"Come on, come on, the imps are all around me, it's time to tell the story."

An old monk with a bare head sat on the threshold of the antechamber of an abandoned temple, and a group of children immediately ran over from the open space in front of the temple when they heard his shout, and sat down in front of the old man obediently in the blink of an eye.

In this vicinity, it is estimated that the only thing that can make this group of 'wild monkeys' so obedient is the sweeping monk of this abandoned temple.

said that he was a sweeping monk, he was also the abbot and acquaintance here, in fact, he was the only monk who remained in this abandoned monastery.

This is the only remaining monastery in the 12th district, and there is only an old man with half a foot in the coffin guarding the tens of thousands of square meters.

Although the temple is fully functional, it has not been repaired for many years, and all the buildings of the temple are very old, and there is a feeling that it is about to collapse in a heavy rain, and it is a miraculous thing that it has not been demolished as a dangerous building.

Although adults have rarely visited this place for more than a decade, I don't know when it became a place for children to play, and when school is over, children from the neighborhood gather here.

The old monk did not drive them away, but let the children play here, and over time the children became familiar with him.

The interaction between the elderly and the children is nothing more than telling stories, the past of the elderly, the fairy tales of the bad streets, the well-known myths and legends, and the weird and bizarre folk tales, which are the most popular among the children.

"Bald grandpa, what story are you telling today?"

A group of children shouted, like a flock of sparrows chirping in the morning.

"Good, good." The bald monk touched his bare chin rather bitterly and said kindly.

"Hmm......"

The monk raised his head slightly, as if he was agonizing over what story to tell, and just when the children could not wait, he spoke.

"Today, I'm going to tell you the story of the broom god."

"Huh?! Broom god? ”

"What is this, it sounds so inferior." After one of the more noisy children took the lead, the other children also coaxed.

In their opinion, as long as it is related to "God", it is absolutely holy and holy existence, and broom God or something sounds too cheap.

"Grandpa, tell us some interesting stories!!"

Maybe it's because the story has been told too much, and the tastes of this group of children have become more and more tricky, and they have even begun to shout for the old monk to change the story.

However, the old monk ignored this and continued to talk on his own.

"In fact, it's not just the broom god, there are also strange little ......gods in this world, such as the broken bowl god, the Tang umbrella god, the wooden knife god, the curtain god, the bedding god, etc."

"No, to be precise, they are not gods, they should be said to be between monsters and gods."

"Fu Fu Funeral God", that's their name."

These three words seemed to have a different kind of magic, and instantly attracted the attention of all the children present.

According to folk legends, when an artifact is left unattended for a hundred years, it absorbs the essence of heaven and earth for a hundred years, and accumulates a hundred years of resentment or spiritual power, and eventually it will evolve into a spiritual monster.

This type of monster is known to the world, "Fu Fu God".

What the old monk told the children today is the story of "Fu Fu Fu God".

In about ten minutes, the story was over.

Although there are still complaints at first, by the end of the story, most of the children look like they can't get enough of it.

The old monk looked up at the sky, the sun was on the horizon, and the originally blue sky had turned orange and yellow.

"It's getting late, it's time for you to go home, kids." The old monk reminded.

"Hey!" After being reminded by the old monk, the children realized that the sky had darkened and it was already time for the curfew.

"It doesn't feel like it took long!"

"Remember to come over tomorrow morning!"

After the children said goodbye excitedly, they dispersed and went back to their respective homes, leaving only a little girl still sitting in place with her brain melon seeds, not knowing what she was thinking about, and she didn't even notice that the children around her were gone.

The old monk's calloused hands shook in front of the little girl, and seeing that she still did not respond, he had no choice but to ask out loud.

"Xiaolian, what are you thinking, don't go home yet?"

"Grandpa, is this story true or false?" Xiaolian raised her head and looked at the old monk and asked innocently.

The old monk looked at Xiaolian's innocent eyes, thought for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Xiaolian, have you ever heard of 'Yan Ling'? ”

"Words contain spiritual power, and if a large number of rumored words are gathered, new souls will be born, so ...... Is this story true? The old monk replied in a non-compliant manner.

"Okay, this is the second story, it's time to go home Xiaolian, it's dark but there will be monsters to catch the children who don't go home obediently."

For what the old monk said, Xiaolian was not afraid, but laughed happily, and obediently said goodbye to the old monk and went home obediently.

The old monk stood there and watched the back of the little girl leaving, and it was not until the girl's figure disappeared that he turned and entered the monastery.

The next day, there was no Xiaolian among the children who came to the temple to play, and on the third day, Xiaolian still did not come.

The old monk had heard from the children that Xiaolian seemed to be sick, and she had not been out of the house since she returned home that day, not even to school.

After the children returned home, the old monk walked away to the depths of the monastery with a serious face, and there was a small ancient pagoda in the depths of the monastery.

Although it is a small tower, it is also tens of meters high, and this thin and tall tower can be faintly seen from a radius of hundreds of miles.

This small ancient pagoda is imagined by the children in the vicinity as the "Sealing Tower", which is a sacred tower used to seal the demons and monsters in the area in the fantasy world.

In reality, however, it's nothing more than a mediocre tower with no magical powers.

The old monk walked into the tower and walked to the top.

The tower was pitch black, the smell of rotting wood floated around, and each step caused the floor to creak and creak, but the old monk walked very steadily.

"It's time to wake up." The old monk stood at the top of the stairs and said towards the darkness in front of him.

A pair of bright eyes suddenly appeared in the darkness.

"Awake all the time, old man."

The immature and crisp voice sounded on the top floor, which was obviously a very good juvenile voice, but the tone sounded very bad, giving people a feeling of flying and domineering.

"There's a job."

The card shot like a throwing knife at where the boy was.

"Hmph." With a cold snort, the boy's breath vanished in the tower.

……

At the same time, at this moment, in the attic where Xiaolian's family hoarded old things, the sound of a little girl sobbing came from time to time.

The attic, where many old objects were piled up, was now covered with long black hair, which was curly and twisted around the debris.

The floor, windows, ceilings are everywhere black hair fills the attic,

In the center of the attic, Xiaolian sat slumped and cried quietly, her long hair extending around her head.

On her head was an ancient white jade hairpin, and it was this strange hairpin that caused her hair to grow.

Because of this long hair, Xiaolian hasn't left this attic for three days.

Her parents were extremely worried about her situation, but even after all they tried to find a way, they did not take off the hairpin, and each of these long hairs was as hard as iron, even the barber could not cut it off.

Over time, this long hair has spread all over the attic.

Fearing that the long hair would hurt her parents, Xiaolian kicked them out and left alone in the attic to endure the fear of the unknown.

"You...... Is it really a youkai? Xiaolian's voice trembled and touched the hosta on her head.

This hosta is said to have been left by my mother's grandmother and has been kept in a cabinet in the attic.

After listening to the story of the monk's grandfather that day, she sneaked into the attic alone out of curiosity and found the hosta.

The hosta did not become a "Fu Fu God", it was still the same as before, but just when Xiaolian wanted to put it back in its place, somehow she put it on......

The hosta still didn't respond, like a dead thing.

"Am I going to live in this attic for the rest of my life, I don't want to ......"

Xiaolian was frightened by her own thoughts, holding her knees and trembling continuously.

After all, she was just a seven-year-old girl, no matter how sensible and mature she was, she couldn't bear the loneliness of staying in this room and being isolated from the world for the rest of her life.

"Bang!"

Just when Xiaolian was immersed in grief, the ceiling suddenly cracked.

"Is it just a little ghost?" The immature and crisp young man's voice in the temple tower sounded in front of Xiaolian.

A hole was broken in the ceiling of the attic, and the moonlight shone through the gloomy attic, and a boy of fifteen or sixteen appeared in front of Xiaolian.

Xiaolian looked up, surprised that this unknown boy appeared in a way that fell from the sky.

The young man has handsome features, white hair, and is dressed in black clothes, which is impossible to forget as long as he has seen him once, but Xiaolian has not seen this little brother in the nearby street.

"You ......"

Xiaolian just wanted to say something, but the long hair around her seemed to feel threatened, and all of them came alive at this moment, attacking the young man from all directions in various ways such as whipping, stabbing, and whipping.

A dazzling full moon appeared in front of Xiaolian's eyes without warning.

Even the garden cutter's stiff hair, which even the garden cutter couldn't cut, turned into a few knots and fell to the ground.

A long sword slightly longer than the boy's arm appeared in his hand, its white and flawless blade glowing faintly in the moonlight.

"Ahhh!!!!hh

A piercing scream came from the hosta in Xiaolian's hair, and the dense hair actually constituted a hideous monster on Xiaolian's head.

A "scythe" made of fine hair swept all around, and many debris were cut into pieces.

When Xiaolian was clutching her hair with both hands, her heart was full of fear, the young man's calm voice sounded, calming the uneasiness and fear in her heart.

"Close your eyes, it'll be over soon."

Although Xiaolian was still nervous in her heart, she still obeyed the young man's words and closed her eyes tightly.

However, after about ten seconds, the child's curiosity made her can't help but secretly open her eyes.

Under the moonlight, the young man's figure flew in mid-air, not so much as a deliberate swing of the sword, but like a strange dance, like a moonlight afterimage, the sword light flickered in the air.

The sword and sword, many long hairs were cut off by the young man at will.

"Disappear, soul in the maze."

The young man's deep voice came out in the air, and the next moment Xiaolian heard a crisp "click", her head suddenly relaxed a lot, and she could no longer feel the weight of the many long hairs.

Just when Xiaolian wanted to open her eyes, a nameless strong wind suddenly blew and made her unable to open her eyes.

By the time she opened her eyes again, the boy had vanished.

Disappeared with it, along with the white jade hairpin left by the grandmother and the long hair all over the attic.

Xiaolian looked at the hole in the ceiling, if it weren't for the fact that there were still many pieces of debris on the attic floor, everything that happened tonight would have been like a dream.

"Prince......

The figure of the young man left a deep impact on Xiaolian's heart, but at this time, the young man had already returned to the temple with the hosta that was broken in two.

When the boy returned, the old monk was sitting in meditation in the temple.

The package containing the hosta was thrown by the young man from the door to the old monk's side.

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, and the young man's voice came from outside the door.

"A mourning god who has not yet formed, the girl is fine."

The old monk nodded, picked up the package on the ground, walked to the dilapidated Buddha statue, took out the hosta from it, and placed it in front of the Buddha statue.

As he chanted something softly, a faint puff of green smoke rose from the hosta and dissipated in the air.

"Won't you come in?" The old monk turned around and looked at the young man standing outside the door and smiled playfully.

"You know it's impossible."

"I'm a mourning god, do you think I'll go into this kind of place?" The young man glanced at the old monk coldly, and the next moment his figure disappeared in front of the temple gate.

The old monk shook his head helplessly, after getting along for a few years, this child's personality is still so weird.

……

I don't know if there is a god in this world, but the phenomenon of a demon is a real existence.

The appliance absorbs a hundred years of spiritual power into a spirit, gathers a hundred years of resentment into a demon, there are monsters naturally have demon killers, and there is a group of practitioners in the world who perform the duties of eliminating demons and drive spiritual power as a means of attack, this group of people is called demon killers.

Although there are ghosts and ghosts in the world, such as Fu Fushen, but with the efforts of the demon eradicators, he has been trying his best to separate the demons from the society where ordinary people live.

Only a very small number of ordinary people know about the existence of the "Fu Fu God" and the "Demon Exterminator", and this world is called the "Inner World" by them.

Recently, there has been a strange rumor in the "inner world", which should have been an incompatible existence, but in the 12th district, there is a situation where an unknown strength of the "Fu Fu God" is being raised by humans.