He had twenty-eight choices at the time, but he chose himself in the end. This monster was too kind.

Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou didn't know what to say. This was their choice. They were just a little sad for a moment, but soon they suddenly realized a problem.

Shengqing just said that he has become an immortal and has passed the immortal tribulation.

Wang Xilou said blankly: "Are you dead?"

"Well, he just died."

"??"

Shengqing chuckled: "Monsters are born from the gathering of spirits. I killed my body in the mountains. As a result, the individual named Shengqing is dead. What is here now is only the true spirit, which is what you call Yang."

Gods and ghosts, but because all three hexagrams are correct, my immortal tribulation has passed, and I have obtained the status of an immortal by virtue of my true spiritual state."

"..."

Okay, my emotions are no longer coherent.

Feng Wuli scratched his head. Did he pass the test or not? This was definitely the easiest test ever.

Because he killed his body by himself, his true spirit was preserved almost intact, and now he has directly transformed his true spirit into an immortal. Hey, it's all a lot of fun.

Wang Xilou peeled a melon seed, fed it to Feng Wuli's mouth, and muttered: "Why don't you look like a ghost at all? You can still play games and drink Coke."

Shengqing looked down at himself and explained gently: "After all, he is the ghost of an immortal, so he must be a little different."

"It always feels weird."

"How could it be strange? You see me without a shadow."

He has a very serious character. He stood up and let Feng Wuli and the others look at his feet. There was indeed no trace of him.

Then he thought: "Ghosts have no legs, right?"

"It seems like this." Feng Wuli chewed the melon seeds.

Shengqing thought about it for a moment, then hid the legs and asked the two of them if they looked too similar.

Neither the master nor the disciple could understand how this man could think seriously about such a strange problem.

"Do you need me to put a circle on your head?"

"That's Western. We are not like that."

"Yes." He sounded regretful.

"Why does Lord Shengqing care so much about this?"

"I have to respect my new identity. I have been a monster for thousands of years, and this is the first time I have become a ghost. If necessary, I would like to be reincarnated as a human."

It can be seen that he really doesn't mind that he is dead now, and it is novel to be a ghost.

Eight hundred years ago, the terrifying Zombie King failed to survive the tribulation and was reduced to a little zombie doing laundry, cooking, and warming the bed. Now he is just sitting there peeling melon seeds for someone and is not happy at all.

Now a thousand-year-old immortal has failed to survive the tribulation, and now he is studying how to be a good ghost.

They all failed, but they did not fail completely and survived in another way.

Wang Xilou asked: "What are your plans now?"

"After passing through the tribulation, it consumes a lot of money. After becoming a ghost, you don't have the ability to swallow spirits. The wind outside not only drives them away, but also swallows the scattered spirits."

So, now the twenty-eight fools outside have actually become his tools, but they can be regarded as one who is willing to fight and the other who is willing to suffer.

"Do you need me to provide it to you? My spiritual power is sufficient."

"Need not."

His tone was calm: "There are too many needs, and no one person can satisfy them."

"Don't you think it's strange why you can't feel my spirit? If I don't use my spiritual power, I would be just like an ordinary person."

"Is it a hidden secret method?"

"Would you like to take a closer look?"

Shengqing became interested. He likes to explore new things. He closed his eyes and felt carefully. Then he saw twenty-eight spheres of different colors in the mountain villages and forests, either the size of a house or the size of a pond.

To have such a level at such a young age is truly amazing.

But when he saw the young man in front of him, there was still nothing. He was a little surprised. Just when he was about to ask something, the young man asked him to increase his perception.

The ground kept getting farther and farther away, and the houses in the mountain village kept shrinking. Finally, he even saw half of Huaiqing, and he finally understood what the young man said.

The white sphere covering the county...

His presence is as strong as the sun, but creatures on the ground will not notice the sun in the sky.

"Do you need help?" Feng Wuli asked with a smile.

Wang Xilou was unhappy: "There is no need to help him. Master is not willing to take more, so why give it to him?"

Shengqing opened his eyes, smiled and shook his head:

"No need, they are not innocent. They all hope that if I fail to overcome the tribulation, they will find me and leave the immortal slough, so that they can use it to make spiritual creations, or they can understand my spiritual entanglement and become an immortal. I will leave it in the mountains and forests.

I will give them my remains as a thank you gift."

"You live a free and easy life." Wang Xilou sat cross-legged on a chair, cracked a small handful of melon seeds, and asked Feng Wuli to take it with his hand.

There was a martial arts master outside the door who came to borrow hot water to make noodles, and Feng Wuli went out to entertain him.

Shengqing waved his hand, and his shadow and legs came back. He sat there watching TV and told Wang Xilou about his situation in the past few years.

He is one of the few friends of Wang Xilou. Although the two actually meet very rarely and don't talk much, each time they meet there is a gap of hundreds of years. Things are different in this world. When they meet again, even if it is just the same time.

A tree or a stone can make people feel deeply comforted, let alone a human being.

Feng Wuli went out with a big kettle. When the man saw that there was another person in the house, he teased the villager and said that a relative had come to the house.

"A friend from the town below."

Those people didn't care. When there was another NPC in the village, they ate instant noodles and went to find the immortal again.

"Thank you, little brother. If you come to Jinmen this time, give me a WeChat message and take good care of you!"

Feng Wuli was eating melon seeds and watching the fun.

These martial arts masters still did not give up, and they even spoke frankly, saying that they had heard rumors about the immortals in the mountains here, saying that they came to see the gods.

The villagers generally smiled and didn't care.

Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou watched these fools running all over the mountain, and Shengqing moved into their house. Anyway, he was a ghost now, so his uncle and aunt couldn't see him, so he slept in his cousin's room.

The group of practitioners got along well with the villagers. Although the mountain was desolate, it was isolated from the world and the villagers were all simple.

During the day, his uncle and aunt were busy, so he, the little zombie, and a ghost were the only ones at home.

They come to Feng Wuli from time to time to chat, because Feng Wuli is one of the few people in the village who can speak Mandarin, and almost all of them have added him on WeChat. From time to time, they come to their house to drink tea, watch TV, and set off to look for immortals again.

The lifestyle of waking up in the morning to clean up the filth and returning home with the moonlight is also a kind of mental training for them, which has a feeling of asceticism and hatred.

At least I've had enough to eat recently.

A few days ago, I helped the villagers collect peanuts and corns. The villagers set up a few tables to treat these to the gods. They were all farm dishes.

That yellow-haired guy likes to bully these little kids from the valley to play, but those who are bullied like to play with him very much, and he is called a big brother.

There was also a lame man who was a good carpenter. Many villagers came to him with broken farm tools and furniture at home, and he was able to repair them. The pay was very cheap, and sometimes just leaving a meal at noon was enough.

A hunter said that he had seen the monster in the mountains decades ago. Many people in the village had heard the hunter's story, but they didn't take it seriously.

This group of martial arts masters had a keen sense of what was going on, and would often ask the old hunter something, trying to find any clues about the immortal.

The weather was good today. Although the wind was still very strong, the sunshine was warm. Feng Wuli took Wang Xilou to catch fish. The master and the apprentice took the buckets and prepared to set off.

Feng Wuli was still worried about the group of practitioners refusing to leave, so he guarded the village.

It is more like going to catch fish than to go sightseeing with a little zombie. It is said to be deep in the mountains and wild forests, but in fact it is beautiful with beautiful mountains and clear waters. The environment is very quiet and always has a Zen feel.

It's just that it's too far away from populated areas, making it difficult to develop tourism, and the mountain roads are difficult to walk.

The little zombie was dressed like a country girl in the summer, wearing two braids and floral shorts. Her white feet were wearing flip-flops that were obviously one size too big, and she was walking forward.

Said: "Actually, it would be nice to live here from now on. Master will wash and cook for you. We can raise a few chickens, ducks and geese, and cultivate a few acres of land. How nice."

Feng Wuli was behind, poking her back with a randomly picked up stick. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "You just find it novel, and you will soon feel that it is better to return to modern times."

"What? Master just thinks these days are good."

"You go back to your cousin's room to sleep tonight."

"...I don't even know what you said."

She turned around and frowned at the guy who was poking her with a stick: "Why are you poking me? I'm so annoyed by you. Your clothes are all stained."

Then he grabbed his stick and ran behind Feng Wuli, imitating the way he poked him just now, poking him here and there, and then threw the stick away, put his hands on his shoulders, pushed him away, and played with him.

Feng Wuli suddenly deliberately opposed her and immediately planted roots to prevent her from pushing.

She was stunned and realized that she didn't push.

"You have become more capable. I dare to compete with Master."
To be continued...