When Ling Shang regained consciousness, he only heard a terrible fox roar.

He was sore all over, and when he moved slightly, he felt the pain of tearing his muscles and bones, thinking that after the Xuanyuan Tomb transferred the vitality to Ye Mu Shen, his body was also frozen.

He adjusted his breathing and watched the soft clouds on the blue sky drift slowly, slowly clarifying his current situation.

He has already left Xuanyuan Mausoleum.

Judging from the degree of physical perception and recovery at the moment, the time when I lose consciousness and wake up will not exceed twenty hours.

Ling Shang was lying on an ox cart at the moment; There was nothing on the car, and the hard wooden planks made his back very uncomfortable.

On a narrow ancient road, flanked by vast grasslands.

In the twilight of summer, the grassland has already shown the color of withering.

A layer of ice was covered in Ling Shang's eyes, and purple blood oozed from his ear holes.

This place...... He walked away at all costs eight years ago and vowed never to return.

He tried to sit up, but his hands and feet did not obey him at all.

"Hey! Don't move! No luck! An immature voice came from above Ling Shang's head.

Immediately after, a thin body deftly jumped to Ling Shang's side.

The boy looked no more than six or seven years old, and his voice was innocent.

But his gaze was deep and quiet, like that of an old man.

What's even more strange is that his short hair, which is dense and messy, is actually white.

Ling Shang stared silently at the small white jade gourd on his chest.

He also had two circles of Buddhist beads around his neck.

The boy grinned, "Big brother, don't look at me with such hostile eyes, I saved you." ”

"Who are you?" Ling Shang's tone was stiff.

At this moment, a snow-white fox got into the boy's arms out of nowhere.

Snow Fox seemed to like Ling Shang very much, and playfully shook her pointed ears at him.

The boy hugged the snow fox, affectionately combed its hair, and kissed it on the head.

Only then did he answer Ling Shang with a smile, "The little monk was born without a name and surname, and he rang the bell in the Izumo Kuniji Temple. Master sent a Dharma name called Heavenly Sorrow, because I not only caused people to worry, but also caused Heavenly Sorrow. Later, Master felt that I had no chance of the Dharma and kicked me out. After that, I changed my name to Heavenly Feud. ”

"Where are you taking me?"

"Of course it's to go where the big brother should be."

Ling Shang blinked tiredly.

He had more or less guessed where the feud was going to take him and what he was going to do.

With his current state, he can probably only be slaughtered by others.

After thinking about it, he calmly asked, "What about Yanagi Immortal?" ”

"Big brother, you misunderstood me. I'm not doing things for Lord Yanagi, and I'm not a person from the young master of Mochen. ”

"Really? So who do you work for? ”

The boy grinned again, "Heavenly hatred, of course, acting for the enemy of God." ”

When he laughed, Ling Shang could see that he was missing two teeth.

Ling Shang was puzzled at this time, "You...... What exactly is to be done? ”

"Oh big brother, don't be so fierce. Lord Yagyu wanted to bring you to the young master, and I stole you out—you see, I was helping you. ”

Ling Shang examined Heavenly Hatred's expression vigilantly, and intuitively felt that this boy was very deceitful.

Izumo is a sacred place for Buddhism, how can there be such an evil child monk?

And the Buddha beads around his neck, as well as the white jade gourd on his chest, are not worn by ordinary monks.

The snow fox suddenly rushed to Ling Shang's body and gently licked the blood from his ear holes.

Ling Shang frowned in disgust, "Go away." ”