When Fa Hai heard this, he just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh three times. He really couldn't find anything after wearing iron shoes, and it took no effort to get there. He never expected that he would meet Xu Xian so easily.
The Holy Demon is an existence that jumps out of the heavens and is not in the world. The Holy Demon is reincarnated and reborn. Even the powerful saint who is also a saint cannot figure out the details.
During Fahai's trip to the Western Region, he obtained the remaining true spirit of the Holy Demon, and also captured the female magician who had served the Holy Demon for generations. He thought he could rely on it to deduce the whereabouts of the Holy Demon's good body, but he didn't expect that even the female magician could.
We can only wait for the Holy Demon's consciousness to completely recover before we can find the place of reincarnation through the Holy Demon's true spirit.
The best is like water, and the best is as usual. Before the consciousness is completely revived, the Holy Demon is just one of all living beings in the world. To find his traces, it is undoubtedly to find a needle in a haystack.
In desperation, Fahai could only rely on the imaginary memories of his previous life to try his luck in Jiangnan. In fact, he had always been unable to determine whether Xu Xian really existed in this world.
But now, Xu Xian actually appeared in front of him, and even Fahai had to sigh that it was God's will to trick people, and he encountered such a bloody plot.
But is Xu Xian, whom he met so easily, really the reincarnation of the Holy Demon?
Opening the eye of reincarnation, Fahai looked at the baby behind Xu Jiaorong. The baby was only one or two years old. It was thin and frail, with dirt on its body and face, but it could not hide the beauty between its eyebrows. It was not difficult to see that the baby had a long face.
When he grows up, he will definitely be as handsome as Pan An and Song Yu.
But this is not the focus of Fa Hai. What he wants to see is the memory of Xu Xian Baisheng.
Scholar, scholar, scholar... Scenes of Xu Xian's previous life flashed before Fa Hai's eyes. He was a mortal for hundreds of years without any abnormalities.
"Hey, it seems that I want to keep things simple. How easy is it to see through the memories of reincarnations of saints?"
Fa Hai shook his head in slight disappointment, and was about to give up casting spells when suddenly a memory flashed in Xu Xian's mind, and a figure of a shepherd boy appeared.
Originally this was a normal thing, but Fahai felt refreshed.
"This is……"
In an instant, Fahai's whole body of magic energy focused on his eyes, and his consciousness and Dharma image came out of his body, traveling into Xu Xian's mind, which was a memory that did not appear to be abnormal in the eyes of others.
This is an unknown mountain peak. When Fa Hai looked around, he could only see the winding peaks of the mountains and the lush green trees. It was difficult to tell when and where he was.
Looking up at the sky, the sun is blazing in the sky, the weather is hot and dry, it seems to be midsummer.
"This memory comes from a hundred generations before Xu Xian, at least before the Han Dynasty..."
Just as Fa Hai was counting with his fingers, he suddenly saw a person walking slowly in the forest. He looked about fifty years old and was very ferocious. His clothes were shabby and his whole body exuded a strong smell of medicine.
This man was walking through the forest, sweating profusely. As he walked, he grabbed handfuls of realgar powder from his medicine bag and sprinkled it into the green weeds on both sides. His eyes were carefully staring at the grass, and his arms were covered with realgar.
Xun Mo seems to be catching mountain snakes.
"Whoosh"
A green bamboo leaf was firmly grasped by the snake catcher. The usually extremely poisonous bamboo leaf was like a cartilaginous worm in this person's hands. Without seeing how the snake catcher acted, the bamboo leaf had been grasped by him.
The chest and abdomen were cut open and the snake gallbladder was taken out.
"Another one, if I catch ten or eight more, I, Old Su, can go to the Yihongyuan in the town and have some fun again, haha~"
The snake catcher seemed to be very excited, so he collected the snake's gall, put the dead snake's body into a backpack behind him, and moved forward to look for it again.
"Where to run?"
Suddenly a white shadow flashed, and the snake catcher unexpectedly caught another white snake from the green grass. This snake was only an inch long. It was pure white with no trace of color, but it seemed to have been seriously injured. Now
After being sprayed with realgar powder, his body was extremely weak, and the snake catcher held it firmly in his hands. His eyes seemed to be human, and he stared at the snake catcher in front of him with fear, and there was sadness and pleading in his eyes.
Color flashed.
"What a strange snake. I, Old Su, have been catching snakes all my life, and I have never seen such a psychic snake. Could it be that this is a snake spirit?!"
Although the snake catcher held the white snake firmly in his hand, he was not in a hurry to take the courage. Looking at the white snake's mysterious eyes, a trace of fear and hesitation flashed in his eyes. Although he has been catching snakes for a living all year round, the mountain
He also didn't want to provoke the basilisk or the like, but the snake in front of him was obviously injured and didn't pose much of a threat, and he didn't want to let go of the windfall so easily.
Just when the snake catcher was hesitant, melodious flute sounds came from far away, and he saw an eleven or twelve-year-old shepherd boy riding a green cow from the forest. This shepherd boy looked very delicate, as if in heaven.
Like a golden boy descending from the earth, he was holding a recorder and sitting on the back of an ox with a bamboo basket on his back. His big, watery eyes fell on the white snake in the snake catcher's hand.
"Uncle, this snake is so beautiful and curious. Please don't kill it, just let it go."
The shepherd boy came to the snake catcher and looked at the helpless white snake in his hand. His eyes met and he felt sad. He couldn't bear the disastrous dissection of the white snake's belly and guts, so he mustered up the courage to plead with the snake catcher.
"snort!"
When the snake catcher saw the shepherd boy coming uninvited and interceding on behalf of the white snake, he couldn't help snorting coldly and said disdainfully, "What do you know, little kid? This snake looks pitiful, but it is extremely poisonous and holds a grudge. If I
Once I let it go, there's no guarantee it won't bite me back in the future, not to mention the money I got..."
The snake catcher was also hesitant. A person like him, who had been looking for a living in the mountains all year round, didn't want to offend the spirits, but he was reluctant to let go.
The innocent heart of the shepherd boy could not see the snake catcher's hesitation. He stretched out his white and tender little hand and took the snake catcher's arm to catch the snake. He begged, "Uncle, just let it go. I see you are covered with blood."
Sweating profusely, I must be thirsty and hungry, so why not, I have some freshly picked Polygonatum ginseng here, and I will exchange it with you."
After saying that, the snake catcher couldn't help but refuse, so the shepherd boy took out a large amount of Polygonatum ginseng from the bamboo basket behind his back and forced it into the snake catcher's hands.
"this……"
Polygonatum ginseng is a rare medicinal material with high value. The snake catcher seemed to feel that he had taken advantage of a young child, and he felt a little embarrassed. His eyes repeatedly switched between the white snake and Polygonatum ginseng in his hand, and finally made up his mind.
He raised his hand and threw the white snake into the grass.
"Uncle, thank you!"
Seeing that the snake catcher really let the white snake go, the shepherd boy's young face was full of gratitude, but he was worried that the snake catcher would catch the white snake again after he left. He had an idea and said, "Uncle, I see you are hungry again."
You're tired, why don't you sit down and have something to eat, and I'll play the flute for you."
"Haha, you are such a kind-hearted kid, okay, I'll just rest here for a while and listen to you playing the flute." The snake catcher couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this, and he simply sat down.
"Great~"
The shepherd boy was overjoyed when he heard the words. He immediately put the flute to his mouth with both hands and started playing. The melodious sound of the flute sounded and spread through the trees in the forest. The breeze blew through, and the shadows of the trees were dancing. An old and a young boy sat opposite each other, looking very good.
A scene of harmony.
At this time, the two of them did not notice that the abandoned white snake was not in a hurry to escape, but hovered on a tall tree, looking at the shepherd boy playing the flute, with a pair of snake eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.
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"This must be the encounter between White Snake and Xu Xian, and a long-lasting love relationship was born from this. However, there is something wrong with this painting style. Let me, Fahai, change it..."