I was alone in the woods when I was unlucky enough to encounter a demon appearing, only to see it clearly and find that it was a large rat with shiny fur and a body like a large hound. In the life-and-death struggle, I first cut off its tail, and it scratched a few bloody cuts on my shoulder, black blood kept oozing from the wound, I knew that it was corpse poison, and it might be short-lived.

In the trembling despair, he suddenly remembered a way to solve the corpse poison, hurriedly opened the satchel on his body, grabbed a handful of raw glutinous rice from the inner bag, stuffed it into his mouth indiscriminately and chewed it quickly, and spit on the wound on his arm. Then, he quickly picked up the sleeve of his shirt from the ground and wrapped the wound on his arm. The wound was still faintly stinging, but it was no longer as hot as fire, and it seemed that the glutinous rice that specialized in restraining corpse poison had already taken effect. Fortunately, when I set off, Master prepared a lot of things for me to take with me in case of emergency.

The big rat with a broken tail didn't dare to act rashly anymore, and it began to circle around me, ready to wait for an opportunity to attack. I picked up the bronze dagger that fell at my feet, and felt ruthless in my heart, "I have to chop up your little beast today to relieve the hatred in Lao Tzu's heart." So the vigilant cat bent his waist, stared at the big rat with his eyes fixed, and slowly approached it with a smile on his face, and said to it through gritted teeth while waving a dagger: "Little beast, you come, see if Lao Tzu doesn't kill you." "I guess my expression must be very ugly now. The fat man often said that I smile every day to welcome people, and if I make a ruthless smile, it will be more and more exaggerated, full of hideousness, and I am especially cautious. I endured the sharp pain in my left arm, grabbed a handful of dirt on the ground with my left hand, and then swung it in front of the mouse spirit with my right hand holding a knife, attracting his attention, and when I saw the opportunity, a handful of dirt was raised on its face. The big rat immediately used its two front paws uncomfortably, fluttering all over its face, and I took the opportunity to stomp on its standing hind paws with my right foot.

When I was a child, I was short in stature, and I often lost to strong kids in fights, and then I made a mistake and squinted my eyes, and then stepped on my feet, and tried again and again. As soon as the hind paws of the big rat sperm were in pain, the body fell directly forward, and at the same time it fell, it did not forget to throw me to the ground together, and scratched my chest a few times with its front paws. The clothes on my chest were suddenly torn into strips of rags, and there were more than a dozen scars on my chest, so painful that I almost didn't bite my back molars.

I gritted my teeth, endured the severe pain, and stabbed the dagger in my right hand without hesitation, and plunged it into the stomach of the rat. The big rat made a strange "squeak", stepped on Lao Tzu's crotch, and jumped out. And I was so painful that I arched my body like a shrimp, kept rolling on the ground, and cursed in my heart: Lao Tzu's "sexual happiness" for most of his life was almost destroyed under the claws of this dead beast. I endured the great pain that only a man can understand, crawled to the big mouse, and grabbed its neck, thinking: I will kill you while you are sick!

As a result, although the big mouse was stabbed, it still had great strength, and it kept swinging its sharp front grab, and from time to time kicked me with its hind foot, and we were one person and one animal, and we writhed on the ground like this. I was kicked away again and again by the little black-haired beast, and then struggled to pounce on it again and again, and I knew very well that if it didn't kill it at this time, if it was given a chance to fight back, the dry bones buried in the depths of this dense forest would be me.

After several struggles and fights, my body was covered with deep and shallow wounds, the blood had dyed my clothes and pants a blinding red, and I really couldn't use any strength at all, so I could only lie on the ground with a wolf, and every inch of skin on my body seemed to be torn apart, and I didn't even have the strength to stand up at all, and I didn't even have the strength to crawl again. I lay on the ground stiff as if I was dead, with only my chest still heaving, proving that I wasn't a bloody corpse. However, death should not be far away from me, and I didn't expect that I would die young here.

The dead mouse spirit also had the last breath of strength left, struggling to get up, probably planning to die with me. I looked up at the stars in the night sky, and I finally stopped fearing the gloom of this dark forest, and thought to myself: I will not escape death today, and I will definitely sail back to the west in this gloomy deep mountain. However, the feng shui here is also good, the only regret is that I did not have the opportunity to say goodbye to the master and the fat man, nor did I have the opportunity to figure out my life experience, at this time I suddenly realized that deep in my heart, I had wanted to find out my life experience. However, now that they were all confused, and the dazed frustration welled up in their hearts, they were ready to close their eyes and wait for the final blow of the murderous rat essence.

Suddenly, a man jumped down from the tree next to me, kicked the big rat that was coming at me to the ground, and then aimed it at the neck with a sharp horizontal slash. The big rat didn't scream like this, and was killed on the spot, and blood splattered everywhere on the snow, like a blooming plum blossom.

The moment death came, I was miraculously saved, and I immediately looked up with gratitude and struggled to see which god grandfather had saved my life. As a result, I looked up and found that it was Secretary Chen's grandson, who had been hiding in a tree and watching the tiger fight, and he only showed up when I was exhausted from fighting with the big mouse. I couldn't help but scold Secretary Chen, the turtle son, for giving birth to a son without a butt.

After Secretary Chen killed the big rat essence, he didn't even look at me, turned his back to me and said, "Neidan belongs to me, and the mouse skin belongs to you." After saying that, he didn't care whether I lived or died, he directly pulled out the bronze dagger inserted in the big rat essence and threw it to me, and then put his hand into the stomach of the rat essence, took out an off-white danzhu and put it in his pocket.

Most of the folk feel that animals can be cultivated into half-immortals after years of survival, and they can transform into human forms after becoming monsters, but they must first cultivate Neidan in their bodies, which is the so-called "cow has bezoar, dog has dog treasure, and rat has Neidan." According to legend, these treasures have different magical effects, some can cure all kinds of diseases, some can prolong life, and some can "hold the ground to take treasure". (It's with the aura that Neidan can sense underground treasures.) Because Neidan is practiced by the essence and blood aura of animals, it belongs to "yang", and can attract each other with the treasures of cooked "yin" buried in the ground all year round, resulting in fluctuations. ）

When I saw Secretary Chen, who was only now dedicated, taking out the Neidan as if no one was around, I couldn't help but scold in my heart: X your uncle, Lao Tzu is going to toss to death, and you only jump out now to pick up the ready-made ones to take advantage of, which is really lacking in virtue and smoking. At this time, I really didn't have the strength to deal with him, so I could only lie on the ground on my back, panting heavily, my chest hurting terribly, and my head seemed to have 10,000 flies vibrating their wings and buzzing. I can't help but think sadly: Lao Tzu shouldn't be glorious!

I was lying on the ground, my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them, and the world was spinning away from me, when I suddenly heard a scream, "There are ghosts." ”

I don't know where this roar came from, and I was so frightened that I suddenly jumped up from the ground in a different way. The heart said: "There will not be a goblin who has just died, and another evil ghost has come." God, are you kidding me?

The night was dark, the forest was ghostly, and I was already covered in wounds and exhausted. But I suddenly heard someone shouting "There is a ghost", and I couldn't help but think: I won't really be so sad, and the unlucky things have been put on the stall.

I looked at the place where the shouting came from, and saw a few people coming out from behind the dense trees, and the people who came were He Fatzi and a group of cowards, and I was so angry that my head smoked. They mistook me, covered in black dirt and covered in blood, for a ghost. It's no wonder that my current appearance is not much stronger than that of a ghost.

Suddenly, I felt the world spinning, my eyes turned black, I fell backwards involuntarily, and I passed out.

When I woke up, I was lying on the kang of the village chief's house, wrapped like an Egyptian mummy, unable to move. I couldn't help but curse in my heart: which bastard Mongolian doctor bandaged me, how could I bandage my uninjured head and legs, and even wrap my fingers in bandages, making me look like a severely disabled person.

After waking up, I felt that there was no place on my body that was blocked, and my throat was even more uncomfortable, I licked my chapped lips, and just wanted to open my mouth to ask for water, I heard someone talking in the room, it turned out to be Master Huang and He Fatzi, who sang together: "Chen Zhangshi, what died on this ground is a black-haired rat essence, and it has been practicing Taoism for hundreds of years." Do you see its blood-red eyes? It was all drunk from human blood, and after a few more years of cultivation, the fur would turn from black to gray, and finally to pure white. At that time, even the Daluo Immortal will not be able to subdue it, and these ordinary people in your village will not be enough to stuff it between their teeth. This rat spirit is much more ferocious than the ghost, the ghost can't take the dead, it can even dig out the dead and eat, it's very difficult to deal with, I estimate that in the world today, there are few people who can stop it, but fortunately you found me, in order to subdue this goblin. Master Huang's non-stop alarmism opened the river smoothly, and the spit stars splashed everywhere.

He Fatzi on the side didn't miss the opportunity and then said, "Master Huang is right! I'll tell you, Chen, this thing has already been cultivated into a demon! If it weren't for the master I invited from Beijing, something really would have happened in your village. Look at our masters, they are all injured like this, and we plan to leave tomorrow morning to go to the provincial hospital for treatment. However, the promised reward, that is, the golden statue, is it please, please give it to me first. After speaking, he squeezed his eyes at Master Huang and motioned for him to continue.

Hearing their conversation, I scolded their eight ancestors one by one in my heart, and I felt that I was wrapped up like the dumplings of the Dragon Boat Festival, all of which were bad water from them, just to deceive the golden statue first, and didn't care about my life or death, and I couldn't help but scold these two unscrupulous people thousands of times in my heart.

Their treacherous plan may succeed, and the task I have done so hard is to bring the golden statue back, how can I allow them to strike first here. So, I immediately coughed twice and said, "Is there anyone?" I'm thirsty, pour me saliva to drink. ”

When the people in the room saw that I was awake, they all came around, and Chen Zhangshi was excited, holding my bandaged hand tightly, and said to me with tears: "Little master, you can be regarded as awake." On behalf of all the people of Chenyu Village, I now bow and kowtow to you. After saying that, I was about to fall down and kneel, and I hurriedly struggled and said to him, "Old man, aren't you going to break my life?" You can't afford it, so get up and talk. ”

Chen Zhangshi straightened up and said to me gratefully: "If it weren't for the little master who accepted the monster that became a spirit, my village would probably be more than lucky." You are our savior, great kindness and great virtue can not be reciprocated, if you have any orders, just open your mouth, do not be polite, in the next must go to the soup and fire, do not give up. ”

The requests in my heart are all mirrors, but I first glanced at He Fatzi and a few people, and said in my heart: These bad things, will the dog jump over the wall to black me after I open my mouth to ask for the golden statue?