Hunting Heart Little Mengxian: Rebirth and Raising a Wolf

Chapter 16 She's So Attractive

Before the Seventh World, that battle was the pinnacle of the battle between immortals and demons.

Li Wu originally thought that he and the old demon king Rong Xiao would perish together, from this, he could completely become a fairy, and he would no longer have to deal with the chaos of the Eight Desolations and the Six Harmonies, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

From then on, the Three Realms and the Seven Races will return to the grand occasion of cleanliness and harmony for hundreds of thousands of years.

However, how could he have expected that Li Wu's remaining ray of immortal soul and Rong Xiao's remaining ray of demon soul were entangled together, and they were buried together in the prison demon cave under the stone bone mountain.

Under the palm-sized Demon Realm, Li Wu had fully suffered the punishment of purgatory for the seventh life.

During those 500 years, even he himself often couldn't tell the difference:
Whether it was influenced by Rong Xiao's remnant soul, or because of his original intention and infinite guilt that he had hidden all along, he became "mad" in love with Lan Jingchu who fell into the mortal world as a blood-colored blue branch flower.

Rong Xiao Cannian, who lived with his fairy soul, not only would change into different appearances of Lan Jingchu from time to time to torment him, but also always made him see clearly his inner selfish desires and ridicule him.

If not, in this life, Li Wu would have been enlightened by Patriarch Bodhi; I'm afraid, he would still be trapped in the prison demon cave, co-living with Rong Xiao's demon soul, and then go through the end-time purgatory for 500 years, even thousands of years... …

It's just that, as a human being now, some of the past scenes that Li Wu experienced still remain in his memory, and they will still appear so vividly and vividly in his memory!
In particular, every time it comes to the "Day of the Moon's death", his fairy soul aura is the weakest, and when Rong Xiao's demon soul is at its strongest, Li Wu will always be attacked by the most heart-wrenching memory since his death.

She hated him, hated that he had no love for her in his heart, hated that he gave all righteousness to the common people;
She hated him, in order to preserve the Eight Desolations, Liuhe, Three Realms, and Seven Races, and to fulfill his righteousness, he abandoned her;

She hated him, the moment his "Gu Shang" that was only used to slay demons and demons pierced her heart, her heart was already dead, and she would never forgive him forever!

"Jingchu..."

Unknowingly, he yelled and called out.

My heart hurts like something, as if countless huge boulders of gold are stuck there.

Just like, in the past 500 years, as long as Lan Jingchu's fantasies appeared, it was often difficult for Li Wu to tell whether those were dreams or reality.

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In the dilapidated Guanyin Temple with air leaks everywhere, there are a few rays of sunshine that are suddenly warm and then cold, shining in through the broken window lattice, and it is as peaceful as water.

It quietly sprinkled on the young man's pale and cold face, but he frowned and closed his eyes behind his eyelids, but it seemed that some turbulent waves that shook the world were surging.

"Jingchu..."

I don't know how long I have been lying here, suddenly, the young man's chest was uncomfortable and he couldn't breathe anymore, and suddenly, he opened his eyes as if he had just woken up from a dream.

When he vaguely felt that he heard the very familiar name coming from his own mouth, he realized that he had dreamed about Lan Jingchu again.

More than 500 years have passed, and the word "Jingchu" is still a nightmare language that he can't get rid of.

Especially the trace of Rong Xiao's remnant soul that lived with him in his body would always take advantage of his weakest state to wreak havoc.

"Oops! On a whim, I only cared about protecting that silly girl; during the battle against Snow Wolf, I actually forgot the damned Moon Death Day!"

The fifth, fourteenth, and twenty-third days of each month are the most difficult and least willing days for him to spend. Therefore, at that time, he would wrap himself tightly in a wolf fur cloak early and hide in the Black Mountain cave .

According to his usual habits, those black wolf monsters he raised with his heart and flesh will be responsible for guarding him, lest he lose self-control and go outside the cave to do some "demon disasters" that he will never regret.

Unexpectedly, not only was he accidentally "rescued" from the black wolf's lair by Jiu Xiaohan, but he was also "slapped" by her with two thunderbolt marbles that collapsed the entrance of the cave and buried his confidantes in the snow.

Moreover, for her, he fought fiercely with the long-lost rivals, the snow wolves, and released the evil spirit in his body... Sigh!

Thinking of that girl, the boy was startled suddenly, his eyes widened, and his whole body became energetic:

"Where did she go?!"

"Could it be that I didn't control the evil spirit in my body, not only wiped out the group of snow wolves, but also...killed her by mistake?"

He looked around the surrounding environment intently. Inside the temple, the space is not too big, dilapidated and in disrepair.

In the room, apart from being very cold, there was nothing else worthy of his attention.Of course, the sunshine outside after the snow is very good.

After confirming that there was no other danger around him, he strenuously supported his sides with both arms, and quickly sat up straight.

His leaning body disturbs the flow of the surrounding air, mixing the fine dust in the original house, and blowing the flakes of snowflakes blown in from the broken tile roof and leaky windows.

When he subconsciously raised his sleeves, he wanted to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and neck.

However, it was only then that he realized that the shabby clothes on his body, which had already been stained with the snow wolf's blood, had been replaced by a long gray Taoist robe that didn't fit well.

"She, changed it for me? That's right, this figure is too small!"

When facing the pack of snow wolves before, the sharp wolf toes that suddenly grew out on the teenager's ten fingers had long since disappeared.

However, the length of the sleeves of his arms is only seven or eight points long, and they only reach the position above his wrists.

"Could it be that all the female disciples of the Pure Heart Sect are like her? Don't they care about the difference between men and women? They carried me out of the cave before, and now... change my clothes again?!"

The young man's cheeks suddenly turned slightly red, at least he had the appearance of a normal person, and the blood color of a normal man.

"Hmph... that's all! Anyway, right now, it's much better than killing her for no apparent reason!"

The young man stretched out his hand to touch the thick and clean rush mat that was sitting under him, unexpectedly, there was still a little bit of his own body temperature.

"It seems that I have been asleep here for a long time!"

As soon as he sat up, he could clearly feel the howling and cold wind seeping out from the gaps in this very dilapidated small Guanyin Temple.

It seemed that each strand was like an invisible knife, piercing into his bones, causing him to shiver from time to time.

"so cold!"

The young man couldn't help sighing softly, between the opening and closing of his lips, the four sharp fangs in his mouth were gone.

Then, he hurriedly pulled up the black wolf fur cloak that he had just thrown to his feet when he stood up abruptly.

Soon, his whole body became warm again.

"Fortunately, it really isn't a dream within a dream! It's real."

He was inexplicably grateful, especially when he saw that the black wolf fur cloak was still by his side.

This cloak was specially made by his mother who was a maidservant who stayed up all night just before her death.

It was as if, mother had already anticipated her own death, generally.

His mother, who was already of humble status and had never been favored, left him this cloak and a piece of jade with a unique shape that was handed down from generation to generation.

That piece of jade, the color is like a sapphire, but its appearance is very similar to a kind of fairy plant described in the lost ancient book, the second half volume of "Shen Cao Wu Yao Jing" - blue branch flower.

According to my mother, the blue branch flower only grows in the heaven.Their blue branch sap has the divine effect of bringing all living things back to life.

However, only on the day of the lunar eclipse, when the sky is starless and lightless, will that piece of jade emit an unusual brilliance.

However, this "close-fitting" Nian Xianger, which was handed down to him by his mother, disappeared after he was stabbed by the short dagger for the first time...

These days, what he has never figured out is this:
Who on earth would only want that piece of jade, but not his heart?
Could it be that the person who hurt him a few days ago was probably just a mountain bandit who didn't know his true identity, and he was only there to rob money, not people? !

These days, due to an accident, he lost his mother's relic, and the young man has always been very sad and regretful in his heart.

Come to think of it, if it wasn't for Jiu Xiaohan's accidental appearance and falling unconscious at the entrance of the black wolf's cave; if it wasn't for him, he was attracted by the "monster-absorbing fragrance" emanating from her body;

I'm afraid, he will hold the regret that may be a lifetime, as well as the pain on his body, hide under the cave, wait for the whole snow season, and wait for the ice and snow to melt before coming out of the cave again.

Now, his fellow black wolves were all collapsed and buried by Jiu Xiaohan's two thunderbolts.Today, I don't know whether it is dead or alive.

Facing the current unplanned dire situation, no matter what, he can only rely on his own ability to forage everywhere, protect himself and avoid hunting, control and overcome Rong Xiao's demon spirit, and seek other ways life is gone...

"By the way, after fighting those snow wolves, how did I come to this deserted temple?"

The piercing wind was blowing back and forth in the temple, and the young man's consciousness became much clearer. He curled up again on the thick dry straw mat in his black wolf fur cloak.

"It's such a cold day, that silly girl, don't stay in the house to keep warm, where is she?"

The young man only showed a pair of piercing black eyes, and re-evaluated everything in this dilapidated Guanyin Temple:
The dilapidated bronze statue of Avalokitesvara, which was taller than two people, was covered with cobwebs and dust, but it stood firm and sat firmly in the center of the temple.

In front of the bronze statue of Guanyin, there is a dilapidated wooden altar just like the temple.

The surface is already dry and cracked, and there are many cracked wooden stripes on the four legs.As if, as long as a small wind comes in, it can blow away the shelf.

In those cracks that can no longer be repaired, there are thick dust accumulated over the years and some useless wood chips.

Broken bullocks, smashed pieces of wooden fish, overturned candlesticks and offering trays were scattered everywhere under the table, and they had also been abandoned, dirty, and decayed for many years.

Look at this, for thousands of days, nearly ten thousand days, no one tidied up and cleaned it.

On the red lacquered pillars on both sides of the altar, the engraved handwriting is also somewhat blurred.

However, if you look carefully, you can still make out the rough words above:

Thousands of places pray for thousands of places to answer, and the sea of ​​suffering is often used as a boat to save people.

Today, the prosperous and glorious period when "Confucianism" monks and officials assisted the government and Buddhist disciples spread all over the world has long passed.

In the human world, in this dynasty at this time, the Ninth Five-Year Lord who is in charge of the famous mansion in the imperial capital is a master who never believes in Buddha, respects Buddha or respects Buddha, and does not allow the people of the world to believe in Buddha and respect Buddha.

This king has been in power for more than 30 years. Every two or three years, he will promulgate a new "Forbidden Buddha Order", which is more stringent than the other.

At the same time, destroying temples, demolishing temples, burning scriptures, slaughtering monks... as long as he could think of all the resistance measures, almost all of them were used.

It can be seen that the dilapidated appearance of this Guanyin Temple is not a case of the lack of incense, but a true epitome of the long-term ban on Buddhism implemented by the people.

As everyone knows, the "thousands of places pray for thousands of places to answer, and the sea of ​​bitterness often serves as a boat to save people" on the column couplet, and the scene of the decline of the temple inside and outside the Tang Dynasty, formed such a huge contrast between the three realms and the seven clans that can be seen with the naked eye. Did it make these two sentences even more a cold joke? !
However, now that Taoism is prevalent in the world, who would really care about these similar "jokes"? !
However, the pious believers in the past have always believed that:
The Buddha is at ease in the human heart, and has many forms...

How come generations of kings of the human world have adopted a high-pressure policy, saying that they can be banned if they are banned, and they can be completely wiped out if they want to be wiped out?

At this time, the young man's eyes were cold, and he took in everything he saw.

He has full confidence and can be sure that everything in front of his eyes is no longer a dream come out of the illusion.

However, it's just that, as for how he got here, he still doesn't have the slightest impression.

He only clearly remembered that he seemed to have had a long, long dream.

He dreamed of the pair of despairing and sad fairy tears; also, the blood-dropping blue branch flower that kept falling, which he could no longer retrieve,
and also……

"Hiss~~~It hurts!"

Perhaps, because he had just woken up from a dream, the sudden movements to get up were a bit abrupt and excessive. The young man found that the wounds on his body that were almost healed by themselves were oozing some blood again.

However, just when he was planning to lie back on the warm dry straw mat under his body, take a good rest and recuperate his new wound, he suddenly smelled a strong smell coming from outside the door. The fragrant soup taste.

Among them, there are also bursts of "monster-absorbing" fragrance that he is already familiar with Jiu Xiaohan's body...

"It's so fragrant and tempting!"

"Could it be, that silly girl actually cooked delicious food outside the door?"

"It's freezing cold! How stupid!"

The young man thought in amazement, out of curiosity, he put on the black wolf fur cloak, covered the still hurting wound, and slowly stood up.

I saw that he moved lightly over the pile of firewood that had long been dimly extinguished in the middle space, but still crackled from time to time, and came to the inner side of the door.

With the help of the few rays of snow-colored sunlight that came in through the crack of the door, he looked towards the courtyard...

(End of this chapter)