"Chun'er, are you going home for the National Day holiday?"

"Well, I'll go back tomorrow morning. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Chen Chun hung up the phone and sat on the chair, Chen Chun likes to sit on the balcony in a daze at night, only then can Chen Chun enjoy the silence alone, and can also feel them, although they can't be seen, but Chen Chun believes that they exist.

Born into a poor family, Chen Chun's father who worked as a worker and his mother as a part-time nanny supported his family, and his parents often spent the night away because of their busy work schedules when Chen Chun was a child. Whenever night fell, Chen Chun could always hear unwarranted sounds or see white phantoms wandering the streets, but Chen Chun never saw them again after entering junior high school, until Chen Chun began to study the supernatural theory after becoming a college student, and he was always skeptical about it.

A peaceful night......

In the early morning of the next day, the sun was shining, and a man was standing at the entrance of Niushi Village, Nanlu Town. Chen Chun stood for a long time with his suitcase, looking at the village where he grew up, Chen Chun always had a strange feeling, Niushi Village has existed for hundreds of years, and the hundred-year-old village must have unknown secrets, and only the village chief knows the secrets for generations.

As soon as Chen Chun entered the village, he walked to the nearest tiled house on the left side of the door, which was the only home for Chen Chun. Pushing the door in, the house was as messy as ever, Chen Chun smiled helplessly, and then moved to clean up, ready to surprise his parents.

A quarter of an hour passed, and the home was brand new, the furniture was properly placed and hygienic and clean. Chen Chun thought that his parents should be happy when they came back, and hummed a little song and read a book on the chair.

It's really boring to just sit and wait, seeing that there is nothing to do, Chen Chun is ready to visit the village chief's house, and the closest person to Chen Chun besides his family is the village chief.

In Chen Chun's memory, the village chief is a kind old man, and when he was a child, he heard the old villagers say that Niushi Village was founded by the ancestors of the current village head. It is said that the village was founded to protect a thing, some say it is a treasure house, and some people are a century-old tomb, in short, the village chief is also called the "guardian" in the village.

The flat-roofed house of the village chief's house on the right side of the village entrance is the most obvious, because the village is poor, the whole village has a flat-roofed house of the village chief's house.

Chen Chun came to the door of the village chief with a bag of fruits, and as soon as the iron door opened, an old man with a white mane walked out. Over time, the village chief has become a septuagenarian, with a white silk on his head and an extra cane on his hand.

The village chief looked up at Chen Chun, a little impressed, but the memory had long been forgotten, and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Chen Chun smiled: "I'm Chen Chun, I'll come back this morning to come and see your old man." ”

The village chief smiled kindly: "It turned out to be you kid, what is there to look good about the old man, come in and sit." ”

Chen Chun followed the village chief into the house, although the old man's house was large, it was also empty, and there was nothing superfluous except for the necessary furniture. Chen Chun put the fruit on the plate, held it in front of the old man, and took the initiative to walk behind the old man and help the old man rub his shoulders. In Chen Chun's memory, the old man often took care of himself when he was a child, but time flies, and now it is his turn to take care of the old man.

The old man lost his wife in middle age, although he also had a son, but unfortunately he died in a car accident at a young age, and the old man has lived alone since then. Chen Chun still remembers that when he was a child, the old man treated him like a son, and in this declining village, in addition to his parents, he also regarded the old man as a relative.

The village chief closed his eyes and said, "Chun'er, do the village chief a favor." ”

"What's the busy?"

The village chief sighed and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "The family will be extinct to my generation, but I still want to do my best, but unfortunately I am too old and inconvenient, and I want you to help clean the ancestral hall of my family outside the village." ”

After the village chief finished speaking, his face revealed a trace of helplessness, but it is conceivable how hard the life of the lonely old man is, every time there is no family to accompany him during the festival, and there is no object of nagging on weekdays, it is such a person who watched Chen Chun grow up, maybe in the eyes of the old man, he has regarded Chen Chun as his own son, but he didn't say it because of his good face.

Chen Chun smiled slyly: "There is no free lunch in the world. ”

The village chief smiled bitterly: "I'll give you the labor fee when I come back." ”

Chen Chun took an apple and bit it into his mouth and instructed, "Remember to wash the plate after eating the fruit." ”

As everyone knows, there are a few red banknotes pressed under the fruit on the plate, and the old man touched a few red banknotes in his hand when he took an apple.

The road to the ancestral hall was exceptionally calm, walking for nearly half an hour without even half a figure, and the grass rustled, as if there were bad signs, and Chen Chun always had a sense of uneasiness since the morning, but he didn't care.

Chen Chun walked carelessly, and at this time Chen Chun realized why the village chief asked him to sweep the ancestral hall. And Qingming is early, if you really can't call other people in the village, why just call me, it's really confusing, but these troubles were also dissipated by Chen Chun.

At the end of the road, the ancestral hall is located in the right place, and you can see that there are many tablets placed in it as far as the front looks at it, and this ancestral hall has existed for hundreds of years, and you can feel the smell of sandalwood when you stand next to it.

The inside of the ancestral hall is simply furnished, except for the sandalwood table in the front, there is only a chair, and it is indeed dirty, with a lot of garbage on the ground and cobwebs all over the corners. Chen Chun walked to the sandalwood table, and something strange attracted Chen Chun's attention.

Chen Chun leaned over to look at the bottom of the table, and there was a sigil on the ground that was unusually eye-catching. Chen Chun has been in the Paranormal Research Society for a while, and this sigil is printed with a strange pattern, Chen Chun knows this sigil, which was widely used to seal strange ghosts and evil beasts when Taoism was rising.

Chen Chun couldn't help but wonder why this sigil existed here, and driven by curiosity, Chen Chun touched the sigil with his hand. At this time, the white light flickered, Chen Chun felt a pain in his fingers, and the bright red blood dripped on the rune seal, and the white light of the rune pattern shrouded Chen Chun in it.

……

I don't know how long it took, Chen Chun's eyes slowly opened, and he felt dull in his chest. Looking at his chest, he saw a white cat sitting on his chest, Chen Chun suddenly jumped up, and the white cat fell heavily to the ground.

Something unbelievable happened, only to see the white cat screaming angrily: "Who is so bold as to dare to throw me on the ground!" ”

Chen Chun looked at the little animal in front of him dumbfounded, as if he had seen the most amazing thing in this century, the cat actually spoke, Chen Chun suddenly felt dizzy and wanted to fall to the ground.

The white cat pounced on Chen Chun again, scratched Chen Chun and nodded, and then said: "Sure enough, absorbing too much essence and blood leads to physical exhaustion, and ordinary people's bodies are fragile." ”

Chen Chun wanted to drive this demon beast away, but he couldn't do it at all, Chen Chun said angrily: "What did you monster do to me!" ”

The white cat scratched his head with his paws, and his lips were curved and he laughed weirdly: "I am a dignified Maoshan holy beast, the spirit pet of the ancestors of Maoshan back then, and I was called a holy beast by the grace of the ancestors, and I dared to call me a monster, if I didn't attack the lord, I would let you experience the pain." ”

"Raider?"

The white cat said impatiently: "You fused your essence blood into the sigil before I was able to come out, my essence blood is fused with your essence blood, I am one with you, I will die if you die, understand?" ”

Chen Chun also stayed in the supernatural research club for a long time, and Chen Chun had heard of this kind of statement. In Maoshan Technique, there is a technique of pact with the demon beast to determine the master and servant, and if you give your own essence and blood to the demon beast, it will become your servant. Chen Chun felt that it was just an illusory rhetoric at the time, but he didn't expect that there was a living case in front of him.

Chen Chun was puzzled: "Why is the dignified Maoshan Holy Beast still sealed here?" ”

"Since you want to know, I'll show you my memory."

I saw the white cat poke at Chen Chun with its paws, Chen Chun felt a strong pain, and originally wanted to scold, but the things around him slowly became blurred, and the sound of thunder lingered in his ears, and the surrounding scene was as terrifying as a battlefield stained red by blood.

Many humans in Taoist uniforms were fighting against the hideous-looking demon beasts, and over time, the advantage fell to the side of the humans, and many demon beasts fell on top of the pool of blood. At this moment, a black cloud struck, and a samurai wearing a red armor, a hideous mask, and a katana appeared on the battlefield.

With a wave of his hands, countless samurai suddenly appeared behind him. Each samurai had no face, and instead was a cloud of black gas. At this time, the situation was reversed in an instant, and although the human side resisted stubbornly, it was still engulfed by the tactics of the sea of people. Watching the demon beast tear at the human body, Chen Chun couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach.

At this time, the picture turned, and the dark night sky was full of noisy sounds, and a tripartite battle of demons and demons was staged in the canyon ahead. Human beings are constantly forced back by the demon alliance, and countless human beings are directly swallowed by demon beasts, which is extremely cruel. At the same time, at the end of the crowd, an old man with a white mane was talking to a monster.

The monster beast is huge, like a wolf and a tiger, with snow-white fur and the same black eyes as humans. Chen Chun could feel that it was difficult to walk beside this demon beast, and every step he took was as if he was being pressed by a boulder, but the white-maned old man could naturally talk to the demon beast, which made Chen Chun impressed.

The white-maned old man frowned and said helplessly: "I am ambushed here, presumably Maoshan has also suffered a fierce attack, and the disciples who came with me have also been killed and injured. The sky is going to die in my Maoshan Mountain, all of my Maoshan can not be buried here, I hope you leave here with the treasure house of Maoshan and find someone destined to pass it on, so as to keep my Maoshan forever! ”

The white-maned old man's hands were sealed, and the blue aura fell on the heavenly spirit cover of the alien beast, and after a few minutes, the aura dissipated, and the white-maned old man's body became shriveled, and finally fell to the ground.

The demon beast looked at the old man and said, "I will definitely let someone follow up on Maoshan to teach him the art of Maoshan and recover Maoshan!" ”

The demon beast passed all the way, and many demons died under the giant claws of the demon beast, but at this time, the red armor samurai appeared. I saw that he slowly pulled out the Tai Dao in his hand, and the demon beast was instantly repelled under the void slash, and his forehead was already flooded with blood. The demon beast roared, and then turned into a meteor and disappeared into the sky.

Things disappeared in Chen Chun's eyes in an instant, and his consciousness returned to the ancestral hall. In Chen Chun's memory, the white cat in front of him was the demon beast, and it escaped from the serious injury, landed in this place, and has been sleeping here ever since.

The white cat said hatefully: "If it weren't for the appearance of one of the Sixth Heaven Demon Kings at that time, I would have been able to keep Maoshan without worry, but I didn't expect that group of despicable Onmyoji would actually sacrifice the Sixth Heaven Demon King with blood!" ”

In Chen Chun's mind, he is no stranger to the Sixth Heaven Demon King, the Sixth Heaven Demon King is also known as Moro, who controls human desires, and Shakyamuni was once seduced by him, but it ended in failure.

Chen Chun was puzzled: "Why did the Onmyoji spend such a price to sacrifice the sixth day of the Demon King?" ”

The white cat stared at Chen Chun, and then said: "In 1931, during the Japanese invasion of China, the Japanese army used the war dead to refine into resentful souls and mutilated the world, resulting in the destruction of the world's lives and the people's misery. As a result, in 1937, there was a world-shaking Nanjing Massacre, the Japanese army Yinmyoji wanted to borrow the necro of Nanjing City to practice the magic weapon of yin and evil, and Maoshan received an order to stop it, so the head of Maoshan took the elite to recruit the dark division. I didn't expect to fall into the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, and was attacked by the demons during the weak defense of Maoshan, and the head of Maoshan did not expect the appearance of the demon king on the sixth day and was ambushed, and finally ended up like this, I swear that I must be ashamed of Maoshan Xue, and you are the key! ”

Chen Chun snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly: "What is the matter with me when Maoshan destroys the door, why should I listen to you, what good is it for me?" ”

The white cat's eyes turned, and he said contemptuously: "You actually disdain to get the opportunity that many people dream of, but you enjoy everything in Maoshan Mountain, and after the cultivation is completed, the clouds and rain will be overturned, and the lightning and thunder will not be a problem in an instant!" ”

"Why should I trust you?"

The white cat squinted his eyes and smiled, "You'll set foot on this road one day!" ”

"But not today."