At the end of the war, victory and defeat, everything has nothing to do with mortals, and it has nothing to do with a little beggar.

At night, the cold rain is dashing, the north wind is cold, a few crows, picking up the cold branches and having nowhere to live, occasionally wailing, adding a little horror to this dark night.

From time to time, the wind swept angrily, and the autumn trees swayed, like countless ghosts, belatedly coming, which was extremely terrifying.

On the barren mountain, a thin figure like a chicken in the soup moved in the yellowed artemisia grass more than one person tall, with tattered clothes, unkempt and wet hair, and a withered face, but the pair of eyes, revealing twelve points of aura, showed his perseverance.

Walk and stop, from time to time, wipe his face full of rain and sweat with his already tattered sleeves.

As he walked, there was a sudden wail, which sounded from a lonely mound where the figure passed, and with a wailing, a crow screamed and rose into the sky.

"Ahh

The figure screamed, suddenly retreated, and then, couldn't help but speed up the pace of moving forward, as if only by moving forward quickly could the fear and tiredness in his heart be minimized.

"Sir said, that mountain temple is near here, why haven't you arrived after walking for so long?"

The figure muttered to himself, a crisp and slightly hungry childlike tone, showing that this is a hard-working little boy, at a young age, living in the mortal world and having nowhere to call home, which can't help but make people feel that they would rather be a peace dog than a troubled world.

The inky night obscured the distant scenery, the incessant rain confused the direction of the little boy, or it could be the unbearable hunger that slowed down the already tired pace, but all this misfortune still could not stop the little boy from staggering forward.

The rain was still falling, and people couldn't wait for the dawn to come, and the tired little boy on the barren mountain stopped helplessly, wiped a handful of rainwater, bent down, and found a raised thing in the barren grass that I don't know whether it was a stone or a tombstone and sat down.

Raise your head casually.

"Phew!"

The little boy's eyes widened suddenly, because the mountain temple that he had been looking for for a long time was in front of him, and it was less than a hundred meters away.

"How can you suddenly see clearly, the abominable night?"

The little boy thought of something in an instant, turned his head sharply, and he saw a dazzling white light flying through the distant sky behind him, like a meteor, and in a moment, it fell in the distant woods behind the temple.

"What's that?"

The little boy said in surprise, and before the words fell, several rays of light swept through the air.

The little boy saw a scene that only appeared in the mouth of the storyteller, because the current brilliance was actually a huge flying sword, about several zhang long, and the sword body was carved with a long dragon, majestic and domineering, very good-looking, and the whole body exuded a fierce purple light.

Followed by a crescent-shaped scimitar, I saw that it was as red as a fire, breathtaking, burning people's eyes, making people unbearable to look at more, and a brilliance that went hand in hand with it was a blue and blue light wheel, the whole body of jasper carved into general, rotating rapidly, exuding a soft green luster.

The little boy had never seen such a strange scene, and for a moment even his breath became stagnant, and he stared motionlessly at the strange thing that broke through the air.

But what shocked the little boy even more was that there were still people standing in the light, standing in the wind one by one, floating out of the dust, and before they could fully see it, they had already flown away.

"Could it be that they are the immortals who can fly to the sky, turn over rivers and seas, and do everything in the mouth of the storyteller in the town?

"Yes, they must be immortals!"

The little boy was extremely sure of the way, because the storyteller in his mouth was a well-known and omniscient god in his heart, and he was already convinced of the storyteller's words about the gods, and he was even more convinced at this moment.

Thinking of the storyteller in the town, the corners of the little boy's mouth couldn't help but draw a bad arc, as if he remembered the funny scene of eavesdropping on the story outside the window and not being discovered, he couldn't help but shake his head, stood in place, and laughed to himself.

At this time, the rain fell heavier, and the little boy who stood in place took a long time to come back to his senses and realize that something was wrong, so he took another step towards the temple.

This is a long-abandoned mountain temple, like a hill about to fall, full of dangers, has long been cut off by the wind and frost sword of the years, staggering, only the sound of the rain is mourning, the rusty keyhole, it is rare to isolate the tranquility of human nature.

The temple is enshrined in a clay sculpture of the god of Jinjia Mountain, one hand holding the beard, one hand holding a long knife, angry eyes are round, so not majestic, from the signs of the temple monuments and spots, it can be seen that it once had an incomparably brilliant glorious past, but in the end it was submerged in the ruthless years, no incense, empty mountain gate.

In front of the temple, the ancient bell struck by the wind and rain, how many times it has been broken, it is still ringing slightly, but it is covered by the sound of wind and rain, such as it, it still can't escape the relationship between the temple and the years, and finally enters oblivion.

The little boy walked into the temple and laboriously closed the door of the temple that was squeaked by the wind, and walked lightly to the statue of the mountain god, as if he was afraid that he would wake up the mountain god, and knelt down gently, and squinted nine heads firmly in front of the statue of the mountain god.

He whispered to himself: "Old fairy, I didn't mean to disturb you, you see that it is raining heavily outside, and I am homeless, so I can only borrow your place to stay for one night, just one night!

The little boy swore an oath, and after speaking, he glanced at nine more heads, as if he could obtain the forgiveness of the mountain god by a few more glances.

Since ancient times, the Yanhuang Continent has had the custom of scorning the deceased or legendary gods, one saying is to express respect for the deceased or immortals, and another is that if you do something wrong, you can exchange your head for their understanding and forgiveness.

As for the truth or falsehood, there is no way to investigate, maybe if you believe it, he will be effective, and it doesn't matter if you don't believe it.

When he had done this, the little boy's frown gradually relaxed, and he stood up, and then found a dry place in the northwest corner of the temple.

The little boy couldn't help but rummage over his body, and finally took out a small package in a pocket at the back, and opened the neatly folded strips of cloth layer after layer, which turned out to be a very small fire fold.

The little boy took out the fire fold and scraped it lightly with his hand.

"Bang!"

A little spark came out and fell on the dead grass, before it was ignited, and then it was ruthlessly blown out by the wind mixed with moisture, and the little boy changed his position, and used his still trembling and thin body to block the cold wind blowing into the temple.

"Bang!"

Another little spark came out and fell on the dead grass, this time, the dry grass finally burned slowly, and the little boy skillfully erected a dead branch, which was done in one go, and the action showed that the little boy often lives in the wild, and only those who often live in the wild have to grope for the doorway of the fire by themselves, which can be seen that the little boy is undoubtedly one of the good hands.

With the addition of dead branches, the fire grew up little by little, illuminating the small half of the temple.

Except for the sound of wind and rain, there was still a dead silence around, and a few occasional crows wailed only to tell the desolation of this place.

Only the fire dancing on the dead branch showed that there was still a little life here, and the little boy held the dead branch and looked at the dancing flame in a daze, as if he was digesting the earth-shattering scene he had just seen, and as if he was fantasizing about his own sword volleying in the sky and the world, because there was an extraordinarily proud smile on his face.

Unconsciously, there was a cry of "Ahhhh

It turned out that the dead branch had burned to his hand, and without knowing it, he put down the dead branch that was about to burn out.

"Goo!"

Another sound, coming from his stomach, reminded him of something, and the little boy hurriedly put his hand into a pocket in front of him, took out a steamed bun that had already been soaked by the rain and was a little rotten, gently pinched out the rainwater, and slowly roasted it next to the fire.

After a while, the steamed bun emitted a tempting fragrance, and the little boy picked it up and quickly put it down.

"It's so hot!"

swallowed his saliva, stared at the steamed bun deadly, for fear that it would run away on its feet, and finally picked it up again, wiped off the wood ash on the steamed bun, and was about to take a bite.

"How could I have forgotten this", the little boy said reproachfully, then carefully broke off a small half of the steamed bun, respectfully walked to the statue of the mountain god and put it down, and then said faintly: "Old fairy, just a little bit, you will be fine."

After speaking, he reluctantly put it down, stared at it for a long time, and then turned to leave, picked up the remaining half, and ate it in small bites.

Perhaps the scene seen today was too incredible and too indigestible, the little boy lay by the fire after eating half a steamed bun, unable to sleep for a long time, staring at the sky outside the roof with a pair of big eyes.

Suddenly sat up, as if he was much bolder, he went straight to the statue of the mountain god and knelt down, and said sincerely: "Old fairy, you are always a Taoist immortal in the sky, you must know the past and the future, you old man look at me, can you also fly in the air in the future, free world, if you tell me that you can, I will definitely build a new and big temple for you in the future, and give you incense every day."

As he spoke, the little boy reached into his pocket and pulled out the only one of his own hot coins, which still had his body temperature.

"The positive side is what I can, and as for the negative side, can I or can't? Alas, I can't."

The little boy said to himself in a tangled way, if these words were heard in the ears of passers-by, they would definitely cause a big joke, and after speaking, the little boy then threw the iron coin high and stared intently, waiting for the final result to appear.

"When!when!when!"

After the crisp sound of landing, the iron coin lay quietly on the ground, and the little boy's face instantly bloomed with incomparably brilliant brilliance, and he couldn't help but let out a slightly heroic and crisp laugh of "giggles".

Standing up anxiously, he turned around and ran out of the temple, ignoring even the iron coin on the ground that he had regarded as his life, or having already thrown it out of the clouds, regardless of whether it was still raining heavily outside, and whether the night was still as dark as ink.