It's a small river on the edge of a forest.

The river water is crystal clear, the woods are lush, the air is fresh, and it has a completely different style of landscape painting from modern times.

Lying on his stomach by the river was a little boy, about seven or eight years old, dressed in plus-size jeans and a sweatshirt, which ruined the sense of harmony of the landscape painting.

The boy looked extremely tired, and he gasped for a moment, then turned over with all his might, looking at the clear blue sky.

In this warm spring day, I'm going to die. The boy thought.

The steel dome floating in mid-air that I saw in the small village just now is "Lv1" - the most rudimentary demon in "The Exorcist Boy", where the souls of innocent humans are the energy, the steel is the skeleton, and the sorrow and misfortune are the engine. A robot monster that has no mind and only knows how to kill. Usually living in human skin and hiding in the crowd, secretly killing people, and after being exposed, he will turn into a fortress in the air, destroying everything he sees.

One second he was still dodging the billboard falling from the sky on the office building, and the next second he was inexplicably in a strange village, looking at the demon in the sky, the boy was not good.

The villagers around him actually bowed down to the steel fort! I don't know which god it is. Don't you see its full barrel?!

Good men and women made a wish, and half of the village was gone.

If it weren't for the demon's attention, I'm afraid the other half would be gone, right?

Why save them? Maybe it's because everyone has black hair and black eyes, maybe it's because of the Chinese in their mouths

The boy looked at his white hands and fat sleeves and smiled bitterly.

The sweatshirt was newly bought by myself, but the body was not original, and I fell down when I ran away. The shoes were too big, he had already thrown them off, and now his feet were covered in blood.

"Crossing? Looks like I didn't dodge that billboard."

There was a roar like an airplane in the distance—the demon had already been found.

The boy was still lying on his back, with no intention of escaping. The body of an eight-year-old child, who has run several kilometers, has long been overdrawn, and now it is difficult to lift his hand.

Shadows covered the land, and the sun was blocked by a huge figure.

In the middle of the Iron Dome is a dead man's face, with eyes the size of an egg and no eye sockets. On the forehead is painted a black pentagram - a sign of evil in the West.

The face bowed his head and looked at the boy silently, like a tiger sniffing a rose.

The demon in front of him was obviously a death machine, but the boy remembered the family puppy. When it asked for food, the boy smiled.

"Crossing over to die, or dying under you, an iron lump with no intelligence, I'm really weak" The boy aimed at the demon and gestured with a gun, "biubiu"

The demon's mouth opened silently, as if he had been insulted. Dozens of cannon muzzles were aimed at the boy at once.

“Gameover。” The boy thought.

"Evil beasts! Die! The old man's majestic roar was like a thunderbolt in the sky, accompanied by a sword light, and slashed at the demon.

The sword light sliced through the demon's steel body, like a knife cutting tofu. The demon split in two and turned into a flower in the sky.

The boy's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a figure descending from the sky, tall, with a slightly hunched back, gray hair, stepping on the firelight in the sky, walking towards him.

Pure men never watch the explosion scene, this old man is socool.

"Doll, are you alright?" The old man leaned over to check the boy's injuries.

"My name is Li Xianhua, thank you." After the boy finished speaking, he fainted with peace of mind.

Although there were some twists and turns in the opening, fortunately, God fixed the bug in time, and Li Xianhua finally did not become an unlucky ghost who crossed through continuous death, he became a disciple of the old man.

The old man's name is Ma Chunyi, and he is known as "Ma Zhenren" in the industry. Ma Zhenren claimed to be the head of the 121st generation of Maoshan, and Li Xianhua said about it, because there are only two people in the Maoshan faction now.

According to Ma Zhenren, the Maoshan faction has been doing the work of exorcism and demon hunting for nearly a thousand years.

Li Xianhua felt incredible. The scene of dismantling the Gundam with his bare hands on the day when the master rescued him is vivid, is it true that the Maoshan faction plays like this? And what's the matter with the Black Order?

"Master, how do you usually exorcise ghosts?"

"Most of the ghosts are attached to people, the yin qi is heavy, and they can be identified when they open the eyes of the sky, and they can be driven away with the talismans and formations of our Maoshan faction."

Understood, this is to take advantage of the fact that the demon is still wearing human skin, and directly drain its soul, the three elements of soul, machinery, and suffering, without the soul, the demon will naturally die.

The bottom of the kettle is drawn, the Chinese are smart. Li Xianhua felt a little proud in his heart.

"But there are also ghosts that have become climate, like the one you encountered, it is a yin soul that has been cultivated for a hundred years, Master, if I don't have the protection of the Zhen Sect Divine Sword, I have to weigh it when I encounter it."

Li Xianhua glanced at the old man's sword, it was definitely not an artifact, not to mention the flash effect, there was not even a pattern, the bronze texture, and it was hard to chop wood. If he hadn't seen the lv1 demon with his own eyes, Li Xianhua would have wondered if Old Man Ma had peeked at "Tomb Robbery Notes".

It's a humanoid mecha! You say it's a hundred-year-old ghost?? With this level of knowledge of demons, do you dare to lag a little behind! Li Xianhua's reverence for the Maoshan faction collapsed in an instant.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Master, how did our Maoshan faction survive until now?"

"It's not big, it's not small!"

Li Xianhua was slapped in the back of the head.

The days of studying art in the mountains were very hard.

Rise at dawn and sweep the court. What this means: get up at four in the morning and clean up.

Which young person wakes up at four in the morning now? If you stand up, I promise I won't kill you!

Carry water and chop firewood, make a fire for cooking. Who told me where the gas is? Where's the lighter? What about the little match girl? I'm going to wrap you up!

Tie sandbags on your legs, take them wherever you go, memorize mantras, and practice qigong. If you fall asleep, the back of your head will be a slap in the face.

Sometimes Li Xianhua looks at the morning star in the night sky and wonders: Are he and the older generation really the same nation?

Li Xianhua once had the idea of running away, but once he saw that the master had rushed to the top of the hall without moving the ladder to clean up the tiles, Li Xianhua felt that he was jumping off the cliff, and the old man could also fish himself up.

There is not even a single pastime on the mountain. In the past three years, there was only one Chinese traditional Chinese version of "Journey to the West", which Ma Zhenren brought to him when he returned from a long trip. There is no punctuation, it reads like a book from heaven, and Li Xianhua is also excited.

The surrounding scenery is good, green mountains and green waters, but Li Xianhua misses the poor mountains and rivers in the city even more, at least there are cinemas, Internet cafes, KFC, and his own 5T hard disk full of Japanese female teachers

From time to time, Ma Zhenren will travel down the mountain and hunt demons. Li Xianhua was still young and stayed on the mountain. After two years, he also went out with Ma Zhenren. The apprentice wants to carry a bag for the master, right?

In the past two years, the wind has been calm, and I have never encountered a demon at the lv1 level again, let alone lv2. Occasionally, when I encountered LV1 hidden in the crowd, I was also drained by Ma Zhenren's soul with a talisman, and I directly exceeded it. Even Li Xianhua dared to tease them.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and Li Xianhua has an illusion in a trance: he has not crossed, but has just changed his life.