Eastern wilderness, Dugu Mountains.

The little monk staggered through the forest.

The shoes on my feet were torn, but fortunately, my feet had worn out thick calluses and I didn't feel any pain.

The Dugu Mountain Range is the last mountain range to the Central Plains, passing through the continuous mountains and jungles to the river.

Where the great river is located, is the Central Plains.

He wiped the sweat from his head, red marks from branches and unknown vines.

Soaked in sweat, it hurts extraordinarily.

He was originally walking on the main road, but there was news from the front that Quanshui City was occupied by a monster, and the road was impassable.

Many merchants had to stop at Beiyue City, waiting for the demon-hunting masters from all sides to gather and drive away the monsters that occupied the spring.

It's just that many people don't have hope.

I heard that many city lords were trapped on the fairy island and couldn't come back for a while, so the monsters took the opportunity to enter.

Ordinary Demon Hunters are no match for this monster at all.

Under the divergent opinions, the little monk couldn't wait, and took a shortcut with a bamboo basket on his back, preparing to cross the Dugu Mountain Range and go to the Central Plains.

After doing this for more than ten days, he has reached the inaccessible deep mountains and old forests.

It had just rained the day before yesterday, and walking in the woods on the mountain road, it was hot and humid, and the beads of sweat flowed down like rain.

Suddenly, there was movement in the woods in front of him, and the little monk hurriedly stopped, holding his breath and looking ahead.

Slowly, a youkai emerged from the woods.

He had a long head, a thin body, a stick on his shoulder, a wine gourd, and a lewd song.

Along the way, the little monk encountered countless monsters, but most of them were accompanied by people who either survived the catastrophe or escaped. Of course, it was more after the little monk took out the demon card and said that the son of the king of the Eastern Wilderness gave birth to his brother as his brother, and the monster respectfully released him.

Therefore, in the face of this monster, the little monk was not very panicked, but his legs were tired and he was trembling.

He didn't move here, the little monster hummed a little tune, twisted from time to time, immersed in his own world, and didn't see the little monk.

That's good, the little monk thought.

However, the monster twisted diagonally and crashed into the tree where the little monk was.

The singing stopped abruptly, and when the four eyes met, they looked at each other.

The little monk also wanted to sing a Buddha name, saying that his family was compassionate, but unexpectedly

"Ah" The bamboo pole monster shouted, the voice was very penetrating, and the cicadas were also silent, and the little monk's scalp was numb.

He was ready to face it, but he didn't expect to be caught off guard by this.

"Don't shout," the little monk shouted, "You're a monster"

If you want to say that you were taken aback, it should be him.

The bamboo pole monster just took it and shouted: "Man"

"Uh", the little monk looked at him with wide eyes and a look of surprise.

The little monk traveled through the Eastern Wilderness, saw a lot, and grew a lot, but he had never seen such a greeting.

"It's a man haha," said the bamboo pole monster, leaning down to dig something out.

The little monk was taken aback, took a step back, and said angrily: "You, what are you doing, I, I'm a monk"

Bamboo pole ignored him and said to himself: "Okay, good, I have made a great contribution this time." ”

The little monk was suddenly a little scared, and he recognized the monster that ate human flesh, but such a monster was unpredictable.

He turned around and wanted to escape, but how was he the opponent of the monster, he was pulled by the bamboo pole monster and grabbed the bamboo basket, "Man, don't run, there is something good waiting for you in front of you." ”

"What" the little monk was still talking, "bang", a wooden stick smashed on the back of his head, and he saw the stars.

"It's not dizzy" The bamboo pole monster had to hit a stick, and was shouted by the little monk: "Stop, stop"

"I, I tell you, I am a friend of the son of the king of the Eastern Wilderness for the rest of my life, you have offended me"

"My ancestor is also a fish," the bamboo pole monster raised his stick again.

Shopkeeper Yu said that when you go out, you know the times as Junjie, "Don't knock, I'll go with you"

Only then did the bamboo pole monster put down the wooden stick, "Say early, go, follow me"

He pulled the little monk up the mountain.

"You, what are you doing with me" They walked in the mountains and forests, and the monster pushed the little monk from time to time.

"Good thing", the bamboo pole monster laughed evilly.

The little monk resigned himself to his fate and moved the bamboo basket to his chest to avoid damage to the grass stems planted on the pots inside.

"You really haven't heard of the King of the Eastern Wilderness," the little monk asked, walking in front.

"Bang", the bamboo pole monster gave the little monk a stick again, "Who do you look down on, who said I haven't heard of the King of the Eastern Wilderness." ”

"Then you embarrass me, I'm not afraid that the King of the Eastern Wilderness will find you to settle accounts, but I'm her son's friend. The little monk said again.

"Huh", the bamboo pole monster disdainful, "I'm still the grandson of the king of the Eastern Wilderness." ”

The little monk looked back at him, "Then you have to call me uncle."

"Bang", the bamboo pole monster gave him another head, "You are still my uncle, uncle, your uncle, your head is quite hard." ”

"Whoever has opened the light, don't blaspheme the Buddha. The little monk hurriedly pushed the stick away.

"yes, help me open a light another day. "The bamboo pole monster is very interested.

"You also want to become a monk"

"I mean the ass", the bamboo pole monster touched it, was beaten all day long, and urgently needed to open the light.

The little monk glared at him angrily, but in exchange for another stick, "You wait", the little monk secretly decided.

After climbing over a hill, under the guidance of the youkai, he crossed a small river and then through a forest, and the youkai told him to stop.

"See," he said, pointing out of the woods, down the hillside, "there's a village there, you go into it." Why are you here, tell them the truth, but don't mention that I brought you in. ”

"Why" the little monk wondered.

"Don't worry why, and don't run, tell you that the whole mountain is our youkai. The monster warned the little monk, burrowed into the woods, and disappeared.

"Inexplicable", the little monk breathed a sigh of relief, at least for the time being, there was no danger of his life.

Otherwise, he was defenseless, and he met a monster who was not afraid of the King of the Eastern Wilderness, and he really didn't know what to do.

The little monk stumbled out of the woods along the path pointed out by the monster, and saw a village on the flat ground of the valley below.

Outside the village, the farmland stretches to the hillside and becomes terraced fields.

The little monk went down the hillside, but was surprised to find that these terraced fields had long been barren.

When he got down the hillside, a large cemetery rushed towards him, and in the graveyard there were simple graves, and the graves were inserted into wooden boards, and on the wooden boards were written words, not ink, black, and slightly red.

The little monk took a closer look and saw that it said that the tomb of so-and-so was written, and on a certain day in a certain year, his wife was erected.

At first, after walking through four or five graves, the little monk was terrified and shuddered.

These tombstones were erected on the same day

The hot little monk who had just walked away felt the cold, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He walked forward slowly, and the wooden steles stood between heaven and earth, like sharp swords, pointing straight to the sky, silently questioning.

Some of these tombstones are made of door panels, some of them are bed boards, some of them are made of wood, and they are made of almost all kinds of templates.

The words on it are written in blood.

At some point, a cloud came from the sky and covered the sky of the valley.

Three steps and one grave, the little monk walked hundreds of steps, there is a wife for the husband, there is a mother for the son, but the man is not seen for the woman.

He turned around, looked at the way he came, looked at the tombstones, turned into men, like guards.