A hundred years ago, the village died countless times due to the invasion of ghosts, and the only capable person in the village, Wang Ji, died because of this and was buried in the mass grave of Houshan Mountain. Houwu Village also invited scholars to re-inscribe the village and renamed it Fuyou Town.

Since then, the demons in the world have been suppressed due to the prosperity of religion, and gradually entered a peaceful and prosperous era, and the demons and monsters have long faded out of the world's field of vision, and have been reduced to the jokes that the elderly talk about after dinner, which is used to scare the children who go out to play in the middle of the night and do not return.

On this day, the rich town ushered in a rainstorm, the rain prevented people from going out, Fuyou Town is a famous rich village within a radius of 100 miles, a rain down, can not go out, but also happy to be idle.

Drink and have fun at home, drink a cup of tea in the teahouse, and listen to the martyred scholar with a patch on his body talk about the previous book.

The scholar was not very old, but he also read a few more books, telling all the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes, and the people in the village listened to it with great interest.

But I didn't know that this heavy rain washed away the mass graves in the back mountain, and the trees on the back mountain were originally forested, and there was no problem in resisting such a rain. However, the ten miles around this mass grave are because of these hundreds of lonely ghosts, there are no trees all year round, only some flowers and plants on some soil bags.

There were no trees to resist it within ten miles, but under the rain washed away, the bones of those poor people were gradually exposed.

The bones that had been buried for more than a hundred years were washed out by a torrential rain, and thousands of unjust souls were not at peace, rolling up a gloomy wind, and the mountains behind were wailing all over the field for a while, which actually caused dark clouds to gather over Fuyou Town, and the sky instantly dimmed, and it was as dark as night.

A light suddenly flashed in the sky, and a white light that seemed to tear the sky flashed, instantly illuminating the sky, shaking the hearts of everyone who drank tea in the teahouse.

"Click!!"

Only a moment after the flash appeared, a thunderclap fell, startling people's hearts.

"It's been a thunderstorm so close!"

An elderly man in the teahouse didn't seem to be surprised, only said lightly, and continued to drink the tea in his hand.

"This thunder falls strangely, and the wind is strange, old man! You're older and more knowledgeable than we are, do you know what's going on? ”

"I'm afraid something happened to this back mountain!"

The old man glanced at the direction of the mountain behind him and said a word, but the people in the teahouse thought about it carefully, but their faces changed suddenly.

The mass grave in the back mountain, I'm afraid it won't be washed away!

The rain gradually became violent, and the wind gusted on the back mountain, and countless bones were washed out by the rain, which caused the soul to go crazy.

"Poof!"

The soil layer was washed thin, but a hand suddenly stretched out from the soil, this mass grave has not been buried with new corpses recently, but this hand is like a living person, flesh and blood, very strange.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap fell from the sky again, but this thunder fell closer than the previous one, and it actually exploded the entire mass grave at once! Countless bones were blown to pieces, causing the mountains to wail all over the field.

The wails reached the town of Fuyou at the foot of the mountain, which frightened the children into their mother's arms, and even more frightened the old people trembling, and their mouths were broken and thinking about something.

After the thunder, a figure stood atop a mass grave, hair disheveled, letting the rain wash over his body. The flash illuminates the appearance of the figure, it is Wang Ji. Wang Ji, who should have died a hundred years ago, stood on this land again.

Wang Ji's eyes were blank, and he raised his eyes to look at the soul that was wailing because of the incomplete bones, and pinched it in his hand, and scattered the souls of this annoying ghost.

Wang Ji glanced at his body, his death was real, but why did he live again? What is this body of yours now? Corpse? Devil? Still is......

The living dead? Wang Ji smiled, he didn't dare to take the title of the living dead.

The spirit dispersed, and the mountain became much quieter, and Wang Ji found his way down the mountain, and the rain had stopped before Wang Ji reached Fuyou Town.

Wang Ji is very unfamiliar with the brand of Fuyou Town, he has never seen it, the heavy rain is coming, and the young men in the town are worried about what will happen to the mass grave on the mountain, so they all go up the mountain with hoes and shovels.

On the street, an elderly storyteller set up a table, a fan, a wood, and a towel in front of him, and began to tell the story.

There is only one person who listens to the book, and with Wang Ji, it is counted as two.

Ten years later, the elderly storyteller died, and he was also buried in a mass grave, and the down-and-out scholars in the teahouse got together and went to Beijing to take the exam.

Wang Ji wore a coat, held a paper fan, one side was shocked, the other side was handkerchief, standing in front of the desk, Fuyou Town can be regarded as having a storyteller again.

But this storyteller doesn't tell anecdotes about the rivers and lakes, a thief, not to mention historical heroes and heroes in the green forest.

only talked about strange and grotesque, demons and heresies, and what Wang Ji said, all of which were books that no one else had ever said.

"Smack!"

The startling sound attracted the attention of the people in the teahouse, but they saw that Wang Jizheng was dressed and cleared his throat.

"All things are created in the world, and man is the darling of God. It is not like a mountain spirit and a wild monster, eating hair and drinking blood without spitting bones. People love gold and silver, and enjoy the beauty of the world. ”

"This man, who has enjoyed the blessings of heaven since he was a child, has wisdom and emotion. It's not like the mountain spirits and wild monsters, who suffer from barbarism. But this mountain spirit and wild monster also have their own cultivation methods, and finally cultivate to a human form before they can enjoy the prosperity of the world. and even cultivated into a positive fruit, and feathered into an immortal.

But the road to immortality is too difficult for this animal, since they have demonic spells, why do they have to go against the sky and dream about the road to immortality? Why not rely on your own skills to enjoy the prosperity of this world? As the saying goes, the vicissitudes of righteousness and evil are rewarded, but this retribution cannot reach the heads of these demons.

The road to cultivating immortals is slim, demons are rampant, and the world is in chaos. A hundred years ago, this was the case, the demons went down the mountain to make trouble, the people were struggling to make a living, and the two families of Buddhism and Taoism were once suppressed for various reasons, which led to evil demons everywhere.

Let's say that this mountain spirit and wild monster can't be cultivated, and it can't hide its original appearance, although it can turn into a human form, it is mostly terrifying. But among the spirits, there is one kind of human nature, which must be the appearance of a fairy. ”

"This is weird, it's related to the book I talked about next, so it's weird, there is this "White Fox Champion"!"

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