Here is today's anti-DAO chapter ~ see the content summary for the time, and it will be replaced every day! =3=

“…… The ancestor grabbed the iron rope left by the immortals, and really grabbed a monster out of mid-air! It was covered in white hair, fangs and claws, and its face was extremely terrifying...... The ancestors of Wangjia Village listened to the words of the immortals, set up a square stone stele, and killed the animals to sacrifice to the mountain god every autumn, so that the invisible monster was locked into a human-like body. Even so, there are fools and madmen born in Wangjia Village every year, but they are not so crazy......"

"This time, the stele was shattered, and the old man was worried that the tragedy would come back. The Taoist is a person with great magical powers, I just ask you to stay for a few more days, and help Wangjia Village before we re-place the stone tablet to announce the mountain god! ”

Gongliangzhi recalled the village chief's words, and rubbed a six-piece fish bone in his hand. As soon as he let go of his fingers, the fishbone gurgled and fell to the table, the tip of which was pointing to the door.

The door creaked open, and the Ranger strode in. As soon as he entered, he went to take the pot on the table, and drank it to the spout.

"It's back!" Wei Zhao wiped his mouth, and complained without waiting for Gongliang to ask, "Today, I went around the village and outside the village, and I played with a few children for most of the day, and I was tired!" It's a shame that they can run so well. ”

"You're bold." Gongliang Zhi said.

"Isn't this the presence of a Taoist chief?" Wei Zhao shook the talisman papers given by Gongliangzhi in his pocket and stuffed them back again. Gongliangzhi sat on the only chair in the room, and Wei Zhao sat cross-legged on the bed and asked, "How is the Taoist today?" Did they say how to compensate? ”

"We stayed a few more days until they re-erected the monument and sacrificed to the mountain gods." Gong Liangzhi said, "You start forging your body, you don't have to think about it today." ”

Wei Zhao soaked in the forging soup and listened to Gongliangzhi retell the story of the village chief. He nodded as he listened, his expression changing from one to the other, like a drinker who had heard a story. At the end, the ranger looked surprised and said with emotion: "I have grown so big, I have heard a basket of stories about the mountain god and the river god, and I have worshiped a basket, and today I can be regarded as seeing a living one!" Hey, is the mountain god alive? ”

"Do you believe in the god of the mountains?" Honest and honest.

"I don't believe it." Wei Zhao said, "What temple did you pass on the way, and you won't lose a piece of meat when you go in and worship." I'm guessing most people are like me and would rather believe it. ”

"The mountains have mountain gods, and the rivers have river gods." Gongliangzhi said, "If this is the case, is there a god in the city?" Is there a god in the way? Does the stone have a god? ”

"Isn't there a city god in charge of the city?" Wei Zhao gestured, "The road and the stones are probably too small, I haven't heard of a god." ”

"Taiyi Mountain is three thousand miles long, and the waterlogged mountain is only a few hundred meters high, compared with the two, it is like a high mountain to a small pebble." Wei Zhao said, "If both have mountain gods, why don't some other barren mountains hundreds of meters have gods?" If only the former exists, who has decreed that 'a mountain is a few feet high but there is a god'? ”

"That's right." Wei Zhao touched his chin, "Everything has a god, why don't you see this god and that god fighting for territory?" If there really were Chenghuang, Hades, and the Book of Life and Death, they would definitely grit their teeth with hatred for the long-sighted monks. ”

"Exactly." Gongliang Zhi said with a smile, "A monk who wants to live forever will definitely not be willing to leave his name in the book of the little priest. So the great monks fought with Shinto, and the cultivators won the battle and drove the latter out. ”

"Get out?"

"Do you know the three thousand worlds?"

"I've heard of it."

"The power of the gods can create secret realms, cave heavens, and become a world of its own, that is, a small world. The Kunhua Continent itself is one of the great worlds, and if you cultivate to the Transformation God Realm and pass the Heavenly Tribulation again, you will be able to soar to the outside world. Gongliang Zhi said briefly, "A thousand years ago, humanity flourished, and the Immortal Dao rose, and the Shinto and demon clans were driven out successively. ”

"But isn't there still monsters everywhere in the world?" Wei Zhao asked.

"Compared to the great demons that ran rampant thousands of years ago, these demon beasts are just beasts with a little demon blood." Gongliang sighed, "Now that humanity is at its peak, cultivators can use demon beasts as materials, and in the past, talent is the ration of the demon clan." ”

"In the past, talent is the ration ......of the demon clan," Wei Zhao muttered to himself.

Gongliang Zhi heard a little weirdness from this faint whisper, raised his eyes to look, and saw the ranger's face frightened. He just thought he was too careful and continued.

"Several great powers of the demon clan took their disciples and grandchildren to the other world, and the same is true of Shinto. After a thousand years, the demon clan and Shinto shouted and fought in the Kunhua realm, and the power that did not leave fell one by one. Gongliangzhi said, "The true dragon is the best of the demon clan, as soon as he is born, he has the ability of Jindan, and he can conceive a baby as soon as he becomes an adult, even so, the last true dragon in the Kunhua realm also fell two hundred years ago." Shinto was even more traumatized, and it was extremely dependent on believers, and the faith of hundreds of people was not enough to feed even a god equivalent to a monk of the foundation. ”

"So, there's nothing strange about this village, it's just a bunch of stupid people deceiving themselves?" Wei Zhao asked.

"We'll have to find out for ourselves." Gongliang Zhi said.

"It's a pity that people in the village don't like to talk." Wei Zhao shrugged, "It's useless to ask them." ”

"We don't have to ask the living."

Gongliangzhi stood up, stepped on the seven star steps, and circled around the bath barrel. Wei Zhao only felt that the heat coming out of the medicinal soup was getting thicker and heavier, and it was gradually like a wall of smoke rising from all sides, and he couldn't see anything outside clearly. A pair of hands suddenly poked into the fog, white as jade, with slender knuckles, and grabbed Wei Zhao's shoulders with unmistakable accuracy, and lifted them upwards suddenly.

Wei Zhao's head was dizzy, and his gaze was raised in the blink of an eye. He found himself well dressed, one hand being held, standing in the foggy room. Gongliangzhi took his hand and stuffed a piece of talisman paper into his mouth.

"Hold on to me, don't let go." Gongliangzhi said, "Keep your mouth closed, if you accidentally let go of your hand, immediately bite your tongue and spit on the rune paper, understand?" ”

Wei Zhao was stunned and nodded. Gongliang turned around and led him forward.

The body became very light, and the ground was like cotton, maybe a cloud. Wei Zhao felt like a kite, being pulled forward by Gongliangzhi. The white fog was so thick that only a few steps away was white, and I couldn't even see my feet clearly. The furnishings in the room were all engulfed in mist, and Gongliang led Wei Zhao all the way forward, and nothing bumped into him. They may have gone out, or the room had expanded countless times, or the fog was fog, and the fog should have been empty.

Being held by that warm hand, Wei Zhao couldn't help but be a little distracted. Gongliangzhi's hands were quite warm, as if the temperature was about to penetrate through the shell he was wearing. He felt his tongue and teeth itch, and Gong Liangzhi's fingers seemed to rub his lips just now, skimming over the tip of his tongue. Wei Zhao's tongue moved, only touching the mass of rune paper.

The talisman was actually not paper, it was not wet with his saliva, and a small dry ball was squeezed on the surface of his tongue, and it was very uncomfortable to lick. Wei Zhao didn't want to bite the paper, he wanted to bite something else.

This foggy place reminded him of the Xuan Bing Abyss, but the sinister Cheng Dù here could not be compared to the latter. Wei Zhao remembered that they had just fallen into the Xuanbing Abyss and were desperately holding hands, and when the miasma storm was over, Gong Liangzhi's hands were all broken by him - at that time, they were covered in blood and hurt everywhere, and they didn't notice Wei Zhao's unusual strength for a while.

At that time, they were so busy surviving that they didn't have time to think about the past and the future, or anything other than the two of them. Compared to what happened later, this is simply a stealing half a day's leisure.

A figure appeared in the fog.

The fog thinned out at some point, and you could see the houses and shadows several meters away. The white mist lit up like fireflies, and when it became thin, it lit up the village at night, like the early morning when the sky was bright and the red sun had not risen. They walked towards the shadow, which became clearer and clearer, a man with white hair.

Not only the hair, but the man's eyebrows, eyelashes, and beard were all white, and he stood beside a house in despair, tilting his head and looking at the ground. Gongliangzhi walked over, stood beside him, and suddenly asked, "Who are you?" ”

The man was motionless.

Gongliangzhi asked "what's your name" and "where is this" again, and every time he opened his mouth, he asked him bluntly. But the man was unresponsive from beginning to end, not even alarmed. His eyes were straight to the ground, and his sockets were sunken like skeletons.

If you look closely, you can see that the man is very tall, but extremely thin, and his rag-like clothes are empty, revealing his skinny body. Gongliangzhi frowned, was silent for a moment, and led Wei Zhao away.

As the fog lightened a bit, dense figures appeared around. The fog was quite deserted, but there were no fewer people. The village was full of people, standing, squatting, sitting, lying down, cramming the whole village and looking much more crowded than during the day. The figures of these people were deep and shallow, as if they were painted in the fog, all of them were white-haired, skinny, and wooden-looking, and they did not respond to anything they said.

They walked through most of the village, passing through every door, walls and doors as thin as mist. Gongliang looked very carefully, looked at the room after room, and finally arrived at the shack that Wei Zhao had come to during the day.

Gongliang leaned his head in, his eyebrows jumped, and he quickened his steps.

There was a white mist, and the room did not look dark. They could see the child curled up on the floor, probably seven or eight years old, dressed in unobscure rags, handcuffed by four chains. The white hair on his head is sparse, his body is fat, and to put it mildly, he looks like a piglet at first glance. The shackles sank deep into his fat hands and feet, making his arms and legs look like broken lotus roots.

As soon as Gongliang entered, the child shuddered and crawled a few steps into the corner on all fours. The closer they got, the more the boy hid until he was in a corner. Gongliang squatted down in front of him, and the child inevitably hugged his head and hid his head under his arm. Unlike those white figures, this child's figure was only a little lighter than Gongliang's.

It's a living soul.