Since ancient times, good and evil are incompatible, there is a causal relationship between yin and yang, people cannot die and stay in the world as ghosts, and all things are cultivated into demons.

According to Ganbao's "Sou Shen Ji": Nanyang Song Dingbo, when he was young, he traveled at night and met ghosts. He asked, "Who?" The ghost said, "Ghost also." The ghost asked, "Who are you anew?" Ding Bozhi said: "I am also a ghost." The ghost asked, "Where do you want to go?" He replied: "I want to go to Wan City." Ghost words: "I also want to go to Wan City." "Miles away. Ghost said: "Walking is too urgent, but we can share it." Ding Bo said: "Great goodness." ”

The ghost will first bear the number of miles. Ghost words: "Qing is too heavy, will it be a ghost?" Ding Boyan said: "I am a new ghost, so I have heavy ears." "Dingbo is a ghost who bears the burden of ghosts, and the ghosts are slightly weightless. So again and again. Dingbo replied: "I am a new ghost, I don't know what to fear? The ghost replied, "But I don't like it." So they walked together. When the road meets the water, Dingbo orders the ghost to cross first, and when he listens to it, there is no sound. Dingbo crossed by himself, and made a sound. The ghost replied, "Why do you make a sound? Ding Bo said: "New ghosts, don't be used to crossing the water, don't blame me." ”

If he wants to go to Wan City, Ding Bo will bear the ghost on his shoulders and be anxious. The ghost shouted, what was the sound, and asked for it. Don't listen to it anymore. Walk to the middle of Wan City, land on the ground, turn into a sheep, and sell it. I'm afraid of its changes, spit on it. and a thousand and a half hundred, but go. Yu Shi Chongyan: "Dingbo sells ghosts and gets thousands of five hundred Wen." ”

Song Dingbo's boldness is the image shown in front of the public, in fact, he has traveled all over the mountains and rivers since he was a child, met many strange people, and also cultivated the Tao himself. Especially for the set of catching ghosts and subduing demons, it can be said that he is handy, but Song Dingbo does not belong to one faction, and naturally likes the life of idle clouds and wild cranes.

After a long time, it was gradually forgotten by everyone, and only a few hermits in the deep mountains knew his name. Time does not hinder me for a hundred years, when Song Dingbo learned that his limit was approaching, he waited for what he had learned and encountered all his life into a book "Dingbo Ghost Hunting Record", and accepted his nephew as an apprentice to teach skills.

In this way, Song Dingbo's lineage, which is not known by decency, has been passed down from generation to generation in a hidden corner of this world.

At the beginning of the fifties, everything or everything came to a new starting point, and it was also a relatively chaotic era when the old system was eliminated and the new rules were ushered in. All kinds of demons and monsters want to take advantage of the chaos to be a disaster, and they want to find a place to live and a way to survive before the new rules reach a balance.

At the junction of Shandong, Henan and Xuzhou, there are several hills, which are not small in fact, most of them are between 500 and 800 meters. The perennial war has allowed these mountains to flourish, and although there are no large numbers of rare birds and animals, some familiar animals and plants still abound.

At the foot of the mountain there is a small village called Lianshan Village, most of the people in the village make a living from farming, only the first family in the village is called Meng Sen, who makes a living by hunting. Meng Sen is less than 20 years old, his ancestral home is Shandong, and he fled here, because he is not a local, so he has no house or land.

The villagers are simple and kind, but most of them are shy in their pockets, and even if they accept a foreigner's stay, they can't help much. Meng Sen has been practicing martial arts with his father and brother since he was a child, and his personality is relatively bold and atmospheric, and the acceptance of the villagers has made him very grateful, and he has no intention of bothering others at all.

In this way, Monson built two earthen houses in a place at the head of the village near the hill, and fenced the yard with tree branches. Just when he was worried about his livelihood, he suddenly saw several fat pheasants flying towards the mountain, so his eyes lit up and he had an idea.

Since then, there has been one more hunter in the village who relies on hunting for food for money, and Meng Sen relies on his fists and feet and excellent physical fitness to shuttle through the mountains every day. At first, he just used the method of catching some pheasants and hares, and then slowly accumulated, and when he had some money in his hand, he went to buy a shotgun.

At that time, the management was still very loose, and almost every household had such things as guns, and most of them were for the purpose of taking care of the family's nursing home. With the blessing of the shotgun, Monson's prey list has many larger animals, such as wild boars, deer, foxes, etc. In this way, life got better and better, and he slowly settled down in this place until an adventure a year later.

On this day, Meng Sen went up the mountain early to hunt with a shotgun on his back as usual, but after walking around the mountain for a long time, he did not gain anything at all. Today is also strange, the animals in the mountains seem to have disappeared collectively, Meng Sen is a little depressed, and even more unwilling, after a little consideration, he simply tidied up his things, and then walked towards the deep mountain.

The mountains are in a circular trend, with the tallest one in the middle and a slightly lower one around the perimeter, and the villagers who live nearby generally only move around the outer hills. And the highest one in the middle、Few people go, deep in the mountains and old forests are full of spirits、This is the deep-rooted thinking of people under feudal superstition。

But for the sake of his livelihood, Monson also had to take a risk, and the more he went inside, the more strange rocks and giant trees grew. Although the mountain is not big, but there is really a hole in it, looking at the surrounding environment, Meng Sen gradually has a bottom in his heart, there will definitely be large animals in this environment.

As he was looking around to observe the movement around him, suddenly a black shadow rushed in front of Meng Sen, judging from the shape of the small wild boar that should be half the size of a head, but he was not completely sure. So he took the shotgun in his hand, followed the black shadow, and in this way, after following for more than an hour, Monson suddenly found that he had come to the halfway up the mountain, and when he looked ahead, there were several swarthy caves not far away.

And the black shadow just now also disappeared at this time, and according to the route, it must have entered one of the holes. Monson walked quickly to the open space in front of the entrance of the cave, and counted carefully, there were four holes in total, and they were all about the same size. The black shadow couldn't make an accurate judgment on which hole he entered, but Meng Sen was unhurried, walked to the hole on the far left, and then put his ear on the wall of the cave and listened carefully.

Then he did the same, listening to the holes one by one, and when all four holes had been heard, he did not hesitate to go to the third hole from left to right.

From the entrance of the cave, it was pitch black as if it had no head, and the height and width of the cave happened to be suitable for a person to walk into. Monson stood at the entrance of the cave and hesitated, but if he didn't go, he might have to go back empty-handed, so he lit a torch and walked along the side of the cave inside.

Meng Sen, who was walking in the cave, became apprehensive again as he got farther and farther away from the entrance of the cave, but the smell of pigs in the air kept stimulating him to walk forward. Suddenly, Monson noticed that a corner appeared in front of him, and there were a few "hum" sounds of wild boars behind the corner, and at this time, the little timid thought in his heart was completely dispelled, and he raised his shotgun and accelerated his pace to chase after him.

In the process of chasing, Meng Sen noticed that the cave seemed to be getting bigger, and the black shadow running in front of him gradually became clear in the flash of fire. Sure enough, it was a black pig the size of a soil dog, and after locking on the prey, Meng Sen's mood suddenly became excited, and he accelerated the speed of the chase.

After about a few more minutes of pursuit, Meng Sen felt that the prey in front of him was almost within the shooting range of the shotgun, so he raised the shotgun with one hand and aimed at the fleeing black pig. Just listen to the sound of "bang", the fire from the muzzle of the gun instantly livened up the quiet cave, and the sound of gunfire continued to sound back and forth in the cave. The black pig was also cunning, and at the moment of the gunshot, he jumped to avoid a blow.

Meng Sen was also taken aback by this scene, and said in his heart that this animal in the deep mountains was so cunning, but the speed of the chase did not slow down. A man and a pig played a game of cat and mouse in this hole, and there were two consecutive gunshots "Bang Bang", but the black pig still dodged as if it had eyes on its back.

Soon, Monson chased the black pig to the bottom of the cave, which was a large open space covered with a layer of dead grass, which looked like an animal nest. The black pig was sitting on the haystack, facing Monson, panting heavily. Meng Sen also took a break, and then raised his shotgun to the black pig to prepare for a quick battle, at this moment, a strange scene appeared, and the black pig who confronted Meng Sen suddenly spoke.

"Your time is near, but you don't know it yet, and what you have in your hands is of no use to me."

Meng Sen's hand that was about to pull the trigger stiffened, subconsciously took a few steps back, and asked in a panic.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

No matter how bold Meng Sen usually is, he was also overwhelmed by this scene, the secluded black hole in the deep mountains, a beast with a mouth, this kind of supernatural rumor actually appeared in front of his eyes.

"I'm not a human, let alone a ghost, I'm the wild boar king who has been cultivating in this mountain for many years."

Seeing Monson put down his shotgun, Black Pig continued. Even if he didn't say it, Meng Sen had guessed it in his heart, he had long heard the old people say that there were many spirits that had been cultivated all year round in the deep mountains and old forests, and if people didn't take the initiative to provoke them, they wouldn't take the initiative to hurt people. Now, after chasing it for a long time, this is already the end of the beam, and his tone is already a little soft.

"Pig King Daxian, I don't know my true body, I was offended just now, I really deserve to die! But Wangzhu Wang Daxian has been cultivating for many years, and he has released the villain with compassion. ”

With that, he knelt on the ground with a thud and looked at the black pig in front of him with tears in his eyes. I saw that the black pig did not immediately answer Meng Sen's words, but squatted in place and began to shake from side to side, as the black pig shook more and more, the size of the black pig gradually increased, and it did not stop until it was three or four meters tall.

When Meng Sen saw that the black pig had become so huge in the blink of an eye, he thought that he was going to eat himself, and his heart was crossed, so he picked up his shotgun and looked at the black pig essence vigilantly.

"Hmph~ You don't have to be afraid, I'm going to hurt you, I'm afraid you won't be able to follow here."

The black pig glanced at the person in front of him, his words full of disdain and confidence, and then his front hooves also lay down, and he just lay on the ground and looked at Monsen.