Sunset.

The stream gurgled around the village, and the shepherd boy rode the ox and played the flute.

In the village, every house is smoking, and there are faint voices.

Along the way, in the paddy fields, the old man who planted rice was laughing and shouting at the shepherd boy.

"It's a peaceful farmhouse scene. ”

By the bridge at the entrance of the village, several figures came slowly, each dressed in monotonous clothes, but burly and imposing, and the person at the head looked at the scene in front of him and laughed.

"How many of you are passing by?" the old man also saw a few people and greeted him.

"Passing by?" the leader shook his head and walked to the edge of the field, "Old man, do you have any scholars in this village?"

"You mean Old Master Qiu?" the old man was simple, and he was happy when he heard it, "You are here to find the master, but his friends?"

"Friend?" the leader shook his head, "It's our king who wants to find him!"

"King?" The old man's face changed sharply, and he took two steps back, and saw the person in front of him with a mouth on the ground, his lips expanding rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, he was half a person tall, and the inside was red!

Smelly!

Before the old man could shout, his mouth pounced.

Quack!

In the crisp sound, the leader bent down slightly, his head turned into a huge wolf head, the wolf's mouth chewed, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Ahhh

A terrible scream came from the side, but it was the shepherd boy who turned his head and saw the scene of the head of the man turning into a wolf and the wolf's mouth devouring people, and screamed in horror, and the buffalo under him seemed to be stimulated, "moo", and galloped towards the village with all four hooves.

"Did you run away?"

The wolf-headed man spat out a piece of bloody bones, and with a wave of his hand, several people behind him laughed fiercely, their clothes were torn, revealing the appearance of wild beasts, and they all rushed towards the village.

Whew!Whew!

A few ups and downs have caught up with the shepherd boy.

Screaming, yelling, and swallowing, the shepherd boy and the cattle were eaten, leaving behind a field of blood and broken bones, and staining the soil red.

Then, several people did not stay and entered the village.

The whole village was boiling, the men roared angrily, and the women wailed.

The sunset is like fire, the clouds are like burning, and half of the sky is red.

The wolf-headed man's head had shrunk to its normal size, and there was a smear of blood left on the side of his mouth, and he walked towards the village step by step.

Halfway through, a pig ran out of the village, with a fat head and a bloated body, but it traveled at a speed and ran in front of the wolf-headed man.

"General," the pig's face was ashamed, and his mouth stained with blood chirped, "that poor cuo was killed by me." ”

"Huh?" the wolf's eyebrows furrowed like a human.

"Don't blame me! Don't blame me!" the pig's head shook, "Before I touched that old thing, he muttered a bunch of things, and then hit his head and died!"

"Crashed to death?" "The wolf-headed man looked puzzled, but after thinking about it, "Forget it, an old Xiucai, if he dies, he will die, at such an age, our princess can't look down on it, there are still a few villages around, there will be no fewer readers, catch a few more." ”

The big pig breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then thought of something again, and hurriedly said: "That old show has a son, and he looks like a talent, much stronger than that old show!"

"Son?" the wolf-headed man nodded, "Arrested, check afterwards, if there is no merit in the body, slaughter and eat meat, the scholar bathes the saint and educates, the meat is extremely crispy." ”

As soon as his words fell, there were several shouts in front of him, and then a wooden-faced man hurriedly ran over: "General! Oh no! That Xiucai's son has run away!"

"Ran away?" the wolf-headed man said, "A mortal can escape from you?"

"The general didn't know anything, and the scholar suddenly drew his sword ......"

Before the wood-faced man could explain, he was interrupted by the wolf-headed man: "Forget it, it's not bad for this one, the deadline is approaching, and the top priority is to have a few villages left." ”

"But," the wooden-faced man hesitated, "the stabbed crow has already caught up." ”

..................

Blood dripped.

A green shadow ran through the mountains and forests, and several turns were all remote places in the forest.

But he was a young man of about twenty years old, dressed as a scholar, and holding a broken sword in his hand, and there was blood on it.

"Whew~"

He gasped for breath, his green shirt was in tatters, mostly cut by branches in the woods, and near his shoulders, it was stained with a lot of blood.

Sweat kept sliding down his forehead, and the scholar looked panicked, turning his head to look back from time to time.

"Youkai, youkai!" he muttered, and ran a few more steps forward, the trees and grass around him growing more and more luxuriant, and the fear in his heart grew stronger.

Suddenly!

As soon as his feet slipped, the soil on the soles of his feet rolled down, and the scholar only felt that his feet were empty, and the whole person lost his balance and rolled down.

Hula-la.

The green shirts fluttered on the hillside, and finally stood still in a patch of grass.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

There were a few more wounds on the scholar's body, a bloody wound on his face was faintly visible, and the sword in his hand fell somewhere.

Plop! Plop!

The sound of flapping wings came faintly from a distance, and the scholar was startled, barely holding on to the ground, standing up tremblingly, with a blood stain on his leg, and with a hard kick, he fell down again.

"I'm exhausted. ”

His heart was gloomy and he looked up.

"Huh, that's ......."

A dilapidated temple appeared in front of me, old and dilapidated.

"Is this the place where Qiu was buried?"

In a trance, the scholar limped forward a few steps and walked into the ruined temple.

He had heard of this temple, it is said that it was enshrined in the god of the Yuan Mountain, and the incense was also prosperous, but eighty years ago the dynasty was changed, Jiannan Road was the land of Longxing, after several governance, the mountain people in Qingchang County gradually decreased, this temple was slowly dilapidated, even the path was overgrown with weeds, and few people came.

The scholar panicked and actually came here.

The temple was already small, no one cared about it for many years, and it was already dilapidated, with debris all over the corners, and the stone floor was covered with a thick layer of dust.

On the innermost platform, there is a clay statue, gray, not very clear.

The scholar walked all the way, and every step was a footprint, and there were still blood stains on the print.

His breath weakened, his face became darker and darker, and his spirit became more and more trance-like, but enlightenment appeared in his heart.

"The deadline is approaching. ”

Poof.

As soon as his legs were weak, he fell to his knees, the pain all over his body devoured the only remaining Qingming, looking at the statue on the stage, his heart was unwilling.

"What is my father's crime? What is the crime of the villagers? Why did he end up like this? If the heavens have a heart and a spirit, how can they let the demons run rampant! Now he is about to die, but he cannot take revenge, and his will cannot be comfortable, how unjust it is!"

That's when it happened.

"You can really run, like that rat, drilling around, but your scent, left all the way, can't escape the palm of my black third son!"

A hoarse voice came from outside the temple.

A black shadow descended from the sky, with pitch-black wings on its side, and scattered feathers fluttering down.

When he landed, his wings contracted and turned into arms, and his footsteps sounded, and a man with a bird's head walked into the temple, and there was a small patch of blood on his abdomen.

"Being injured by a mortal like you is a great shame, and it can only be made up for with flesh and blood!"

Walking into the temple, the bird-headed man looked around a few times and sneered: "You have come all the way to ask God to save your life? In this Yuanning Mansion, which family can compare to the king of my family? You have worshiped the wrong god, and you have died, and you can't complain about others." He scoffed.

When the scholar saw this person, he panicked at first, but then calmed down: "You demons, kill people and eat lives, even if I die and turn into a powerful ghost, I will not let you go!" The voice fell, and his eyes suddenly blurred and lost his mind.

"Turned into a ghost?" the bird-headed man shook his head with a smile, "Don't think about it, you can't go to the Netherworld." Your soul is in my bag!"

As soon as these words fell, the bird-headed man kicked violently, pounced forward, and directly grabbed the scholar's neck, and the black gas in his hand was permeated, and it penetrated into the scholar's body along the pores.

"Ahhh

The bird-headed man sneered: "Wail! The worse you die, the stronger your soul will be, and the more you will make up for it! Hmm? This is going to die? What a fragility! ”

In the blink of an eye, the scholar's body was full of vitality, blood flowed out of the seven orifices, and the black qi shuttled through the flesh and blood, pulling out a trace of phantom soul qi.

Suddenly, the scholar shuddered, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and muffled words came out of his mouth.

"Huh?" the bird-headed man was stunned, "who are you talking to?"

Before the words fell, I heard a "boom", and something fell!

"Carving insect skills, dare to sneak attack!" The bird-headed man was not in a hurry, waved his arms, turned into wings, fluttered and fanned, and a black wind gushed out.

As soon as the black wind blew, it was alive against the falling things, and the bird-headed man looked fixedly, but the sight was a clay statue.

"Huh?" he swept his eyes and noticed that there was nothing on the platform where the statue was enshrined, and suddenly realized, "There is actually a land in this temple! Okay! If this matter is returned to the king, it will be a great achievement!

As he spoke, the bird-headed man rose from the ground, and actually gave up the scholar and wanted to leave directly.

"If it's somewhere else, I really can't help you! Unfortunately, this temple is my territory. "Light words, echoes followed, from within the idol.

The dilapidated temple shook, and bits of white light seeped out of the walls, spreading, encircling the bird-headed people, imprisoning them in the air.

"Not good!" the bird-headed man's face changed, "You wild god is so bold! I am the king of Tongshan who sits down as a soldier, and I have a soul card to send my life, once I die, I will be implicated, you ruined temple......"

"Let you get away, and then report the news, the end may not be good, thinking about it is not much different from killing you, go well, don't send it. ”

With a bang, the idol fell in the light, and with a click, the brains of the bird-headed man burst apart, and blood scattered.

Subsequently, the white light quickly dissipated.

Seeing this, the scholar laughed madly, but his voice was like a mosquito, and after a few breaths, he restrained his laughter, struggled to get up, and bowed to the statue: "Thank you for the great grace of the mountain god, but Qiu is about to die, and there is no way to repay him." ”

As he spoke, his face was as pale as paper, he could see the subcutaneous blood vessels, and there was black gas lingering between his eyebrows, which was a great joy and sorrow, hurting his heart, and even more demonic qi invading the body, hurting the fundamentals, and the yang energy was about to die.

After thanking him, the scholar's face became more and more gloomy: "It's a pity that only one monster died, and there are still many people at large, this hatred ......"

At this moment, the idol cried out, "If you want revenge, there is a way." ”

"What?" the scholar was startled, his eyes widened, and his face turned ruddy, "How can I take revenge? Could it be that the mountain god wants to save me?"

"You are attacked by demonic energy, and your soul is about to disperse, and you may not even be able to go to the underworld, I am a small god in the mountains, no one has worshiped for decades, and it is difficult to protect yourself, and you can't even get out of this temple, killing that monster under a sneak attack is the limit, how can I save you?"

Hearing this, the scholar was stunned.

Then he heard the idol say, "However, I have a way, and I have another way, it depends on whether you want to do it or not." ”

Hearing this, the scholar became more and more energetic: "I want to hear it in detail." ”

Then the stone statue said, "If you think about it, what I want to say is already in your heart." ”

The scholar listened, thought about it for a while, and really found that there was more words in his heart, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Qiu's deadline is approaching, there is no hope of revenge, and even the lonely soul and wild ghost can't do it, the mountain god killed this demon, it is Qiu Mou's engong, and now he is willing to spend divine power to help me fall into reincarnation, speaking of which, I still took advantage of it, and what a pity for this body, in the future, there will be Lao Shanshen to complete Qiu's thoughts." ”

"Good!" said the idol again, "I have three hairs on the back of my neck, you pluck one of them, put them in your mouth, drive away the distracting thoughts in your heart, and wait." ”

The scholar was almost out of oil, so he barely got up, and it took him more than a dozen breaths to swallow the hair, raise his hand to arrange his clothes, kowtow in the direction of the village, and then fell silent.

Suddenly!

The light flickered.

Wisps of white light flickered all over his body, and a phantom figure with the same appearance as the scholar came out of the heavenly spirit, first his face was confused, and then he was startled, came back to his senses, bowed to the idol, and thanked him.

On the statue of the god, there was also a figure with white light rising up, bowing his hand, and then raising his hand to point, shooting out a white light, rolling the scholar's phantom to the ground and disappearing.

"Huangquan has a long way to go, go all the way, and may the next life be safe. The white light figure sighed, shook slightly, and split a streamer of light, which fell on the silent and motionless scholar's body.

The next moment, there was a "bang" in the scholar's mouth, as if something had exploded, and then he trembled and raised his head.

"It's done!"

He strained his legs and was about to get up, but with a thud, he fell again.

"I haven't walked on my legs for decades, and I can't even coordinate the movement of getting up, so I can adapt to it first, and just heal my wounds. ”

As he spoke, the wounds on his body healed quickly, and his sluggish spirit was reinvigorated.

After the time of half a pillar of incense, the scholar stood up again.

He jumped on the spot a few times, then staggered a few more steps.

"I've been here for decades, and I've been a statue of immortality, and now I've finally experienced the feeling of being a human being. ”

After muttering a few words, he closed his eyes, revealing a look of indulgerence, and only opened them again after half a ring.

"I didn't expect this person to be so stubborn, no wonder he was so unwilling. Well, since I have entered this body, everything that has ever been on the earth will be gone with the wind, and from now on, I will be Qiu Yan. ”

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, lightning and thunder suddenly thundered in the sky, and black gas seeped out from the cracks in the surrounding floors, entangled and condensed, turning into three black fogs.

Qiu Yan's face moved, and he was not surprised.

"As I expected. ”