It was also many years ago that Xie Lian met a white-speaking fairy.

That time, he had just built a small hut by himself. As he was standing below admiring the new house, suddenly, a small voice in the corner said, "Your house will collapse in two months."

Shi Qingxuan asked: "What are you going to do?"

Xie Lian said, “Nothing happened. I said, ‘After two months? If it can still stand within seven days, that would be strange.’”

“…”

Hua Cheng smiled slightly, and then the smile faded.

The white-talking fairy hid in the dark, waiting to absorb Xie Lian's fear, irritability, and anxiety. However, it sucked in the air for a long time, and when Xie Lian had washed up and slept in the new house, it didn't absorb anything.

Although Xie Lian didn't see its true form, he could sense that it was probably very angry.

A few days later, a bolt of lightning struck at night and burned the whole house.

The white-talking fairy was quite happy, probably because it felt that it was burnt and collapsed, and its curse was fulfilled. Now Xie Lian should be afraid. However, it didn't. It still didn't suck anything to fill its stomach. Of course, it was unwilling to accept it, so it followed Xie Lian and waited for the next happy event to come.

Who would have thought that this wait would last for more than half a year? During this period of time, Xie Lian had not had a single happy event!

If it were an ordinary person, he would have given up. But Baihuaxianren has another characteristic, that is, he loves to fight to the death. Once he sets his eyes on someone, he will follow him closely, so he followed him and starved for half a year. Finally, the opportunity finally came.

One day, Xie Lian made a lot of money collecting junk and got a small windfall. The White-Talking Immortal was overjoyed. After holding back for so long, he immediately used all his tricks to tell a long story about Xie Lian's wonderful life after he became rich, where he indulged in drinking, whoring, gambling, and became ill and in debt. He kept cursing and talking. Xie Lian counted the money while listening with great interest. After listening, he still washed up and went to sleep, and the White-Talking Immortal still didn't get anything.

That night, Xie Lian's pile of junk caught fire.

After the fire was put out, Xie Lian, whose face was covered in black ash, sighed to the white-talking immortal, "What a pity. It's all burned up, not a penny left. I haven't experienced any of the drunken life and the worldly glitz you talked about last night. I think what you said is quite interesting. Otherwise, please tell me again."

This happened three or four times. Later, Xie Lian would even ask it, "Do you have anything to say? Do you want to say a few words?" The White Talking Immortal finally couldn't stand it anymore and ran away.

To Baihua Xianren, Xie Lian, a plague god, was extremely unfriendly. Either he had no good fortune and had to wait for years in vain; or he was accustomed to all kinds of bad luck and had no fear or anxiety; and his bad luck was beyond Baihua Xianren's imagination, so their curses had no effect on Xie Lian, and were simply blessings or daydreams.

In short, from then on, Xie Lian had no contact with the White-Talking Immortal. He even suspected that the White-Talking Immortal had escaped and then went to his own tribe to spread the news about how bad he was.

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan couldn't hold it back and laughed. Hua Cheng said calmly, "Is it funny?"

Shi Qingxuan also knew that something was wrong, so he immediately straightened his face and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, Your Highness." Xie Lian smiled and said, "Nothing. I think it's quite interesting anyway."

He concluded: "The white-talking immortal draws power from people's fear, uses it to make predictions come true, and then makes new predictions. This cycle repeats itself until a person is completely defeated and loses all hope. Therefore, the weaker one's will, the more one suffers; and the more one has, the more one fears losing."

After a pause, he reminded, "Did a follower of Master Feng receive such a prayer and ask you for help? You are the God of Wind, and this thing is not within your jurisdiction. If you receive it, you can hand it over to the God of War."

Shi Qingxuan said, "It wasn't the believers who encountered it, it was me who encountered it."

Now, Xie Lian was even more surprised: “Did you encounter this yourself? Baihua Immortals generally don’t dare to provoke the priests. Even if they did, as the priests are so respected, there is no need to be afraid of them.”

Shi Qingxuan sighed, "If I had encountered it after I ascended, I wouldn't have been a big deal, but...it's a long story."

It is said that hundreds of years ago, the second Feng Shui master was born into a wealthy merchant family.

Shi Qingxuan was the second son. When he was born, the whole family was delighted and gave him the nickname "Xuan". They gave him a lot of porridge and did good deeds. At that time, a fortune teller drank the porridge, saw the baby in the cradle, asked about the birth date, and said the following:

"After eating your porridge, let me say something. Although your son has a good fate, it is hard to describe. If you want to save him, you must try to keep a low profile and don't let him develop a flamboyant personality from a young age. Don't allow him to be in the limelight. Remember to make a fortune quietly, so that he can live a peaceful life. Definitely don't hold a wedding for him, it will attract bad things."

This was too unpleasant to hear, almost like a white-talking immortal. The Shi family was a merchant family, so they attached great importance to these things. They immediately lost face and drove the man away. Naturally, he didn't take his words to heart. A few days later, they held a banquet for Master Qingxuan again, with lanterns and decorations, and gongs and drums playing.

However, at the banquet, just as everyone was drinking happily and singing words of blessing to the infant son of the Shi family, a voice suddenly came from underground, singing: "If you don't have a good beginning, you won't have a good end!"

This sound really came from underground, drowning out the voices of all the other people present and shocking everyone.

The banquet was dispersed in a panic. That night, Shi Qingxuan, who was still a baby, developed a fever. He cried and couldn't stop. He kept complaining, and the whole family was terrified. The Shi family remembered the fortune teller who was driven away for saying strange things not long ago, and they looked for him everywhere and invited him back. The fortune teller said, "I told you not to make it public, but you didn't listen. This child has met a real fairy, and he will have endless troubles in his life. This high fever is nothing, it will go away soon. But this is just its greeting gift!"

The thing that hit him was, of course, a Baihua Immortal. However, this was not an ordinary Baihua Immortal that could be easily driven away, but a Baihua Immortal with the oldest age and the highest level of Taoism. How high was he? He could even mourn at funerals without attending weddings. Therefore, he was called the "Baihua True Immortal".

This "True Immortal" can be said to be closed for three years, and then eats for three years after opening. It has a sharp vision, and those who get entangled with it are all great figures with ups and downs and legendary lives. Some people defeated it, but they also fought with it for a lifetime and provided it with a lot of food; some people lost to it and completely became part of its source of power. It has accumulated for thousands of years and has a deep foundation. Now, it has rested for more than a hundred years. Counting the days, it is time to come out and walk. This time it opens its mouth and it must eat a big one. It happened that Shi Qingxuan, who was born at this time, had a fate that suited its appetite, so he was "determined" by this True Immortal. Although the little baby now can't understand its prophecy even if he hears it, the baby will eventually grow up, and one day he will understand it, and one day he will know fear. Moreover, this fear buried since childhood will be deeply rooted in the heart and linger.

Fortunately, this kind of spirit is often single-minded and thinks in a very strange way, which is different from that of ordinary people. Therefore, the fortune teller thought of a way to deceive it: first let the Shi family send Shi Qingxuan away, pretending to send him away, and then change the appearance of the son and send him back as a baby girl, saying that she is an adopted daughter brought back from outside, and let the whole family call this young man Miss, and raise him as a girl since childhood. As long as the Baihua Zhenxian can't find the baby boy he originally decided on, after a long time, he may not remember who he chose at the beginning.

In this way, Shi Qingxuan grew up safely to the age of ten.

In the past ten years, the once wealthy family gradually declined. The second master's parents passed away, and the family was full of intrigue and fighting for property. Shi Wudu was fed up with it, so when he was sixteen years old, he left home with Shi Qingxuan, who was several years younger than him.

The two brothers depended on each other for survival. Shi Wudu went up the mountain to learn from a master and cultivated his skills first, leaving his younger brother in the small town at the foot of the mountain. He practiced until very late every day and came down the mountain in the evening. There was no food on the mountain, so he could only go home to eat at night. One night, Shi Wudu was so engrossed in a discussion with someone that he forgot the time. Shi Qingxuan waited for a long time but his brother didn't come back. Worried that his brother would be hungry, he decided to send food up the mountain.

At that time, Shi Qingxuan was still a child and could not walk on the mountain road. It was pitch black at night. She walked for a long time with her lunch box and was in a hurry to go to the bathroom. In a hurry, she took off her skirt on the mountain road. At this time, a dark figure came from afar in front of the mountain road and asked, "Is that Xuan'er in front?"

When Shi Qingxuan heard someone calling his nickname, he thought it was his brother calling someone to pick him up, so he quickly put his skirt down again and replied, "It's me!"

The strange voice asked again: "What is your date of birth? Is it the year, month, day and time?"

Shi Qingxuan was even more surprised. Why did Yiqi suddenly ask about his birth date? Erqi answered exactly, "That's right! How did you know? Who are you? Do you know my brother?"

The voice didn't answer, and finally said, "Come here, let me see your face clearly."

This was a commanding tone. At this point, Shi Qingxuan finally felt something was wrong.

He grabbed the lunch box and ran away. As he ran, he heard a whistling wind and loud laughter from above and behind him. It turned out to be that thing chasing him closely, shouting, "You're going to fall down soon!"

Shi Qingxuan was so frightened that when he said the word "fall", he really fell down, breaking the lunch box and spilling the rice all over the floor. When the thing was about to pounce on him, Shi Wudu arrived.

When he saw someone coming, the Baihua Zhenxian disappeared. Shi Wudu picked up his brother who was covered in blood and rice. Both brothers were shocked.

It was discovered anyway!

After being hidden for so many years, Baihua Zhenxian tasted the first sweetness and began to appear regularly, becoming more and more elusive each time. This thing is too powerful. The family business of the master has collapsed. The Taoist masters that the master Wudu has invited are helpless, and they are also unable to smash millions of merits to convey their voices directly to the sky. Although it has never killed Shi Qingxuan, the two brothers know that this thing is just waiting to fatten it up before killing it. Now it only slaps you lightly to remind you to be afraid of it, because one day it will come with a big one. It's like a hunter who doesn't let the prey get a quick kill with one arrow, but instead shoots a few arrows by the body, teaching the prey to be extremely afraid, and it feeds on it.

It was like a torture.

Fortunately, a turning point finally came. After years of hard training and hard work, Master Wudu ascended to heaven.

As soon as he ascended, he immediately brought Shi Qingxuan to the Central Heaven Court and smashed the treasures of heaven and earth. After a few years, Shi Qingxuan also ascended smoothly. The Baihua Zhenxian disappeared from then on.

Shi Qingxuan naturally thought that it had finally given up and retreated. However, it seemed that this was just his wishful thinking.

A few days ago, he went out drinking with a bunch of friends. When he was drunk, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear saying viciously: "Don't ever think about seeing your brother again!"

That voice was extremely familiar. From the time he was ten years old until he ascended to heaven, he could hear it once or twice every year. The fear of it had long been engraved into his bones, like a thunderclap in his ears. Shi Qingxuan sobered up instantly, and ran to Pei Ming's territory in the middle of the night out of fear. He saw with his own eyes that Shi Wudu was just having a party with Lingwen and the others, and only then did he calm down.

Afterwards, he wondered if the voice was just his hallucination. After all, he had been traumatized by this thing since he was a child, and it had happened before. But after thinking it over, he was still a little worried, so he took Mingyi with him and came to ask Xie Lian about it. Unexpectedly, he ran into Huacheng at Puqi Temple. It was really a narrow road for enemies.

After listening, Xie Lian said, “So, Master Feng, what you encountered is completely different from what I encountered.” After thinking for a moment, he asked Hua Cheng, “Sanlang, have you seen the Baihua Immortal with your own eyes?”

Hua Cheng was playing with a pair of chopsticks in his hand and said, "Hmm? I've never seen one in person. But I know someone who has seen one."

Although Xie Lian was curious about who this “acquaintance” was, he did not ask too much. He only said, “How advanced is its Taoism? Is it really that powerful?”

Hua Cheng threw away his chopsticks and said slowly, "It's very high."

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan and Mingyi's expressions became more serious. Hua Cheng added: "It is different from ordinary minions. It is indeed difficult to deal with."

Although he said "difficult to deal with", he still looked calm, as if he was just being polite. However, it was not easy to get such an evaluation from Hua Cheng. Xie Lian said, "Master Wind Master, it seems that the problem is not small. Why don't you tell Master Water Master about this?"

Shi Qingxuan waved his hands and said, "No, no. You know, my brother is going to pass the tribulation again. What if he gets distracted by fighting that Baihua Zhenxian at this critical moment? I have to keep this a secret and cannot let anyone else know. I haven't told any of the priests who are on good terms with my brother."

A priest can not only survive one tribulation in his lifetime. The more tribulations one survives, the higher one’s realm, the more stable one’s status, and the stronger one’s magical power. Shi Wudu was a priest who had suffered two tribulations. Xie Lian had also vaguely heard about this during the casual conversation in the spiritual communication array. He was now waiting for the third one. If one is distracted, it is indeed disadvantageous. If one fails to survive the tribulation, one’s realm will drop anyway.