In the early morning, in the bleak Seven Sturgeon Village, Lu Lin, an old farmer with a sad face, was squatting at the door of the hall, looking down at the stagnant water in front of him that was about to climb to the lower edge of the threshold, and kept smacking the copper cigarette holder in his mouth under the heavy rain.

The old woman Li on the side was also worried in her eyes, and said softly and angrily: "This God, why is it raining so heavily? If it goes on like this, I will see that the crops in the field will be flooded, how will I live this year!" The furrow on Lu Lin's forehead was already obvious, but now it is getting worse because of the sorrow. Originally, he was a farmer who relied on the sky to make a living, but now the torrential rain is non-stop, and whether he can survive in the future depends on whether God will reward him or not.

A few drops of rain that drifted into the house with the wind fell in front of Lu Lin's forehead, and he couldn't fall down for a while, and after spitting out two mouthfuls of smoke, the rain also slid down from his forehead. Lu Lin raised his hand to wipe the water stains on his forehead, looked at the pouring rain outside through the blue smoke screen, and wondered if he should go out in the rain to open a few ditches in the field to release water, so that the crops in the field could breathe early after the rain.

After the old farmer Lu Lin smoked the cigarette in his hand, he asked the old woman Li next to him to bring the coat and hat, and he knocked the cigarette ash into the stagnant water in the courtyard, and then carefully wiped the cigarette pot, put it into the cigarette bag, fastened the mouth of the bag, and finally stood up and hung the cigarette stick on the wall.

After Lu Lin put on the robes and hats brought by the old woman Li, he picked up the corner hoe, put on straw sandals on his feet, waded through the stagnant water that had flooded his calves, and went to the ground step by step in the face of the heavy rain.

There was no movement in the tiled houses on both sides of the east and west, and the old woman Li glanced left and right, but she didn't think too much, and went back to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, thinking in her heart, when it was finished, she called her sons and daughters-in-law to eat together, and discussed what to do with the crops in the field when eating, no matter what, she still had to find a way to get out, otherwise the rain would not stop, the crops would rot in the ground, and the family would eat something.

In the tiled house on the east side, Lu Dajin and Liu Cui stood by the bed, looking at their son Lu Xiao who was sleeping on the bed, and the two were afraid that their lost son would disappear again. After Lu Xiao fell asleep, the two of them kept staring closely at the bedside, for fear that they were dreaming, and when they opened their eyes, Lu Xiao disappeared again.

A few hours ago, when Lu Dajin woke up from a coma, he saw his own son Lu Xiao observing him with strange eyes in front of him. However, after seeing Liu Cui on the side, Lu Dajin quickly pinched his square face hard, but it was so painful that he couldn't do it, and suddenly Lu Xiao who came made Lu Dajin suspicious.

Liu Cui on the side had already calmed down from the excitement of Lu Xiao's resurrection, but at this moment, he was laughing with tears in his eyes, and said to Lu Dajin: "Dajin, take a closer look, this is our Xiao'er!"

Lu Dajin looked incredulous, and said intermittently: "Really... Don't lie to me!"

Liu Cui walked up to Lu Dajin's ear and shouted, "Really! It's true!

Lu Dajin stretched out his hand tremblingly and pressed it on the head of Lu Xiao, who was still a little curious on his face, and after the rough big hand carefully touched the real person, Lu Dajin pulled Lu Xiao into his arms and hugged it tightly with both hands.

After a while, Lu Xiao only felt that he was about to lose his breath, and hurriedly waved his hands, Liu Cui also stepped forward to pull Lu Xiao out of Lu Dajin's arms, and scolded with a smile: "Dead ghost, are you going to suffocate Xiao'er to death?"

After the two let go, Lu Xiao looked up and saw that the nearly six-foot-tall peasant man also had tears on his face at the moment, and said with a smile: "No. . . I'm not! I'm so excited! Xiao'er is back! It's good!

Although Lu Xiao, who was reborn, still didn't understand the environment he was in and lacked understanding of the world, the couple in front of him gave him a trace of warmth in his cold heart, and his face also brought out a slight arc.

After that, Lu Xiao, who suddenly felt tired, fell asleep on the bed, and Lu Dajin and his wife stayed by Lu Xiao's side like door gods, and the two couples talked and laughed softly on the side, just as happy as when Lu Xiao was born before.

When Lu Xiao fell asleep, Lu Zhongyin in the tile house in the west also squinted and woke up, but he was still a little confused, as if he woke up with a hangover, and his mind was full of mush. Lu Zhongyin stood up and shook his head vigorously to make himself more sober, pulled out the wick of the extinguished oil lamp a little, took out the fire fold and lit the fire, and re-illuminated the room.

Lu Zhongyin held the oil lamp and put it on the bedside cabinet, before he could talk to Luo Hui, the light was on, and seeing that Luo Hui was on his side and had not woken up, Lu Zhongyin gently lifted the corner of the quilt and saw that his son was also asleep in the quilt and was being held in his mother's arms.

Lu Zhongyin had a smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand to lift the hair that fell on Luo Hui's forehead, but as soon as his fingers touched Luo Hui's cheek, the smile on Lu Zhongyin's face froze! The whole person froze in an instant! The thick fingers hanging in mid-air didn't obey the call at this moment, and they couldn't fall down, and then Lu Zhongyin's eyes were filled with tears, and he whimpered for a moment, and he couldn't make a sound, Lu Zhongyin's fingers curled slightly, and gently stroked the scattered hair on his wife's forehead behind her ears.

Lu Zhongyin lowered his head, wiped his tears, hugged his son in his arms, and then covered Luo Hui with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, as if it was yesterday, but suddenly a gust of wind rushed into the crack of the door, blowing out the oil lamp on the cabinet directly.

In the yin wind, it was the ghost fire of Meng Po holding the child, and at this moment Meng Po had come to the bedside. Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, Meng Po waved her hand and Lu Zhongyin immediately fainted, Meng Po held it up, and then let him lie on the side of the bed.

Meng Po caught the child who slipped from Lu Zhongyin's arms, and when she looked closely, she was shocked, thinking: "Why is this child's life still alive?

When Meng Po was anxiously thinking, a black and thin Taoist suddenly appeared in the room, and Meng Po was about to make a move, but the black and thin Taoist immediately held his hands into fists and raised them high, and hurriedly shouted in his mouth: "Mo Da! Mo Da! Donor, donor, Mo Da! Poor Dao is here to save people!"

Meng Po's eyes were not good, and she asked, "Who are you here to save?"

The black thin Taoist pointed at the child and replied honestly, "Naturally, it is the child in your arms." ”

"Why did you save him, and what does he have to do with you?" Meng Po asked one after another.

The black thin Taoist looked at Lu Zhongyin, who had fainted, and said, "This benefactor was kind to me yesterday, and the poor Taoist kept it in mind. Now that the donor is in trouble, the poor road should repay itself here!"

Meng Po looked the black and thin Taoist up and down, and couldn't see his heels, so she asked again: "Then this child's current life fire is your handiwork?"

The black and thin Taoist suddenly complained, and the female benefactor in front of him really didn't open the pot, so he had to say bitterly: "The poor Dao wanted to save people, but he was smart, but he was clever and mistaken. At that moment, he told what had happened before and told Meng Po to listen carefully.

Meng Po nodded after listening, understanding the stakes, but it is no wonder that this black and thin Taoist man, just look at the baby in his arms, how to solve it at this moment is a headache.

Meng Po turned her head and asked, "Although you expected that the underworld would bring people back to Yang, what is the solution at the moment?"

The black thin Taoist rubbed his hands, carefully considered the words, lest he be wrong again, and said slowly: "Although I don't know the strange ghost fire that the dove occupied the magpie's nest before, I know its strength, far from what this baby's body can bear, if it is not restricted, when this child grows up in the future, it will be a disaster in the world, and it will cause greater karma." ”

Meng Po naturally knew this, and this old Taoist said something useless, and asked impatiently: "Then what do you want to do?" Now that this mortal body has been occupied by the life fire, it is impossible for the life fire to settle in again, and this baby must not be kept! Hurry up, if you have a way, say it quickly!"

The black thin Taoist pinched his fingers before, but he didn't move much, and he used his hope to find out, but it still didn't work, he could only see a clue, but from this point, he still let him find a trick.

The black thin Taoist didn't speak, but just put his hand into the ink-colored cloth bag he was carrying, groped left and right, and after a while, a hasty smile appeared on his face, and he took out a small and delicate wooden bridge from the cloth bag and put it in the palm of his hand, revealing it in front of Meng Po's eyes.

Meng Po looked at it fixedly, and asked the black thin Taoist tentatively, "Could it be that this is a wooden bridge?"

The black thin Daoist's eyes flashed, and he said in a deep voice: "Yes, it is the construction of the wooden bridge! The donor must know that in ancient times, the building of wood was born from heaven and earth, so that it could communicate with heaven and earth, and it was also a ladder to heaven in the world. Jianmu can carry the body of the ancient gods, not afraid of the wounds of the five elements, it is a first-class treasure between heaven and earth, although it has been felled, there are still some remnants that have been lost to this day. ”

Meng Po was shocked in her heart, this mortal old man in front of her looked ordinary, why could he take out this treasure that almost did not exist in heaven and earth at will, and his heels and feet were indeed completely incomprehensible, was all this too abnormal?

Meng Po saw that the black thin Taoist squinted his eyes as if waiting for his next question, so he pushed the boat down the river and asked, "What are you going to do?"

The black thin Taoist smiled at his palm, and the wooden bridge in his hand floated in front of the baby's forehead, and suddenly the rekindled three-color life fire was attracted by the wooden bridge, and a small flame appeared in front of the baby's forehead.

The black thin Daoist then said: "Poor Dao knows a little about the art of life fire, so he has this strategy to keep this little benefactor safe." Now I take the construction of a wooden bridge as a guide to take the balance of the two fires, and also make them symbiotic and exist in the baby's body, so that this child will not be burned by the three-color life fire when he is an adult, turning into a disaster and endangering the heavens and the earth. The fact that this baby can grow up safely is also my repayment of the benefactor's kindness. ”

Meng Po took a deep look at this black and thin old Dao, never thought that this old Dao was still a loving and righteous person, and immediately asked: "I don't know if the Dao Changdao can tell me that I will thank the Dao Chief in advance for this Yang Revenge." ”

The black and thin old man is not very used to it, and the hand hidden in his sleeve begins to pinch his fingers again. After a while, the black thin Taoist looked at Meng Po, his face was confused, he looked at Meng Po, and then at the baby in his arms, and said intermittently: "You... He... Hey! Forget it! The poor road number is easy to be the beginning, and the donor can call me the first Taoist. ”

Meng Po suddenly looked back, and saw that the blue mist in the sky was rapidly moving westward, and hurriedly said: "Please also ask the first Taoist to cast a spell quickly, so that this fire of life can be rekindled!"

The first Taoist was no longer procrastinating, his right two fingers were put together, and his mouth read: "Change the day! The fire of life is out of the body!" The tips of the two fingers are a little golden, and then the three-color life fire in front of the baby's forehead is completely drawn out of the body with a wooden bridge, and then the cyan ghost fire brought by Meng Po is instantly integrated into the baby's body, and the mouth reiterates the mantra again: "The soul wants to return! Seeing this, the first Taoist also said: "Huh!", but at the critical moment, it must not stop, and the first Taoist used the other end of the wooden bridge to draw out the rekindled mortal life fire, the two fires hung at both ends of the wooden bridge, across the bridge, and under the guidance of the first Taoist, a flame was stretched out on the bridge deck, and the two fires were connected, which was considered to have completed the first intimate contact.

After the two fires burned steadily, the first Daoist cast several seals on the body of the wooden bridge to prevent the three-color fire from becoming too strong in the future, suppressing too strongly, and breaking the balance formed by the wooden bridge.

After doing these few steps, the first Taoist people re-integrated the two fires into the baby's body, picked up the baby, and took out a purple and gold gauze and hid it in front of the baby's forehead, which is both a seal and a way to cover up.

The first Taoist looked at Meng Po with the baby in his arms, and was about to make a sound, Meng Po suddenly turned around and was about to leave, but when he left, he still said: "Thank you, Chu Dao Chief! I owe you a favor, but don't ask anything else, I won't answer if you ask, say goodbye!" As soon as the words fell, a burst of green smoke rose on the spot, and Meng Po's figure disappeared.

The first Taoist looked at the green smoke rising from the ground, and the old problem was committed again, and he had to count it again in his hand, and before he started, he was directly grabbed by the baby in his arms and grabbed his thumb, and the first Taoist had to smile awkwardly, withdrew his fingers, touched the baby's forehead, and made the child "giggle!"

Qingwu has retreated to the Ghost Gate, and Meng Po also swaggered from the Ghost Gate Pass to the underworld, and stopped for a while at the gate of the Ghost Gate, looking around as if enjoying the scenery. The Demon Gods on both sides of the Hell Suppression didn't see Meng Po here, so as not to be scolded, but just kept to themselves and carefully checked the identity of the returning ghost fire.

The first Taoist took away the substitute talisman in the swaddling clothes, and then placed the baby in it and put it in the quilt next to Lu Zhongyin, so that he could see it as soon as he woke up, and then left two talismans to put on the father and son respectively.

When he had done this, the first man turned and walked through the wall, and came to the courtyard, where he stood on top of the stagnant water, and the pouring rain avoided him. The first Taoist took a deep look at the tiled house in the east, and always felt something bad in his heart, but now he can't say that someone has covered the heavens before, so that the first Taoist people have no way to start.

The first Taoist looked at the sky and listened to the sound of rain for a while, and the door of the hall behind him suddenly heard the sound of the door latch falling, and at the moment when the door opened and the old farmer Lu Lin showed his face, the first Taoist disappeared in an instant, leaving the wind and rain in the world.

Outside the sky, Nantianmen, after the report of the gatekeeper priest, clairvoyance and Shunfeng Ear were ordered to come to the Nantianmen to check, and searched the entire Luoxia Continent and found nothing abnormal, so the two of them and the god on duty at this moment increased the Heavenly King Mo Liqing bowed down and replied: "Tell the Heavenly King, our brothers did not find any abnormalities in Luoxia Continent, I don't know if the patrol priest made a mistake?"

The face is like a live crab, and the beard is like a copper wire, Mo Liqing is carrying a spear, holding the Qingyun Sword, at this time, his face is also expressionless, not angry and self-threatening, he walked to the outside of the Nantian Gate, the Qingyun Sword in his hand flashed, and a gust of wind blew the Luoxiazhou Manchurian dark clouds to the sea, and Mo Liqing walked back to the Nantian Gate, and only said two words to the clairvoyant: "Check again!"

"Obey!" Clairvoyant Shunfeng immediately obeyed the order, and carefully inspected every inch of Luoxia Continent's mountains and rivers again, not daring to slack off.

This time, the clairvoyant Shunfeng Ear had a harvest, and hurriedly came to report to Mo Liqing: "Tell the Heavenly King, after my two brothers checked again, they found that there is a plague god in Luoxia Continent, and he is harming one side at the moment. ”

The streamer behind Mo Liqing was tied in the belt, and at this time, there was no wind automatically, flying up and down, and then the powerful Mo Liqing glanced at the two of them, and the clairvoyance and Shunfeng Ear suddenly panicked.

When the two of them were uneasy, Mo Liqing's deep voice sounded in the ears of the two: "You should remember that we originally came from the human world, and now we are worshiped by the human world, and we have to shape the golden body with the power of thought. Now that there is a calamity in the world, we will do our best, otherwise why would we become gods? There must have been that treacherous thing in the world, which gave birth to this plague god, and this rain may also be the punishment of heaven. The Qingyun Sword in Mo Liqing's hand flashed again, and the dark clouds on the sea covered Luoxia Continent again, and the rain fell on the earth again.

Clairvoyant Shunfeng hesitated: "Heavenly King, what should the Luoxia Continent Plague God do?"

Mo Liqing turned around and returned to the Nantian Gate, and said in a tone without fluctuation: "The plague god is originally transformed by evil ghosts, presumably it came out yesterday when the ghost gate of the world was opened, there is no need for the heavenly court to send a patrol to guard, this evil ghost has its own demon god to suppress it, and the suffering in the world is only for a while." Since it's all right, go back!"

"Follow the orders of the Heavenly King!" After clairvoyance and Shunfeng bowed, they passed through the South Heavenly Gate together and headed inside.

After the two of them left, Mo Liqing looked up at the sacred and solemn Thirty-Three Heavens in front of him, and for a moment recalled the memories of the years from a long, long time ago.

Lu Lin, an old farmer in the field, is wearing a coat and hat, using a hoe to pick up the weeds floating in the field, and then use a hoe to fish them out and place them on the ridges. After scooping out the weeds, Lu Lin used a hoe to make a few more water outlets on the ridge of the field to make the stagnant water go faster.

When Lu Lin finished his work and was watching the flow of stagnant water in the field with a hoe, suddenly the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be pushed away by a big hand, and the top of his head suddenly cleared. Lu Lin showed a look of disbelief, thinking that this must be a fairy manifestation, and the original gloomy mood was also erased along with this dark cloud, and he couldn't help but show a sweaty smile.

After Lu Lin inspected the circle, he saw that the water in the field had reached a suitable level, so he was satisfied with picking up the hoe on the edge of the ridge and walking towards home satisfied.

Unexpectedly, halfway home, Lu Lin, who had taken off his hat, was still walking gracefully, but suddenly found that the sky was gradually getting darker again, and Lu Lin felt bad in his heart. But in a moment, the pouring rain hit again, instantly washing away the sweat on Lu Lin's forehead.

Meng Po, who had returned to the ghost domain, was hiding behind the Sansheng Stone, revealing a pair of eyes, and looking at Lu Juan with a smile while hurriedly carrying tea and soup to the ghost who was going to be reincarnated, while looking around impatiently, waiting for her to come back.

Meng Po was overjoyed after hiding from Sansheng Stone, but unexpectedly, another "Lu Judge" appeared behind her, and she watched all her movements behind Meng Po.

"Lu Juan" forced a smile, "Ahem!" Pretending to cough twice, Meng Po suddenly looked embarrassed, and said cautiously: "Lu Juan, I was wrong!"

Lu Juan in front of the tea stall said "En!", and the "Lu Juan" in front of Meng Po immediately rose from a puff of smoke from under his feet. After the smoke dissipated, a black and red suspended judge's pen appeared in front of Meng Po's eyes, and the tip of the pen was facing Meng Po at this moment. Meng Po suddenly felt bored, and walked towards the tea stall in a huff, while the judge pen followed her quietly until she returned to Judge Lu's hands.

Meng Po was a little frustrated, lowered her head and said to Lu Juan, "Lu Juan, I'm back." Let me continue my tea business. ”

After Lu Juan looked left and right, he said to Meng Po with a divine thought: "Do you remember when I told you that the king of Hades has been very abnormal recently?"

Meng Po nodded.

Lu Juan continued: "The king of Hades drank too much today before he revealed the truth, it turned out that there was a big fierce ghost fire in the underground of the evil tower that was imprisoned in ancient times and was secretly robbed, and the king of Hades did not dare to make a noise, so he had to consult the King of the Earth Bodhisattva, but the King of the Earth spread his hands and said that he had no move, and the King of Hades was angry. ”

Meng Po asked, "Don't you know who was robbed?"

Lu Juan pondered for a while and said: "This is only known to the King of Yama and the King of the Earth Bodhisattva, the King of the Earth Bodhisattva is pure and has no intention of taking care of it, and the rest is only the King of Yama, but he can't make a noise, so he is very depressed." However, after Hades' investigation, it was found that someone seemed to have hidden this fierce ghost fire a long time ago, and it was in the ghost domain, so that person also created an illusion in the evil tower, and it was not discovered until yesterday when Hades himself went to inspect it. When Hades found out, he secretly sent the Ghost Prison Dragon to search the entire Ghost Domain, but found no clues. ”

Meng Po also fell into contemplation, although when she was in the world, she had a trace of conjecture in her heart, but she didn't dare to think deeply, after all, it was to bring the wrongdoer back to the yang, after the first Taoist said the countermeasures, Meng Po also had a trace of luck in her heart, fortunately, in the end, this trace of luck succeeded.

Although Lu Juan was also angry because of the abnormality of Hades recently, he was also a little uncomfortable because he couldn't share his worries for Hades, but this matter may just sink in the ghost domain.

Lu Lin, an old farmer on the way home, dragged his hoe and hung his head down, and the edge of the hat he brought later formed a curtain of water in the heavy rain, blurring Lu Lin's face.

After the old woman Li at home made breakfast, she shouted in front of the door of her two sons for a long time, and when the tiled house on the east side opened, the old woman Li was almost scared out of her body, and her seven spirits were not guaranteed, after all, it was her dead grandson who opened the door - Lu Xiao.

The old woman Li almost didn't stand firmly, but Lu Dajin, who had to lose, pulled her, otherwise she would have fallen into the water in the courtyard. Lu Dajin helped his old mother into the house and asked her to sit down and drink a glass of water to suppress her shock.

After forcibly swallowing a mouthful of water, the old woman Li still couldn't believe it, and stretched out her hand to gently stroke Lu Xiao's cheek for a moment before asking, "This... What the hell is going on?"

Liu Cui immediately took out a set of rhetoric that the two couples had discussed at night, and said: "Yesterday I dreamed that I was in a forest, and a doll walked all the way towards us, from far to near, and when I came to it, I took a closer look at our Xiao'er! After we woke up, we saw Xiao'er really standing in front of us, and we couldn't believe it, but I combined the things in the dream with this, isn't this what the world says about dreams come true!"

The old woman Li was stunned by Liu Cui, and she couldn't help but say: "This is really not a Bodhisattva manifestation, just like the legendary third prince of Nezha who was reborn as a lotus root after his death?"

Liu Cuixi smiled and said: "Exactly! Exactly! I think it's just like what you said!"

The old woman Li, who was still frightened, gradually relieved herself, and only felt that it was the ancestors who appeared and couldn't bear the suffering of the descendants, so she appeared.

The old woman Li was originally extremely fond of Lu Xiao, it is not an exaggeration to say that she is doting, the family can't scold her, you can't beat her, Lu Xiao is also closer to her grandmother than her own mother, after all, being around her grandmother is like having a protector, and she can eat and drink spicy food, and she is called a happy day.

Now the expressionless Lu Xiao was pulled into the arms of the sitting old woman Li for a while, which made him very uncomfortable, although he was still familiar with the strange environment around him, but the old man made him not so comfortable, as if he was the baby in swaddling clothes. Seeing that Lu Xiao didn't react, the old woman Li was shocked for a while, and said again and again: "Oh! Why didn't we Xiao'er kiss grandma! It wasn't like this before!"

Lu Dajin said with a smile: "My mother-in-law! Xiao'er has just come back, and people still can't recognize it! You wait for a few days, Xiao'er remembers, and she must still be as close as you were before!"

The old woman Li laughed again on her face, got up and said, "Yes, let us Xiao'er have a good life and recuperate, don't worry! If you want to eat, tell grandma!"

When she arrived at the door, the old woman Li remembered, patted her forehead and turned around and said, "I'm an old fool, I'm here to call you for breakfast! Come on! Don't be hungry!"

Lu Dajin smiled: "Mother, you go first, we will come immediately!"

The old woman Li was coming out of the room with joy in her heart, and she saw Lu Zhongyin, who was so sad in her heart that her face was expressionless, that she was opening the door, still holding the child in one hand, and the old woman Li shouted: "Zhongyin!

"Ahh

Old woman Li hurriedly walked up to Lu Zhongyin and asked, "Zhongyin, what's wrong with you?

Seeing that Lu Zhongyin's reaction was very slow, the old woman Li immediately felt that something had happened, so she entered the house from Lu Zhongyin's side, first lit the oil lamp on the cabinet, and the fire instantly illuminated the dim room.

When the old woman Li saw Luo Hui, who was extremely pale on the bed, lying with her eyes closed, her heart suddenly "chuckled", and she hurriedly shouted softly: "Huihui, Huihui, can you hear my mother's words?" As she spoke, the old woman Li burst into tears, and her voice gradually became indistinct.

Lu Dajin, Liu Cui and Lu Xiao, a family of three sitting at the dinner table, were waiting for others, the old woman Li disappeared for a long time, and her old father Lu Lin came back first, Lu Lin's first reaction when he saw Lu Xiao and the old woman Li withdrew, but later after Liu Cui said that, Lu Lin's worried expression when he entered the door stretched a little, but when he thought of having an extra mouth, he would have to eat more, Lu Lin's brows furrowed again.

When the four of them were halfway through the dinner table, the old woman Li cried and cried and lost her eyes, and Lu Zhongyin, who was holding her son in her arms, came to the dining table. As soon as she sat down at the dinner table, without waiting for others to ask, the old woman Li whimpered: "Huihui... Megumi is gone!"

Lu Lin didn't grasp the chopsticks steadily after hearing this, and dropped one directly, and Liu Cui on the side was even worse, and the bowl in his hand fell directly to the ground with a bang. Liu Cui was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly left the bench to gather the fragments. Lu Daqiang didn't react for a while, but looking at the child Lu Zhongyin was holding in his arms, Lu Dajin hurriedly got up to comfort the old woman Li and his younger brother.

Liu Cui walked around the room, looking for the broom placed in the corner of the wall, passing by several times and ignoring it, only to see muttering: "Why, how can this be? This is different from what the immortal master said! Huihui, how could Huihui be gone?" Liu Cui clasped her hands tightly together, and her whole person was restless.

Lu Dajin was comforting the sad mother and the younger brother who didn't react, but at this moment his daughter-in-law Liu Cui was like a lost soul, Lu Dajin was suddenly confused in his mind, and he didn't understand what was going on.

Lu Lin bent down to pick up the chopsticks that fell on the ground, and he didn't feel good in his heart, the most capable person in the family was Luo Hui, the second daughter-in-law. Except for the old woman Li when she was young, as long as the family goes through Luo Hui's hands, they are all clear, dry and refreshing, no one needs to worry about it anymore, Liu Cui can only give Luo Hui a start. The reason why the two brothers are quite harmonious is that Luo Hui has done a lot of things in the middle. For this reason, the people in the village said that their family had a good daughter-in-law, but they had just added a grandson, but Luo Hui was gone, isn't this God not opening his eyes?

When the adults in front of the dinner table were all worried, Lu Xiao quietly got up, walked to Lu Zhongyin's side, and saw the infant cousin who had not yet been named, and there was an inexplicable attraction, which made Lu Xiao feel extremely cordial in his heart. Immediately Lu Xiao stretched out his hand and hugged the swaddling baby in Lu Zhongyin's arms, the baby in the swaddling clothes also smiled when he saw Lu Xiao, stretched out his little hand and grabbed it in mid-air, Lu Xiao took him around the room to make him happy, Lu Xiao showed his first smile in this world on his face.

Suddenly, Lu Xiao and his mother Liu Cui bumped into each other, Liu Cui saw the infant child, like a ghost, and shouted: "Ah!" frightened the rest of the people, and then Liu Cui ran back to his room, closed the door with both hands, and then desperately resisted with his body, kept shaking his head, and whispered in his mouth: "It's not me! It's not me! It's the man!"

Lu Dajin, who felt that Liu Cui was extremely abnormal, followed Liu Cui closely. Before he could knock on the door, Liu Cui, who was against the door, heard the voice, and passed out trembling all over.

Lu Zhongyin, who was at the dinner table, suddenly looked down and found that there was no child in his arms, so he stood up directly: "Son, son, where is my son?" Seeing Lu Xiao holding his son in his arms, Lu Zhongyin hurriedly snatched the swaddling clothes, and then rushed back to his room.

Lu Lin beckoned his grandson Lu Xiao to sit back at the dinner table, and after a sigh, he said softly: "Xiao'er, eat well!"

Lu Xiao nodded, picked up the chopsticks on the table and ate again.

Lu Lin felt that he was a little tired and walked towards his house.

The rain was still pouring outside, and water was already beginning to overflow the threshold of the hall and seep in. Lu Xiao stood on the threshold after eating, and didn't care if the rain wet his cotton shoes.

Lu Xiao, who looked up at the sky quietly, suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and the entire small courtyard was suddenly shrouded by an invisible enchantment, and the rain flowed outward along the enchantment, and even the water that was originally in the courtyard immediately faded, and there seemed to be no trace of rain in the entire small courtyard.

Immediately after a flash of light, a purple-clothed Taoist fell behind Lu Xiao, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "My lord, I'm back! Those flies have been dealt with by me, and no one will find out about you here." ”

Lu Xiao didn't listen at all, and asked without looking back, "Who am I?"

The purple-clothed Taoist thought for a while and said, "You are now Lu Xiao, the son of Lu Dajin. ”

Lu Xiao lowered his head and thought for a moment, then raised his head again and asked again, "Who are you?"

The purple-clothed Daoist, although the expression on his face was a little complicated, still replied: "My lord, if our name is mentioned in the human world now, it will be discovered by the Heavenly Dao, and there will be enemies everywhere at that time, so it is inconvenient to say it now." But you have to believe that I am loyal to you, and I will never do anything harmful to you! In the future, when the time is right, the adults will know the real names of their subordinates. ”

Seeing this, Lu Xiao finally asked, "What is your purpose?"

The purple-clothed Taoist suddenly fell to the ground, knelt on the ground, and said in a firm tone: "Our only purpose is to help the adults restore the glory of our clan ten thousand years ago and return to the world. ”

Lu Xiao didn't say anything after hearing this, but just turned his head to look at the tiled house in the west that had not yet closed the door.

Seeing this, the purple-clothed Taoist moved his eyes slightly, and said softly: "My lord, do you want to subordinate this family... ”

Before the purple-clothed Taoist finished speaking, Lu Xiao's cold voice came into his ears: "Don't do this kind of thing that I don't allow, otherwise I will kill you!" Lu Xiao said as if he was born from heaven and earth, and it surrounded his whole body in an instant.

The purple-clothed Taoist immediately trembled, with tears in his eyes, and said excitedly: "My subordinates receive orders!"

Lu Xiao returned to normal in the next second, and said calmly: "You go! Don't come if there's nothing to do!"

The purple-clothed Taoist immediately replied, "Obey!" Then the silver light flashed and disappeared without a trace, and then the heavy rain fell all over the small courtyard.

A baby's cry in the west room pulled Lu Zhongyin's thoughts of dying back, and Lu Zhongyin, who was in a trance in front of him, hurriedly stood up, closed the door, and then hugged his infant son, and hummed softly: "Oh! Oh! Good doll! Don't cry! Don't cry! Let's take a look at what my mother is doing! Do... What the. Lu Zhongyin, who had not yet finished speaking, suddenly cried loudly, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time, and the baby in the swaddling clothes also cried together. Lu Da Donkey Kong outside the door placed his daughter-in-law Liu Cui on the bed, and at this moment he heard his younger brother mourning so much outside the door, and his heart became more and more uncomfortable, so he thought about it and returned to his own room, looking at his daughter-in-law, so as not to have any more accidents.

I don't know how long it took, the cry of the man in the room gradually weakened, from the roaring cry at the beginning to the hoarse wail at the back, Lu Zhongyin's entire spirit and spirit had already dispersed the moment he learned that Luo Hui had passed away.

It wasn't until after shedding two lines of blood and tears that Lu Zhongyin knelt weakly beside the bed and passed out, and his infant son seemed to be tired of crying and had fallen asleep.

Day and night, in this small adobe courtyard, which was originally still full of joy, suddenly fell into a strange silence, only the rain that no one cared for between heaven and earth was still tirelessly falling on Luoxia Continent.

The plague god somewhere in Luoxia Continent has been killed on the spot by the Demon God of Prison Suppression, and his soul is scattered. Although the plague god is gone, but the plague is still there, with the floods that spread everywhere after the embankment burst everywhere, more and more people were infected with the plague, and then died, Luoxiazhou became a hell on earth for a while, and it was miserable.

The few pitch-black figures that were originally hidden in the dark clouds looked at the earth below with expressionless faces at the moment, they were still waiting for the last moment of this natural disaster, so that they could harvest these "food" that they had finally bargained for from the heavenly court.

Those mortals who still have a trace of life left in Luoxia Continent are all chanting the name of a certain god, praying for blessings and praying for life. As the calamity grew, the power of these mortals became stronger when they were chanting, until at the last moment of their lives, the power of thought that appeared at the cost of their lives rose from everywhere, and then merged into a golden river that poured up to the thirty-three heavens and attached to the unknown god.

And Lu Xiao and his cousin, who has not yet been named, in the adobe courtyard, are the newborn who witnessed this tragic world. What will be the world in front of him in the future, Lu Xiao has not yet realized it, but he knows that this world will definitely not be like this forever!