"During that time, the Japanese came over, and the soldiers on the front line fought desperately against them, and a few cowards ran away and became deserters.

When the deserters left the army, there was no one to send them supplies, but they had to eat or starve. Deserters are hiding from regular troops all the way, robbing the people of food and drink all the way.

That year, more than a dozen deserters arrived in our village. They frightened the villagers with a few guns and bullets in their hands. Let the people of the village take out the food, first treat them with good food and drink, and then make a big burden for each of them, and then fill the bag with food.

The people in the village were reluctant, but they had guns in their hands. Besides, fortunately, as long as they had food and didn't do anything too much, the people in the village thought about dealing with them and not coming back in the future.

But at that time, the year was not good, and every household had no surplus food, and the dozen or so big burdens were just pretending to be dissatisfied. The deserters were waiting in a hurry in the teahouse, which used to be on the edge of our village, and there were seven or eight large tables in it, which was very spacious. At that time, the table was a mess, full of leftovers from the food they had eaten.

A soldier directly pulled a villager standing next to him to him, shot him in the head, and with a snap, blood mixed with brain pulp sprayed a large area, and the man lay on the ground and did not move. When the soldier had finished fighting, he called out, saying that if he didn't have enough to eat, he would continue to kill.

The people in the village who were present were all frightened, their legs were shaking like sifting chaff, and they couldn't run.

At this moment, a black cat came in through the window, walked slowly to the middle of the room, jumped on the table, and stared at the deserter with a pair of black eyes.

The deserter saw that there was a black cat squatting on the table to look at himself, and he cursed his mother, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the black cat.

As a result, before he could shoot, he was pounced on by the black cat and scratched several bloody marks on his neck. The black cat's paws were fast and deep, and they scratched the artery in the soldier's neck, and blood came out of the wound. The soldier fell to the ground, put his hands on his neck, and a large pool of blood flowed, and after two strokes, he died.

The other soldiers were anxious when they saw it, and they picked up their guns and fired. Who knew that the black cat was faster than a gun, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen soldiers lay down and died.

After killing the evil deserters, the black cat walked slowly through the gate. ”

Cui Jiu was sitting on a small bench under the big willow tree at the door, telling the story. He was an old man, and his age in his seventies made his face wrinkled, and he smiled and showed a mouth full of smoky yellow teeth.

There were five or six half-grown children in front of him, and behind him lay a black cat under a large willow tree.

At this time, the farm was just over, and only the dry and yellow branches of the bare crops were left in the fields not far away. Occasionally, a few villagers walked along the ridges, looking for the ripe fruits of crops such as scattered ears of grain.

As the sun sets over the western mountains, the afterglow gilts the land and smokes from the chimneys of every house in the village.

When Old Man Cui said this, the children didn't believe it, "How can there be such a powerful cat." It's definitely fake. ”

"Which is fake. The person in the village who was killed was Zhao Lao'er and his grandfather, don't believe it, you go home and ask yourself. Old man Cui lit a bag of cigarettes and smoked it, and winked proudly at the black cat lying under the tree. The black cat yawned, too lazy to take care of him, this little old man grew up watching by himself.

The children were arguing in a hurry, and I don't know whose adults shouted to eat, and the children dispersed in a hurry, and they no longer argued with Old Man Cui, and ran home to eat.

Old man Cui unhurriedly lit another pot of cigarettes, smoked it with a click, and then walked home with a small bench.

The black cat stood up, stretched, and walked towards the hill far outside the village. By the time it finished hunting in the forest and walked back slowly, Old Man Cui had already set up a small casserole in the courtyard and boiled herbs.

When Old Man Cui saw the black cat coming back, he said, "Wait another twenty minutes, and it's almost over." ”

The black cat nodded, walked to the steps and lay down, quietly waiting for Old Man Cui to boil the medicine.

The herbs boiling in the casserole were the first medicine that Old Man Cui learned from his father. At the beginning, the black cat was seriously injured and dying, and it was all up to Old Man Cui's father to save his life, and he was given this medicine to drink every day. Old man Cui boiled this medicine from childhood to old age, sixty or seventy years, every day, and he survived like this.

About the serious injury of the black cat, it is another piece of history.

It was probably in 1940 that the Japanese attacked North China and entered Rehe City, but the Japanese troops who had been advancing vigorously in the past were stuck in Cuijia Village, an inconspicuous small village, and they did not move forward an inch.

The black cat had more than 600 years of cultivation at that time, and called the wind and rain with a thunder curse, and every day the army marched to within three miles of Cuijia Village, it must be stormy and the clouds were surging, the sky was dark, and countless lightning fell from the clouds, splitting the Japanese troops into a horse.

The armies with guns were unable to move, so they switched to artillery bombardment, and the ten cannons that were brought in fired at the same time, and the shells rushed towards the village, only to be bounced off by the invisible shield over the village. After a round of shelling, the dust and potholes within a radius of several miles were flying, but the village was not damaged at all.

It's just guns, how can you get a big monster like a black cat.

The black cat single-handedly stopped the Japanese troops from advancing for three months, and in the blink of an eye it was autumn again, the weeds were yellow, and the leaves were falling.

On this morning, there were three old men in the Japanese army wearing light-colored hunting clothes and slender black hats, their beards were all white, and their exposed skin was covered with old age spots, as if they were very old, but they walked and sat and lay down, and their speech and demeanor were gentle and slow, extremely elegant, and they did not look like the posture of an old man.

One person holds a bamboo lantern pasted with white paper, one person holds a white paper folding fan, and one walks slowly with his empty hands.

All three of them are advanced onmyoji. They walked out of the army and slowly walked towards Cuijia Village.

Onmyoji occupies a pivotal place in Japanese history. Its art originated from the Chinese doctrine of yin and yang and the five elements.

The Tang Dynasty in China corresponds to the Asuka period in Japan. At that time, a large number of Japanese came to Han to study the Tang Dynasty culture, and it was at that time that the theory of yin and yang was transmitted to Japan along with a large number of literary ideas.

In Japan, there are sorcerers who study the theory of onmyo, and they are revered as onmyoji. It is said that after years of development, the theory of onmyoji has developed its own system in Japan, and by drawing secret spells on rune paper, onmyoji can channel ghosts and gods, summon aliens, and sign psychic contracts with goblins to drive them.

Later, in the Heian period, Japan produced a great onmyoji named Abe Eyeaki. Legend has it that he is half-human, half-fox body, so when communicating with aliens, it is easier for psychic to sign psychic contracts than ordinary human onmyoji, and it is also because of his half-demon body that his skills far exceed that of human onmyoji. Moreover, he is extremely talented and highly qualified, all of which have made him the strongest onmyoji in the history of Japan.

I have to say that Abe has contributed a lot to the development of the Onmyoji industry, and several outstanding Onmyoji have also emerged in his later generations, which have been passed down to modern times.

The three onmyoji walked to the front of Cuijia Village and saw a black cat lying on the big willow tree with light leaves at the head of the village.

The three men stopped. The onmyoji holding the lantern slowly emitted cyan light, which became more and more prosperous; the onmyoji holding a white paper folding fan closed the fan and looked at the black cat from afar, his eyes were like torches; the empty-handed onmyoji took out the contract from his sleeve, bit his fingertips and dripped blood on the contract, summoning a psychic giant snake.

The black cat lying in the treetops squinted at the three onmyoji in the distance, knowing that they were by no means idle. It stood up and stretched its waist, and its cultivation for more than six hundred years urged the Thunder Curse to work, affecting changes in the outside world.

The flowing clouds in the sky condensed together, accumulating thicker and thicker, and the pressure became lower and lower, and the entire sky was obscured by dark clouds, and there were faint bursts of muffled thunder in the clouds.

The black cat glanced to the far east.

"Today, the sun can't rise. ”

The battle lasted for a day and a night, the black cat's thunder curse was pushed to the extreme, the thunder rolled in the sky, the wind and rain raged, and the three onmyoji also used all their life's work to use all the psychic contracts they had signed since their cultivation, and countless goblins were summoned to this land: the winged big tengu, the resentful bone girl, the giant snake that was more than ten feet long, the mountain boy shaped like a monkey, the dog god who cut off his head, the angry Nojibo, etc., and other unknown monsters, appeared in groups, the sky, the earth, and even the underground, all gathered with goblins。

The lightning in the clouds was catalyzed from bright silver to purple, and kept falling, exploding in the elf group, the black cat drove the thunder spell, and the thunder and lightning fought in the goblin group, and the three onmyoji kept forming various seals in their hands, and chanted incantations in their mouths, urging the goblins to surround and kill the black cat.

As a result of that battle, two of the three Onmyoji were killed by the black cat, and the one who survived was also torn off one of his arms, and he could never be sealed again. The black cat's true qi was exhausted, internal and external injuries were mixed, and he was lying under the big willow tree covered in blood and dying.