Why is such a great existence as Shenzhu hiding in the ordinary Beishan?

This question has plagued the old man for fifty years, and he has not yet received an answer.

Perhaps, the ancestors of the village were also confused by this, but more of them felt lucky.

At this moment, the old man stared at the north mountain under the sunset, letting the mountain wind meet him and blow his white hair.

"Tell all households in the village to control their own babies, and don't sneak into the mountains and disturb the tranquility of Shenzhu."

As the head of the village here, the old man has always restrained the villagers from intruding into the depths of the mountains according to the practice of generations.

Shenzhu is the only faith in this village and cannot be desecrated.

However, the old village chief always has a wish buried in his heart -

"I really want to witness the demeanor of Shenzhu again."

Fifty years ago, the cyan figure in the rain made him feel extremely shocked.

It's like an ant walking through the dirt, looking up, I see the goshawk fighting in the sky, witnessing greatness in the small and ordinary.

"Village chief, it's windy down the mountain, go back to the house." The villagers began to worry about the old man's health.

"I'm old, I can't stand the wind, it's time to go back."

The old village chief was a little stunned, every time he looked at Beishan from afar, he looked forward to seeing it, and the next moment the sacred bamboo rose from the ground and soared into the sky.

Unfortunately, that's just a luxury after all.

Shenzhu is extremely low-key, and if it weren't for that once-in-a-millennium mudslide, I'm afraid it would never have appeared.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the old man's thin face, and a pair of eyes reflected the mountain scenery, showing infinite affection.

The old village chief didn't know that the sacred bamboo he was thinking about was on the opposite side at the moment, hidden behind the pine tree at the bottom of the mountain, and was poking out a cyan leaf and looking at it silently......

I wish you to be quiet and thoughtful.

Life in the mountains is cold and lonely, and after a long time, his temperament will inevitably become much more indifferent.

So he insisted on observing human beings in order to remind himself that he was once a human being, and to ensure that the emotions and memories of his past lives would not be erased by time.

Once the emotion is completely extinguished, he will also lose his human spirituality and become a pure bamboo.

Therefore, this village is not only a source of incense, but also a place for him to cultivate his mind.

Life and death, joy, anger and sorrow...... Zhu An observed the life in the village, but as a calm spectator, it was difficult to touch his heart.

Mortal life, short and ordinary, is like a dull and boring drama.

But today, perhaps because he had just absorbed a wisp of incense in the world, the old village chief's remembrance made Zhu An feel a little emotional.

People's emotions are most likely to disappear in time, but they can also last forever in memory.

Perhaps, this is where human spirituality lies.

Spirituality......

Zhu An's state of mind is like a peaceful lake, there are some slight waves, and the surging divine consciousness slowly ripples.

The bottleneck of refining gods, which has been stuck for hundreds of years, is showing some signs of loosening at this moment.

Cultivating the mind can refine the gods.

Body, qi, and spirit, all three are the foundation of life, and then three cultivation paths have been derived.

As a naturally raised bamboo, Zhu'an is gifted, and refining the body and qi is natural, without deliberateness.

The way of refining the gods is extremely difficult, and it needs to be actively understood.

This is the shortcoming of plant-based creatures, there is a balance in creation, and since they have obtained a long lifespan, they cannot have both excellent divine souls. The vast majority of spirit plants can't even give birth to self-consciousness, and they can only be counted as a treasure medicine in the end, which can only be picked up and eaten by demon beasts and cultivators.

Zhu An benefited from a little aura in his previous life to break this balance, but he also needs to seize every opportunity and accumulate it slowly.

Fortunately, he has time. Over the past 10,000 years, even the weakest way of refining gods has accumulated to a profound realm.

Realizing this in his heart, Zhu An quietly turned around and returned to the depths of the mountain, ready to begin a period of retreat.

A bamboo into the deep forest, walking alone in the mountains.

There are many creatures in the mountains, birds and birds on the branches, rabbits and deer in the forest, snakes and rats under the stones...... They have not yet evolved into demons, and their intelligence level is not high.

But when they saw a moving bamboo appear, they all instinctively realized that this cyan figure was the most noble existence in this mountain.

Although this bamboo of the North Mountain is low-key and silent, he shelters them year after year and eliminates countless natural disasters.

The peach and plum do not speak, and the next is its own.

The birds and beasts did not panic, but were very excited, took the initiative to get out of the way, and watched Zhu An leave.

"Squeak, squeak......"

In the crisp cry, a big-tailed chestnut squirrel lay on the ground, two small front paws stretched over its head, held up a fresh pine nut, and respectfully offered it.

The Chipchestnut Squirrel doesn't know what Kitayama no Bamboo likes, but this pine nut is what it thinks is the best.

Zhu An stopped and watched it quietly.

In other words, he never paid attention to these useless confessions, and would just leave quietly.

If the lifespan of mortals is too short, then the ten years of squirrels are even more fleeting, and there seems to be no need for communication.

But today, Zhu An's mood has changed a little.

The emerald green bamboo leaves drooped down, and instead of collecting the pine nut, he gently tapped the top of the chestnut squirrel's head.

It's like those old people in the village, kindly stroking the heads of their grandchildren.

The chestnut squirrel's body trembled, as if it had been struck by an electric current, and a strong sense of happiness instantly filled his body.

Kitayama no Bamboo responded to himself!

It cocked its big tail excitedly, shook it vigorously, and kept screaming in its mouth: "Coo! Squeak! ”

I don't know how long it took, the cyan figure had long since left, but the Chipchestnut squirrel was still happily rolling on the ground.

This happiness may last for a long, long time until the end of its short life.

"Chirp." The birds chirped merrily, and the melodious chirping echoed through the forest.

The change of the bamboo in the northern mountain seems to have brought a touch of vitality to this mountain that has been silent all year round.

……

As the sun was about to set, a splash of red suddenly appeared outside the forest, shuttling in all directions, like flames dancing in the wind.

Red ran back and forth, as if searching for something, and finally stopped where the Chestnut Squirrel had rolled.

This is a fox with a red coat.

The red fox found a clump of arrow bamboo, immediately leaned over to look at it, looked down and sniffed the bamboo roots, and shook his head again.

Its eyes moved lightly, as if it was thinking, showing a temperament that was different from that of ordinary beasts.

"Where the hell is the bamboo of Kitayama?"

This mountain is full of bamboo, and if that being is mixed in it, some of them will be found.

It sighed softly like a human, intending to continue into the mountains, but suddenly froze, and its eyes widened in surprise—

In front of the woods, there seems to be a cyan shadow standing upright, surrounded by miscellaneous leaves, and the shadows are so full that it is not real.

The young red fox was excited, and his body was already trembling.

It is timid by nature, and when faced with more powerful beings, it will be difficult to suppress gaffes.

Fortunately, the sense of oppression in front of him is not too strong, and it should belong to the level of ordinary demons, rather than the more terrifying upper realm demons, or even demon kings, and the red fox will not be stunned on the spot.

It looked down at its front legs, where a string of old pale cyan beads were tied, intact that calmed it down a little.

At the same time, a gentle voice sounded in my ears:

"Little fox, are you looking for me?"

The young red fox nodded hurriedly, and bowed down obediently, and replied in the same demon language: "Respected Beishan Zhizhu, Qishan has changed, and I am here to report it." ”

After a pause, it looked a little sad and explained: "My name is Hongyun, my parents died a while ago, and I will be replaced to provide information in the future." ”

In the distance, Zhu An was slightly stunned, "It's changed again, it doesn't feel like it has been long." ”

There are no years in the mountains, only birth, old age, sickness and death, and the endless alternation of generations......

I don't know how many years ago, there was a little red fox who had just become a demon was chased and killed by a lynx, covered with injuries, and when he fled to Beishan, he was physically exhausted and fainted to the ground.

Predation and predation are natural laws, and Zhu An generally does not interfere.

But this lynx is notorious for its penchant for killing its prey, and its hunting places are often full of blood, broken intestines and flesh, and a mess.

Zhu An didn't want this beast to dirty the land of Beishan, so he changed the woods and formed a formation, so that the lynx lost its way and left Beishan unconsciously.

Only the little red fox covered in blood was left behind, waking up in the mountains and feeling the joy of the rest of his life.

Unexpectedly, the little red fox was very smart, and soon became suspicious, with the tracking level of the lynx, it was impossible to follow him when he fainted.

Could it be that there is a more powerful demon clan to help?

The little red fox looked around and could only see the shadows of the trees and the flying leaves.

It didn't feel anything, but it believed that something miracle must have happened.

The little red fox struggled to get up, bent down on his front legs, and bowed his head into the depths of the woods, shouting:

"Great kindness, how can you repay it?"

In response to it, there is only a distant mountain wind.

The little red fox waited for a long time, but still did not give up, but stayed in Beishan, recuperating from his injuries, while looking for the mysterious existence.

The performance of this little demon surprised Zhu An a little, it is rare to have such intuition and persistence when he first became a demon.

He hadn't planned to show up, and he wouldn't have let a demon beast run rampant in the mountains. If the little red fox keeps going, he can cast the Divine Soul Method to wash away his memory.

But at this moment, Zhu An felt that he could give a chance.

So he separated a wisp of divine thought, attached it to an ordinary bamboo, and met the little red fox.

"Where are you from?"

"Eight hundred miles away from Qishan." The little red fox stared at the blue shadow in front of him and replied excitedly. It didn't expect that it was a bamboo that saved it.

Zhu An: "If you really want to repay the favor, go back to Qishan, monitor the movements over there, and if there is any change, come and inform in time." I won't let you run away in vain, so I'll exchange the spirit fruit for information. ”

"I will live up to my trust." The little red fox nodded busily.

Zhu An thought about it, but still reminded: "Don't reveal my existence to the outside world." ”

In fact, he did not expose his true realm, so even if the little red fox leaked secrets and foreign enemies found him, he would only see a "stand-in bamboo" of the Great Demon Realm. And such a stand-in, Zhu An has planted hundreds of bushes in the mountains, which can be taken out and used at any time.

Remind this sentence is due to cautious habits, and I don't want to involve too much trouble.

However, when the little red fox heard this, it seemed that he had been insulted, his neck was raised, and he said stiffly:

"The Red Fox Clan never lives up to their kindness!"

With that, he turned around and walked straight away.

In order to see Zhu'an, it wandered in Beishan for many days, and it was already skinny and skinny. Now that he has finally got his wish, he is about to get the opportunity to splash the sky.

At this juncture, he left without saying a word, which once again exceeded Zhu An's expectations.

Since then, this little red fox has never been seen again......

Zhu An was not angry, nor did he care about it, he had played a lot of idle chess, and he didn't expect every piece to be effective.

It wasn't until many years later that an old red fox came to Beishan.

The old red fox wandered around the mountains for a long time, and finally raised his head helplessly and shouted into the depths of the mountain:

"My grandfather said that the kind bamboo, where are you?"

"There is a change in Qishan, and I am here to report it."