It had just rained in the Juling Mountains, and the clouds were steaming and foggy. Water vapor flows between the mountains, nourishing the plants and trees in the mountains, and also giving birth to the spirits of the mountains. Now a great crowd was noisily gathered in the woods, and the rain had made them simmer for a day, and now they finally stopped, and at once they ran out of their nests, and made a fuss and rolled into a ball.

At this time, a squirrel on the tree was talking, and she shouted to a group of small monsters under the tree, "Someone's coming, someone's—"

The voice had not yet fallen, but a few sharp-eyed people had already seen it. From the other side of the woods, a man dressed as a monk came over, with a demon sword on his back and a demon compass in his hand, looking around.

"Who?" "Who?"

These little monsters muttered, but they weren't very afraid. One of the rabbits pricked up his ears and said to his sister, "That man looks no different from his brother, he has a pair of eyes, a nose and a mouth, and we play with us, leave him alone." ”

"But—"

As he was talking, the man was gradually coming this way, only to see the compass pointer in his hand turning around, and when he looked up, he saw a group of monsters, and he was stunned.

The people these monsters see the most on weekdays are Rong and Zhedan, under their words and deeds, they are pure-minded, and at most they go to the foot of the mountain to scare passers-by, so when they see this monk, they are not very afraid, and one of them also asks, "Who are you?"

The monk couldn't help but be startled when he saw so many monsters gathered in one place, but he remembered the teachings of his heavenly master, and felt that this Juling Mountain was indeed a place to hide filth and dirt, and the upright and heroic spirit in his heart spontaneously appeared, and he immediately took out the sword on his back, wiped it in his hand, and pointed at these little demons and shouted: "Where are the monsters, you are so bold to treat me so boldly to send you all to hell today!"

The little goblins fled in all directions with hindsight, and a few of them let out a few symbolic screams of confusion. The rabbit spirit also asked his sister, "Is this man really trying to kill us, or is he just joking?"

But when he turned around, he saw that his sister's head had flown out and crashed into a tree.

"I can't help myself!" the monk snorted, waving his sword in his hand with a whirring sound. He untied the Qiankun bag on his waist, and suddenly flew out more than a dozen rune papers, fixing the little demons who didn't have time to escape in place. After only a few "swishs", the surroundings fell silent, and a burst of blood mist gradually drifted into the air.

"Hahaha, look at how you are doing harm to the world!" The monk let out a few heroic laughs, but he heard the sound of breaking wind behind him, and before he could turn back, he was slapped out three feet away with a palm, and rolled on the ground a few times before stopping, only to feel that his internal organs seemed to have been stirred up, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Who!" he struggled to his feet, and when he looked up, he saw a young man in a blue shirt, holding a trembling rabbit in his arms, with tears in his eyes, glaring at him.

The people who appear in this mountain forest must be immortals. He couldn't tell the gender of the person in front of him for a while, raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "This fairy, what you are holding in your arms is a monster!

"Phew!" Rong He was so angry that his whole body trembled, and he gritted his teeth and said: "You hurt the creatures of Juling Mountain, and you are ashamed to say that they are monsters?! Where have they harmed people, but you - full of blood, like a monster!"

"I see that you are extraordinary, but I didn't expect you to be the accomplice of these monsters! Demons are demons, the six reincarnations have their own order, they will harm people sooner or later, what's wrong with me killing them!"

Rong He originally thought that he was a monk after all, so he only used three points of strength for the one just now, but he didn't expect this person to be so stubborn, and he wanted to beat him to death just now, so that he would be messing around here again. He turned his head to look at the blood all over the ground, and only felt that his heart had been poked by a knife in a dozen holes, and he held back it so that he would not shed tears.

Ever since he followed his master to practice in the Juling Mountains, he has been bent on eliminating his anger and becoming a calm person. But now that this situation is encountered, all the "quiet self-cultivation" has been thrown out of the clouds. He looked at the monk and smiled coldly, and said, "Do you think they should be killed if they are demons?"

After Rong He finished asking, he didn't give him a chance to speak again, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind sent the monk straight down the mountain, blowing him dizzy and his eyes were full of stars. The monk remembered to smile with tolerance, but he felt creepy, and his whole body began to chill, and he shook his body before he felt better.

Rong He looked at the corpses all over the ground, and didn't say a word, just squatted down and dug holes for them one by one with his hands, until all the skin of his ten fingertips broke and blood came out. He thought as he plowed, not knowing what was going on in his mind, until he smiled softly at the end.