With a relatively safe place to live, in the straw house, Ghost Cry pushed open the window, sat cross-legged on the bed, let the starlight shine all over his body, and began to visualize.

Everything, twisted.

The black fog began to spread at some point.

The howl of the ghost sounded in the black mist.

The ghost shadow surrounded him, and countless sharp claws shrouded him, dragging him, tearing him, dragging him down.

Underneath him, I don't know when it has turned into a swamp.

All the way down, all the way down.

Just when the ghost cry was about to sink, a rooster announced that his deafening voice made him sober up in an instant.

At this moment, I saw a dawn light coming from the east, splitting the thick black mist, splitting the swamp beneath me, and shattering thousands of evil spirits.

Ghost Cry opened his eyes, and at some point, it was already dawn.

Get up, get dressed and put on your shoes.

He walked out of the door, and the sound of snoring came from his ears, and the Pure Daoist was still sleeping in the room, but it was really loud enough.

At the edge of the courtyard, the ghost crying horse was gone.

Ghost Cry's heart tightened, and he walked quickly to the edge of the courtyard, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

In a bunch of quacks, the little Taoist priest took the big yellow dog and drove the ducks to drive them across the field and into the stream.

By the stream, where his horse was, eating grass stained with dew.

It wasn't until the little Taoist priest cooked breakfast, and under his urging, that the pure Taoist got up slowly, and under the instructions of the little Taoist priest over and over again, he reluctantly put on his pants.

After breakfast, the Pure Daoist bathed and changed his clothes, and finally changed into clean clothes, and his hair and beard were neatly combed, which looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Then, he worshiped Taishang Daojun, put on incense, took out a wooden box, opened the lock, and carefully took out the copper coins and turtle shells inside.

After a few divinations, he showed fatigue and told the ghost cry that the person he was obsessed with was not dead and was on his way to Hangzhou City, but his current state was not very good.

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The autumn rain is as fine as silk, continuous, and the water vapor is steaming, making the clouds and mist surround the river, like a fairyland.

Ghost Cry led the horse, carried the knife, and wore the robes and hats brought from the pure Taoist, and came to the riverbank.

Originally, the Pure Daoist was going to come with Ghost Cry, but a fortune calculation exhausted his energy and made him unable to accompany him.

As for the little Taoist, he had to take care of the pure Taoist, and he couldn't come.

However, fortunately, the Pure Daoist had already dealt with the matter of crossing the river.

Ghost Cry took out the wine gourd given to him by the Pure Daoist before leaving, opened the stopper, and dropped a drop into the river, staying for a while, and suddenly a voice came into his ears: "Little doll, but Ghost Cry?"

The scrawny horses neighed, tugging at the reins and pacing back and forth restlessly.

The ghost cried loudly and said: "It's down there, but it's the turtle prime minister." ”

"The turtle prime minister can't be deserved, but he has served the Jianglong King for a long time, and he can't be called this title, just call the old man and the old turtle. ”

As soon as the words fell, a dark black appeared on the hazy river.

It resembles a relatively flat boulder, with cracks like a knife and axe, and a little moss, and it looks like it has a long history.

Suddenly, a snake-like head poked out from under the boulder, the same color as the boulder.

He slowly approached the riverbank, and slowly climbed up, revealing his pillar-like four legs.

It turned out that this was a giant turtle with a width of two feet, and this was the old turtle.

Devil Cry stepped forward and handed the gourd to him.

"Why didn't the quiet little doll come?"

"He divined for me once. ”

"This baby is obviously so talented, but he doesn't use it, and he has to lie down for a few days at a time for divination. The old turtle hated that iron could not be made of steel, and then asked with concern: "Is he okay?"

This old turtle doesn't feel like a turtle when he cries for ghosts, but like a kind old man.

He smiled slightly and comforted: "It's okay, it's just that the energy is consumed too much, sleep and eat more good food, and you can make up for it." ”

"That's good. The old turtle opened his mouth and took the wine gourd in his mouth.

Then, he turned around, his huge tail hung down, turned his head, and said to the ghost cry with a kind face, "Come up." ”

The ghost cried and pulled the horse and walked to the old turtle's back.

As soon as he got on his back, the horse went limp.

"Let's go. The old turtle let out a soft cry, slowly got into the water, and swam towards the other side of the river.

"This time, thank you, uncle. "Devil May Cry is a very polite person in his own right, and even hell with years of swearing still hasn't changed him.

"No thanks, after all, you are a friend of the quiet little doll. ”

Maybe it's because he's old, or maybe it's because he hasn't communicated for a long time, and the old turtle chatters and doesn't stop for a moment.

He cried for the ghost and told how the Dragon King of the River gave him a headache, and told about his life-saving benefactor, who was the ancestor of Qingyunguan.

At that time, the Central Plains had not yet been divided into three kingdoms, and an empire called the Tang Dynasty occupied the entire Central Plains.

At that time, he was just a young man (the turtle shell was cyan), just in his 300s, and he had just awakened his consciousness and become a demon.

At that time, the Dragon King of the River was still a herring fish, and was taken down the mountain by a young man from the Taoist holy land of East Kunlun to the bank of the river, and the young man vowed to get rid of the evil dragon in the river and avenge his parents and relatives.

Then, he meets a 300-year-old teenage turtle who is being chased by an evil dragon.

The boy rescued the teenage turtle, and the two became friends.

After ten years, the boy got rid of the evil dragon, and the herring jumped over the dragon gate, grew horns, and turned into a dragon.

The boy was seriously injured, his foundation was damaged, and his life was also damaged.

He stayed on the bank of the river, took in an orphan, built a Taoist temple called the herring crown, took care of the young turtle, and the herring that had just turned into a dragon, and cultivated the orphan.

30 years later, the boy finally broke out because of an old injury and couldn't survive.

With his merits, he could have become a city god.

Unfortunately, he had no such ambition and simply used merit to make himself rest.

Jackie Chan's herring fish did not want to return to the sea, and chased after his master, becoming a docile demon beast, and later because of his long-term protection of this section of the river, he was worshiped and became the king of the river dragon.

And that herring view, also passed down from generation to generation, with the fall of the Tang Dynasty, in the war, the plaque was damaged, at that time the heir of the herring view was only ten years old, under the care of the old turtle to grow up.

After becoming an adult, the plaque was erected again, but because of the misunderstanding, the Qingyu View became the Qingyun View.

In this way, it has been passed down from generation to generation.

Before you know it, you've reached the South Bank.

Ghost Cry led the limp horse to the shore, and after walking for a long time, the horse gradually returned to normal.

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