Early the next morning, after the rooster crowed only three times, Zhang Baijian turned over, summoned a ball of water with a spell in his hand, rubbed it on his face, and walked out of the room with his luggage on his back. Trim the day, it's time to leave.

Although the life in the small mountain village is quiet and serene, Zhang Baijian does not belong here. He was just a passer-by who accidentally broke into the calm waters of this lake.

"What, is the wizard leaving?" The old woman was already standing beside Zhang Baijian at some point, still carrying a big bag in her hand, and she didn't know what it contained.

Zhang Baijian smiled: "Yes! I was disturbed yesterday! I will be on the road today!"

The old woman's eyes drooped for a moment, and she didn't have any expression, let alone politeness, so she carried the bag and turned around and walked back to the house.

Zhang Baijian opened his mouth, wanting to say something like 'thank you for your hospitality, not very grateful', but in the end she chose to give up.

The way of cultivation lies in the truth, to remove the false and retain the truth and turn into a real person, there is no need to deliberately ask for indifference, but it also emphasizes a word of sincerity, sincerity in the heart, sincerity in people. This is the road to heaven and earth, and if you talk and do something hypocritical, you will get in the way of yourself.

Others keep their kindness in mind, that is.

After all, everything is a matter of course!

waved his sleeves goodbye to this small mountain village, and Zhang Baijian continued on the road.

The small mountain village in the early morning had not yet woken up from its sleep, so except for the old woman, no one noticed Zhang Baidao's departure.

Walking out of the small village, Zhang Baijian watched the mountain veins and followed the leylines all the way to the east.

According to some geographical records, the territory of the Great Xia Kingdom is vast, the mountains and forests are vast, and the terrain is also changeable, and the Great Xia Kingdom is also known as the beginning of the Five Tibets and the Eight Wildernesses. There are no less than 10,000 blessed places with a few famous mountains, and there are countless unknown and nameless wild mountains.

Just as the Datuo Mountain that Zhang Baijian walked through is one of them, the name of the Datuo Mountain is just the name of the small mountain village, maybe in another direction. In another village, the name of the mountain will be different.

Hmmm! No! It smells of blood!

Zhang Baijian rushed into a bush on the edge of the cliff with an arrow step.

In the grass, a sturdy middle-aged man lay there with a pale face. A big hole was broken in his chest, his eyes stared blankly, and the last trace of attachment to the world in his eyes could still be seen. Apparently just died.

A large pile of broken internal organs was randomly sprinkled on the ground, which looked very disgusting.

"Who is it?" Zhang Baijian shouted.

Reaching out and pulling out the Hundred Battles Sword from his waist, the Hundred Battles were now a sixth-order magic weapon. The majestic and flickering thunder, combined with the preface of the nine-character mantra, set up a sharp sword light and swept the entire grass.

A sword was struck, and the blades of grass flew in the sky, messy in the wind.

Behind the flying blades of grass, a little monk in a white monk's robe who looked no more than five or six years old stood with a small jade-colored crescent shovel in his hand, looking at Zhang Baijian with a wary expression.

"What a bald donkey! I don't think it's you, a demon monk!"

Zhang Baijian didn't judge people by their appearance, looking at his young age does not mean that he is really young, and he is about to attack when he arranges the formation patterns of the "Twelve Void Dao" above his head.

"Slow, slow, baldness. The donkey's is not, the little monk passed by with a lamp, smelled the smell of blood, and then came to take a look, how did he become a demon monk? . ”

Before he finished speaking, the blades of grass were scattered, and the little monk saw the fragmented corpse behind Zhang Baijian, his immature face turned white at first, and then he suddenly said angrily: "Good you evil wizard! You dare to kill innocents like this! Give the little monk my life!"

As he spoke, he rushed over with a crescent shovel in his hand, and a golden swastika light and shadow flickered under his feet.

"Killing innocents?" said the little bald donkey?" Zhang Baijian was stunned. The reaction was not slow at all, the twelve formation patterns on the top of his head were not released, but the Hundred Battles Sword in his hand once again carried a strong sword light to meet the crescent shovel of the little monk.

The golden and purple brilliance collided together, and the blades of grass that had been flying became even more fragmented.

"You didn't kill that man?" the two asked in unison.

"Of course not!" replied again at the same time.

"Ahem! Passing by here, I stumbled upon this corpse!" Zhang Baijian coughed dryly, withdrew his Hundred Battle Sword, and pointed to the corpse on the ground.

The little monk also took back the crescent shovel, put it up with one hand, and solemnly reintroduced himself: "Little monk Qinghe Temple lights the lamp!"

The two tacitly forgot about the previous unhappiness and walked to the corpse together.

"This cruel way of dying. Ten ** is caused by monsters, you see this wound, it should have been directly torn apart by sharp claws!" After the initial discomfort, the little monk pointed to the wound on the corpse's stomach very professionally and affirmed.

Zhang Baijian nodded in agreement.

He didn't think so because of the wound, in fact, there are many kinds of man-made injuries that can cause such wounds. What really made Zhang Baijian vigilant was that whenever he was contemplating and observing the corpse, the calamity in his body fluctuated slightly.

The reason why Zhang Baijian quickly trusted the little monk to burn the lamp was also because when the little monk burned the lamp, the robbery force did not react, and there was no fluctuation. This is enough to prove that Randen is indeed not the murderer who killed the strong man.

As for why the little monk believed Zhang Baijian all of a sudden? Hmph! The ghost knows.

A pit was dug and the body of the strong man was buried in it, and the two walked together.

"Have you noticed?" asked the little monk with a crescent moon shovel on his heart.

"What?" Zhang Baijian asked rhetorically.

"It's those bits and pieces of internal organs!"

"What? Are you interested, do you want to cook soup or braised it?" Zhang Baijian looked at Ran Deng, who was obviously still a child, but tried his best to put on an old and serious appearance, and couldn't help but tease.

Sure enough, a sentence exposed the little monk's true nature.

"Interested?gag~.!You're interested in those things, your whole family is interested in those things!" said the little monk with a thunderous light.

"Well, sure enough, it's much easier to hear you talk like that. ”

The little monk folded his hands and recited Amitabha Buddha a few more times, then he regained his composure, and put on a high-ranking monk's appearance and analyzed: "The little monk just observed carefully, and there is one missing in those fragmentary internal organs!"

Zhang Baijian quickly replayed those disgusting images in his mind.

"Heart! missing heart!" Zhang Baijian affirmed.

"That's right!"

"Wait! There was another smell of blood, although it was faint, but it could still be smelled!" the little monk twitched his nose like a hunting dog, and quickly ran towards the woods beside the road.

Sure enough, in the woods, there was another corpse that had been eviscerated.

It can be judged to be male based on physical characteristics, but it is so rotten that it is no longer visible.

There is also no heart in the same rotten and smelly internal organs on the side.

The body was buried in the same way, a monk and a witch, and continued on the road.

Along the way, the two found six identical corpses, and the two who were still arguing at the beginning fell completely silent.

Both of them were in a heavy mood.

The six corpses that had been cut out were all male, and other than that, there were no other features.

But there is no guarantee, after all, they have only found six, and maybe there are other places, but they haven't found them.

After being silent for a long time, the little monk suddenly said, "I thought of a possibility!"

"What?"

"There's a demon who wants to change his heart!" (To be continued.) )