As he had two lovely little apprentices at the beginning of today, he would no longer feel lonely and lost, but he would still return to that nightmare from time to time in the nightmare that made him frightened. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Five years ago in early March, an unusual night, in the early spring cold night suddenly lightning and thunder, followed by a downpour, was awakened by the thunderstorm only twelve years old Tianchu curled up in the quilt shivering with fright, the rainstorm suddenly followed by a few lightning bolts to illuminate the night as bright as day, followed by the sound of thunder and thunder, at that moment at the beginning of the day found a huge shadow reflected on the window lattice.

At the same time, there were two loud noises that shook the mountains and mountains in the main hall, and a thunderbolt blew down the gable wall of the main hall, and with a loud bang, the main hall collapsed, and in a panic, Tianchu was pulled out of the room by the senior brothers.

The young Tianchu was so frightened that his legs were weak and he collapsed in the rain and didn't know what to do, while the senior brothers drew their swords together and rushed to the main hall.

The sound of thunder and torrential rain mixed with shouts and fights came from the main hall, and the master and his brothers fought with someone.

The frightened Tianchu just got up and wanted to rush to the main hall, but was shaken down by a deafening thunderclap, he raised his eyes, and saw that the entire sky above the Cold Sun Temple was shrouded in a cloud of black gas, and there was a huge demon shadow in this black air, and the two blood-red eyes exuded dazzling light.

Tian Chu only glanced at this shadow, and then the entire Han Yang Guan instantly fell into a sea of thunder and fire, before Tian Chu lost consciousness, he only remembered that there was dazzling electric light everywhere, and he was in great pain like peeling his skin, and a black gas wrapped in golden sword light roared past him.

At dawn, Tianchu woke up, his limbs were numb and his body was so painful that he couldn't stand up, at this time, the Hanyang Temple Hall had been destroyed into ruins, Tianchu cried and shouted Master and Senior Brother, but no matter how he screamed and screamed, there was only the echo of his own loneliness that responded to him.

Tianchu vaguely remembered that last night the master and the senior brother were fighting with the demon in the main hall, Tianchu desperately crawled to the main hall, digging hard in the rubble, until the fingers were grinding out blood, and finally saw the master covered with blue and black marks, the marks were like the veins of leaves crawling all over the master's body, and the terrifying appearance of the master Tianchu will never forget.

Tianchu picked up the master and cried, after a while, the master's fingers moved, slowly opened his eyes, and squeezed out a few words angrily: "It must be ...... Want...... Recapture...... Pure...... Yang...... Sword ......", seeing Tianchu nodding, he closed his eyes with peace of mind and died of anger.

The treasure of the town hall, the pure yang sword, was robbed, the master was destroyed, and from then on, only a Taoist priest was left in the huge Hanyang Temple.

Twelve-year-old Tianchu buried his master and brother in the back mountain with his own hands, he lived alone in Hanyangguan and lived a miserable life alone, and every night he would be awakened in a nightmare by the blood-red eyes of the demon who would release thunder.

As he grew older, he discovered that the demon had left him with not only painful memories, but also endless distress and danger.

By chance, he found that the demon had left a twig-like blue-black mark on his back, just like what he had seen on his master.

Usually, the tea bowl-sized mark is not painful or itchy, but every time it is rainy, the blue-black mark on the back of the beginning of the day will stretch and even expand to the entire back, and then the mark will be faintly painful and unspeakably uncomfortable.

If it's just a little painful, the beginning of the day will not care, I didn't expect this mark to be able to attract thunder and lightning, as long as there is thunder and lightning, it will be in the beginning of the day, the beginning of the day has suffered all these years because of this mark, and what is even more terrible is that with being struck by lightning again and again, this mark has gradually become larger.

I heard that Hanyang Guan suffered a mutation, and Daoist Moqiu, the former friend of Daoist Yichen, the master of Tianchu, came to visit Tianchu once, and it was a cloudy day that day.

Moqiu Dao Chang is the head of the largest Taoist temple Ziyun Temple on Mount Emei, the Taoist skills are superb, and he is also very high, when he saw the tragic situation of Hanyang Temple and understood the strength of Tianchu, he made a decision for Tianchu.

"At the beginning of the day, the Hanyang Temple has been destroyed now, you are still young, you can't support a Taoist temple, just forget all this, don't be a Taoist priest, be an ordinary person, live an ordinary life."

"But I have already promised my master that I must recapture the Pure Yang Sword, not only to recapture the Pure Yang Sword, but also to revive the Cold Yang Temple, and ......"

"Okay, okay, don't say it again, I won't go around the bend with you, just because your qualifications are not suitable to be a Taoist priest at all, and if you continue, you will only achieve nothing, why waste a lot of good time?"

"But......" Tianchu kept scratching his back as he spoke, in front of the elders, it was really rude for him to stand without standing and scratching his ears and cheeks, which made Moqiu Daoist look down on him even more, and his face was already gloomy.

"Uncle Shi, I have something to ask for at the beginning of the day!" Tianchu was a little afraid of this Moqiu Daoist, but it was really uncomfortable behind this cloudy day, this matter had been bothering him for a long time, and now there was finally a well-informed person in front of him, Tianchu said that he didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and wanted to ask for an understanding.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Moqiu didn't like Tianchu a little and wasn't very polite to him.

Tian Chu took off his clothes and turned around, revealing the blue and black marks on his back that had expanded to the entire back due to the cloudy weather, although he couldn't see Moqiu's expression, but Tian Chu heard an exclamation.

"What a vicious curse! How did you get it? ”

Tianchu told Moqiu Daoist about everything on the night of the incident, and Moqiu Daoist frowned after hearing this, and said with a serious expression: "It seems that your master died under this curse, and he didn't escape with his Taoism, why did you survive?" Is there anything else special about you? ”

Daoist Moqiu looked Tianchu up and down, no matter how he looked at it, he was a talented and stupid child, but he couldn't figure out why Tianchu was able to escape this catastrophe, and finally simply decided that it was just a coincidence.

"That'...... Uncle Shi, will I ...... Will it die? Tianchu looked at Moqiu Daoist with a serious expression, and was even more afraid of him, so he mustered up the courage to ask again.

"Since you didn't die then, you won't die because of it in the future." Moqiu Daochang's expression was still serious.

"That's good......" Tianchu breathed a long sigh of relief, but Moqiu's next words made him gasp back the breath he had just exhaled.

"Although it will not die, but it is more terrible than death, he will make you suffer from constant disasters and suffering, if you don't break this curse, you will eventually be swallowed by this curse and become a monster that is neither human nor ghostly."

"Ah...... Uncle Moqiu, don't scare me, what should I do? How can this spell be unraveled? ”

"This spell is not something that ordinary ghosts can cast, and the evil ghosts that attacked the Hanyang Temple may already have the power to approach the demons, and the spell itself cannot be lifted, unless it is ......"

"Unless what?"

"This spell will not disappear until the caster is destroyed, but you can't do that."

"Even if it's impossible, I have to give it a try, Master and Brother are gone, I have no relatives in this world anymore, fulfilling Master's last wish is the only thing I can do, even if it is to go up the sword mountain and down to the sea of fire, I have to find the demon who can release thunder and lightning, take back the Pure Yang Sword, kill it and lift the curse seal!"

Looking at the thin Tianchu in front of him, trembling with tears in his eyes and shouting out the words just now, Moqiu Daoist sighed helplessly, and took out a gossip mirror engraved with golden runes from his arms, and his whole body was shining.

"Tianchu, since you have made up your mind, bring this with you, although you are a Taoist priest, you don't even have the ability of a Taoist priest, and you have to challenge such a strong opponent, although I can't help you much, but take this with you, this is what your master once gave me, and now I give it to you, it can protect you."

"This ...... Give me this? Yes...... Thank you, Uncle. Tianchu excitedly took the gossip mirror, full of joy.

"At the beginning of the day, there is a sentence I have to tell you, don't let others see your mark, otherwise it will bring you death, I allow you to do what you want, but the ugly words are in the front, if you are swallowed by this curse mark in the end, I will end you without even thinking about it, I don't want to see you become another demon, let the tragedy that happened in Hanyangguan repeat again, do you understand?"

"Yes, Uncle Shi." Tianchu trembled with fear and hugged the gossip mirror in his arms tighter.

Tianchu, who was holding the gossip mirror, seemed to have found a little sense of security, he gratefully saluted and thanked Moqiu Daochang, Moqiu shook his head helplessly, patted Tianchu's shoulder, and left Hanyang Temple.

Moqiu Daoist can't understand, even the head of Yichen who died in Hanyangguan can't understand, the powerful thunder spell technique, even Yichen, who is highly profound, can't be spared, why can a child with mediocre qualifications and extremely ordinary at the beginning of the day be safe and sound?

Even Tianchu himself couldn't have imagined that his predecessor was a boy who burned the fire in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, and because of curiosity, he was demoted to the fairy world by Taishang Laojun, and was reincarnated in a poor family in Emei Mountain.

Thanks to the protection of this elixir, Tianchu did not die under the curse mark, and he also resisted the attacks of thunder and lightning again and again.

Tianchu made up his mind to make Hanyangguan work again, so he cleaned up the side hall, moved the broken statue of the patriarch inside, made a simple incense case, set up two futons, and used this place as the temporary "hall" of Hanyangguan.

Tianchu firmly believes that as long as there is a big hall and the stone statue of the patriarch is there, the Hanyang Temple will still be there, and one day he will rebuild the Hanyang Temple with his own hands, and it will be bigger and more majestic than before.

But even the current hall is difficult to keep for the current Tianchu, the most feared thing at the beginning of the day is the thunderstorm, his mark of thunder has made him suffer too much, he has long been used to the feeling of pain and numbness when he is struck by lightning, but if he catches up with the thunder and lightning when there are many, he is fine, the hall will suffer, either a corner is struck by lightning or a wall collapsed, fortunately, the hall has undergone countless tinkering and is still standing.

In the end, he simply saw that the sky was not good, and he hurriedly ran outside at the beginning of the day, letting himself be struck by the thunder of the sky, as long as the hall was safe and sound.

Most of the time, these thunderbolts can't do anything about the beginning of the day, but once they encountered a particularly strong lightning strike, and the beginning of the day was knocked unconscious all of a sudden, and it took three days to wake up, and the scalp was scorched, but fortunately there was a bun on the top of the head to cover it, or the beginning of the day would have no face to see people, this lightning strike made the beginning of the day even more worried, for fear that one day he would be killed by the lightning before he found the demon.