal came.

And it is impossible for the bowl demon to worship, only the fireworks of the mortal can support the gods of the temple, otherwise they will be discovered by the heaven and will be recalled.

Xifeng looked at Shentai and found that there were indeed residual incense and some food.

Someone here.

Waiting for her to think deeply, the broken temple once again blasted wind, and several shadows flashed.

Fat girl shouted: "Don't come, you can't beat her!"

But those people were eager to save others, and before her words completely fell, the shadow had already jumped in and rushed towards the west wind.

Qingyuan leaned slightly, raised a hand, and the gust of wind swept through, instantly shooting all the shadows on the ground.

Xifeng doesn't know what kind of **** the earthly **** is, but she is so weak that she can win with no effort. It must be the last place in the fairy class, but it is just an ordinary small one that can be seen in every temple Fairy.

She lifted her fingers and pulled the gold thread, tying them all up, counting them carefully, there were eight people.

"Yes, eight people work together to help a monster, it threatens you? Is it your boss?"

"Bowan is a good monster." Fairy said, "It doesn't threaten us."

"Then why do you help it, and who offered the offerings and incense on this table?"

Several people looked at each other, or the fairy boy said first: "Bowl."

Xifeng hummed: "The bowl is a monster. You can't eat what it worships. It's a temple god. It can only be a mortal offering to you. Ah ... Let me go and find out what a mortal actually went to the mountains Come."

"You stop." The thin girl gritted her teeth. "You don't want to disturb the old beggar. He is very sick and cannot be frightened."

"Old beggar?" Xifeng frowned, and there was a soft crunch, and someone was approaching here.

The west wind looked over there, and the footsteps were very slow, like walking people walking very hard every step of the way. It took a long time before Xifeng finally saw the man.

It was indeed a very old man. He was ragged, old and shabby, but fortunately it was summer and it wouldn't be cold. He was very thin, very thin, with a sick face, and slowly walked to the temple with an old wooden stick. His eyes were tired and lost his soul.

He seemed to find someone standing there, looking up and seeing that she was a girl. She was very surprised. She said hoarsely, "Girl, how come you came to the mountains in the middle of the night, go back."

The voice was so dumb that he could hardly hear it. Xifeng looked at the bunch of little fairies bound behind him. The old man could not see them. She replied: "I'll go back here, grandpa, how do you live here?"

"I have lived here for many years." The old beggar said a few words, and then stooped and coughed, unable to hold his cane.

Seeing the west wind, he searched four times and took the water from the altar to serve him.

The old beggar got better after drinking the water and said, "Come back."

"Listen to Grandpa." Xifeng said again, "Grandpa, are you living here alone?"

"There is a grandson, he hasn't come back yet," the old beggar said again. "It was a child picked up, very stubborn, and always ran out in the evening, saying that it is easy to beg at night. I have been sick for two years and started to pay If he could go down the mountain by himself, he could not walk for the past six months.

With that in mind, he looked outside with sighs and sighed: "He is not very young, but he is sensible. It's so late, he won't come back ... he's brave and he's not afraid to take the mountain road. ... "

It was only then that he saw that there was someone standing in the dark, looking at a man in a green robe. He suddenly understood what came, and smiled and said, "I'm in trouble ... it's in trouble."

Xifeng's brain quickly turned around, realizing that he had misunderstood that 80% of her and Qingyuan were men and women who were secretly secretly meeting: "Grandpa, we are not ..."

"Grandpa understands."

Xifeng rubbed his head, and then looked at Qingyuan, and stood beside the gods. She twitched her lips and got up and said, "Then let's go, grandpa, take care."

The old beggar sat smiling at her and smiled at Qingyuan again.

Xifeng took Qingyuan's hand and walked outside. Before leaving, a white light flew out of his finger to cut off the golden wire that bound all the immortals.

The ruined temple has no smell of decay, full of immortal qi, demon qi, and breath of dying.

Xifeng looked back, and the old beggar was still sitting in front of the idol, waiting for his grandson to return.

"Eight immortals and a dead soul." Qingyuan counted his fingers and shook his head again. "Not a dead soul ... a dead soul ... not ..."

"It's not the soul of death." Xifeng looked up at him and said, "Yangshou is exhausted, but he can escape the black-and-white tracking."

The old beggar should actually be dead, but somehow it is still a living person, without the slightest breath of death. His name is red on the life and death book, but it can hide the breath of the dead soul.

"strange."

When she finished, a girl said, "No wonder."

She looked there, the thin girl had come out with the fat girl, fell down, saluted her: "Thank you just now, didn't say much."

Xifeng asked: "Is the grandson of the old beggar a bowl?"

The two hesitated a little and nodded: "Yes, just the old beggar doesn't know."

The thin girl continued: "The bowl is the bowl that the old beggar begged for, but at first the bowl was only a monster, and it did not turn into a child. Later, the grandfather fell ill and could not go down the mountain to beg, and the bowl became a boy. Grandpa, go and beg for him every day. "

West wind suddenly, no wonder the bowl said no beef jerky, because the bite can not move, it turned out that the beef jerky was not eaten by it, but to the old beggar: "Why then, the old beggar is dead, but not dead?"

"We don't know. It's just that as long as Grandpa eats the food from the bowl, the spirit of death can be weakened, and black and white impermanence can't be found when passing outside." The fat girl pleaded, "Don't grab the bowl, It's a good monster. If it's caught, then Grandpa will die. "

"He has died of Yangshou, and stays in the world. When he goes to the capital, he will affect his reincarnation."

"But Grandpa will not die if there is a bowl."

"Yes, life is still there, but is it sick?" Xifeng asked, "Grandpa is sick all the time, you won't see it, just say a few words, you cough so bad that you can't walk the road and can't leave this temple." It is still summer, what to do in winter? What to do when it rains and winds? Now someone is going to grab the bowl and bowl, in case the bowl is caught, what will the grandpa do? Without the bowl, the grandpa will die and go Once you have gone to the prefecture, you ca n’t explain it clearly, you ca n’t enter the reincarnation, you do n’t know the consequences? ”

Even she can easily catch the eight of them and the bowl demon. If she encounters more powerful people, the bowl demon can protect the old beggar forever?

"Shut up!"

Suddenly there was a snap in the air, a big bowl rushed to the west wind, and she sighed: "Grandpa will not die! I will always take care of him, you never want to catch ..."

Westwind quickly reached out and grabbed it in his hand instantly. The bowl demon opened her mouth wide and bit her hand. Qingyuan's eyebrows twisted, and the bowl demon would be shot down. Xifeng shook his head, twisting his eyebrows, and said to him: "You can't even beat me. In the future, more powerful people will appear. How do you take care of Grandpa?"

The bowl demon was still biting hard, so that Xifeng's hand that had been injured was oozing again.

Qingyuan stunned: "It will hurt."

But Westwind still won't let him take away the bowl demon.

He didn't understand why Xifeng would rather let it bite than let him take it away.

It's really weird, weird girl.

The bowl demon bite, and suddenly let go of his mouth, for a long while, his tears fell straight: "I know ... I know that Grandpa is not happy ... it is very sick, and it is painful every night. But ... at least I'm still alive ... Isn't it alive, will I be alive? I will find food for my grandfather, as long as there is food, I can live ... "

"Grandpa wasn't dead, just lived in another way." Xifeng held it in her hand, her expression bleak. She knew that even if it was really reincarnation, that person was not the same person as before.

Just like her mother, she never went to the reincarnation to find her, just because she knew that even if she looked the same as her predecessor, that would not be her mother.

She persuaded, and suddenly couldn't bear to persuade her to continue. She knew that the old beggar returned to the West naturally, not because of illness, but for the bowl demon, as long as he was alive, it would be good.

It did not think about what happened on the road of reincarnation, what was caught in the future.

Is not responsible, but also reluctant.

The evening breeze caressed, and the bowl was weeping in the hands of the west wind. It was reluctant to let grandpa know that it was not good, but it didn't want grandpa to leave.

Once a person dies, he will never be seen again.

Unlike their monsters, they can live long and long.

"Bowanwan?"

The old man's voice was heard from the temple. An old man walked slowly to the door. Even the threshold stepped over. He stood by the dilapidated door and looked towards the dark night. ? "

"Grandpa." The bowl demon flew away from the west wind and turned into a six- or seven-year-old boy running towards him, holding his dry hand, "I'm back Grandpa."

"Don't go out at night in the future, it's too dangerous." The old beggar repeated the words and said it a hundred times, knowing that he wouldn't listen, but he couldn't help saying.

Wanwan didn't agree with him. As soon as he agreed, he would have to do it, but he would still beg at night to ask for food for his grandfather, so he must not agree.

The old beggar looked at him, hesitated, and finally said, "Bowan, grandpa will take you down the mountain tomorrow."

"What are you going downhill for?"

"Grandpa finds a good family for you."

Suddenly, the old beggar replied: "Grandpa is old and will die within a few days. Grandpa will find you a good family before you die."

"I don't want ... I'll be with Grandpa." Wanwan shook his head. "Grandpa won't die."

"People will always die, and Grandpa has enough to live for ninety years. If he doesn't live for so long, he doesn't have to send white-haired people to black-haired people and watch the only son die ... Send away his wife and stay. I am a lonely old man alive ... "The old beggar coughed again, coughing all over his face," Grandpa doesn't want to leave you here in the mountains after death. You are young and have no relatives and no reason. Adopt yours. "

Wanwan cried: "Fairy monsters can all live for hundreds of thousands of years. They are the same age as the world, and people live for a hundred years. How can it be enough."

The old beggar touched his head and said, "Grandpa has nothing to miss ... Grandpa is tired ... I want to find my son, my wife ... Grandpa is afraid that he will be late and he will not find them. "

Suddenly, he suddenly understood that he was unhappy with his grandfather, but he was also unhappy with his wife and children.

He wants to keep grandpa, and grandpa wants a family reunion.

After all, he will die, as early as possible, maybe he can catch up with his wife and children. Later, he could not find his wife and children, leaving him to become an orphan without help.

Did not find a good family for him, perhaps the only thing he could not put down in the world.

Panwan was startled: "Grandpa ..."

The night was quiet, and the west wind and Qingyuan faced each other far away, only to feel that the evening wind had added coolness.

The open-minded old beggar and the sensible little bowl demon.

It is loyalty, it depends on each other, and it is also letting go.

Another night passed, the dawn appeared, and the sunrise slowly emerged from the hill, slightly orange-red, printing and dyeing the earth.

All the offerings in the temple have been placed in front of a new grave.

The old beggar who did not eat the food in the bowl before the rising of the sunrise, forever fell asleep in his sleep.

The old beggar in the dream met his wife and children and the family reunited.

Sitting at the bowl next to him, I saw my grandfather smiled and smiled for a long time.

Looking up again, I saw black and white impermanence.

A small white flower was placed on the grave. Xifeng worshipped three times in front of the grave, struggling to touch the silent bowl, and messed up his boy's head: "What do you plan to do in the future?"

"I don't know." Wanwan looked at the eight little gods. "Where are you going, brother and sister?"

The thin girl said: "I'm going back to heaven to stand by, maybe someday it will appear in a temple somewhere in the world."

The fat girl suddenly red eyes, hugged him and patted desperately: "After we go back, you must be good, don't be caught by others, practice well, and become a big monster."

The bowl that was touched and hugged is like an ordinary child who has been playing outside for a day and made himself dirty. He nodded and his nose was sour: "All of you are good, and I will become a big monster in the future. Go find you. "

Several people nodded and said goodbye to the old beggar. Wanwan resisted tears until their figure disappeared into the sky, before crying.

"Don't cry." Xifeng hugged him, "Sister bought you candy."

Wanwan looked at her with tears: "Sister, grandpa will find grandma, right?"

There is no way to determine this kind of west wind. She smiled: "Well, yes, sister."

Qingyuan paused, no, how could this be possible. I don't know why, he didn't say it.

He realized that there are some things that do not need to be blunt. Sometimes it ’s okay to lie.

Wanwan rested her mind and said, "I want to cultivate into a big monster, and I will go find grandpa and grandma to protect them."

"Before you practice, I'm afraid you have to give me something back first."

The sound was so familiar that Xifeng turned around and saw the visitor. He was surprised and guilty ... Oh, isn't this the **** who was forgotten by them in the demon world.

Baili Qingfengfei came forward and fell in front of them, saying, "You have my baby here."

Banwan asked: "What baby?"

What Xifeng thought of suddenly: "Is the bowl the lost baby of the fairy?"

Baili Qingfeng waved his hand: "Of course not. It's just that there is a seed hidden in this bowl, that's the baby of the little fairy."

He came here, but whoever wanted to find the seed immortality in the bowl.

Probably because the seed fell and fell into the bowl just now, so it made the bowl aura and became a demon.

He raised his hand and waved the head of the bowl, a seed took root and sprouted from his head, and a green seedling emerged. He unexpectedly said: "It has sprouted, not bad, little monster, can even breed this seed."

He looked at him with interest, and asked, "Why don't you go back to Jiuxiao with me and follow the little fairy to be her flower girl. After the daffodil blooms, you might be promoted to be a little fairy girl."

Wanwan's eyes widened and he immediately hid behind the west wind and watched him cautiously: "People, teeth, sons."

Baili Breeze: "..."

Qingyuan said: "What is human teeth?"

Xiao Huo, who recovered from hearing a bit, explained: "It's a trafficker, a child."

Qingyuan suddenly.

The breeze was clear until the sudden fire burst out, and the calm expression suddenly changed-the violent change, he said painfully: "This, this is too much, you remember to take this mouse, but you don't remember to call I'm going together ... you ... you ... disappointed! "

Qingyuan is puzzled-Hey, why is there someone who wants to break up with him recently? ? ?

Baili's breeze looks painful and doesn't want to talk to them anymore, grabbing the bowl: "Goodbye!"

Wanwan struggled and shouted: "Human teeth, human teeth."

"Yes, yes, it's human teeth. I want to abduct you to plant flowers and plants." Baili Qingfeng asked, "Do you want to go? There is a little fairy sister."

Wanwan looked at the west wind, and the west wind nodded gently. All the demon worlds were dangerous, but with a hundred miles of breeze and going to Jiuxiao, it might be a good way out, and not afraid of being bullied.

The bowl was tangled, and finally said: "You have to be full."

Baili Qingfeng grinned and looked at the two **** and the mouse again. The grief called Yun Lai: "Goodbye! I'm going to find my little fairy."

Xifeng also wanted to explain to him, after all, it is a god, and this thigh must be held. But Baili Qingfeng seems to have made up his mind to succumb to them, and he ran away carrying the bowl directly.

"Hey--" Westwind screamed, but he had already ran away. "It's over. There's no big backer."

Qingyuan asked: "The big backer?"

"Awesome, big man against the sky."

Qingyuan thought about it, held her face to make her look at herself, and said, "I am."

The hands are a bit cold and the holding face is a little hot. Qingyuan looked at her eyes and felt that her eyes were a little hot.

Xifeng, who was squeezed with his face and facial features, said hardly: "Let go, let go."

Qingyuan suddenly let go and said seriously again: "I am."

"Yes, yes, you are the most powerful." Xifeng rubbed his face and said helplessly, "Come on, go back to the inn to pick up things and find work. Ah ... I am busy and unhappy."

She complained as she walked, nagging and nagging, and turned into a small chatter, like a gloomy mushroom walking.

Qingyuan followed her, listening to her nagging, very good.

Happy.

The little white flowers on the tomb pile still sway gently in the breeze, as if saying goodbye to them.

They didn't go long, and there were two figures who came too late.

"There is no breath of seeds."

Wuying nodded and looked to the sky dome: "Back to heaven."

Pu Yu twisted her eyebrows: "One step late."

"Let's go." Wu Ying looked at the tomb, with the breath of west wind, and ... the breath of the green dragon.

The fourth roll