At the beginning of the first month, at night.

The temple village in the middle of winter is like being shrouded in a black curtain, and the whole village is gloomy and lonely, making people's bones stand on end.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thick lightning pierced the night sky. A thunderclap exploded, deafening.

"Boom!"

Through the flash, behind the faintly visible dark clouds, several huge black shadows overlooked the earth, and then the whole heaven and earth resounded with a mighty Sanskrit sound, and visions appeared frequently.

An old elm tree with a crooked neck that has existed for an unknown number of years in the temple village has always sprouted in spring, yellowing in autumn, green in summer and withering in winter.

But at this time, the old elm tree is extremely terrifying, and people must be shocked if they see it!

The old tree, which was originally crooked, came to life at this moment, and the eight branches became extremely thick and long, like eight crazy tentacles, like crazy demons dancing wildly, smashing into the sky.

As the breathtaking events intensify, the temple village becomes more mutated one after another.

First in the east, in the depths of the Hualong River, a huge black shadow emitted a turquoise glow, flickering through the river. In the west, the Dragon King Temple, the bronze giant purple light rose and swallowed the surrounding darkness, deep and terrifying. Then there is the ruined temple in the south, where the red stove is blazing, shining in all directions. Then on the top of the northern mountain, a round boulder burst out with blue light enveloping half of the hillside! Immediately after that, in the temple village, a three-hall courtyard was wrapped in layers of strange orange light. Finally, under an alley, a yellow golden light burst out, illuminating the sky.

The six rays of light rose and fell with the thunder and lightning, bright and dark, extremely strange.

And in this magical scene, there is another bright spot like a glimmer of fireflies, although it is inconspicuous, but it is never dimmed despite the lightning and thunder and the roar of the wind.

In the broken earth house under the old elm tree, an oil lamp flickered, illuminating the humble room with its faint light. A poor boy slept in his clothes, but in this cold night, he was only covered with a thin quilt. The poor young man's face turned pale, curled up in the quilt and shivered, as if he was enduring some great torture, and the whole person looked very painful! Suddenly, the young man's face turned red suddenly, and the sweat on his forehead like a bean slipped down instantly, and the whole person suddenly became hot.

The boy's dry lips opened slightly, and he moaned weakly, whispering, "Hold on... Hold on, you can't die yet... Can't yet..."

The strange and stubborn disease that the poor boy suffered from as a child broke out again with the first thunder. The torment of the two heavens of ice and fire caused the boy to fall into the cold ice cave for a while, and fall into the lava furnace for a while. After many times of alternating hot and cold, the young man was exhausted, and he seemed to be really about to give up, but every time he was about to give up, a soft call sounded in his head, making him grit his teeth again and again.

"Kid, wait until I get back..."

"Boy, break this cage..."

"Your life is not only yours, it's not time to die..."

"The brave are fearless, hold on..."

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A white cat looked around with bright eyes, only to see it cautiously come to the boy's side, bow his head and gently lick the sweat from the boy's forehead. Suddenly, the white cat's white fur exploded, and he turned his head to look at the desktop, but saw a rolled up piece of paper on the desktop, slightly glowing.

The cat stepped forward, curiously stretched out its claws and moved, but as soon as it touched, the paper rose into the air and slowly unfolded, with the colorful light flashing, a military general wearing colorful streamer gold armor, holding a green dragon long knife, majestic general, walked out of the paper, like the legendary sage Wu Caishen.

After glancing at the trembling white cat, Wu Caishen walked towards the poor boy and stretched out a hand to stroke the young man's forehead.

At the same time, in the six strange and bright places in the temple village, a majestic god of martial arts and wealth appeared, dazzling and colorful confrontation with strange light.

Immediately afterwards, in the courtyard where the poor boy was and in the main hall of the ruined temple in the south, a dazzling white light burst out at the same time, and the white light continued to expand from the earth to the sky. With a flash of light, the entire temple village instantly returned to its former tranquility, as if none of this had ever happened.

At some point, the clouds receded, the ancient trees took shape, and the moon hung up again in the night sky.

Just take a closer look, there are more cracks in the sky like broken mirrors. On closer inspection, a group of black people the size of ants were bouncing and rushing towards the rift, little by little, no one was scattered.

The next day, it was a beautiful day.

The poor boy in the earthen house had not slept all night, his face was still pale, and his body still had the aches and pains of being tortured. Recalling the painful scene last night, the boy couldn't help but shudder. This experience had long been accustomed to this fifteen-year-old boy, but what he didn't know was when the next episode would be, or if he would be able to survive it.

In the second half of the night, the pain gradually subsided, but what kept the boy from tossing and turning and still unable to sleep was a secret he learned years ago. The boy was desperate to find out the secret, because it was about his parents and the cause of his strange illness, or whether he could continue to live!

Lying on the bed, the boy tossed and turned and wondered who in the village would know about it, but he had no clue. It wasn't until the sky was bright that the poor boy dragged his tired body and got up from the bed.

Today is the fifth day of the first lunar month, and the yellow calendar says that it is the day to welcome the God of Wealth.

But looking at the elm branches that filled the yard with a mess, the thick one was much thicker than his arm, and the young man was extremely curious about how powerful the wind and rain last night was! After a full hour, the small courtyard returned to tidyness, the young man took a heavy breath, the cool air made him feel much more comfortable, leaning on a bluestone pillar in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the crooked old remnant tree above his head, the young man was a little secretly sad.

The boy's surname is Yu, and his name is Kenshin. He also has a nickname named Yu Mutou.

Yu Mutou was an orphan, his father died when he was eight years old, and his mother died soon after. It was also since then that the boy contracted a strange illness that flares up every once in a while, and it has been seven years now.

Originally, a few years ago, the teenager still had two relatively stable livelihoods, one was a handyman for Mr. Qin in the village school, and the other was a helper for Master Lu, a carpenter in the village.

Two jobs can have an income of two taels of silver a year, the young man is thrifty, and there is still one or two silver left at the end of the year, and it is precisely because of this two silver that the poor young man is full of hope for the future. I thought that with this tael of silver, in another seven or eight years, he could buy a cow to plow the land, and if he worked harder, he could do it faster, and then renovate this old mud house, maybe he would be able to get a daughter-in-law before he reached the age of twenty-five, which is not bad.

Some people in the village say that he has no ambition and no pursuits, and this is indeed the case.

But there are unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and people are born, old, sick and die.

Master Lu, a carpenter, died suddenly a few years ago, which caught the poor boy off guard, and he had to replan the future while grieving, but what made the boy even more sad was what Master Lu said to him before he died.

That night, the stars were still there. Master Lu was in a good mood, he called Yu Mutou to his side and told him a lot of things, many things that Yu Mutou had never heard of. However, Master Lu's words always revolve around a topic, 'You Yu Mutou is a good person, you shouldn't be like this'.

Yu Mutou didn't understand why Master Lu said that, but he didn't ask.

Master Lu asked Yu Mutou a question that had puzzled him for a long time. That is, two years ago, why did Yu Mutou help a person who had nothing to do with him?

The young man smiled innocently, but never answered.

Master Lu thought for a long time, and then he suddenly laughed out loud, and he seemed to have figured it out himself.

Why?

There is no reason at all!

He Yu Mu wants to help, just help, where is there so much!

Because, this is Yu Mu!

Master Lu thinks so, but it is not known why.

Until the end, Master Lu seemed to be very excited, and he said that this temple village was originally a secret place, with a long history and isolation from the world. And there is a treasure in this secret realm, which is used to suppress some things with boundless power. And this treasure is closely related to the boy's stubborn illness, and it is also related to the boy's dead father.

After listening to this, the boy was speechless for a long time, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Little Wood is a good boy, he shouldn't have been like this all his life!

Afterwards, Yu Mutou clearly remembered that when Master Lu finished saying this, the oil lamp in the room suddenly dimmed.

Yu Mutou picked up the lamp and looked back, Master Lu just looked at the night sky, a meteor crossed by, and then he lost his breath.

From that moment on, the young man's heart, the lake that was originally as calm as a mirror, suddenly fell a boulder, amazed by the huge waves, and could not be calmed...

In the village, the elderly people are discussing last night's heavy rain, and there are different opinions.

The young men were busy wandering around, looking for strange things that had suddenly scattered around the village overnight.

I heard that someone in the east picked up a pair of dark green tiger head armor, which is very majestic. Someone else picked up a basin-sized golden scale on the west side, like the legendary dragon scales. Someone picked up a jade with a bright body, saying that it could be exchanged for a big house. Someone picked up a fan that could be both hot and cold, and it was amazing. Someone else picked up a bronze mirror, someone picked up a sword... For a time, the treasure hunting army was all over the mountains, and they never got tired of it.

In the small courtyard, Yu Mutou withdrew his thoughts, but his mood still couldn't be settled.

After taking a deep breath, the young man stood still and started a set of basic boxing techniques taught by Mr. Qin in the academy to forge his body.

The moves of boxing look a little flashy, and he was once called 'Niangniang Boxing' by an arrogant disciple named Lu Gui in the school.

Because, Yu Mutou has been weak since he was a child, and he can't learn those big opening and closing boxing techniques. Therefore, Mr. Qin specially taught him this set of body forging boxing techniques that seemed relatively soft, but he didn't expect it to become the laughing stock of others.

Yu Mutou didn't care what other people thought. On the contrary, since the practice of boxing, his body has gradually strengthened. In addition, over the years, he has followed Master Lu up the mountain to cut wood, and his legs and feet have become very light and sharp. Of course, this is also closely related to the tenacity and unremitting efforts of the teenager. Moreover, Yu Mutou believes that there is no such thing as strength or weakness in boxing, as long as he practices diligently and understands it, he believes that slightly inferior boxing skills may also be superior.

So every morning, you can always see the figure of the teenager practicing boxing in the courtyard, and he only practices a lot more than others, and he practices five times, ten times, day after day...