In a simple wooden hut deep in the dense forest, Ling Dajun was curled up sleeping on a small wooden bed. Since that day, the prince's wife brought people to make trouble, and he took his son to hide in the mountains, and hid in this dilapidated house where the hunters who went up to the mountains to rest on weekdays.

First, it is because the house is shabby and leaking everywhere. Ling Dajun came out in a hurry, and only took a few thick clothes. I didn't even bring a quilt. Second, the wooden bed is a little short, which is really not long enough for a sturdy figure like Ling Dafa. So I had to curl up in a ball, like a hedgehog in danger.

The heavy military coat next to him covered the body of his son, the two-headed monster baby.

At this time, Ling Dajun seemed to have been drugged, his limbs were stretched, and his calves were limp outside the bed. I slept sweetly.

If Ling Dajun woke up at this time, he would find that the underside of the green army coat was empty. His son, the two-headed baby, was cross-legged on his knees, his flesh-red hands were pinching, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was hanging strangely and steadily in the air.

Suddenly, the head of the main life opened his eyes, and his eyes were all as black as ink, and he leaned less, only to see that the black in the eyes of the two-headed monster baby slowly disappeared like a receding tide. Reveal the black and white eyes that were originally like babies.

It's just that these eyes showed an expression of adult thinking, and the small body that was originally floating in the air slowly fell back to the bed. The two-headed monster baby wiped away a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth with his fleshy little hands.

His eyes were like torches, and he looked at the void with resentment.

In the night sky in the middle of the cold winter night, there seems to be a muffled thunder explosion, accompanied by colorful fireworks blooming, which is particularly eye-catching in the dark night.

The monk's expression was a little solemn, he didn't expect that this monster was born with such power, not only can he cast illusions in the air, but he can also fight with his own mind from such a distance. Not to be underestimated. If it is allowed to develop, I am afraid that it will bring endless disasters, and then the world will become a hell.

"Amitabha."

The monk folded his hands and said a word. He took off the gourd at his waist and poured a sip of wine on his head, and there was a burst of heat in his throat.

The master once borrowed the supreme Dharma and used his life as a medium. For the common people in the world, there is a trace of vitality. That's why I appeared in this village deep in the mountains.

Before his death, the master said: Enlightenment, you are the most proud disciple of the teacher for so many years, and you are also the deepest Buddha bond. This time I exhausted my efforts for the teacher, and finally got a glimpse of a heavenly opportunity, you are a variable in this game. Remember, good and evil are always in thought. One thought of heaven, one thought of hell.

The monk found some straw at random and spread it on the ground, put his hands behind his head, and folded his legs into Erlang's legs.

He was an orphan and was brought up by his master since he was a child. So nominally a master and apprentice, but like father and son. At that time, he was the most wise in the entire monastery, and the master also cultivated him as a future heir, which can be said to be in the limelight for a while.

It's just that when he was 18 years old, he went down the mountain to experience, who is young and not frivolous, he fell in love, fell in love with a woman he shouldn't love, and killed many people for her. It's just that who wasn't hot-blooded when they were young? Isn't it jealousy and hatred? Don't you have a little sand in your eyes? If you can't even protect your own woman, then what kind of man is it?

The master expelled him from the master's door, and at that time he only kowtowed three times with tears in his eyes. But I was not convinced. Since then, he has been alone, wandering the world, and the four seas are his home. lived a leisurely life where one person fed the whole family and was not hungry.

Until the master sent someone to find him and gave him such a heavy mission related to the common people in the world.

The Buddha said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell."

So he came here with guilt for his master. With an obsession with yourself.

Then I thought about the current situation. I just need to guard the mother who gave birth to this freak. In a few days, the monster will appear on its own. In the past, there were people who guarded the plant and waited for the rabbit, and now there are guards and waiting for the stranger.

However, if a resentful spirit is reincarnated, it must be nourished by the mother's body for seven days. in order to wash away the ghostly energy. Become an ordinary person with a normal appearance.

Now the monster has not been nourished by the mother for two days, and it is almost unbearable to think about it. Tomorrow night at the latest, he'll do something.

Fortunately, there is still a day to go, and he can't be careless, although according to common sense, the newborn monsters are relatively weak, but from the short confrontation tonight, it can be seen that this monster is an anomaly.

The multi-day snowstorm finally stopped, and the sun shone on the white snow, glistening with a dazzling glare of bright light.

Ling Dajun stretched his waist, he had never slept so comfortably in the past few days, and looked down at his son next to him, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his small mouth occasionally clicked twice, and his breathing sound was shallow, like any normal baby, pink and tender. If it weren't for the partial head next to him staring at him at this time, and he felt cold all over his body, Ling Dajun would almost think that he was dreaming these days, his wife was not dead, and his son was normal.

Ling Dajun tiptoed out of bed, took down the steaming kettle from the fire, and washed some rice cereal. He stirred vigorously with a spoon, and waited until the thickness of the rice cereal was even, then he walked to the side of the bed and squatted down, scooped a spoonful and put it to his mouth and blew it, coaxing in his mouth: "Come, my son is good." Breakfast. ”

As if he understood, he sucked on the rice cereal on the spoon.

Ling Dajun looked at his son's sweet food and grinned. Through these two days of getting along, Ling Dajun was not afraid, and he also discovered some rules. Although the two heads of the son share the same body, the two heads are like two people, with different personalities. The one who eats rice cereal is always the one who is longer and milder. The other head always has a fierce look and is full of anger.

Also, Ling Dajun remembered that when he was born, it was obvious that the head of the master was the one who was relatively gentle, but since they fled to the dense forest, the head of the master was full of anger?

Could it be that the two children are playing soul swapping?

The next morning, the monk was woken up by the bustling sound of people at the door, the monk rubbed his eyes, squinted his eyes, and saw that the weather outside was sunny.

There was a crowd of people at the door.

"The master is really a master, he actually slept with the corpse all night."

The monk scolded in his heart: Rub, you just slept with the corpse, and your whole family slept with the corpse.

"Master Gao Yi, I would rather sacrifice myself to protect the safety of our village, which is really respectable."

The monk scolded in his heart again: I'll go, the poor monk is still alive, why did he sacrifice, why did he sacrifice?

"Master, that's a fairy-like figure, those demons and monsters can't take a detour when they see him. You see, every baby in every family didn't have an accident last night. That's why the master worked hard all night. ”

The monk was very satisfied with the praise of the villagers, touched his head and waved his hand at the people outside the door, quite a bit of the style of an important leader speaking on the stage, and said: "It is the duty of the poor monk to subdue demons and eliminate demons, but the big guys have also seen it, this demon subduing and eliminating demons is not only exhausting, not to mention, it is also a costly job." ”

The monk led everyone to take a few steps forward, pointing to the formation he had set up last night, just like a tour guide holding a small red flag, just holding a megaphone in his hand. Pointing to the corpse and explaining: "This corpse is a very angry ghost, a bad one will become a vampire zombie, the poor monk in order to ensure the safety of the party has used all the magic weapons he has hidden, you don't look at the simple materials of this formation, it has been opened and baptized by a high monk." Otherwise, this corpse will not be suppressed. ”

Everyone nodded frequently, and then looked at the monk with an innocent face.

Monk Qi knot, what's the matter with these people? Do you not know how to read people's eyes, or are you pretending to be stupid? So he dragged Village Chief Zhao aside and whispered: "You are a smart person in the whole village, you won't watch the poor monk lose all his blood, right?" ”

Village Chief Zhao was stunned and did not answer.

The monk said: "That monster is coming back tonight, but it's a pity that the poor monk has something important to do, so I'm afraid it's inconvenient to stay longer." ”

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Village Chief Zhao, who coughed twice and said to everyone: "Master is really righteous, save us from fire and water." We can't be ungrateful, besides, these magic weapons are consumables, and now that we use them, what will the master do to save people in the future? Therefore, I propose that each family pay for the master to buy some more magic weapons to save more people, so that everyone can accumulate virtue and do good. ”

As soon as the money was mentioned, everyone exploded, and a few thieves wanted to take advantage of the chaos to exit the house, but they were stunned by the village chief's next words.

"If you don't want to, you can leave now, but I can't guarantee that there will be anything to your house at night."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence.

Then came the sound of agreement.

"That's what we're supposed to do."

"Where can our family be missing such a good and virtuous thing?"

The monk looked like an old god was there, and the hand hanging down his side gave a thumbs up to Village Chief Zhao.