Dao fruit.

sunset.

The gurgling stream passes by the village, and the shepherd boy rides a cow and plays the flute.

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

Along the way, in the paddy fields, the old man transplanting rice seedlings laughed and yelled at the shepherd boy.

"What a peaceful farm scene."

By the bridge at the entrance of the village, a few figures approached slowly, all of them were monotonously dressed, but they were burly and imposing. The leader looked at the scene in front of him and laughed.

"How many of you are passing by?"

The old rice transplanter also saw a few people and greeted them.

"Passing by?" said the leader, and walked to the edge of the field, "Old man, there is an old scholar living in your village, isn't it?"

"You mean Master Qiu?" The old man was simple and delighted when he heard the words, "Are you here to find Master? But his friend?"

"Friend?" The leader shook his head, "Our king is looking for him!"

"Your Majesty?" The old man's complexion changed abruptly, and he quickly took two steps back, and saw the man in front of him open his mouth suddenly, his lips expanded rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, there was another person, and his inside was all red!

The stench is tangy!

Before the old man could yell out, the mouth pounced on him.

quack!

Amidst the crisp sound, the leader bent slightly, his head turned into a huge wolf's head, chewing with a wolf's mouth, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Ahhh!"

A shrill scream came from the side, but it was the shepherd boy who turned his head and saw the scene of the head turning into a wolf and swallowing people, and screamed in horror. Stamping on all fours, he galloped towards the village.

"Did you run?"

The werewolf man spat out a piece of bloody bone, waved his hand, and the people behind him laughed grinningly, their clothes were torn, and they looked like wild beasts, and they all rushed towards the village.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

After several ups and downs, he has caught up with the shepherd boy.

Screaming, roaring, and swallowing, the shepherd boy and the cattle were eaten separately, leaving blood and broken bones on the ground, which stained the soil red.

Afterwards, the few people did not stay and entered the village.

The whole village suddenly boiled, the men roared and the women wailed.

The setting sun is like fire, the clouds are like burning, and half the sky is red.

The werewolf's head had shrunk to normal size, with a smear of blood remaining on his mouth, and he walked towards the village step by step.

Halfway through the journey, a pig ran out of the village. It had a fat head, a big brain, and a bloated body, but it was moving fast and ran up to the wolf-headed man.

"General," the pig's face was blushing, and its blood-stained mouth babbled, "I killed that poor guy."

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

"Don't blame me! Don't blame me!" The pig's head shook, "Before I touched that old thing, he babbled a lot, and then hit him to death!"

"Bumped to death?" The wolf-headed man showed doubts on his face, but then he thought again, "Forget it, an old scholar, he will die as soon as he dies. At such an age, our princess probably doesn't like it. There are still a few villages around. There will be no shortage of scholars, and more people will be caught."

Big Pig heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the words, then thought of something else, and hurriedly said: "That old scholar has a son, he looks very talented, much better than that old scholar!"

"Son?" the wolf-headed man nodded, "I caught it, and checked it afterwards. If there is no fame, I will kill it and eat the meat. The scholar will bathe in the saint's education, and the meat will be extremely crisp."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several urgent roars in front of him, and then a man with a wooden face hurried over: "General! It's not good! That scholar's son has run away!"

"Run away?" The wolf-headed man showed hesitation, "Can a mortal escape from you?"

"The general doesn't know..."

Before the wooden-faced man could explain, he was interrupted by the wolf-headed man: "Forget it, this one is not bad, the deadline is approaching, the most urgent thing is to leave a few villages."

"But," the wooden-faced man hesitated, "he has already caught up with the crow."

………………

Blood drips.

A blue shadow ran in the mountains and forests, turning around several times, all in remote places in the forest.

But it was a young man about twenty years old, dressed as a scholar, holding a broken sword in his hand, with blood on the sword.

"Whoo~"

He was panting heavily, his blue shirt was torn, most of it was cut by the branches in the forest, and the area near his shoulder was stained with a lot of blood.

Sweat kept slipping from his forehead, and the scholar looked terrified, turning his head to look behind him from time to time.

"Monster, monster!" He muttered in his mouth, and ran forward a few steps, the trees and bushes around him became more lush, and the fear in his heart grew stronger.

suddenly!

The foot slipped, and the soil on the bottom of the foot rolled down. The scholar only felt that the foot was empty, and the whole person lost his balance and rolled down.

Hula la.

The green shirt fluttered on the hillside, and finally stopped in a patch of grass.

"It hurts!"

There were a few more wounds on the scholar's body, and a bloody gash on his face was faintly visible, and he didn't know where the broken sword fell.

thump!thump!

The sound of flapping wings was faintly heard from a distance, and the scholar was startled, barely holding on to the ground, and stood up tremblingly, with blood on his legs, he kicked hard, and fell down again.

"Exhausted."

Feeling sad, he looked up.

"Huh? This is..."

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

"Is this the place where Qiu was buried?"

In a daze, the scholar limped forward a few steps and stepped into the ruined temple.

He had heard of this temple before, and it was said that it enshrined the Minyuan Mountain God, and it was also very popular. However, the dynasty changed 80 years ago, and Jiannan Road was the land of Longxing. Slowly dilapidated, even the paths are overgrown with weeds, and few people come.

The scholar panicked and made no choice but to come here.

The inside of the temple is already small, and no one has paid attention to it for many years. It has long been dilapidated, debris is scattered all over the corners, and the stone floor is covered with a thick layer of dust.

On the innermost platform stood a clay statue, which was so gray that it was hard to see clearly.

A scholar walks all the way, one step is one footprint, and there are still bloodstains on the prints.

His breath gradually weakened, his face became darker, and his spirit became more and more tranced, but enlightenment emerged in his heart.

"The end is approaching."

puff.

His legs gave way, and he knelt down on the ground, the pain all over his body devoured the only remaining Qingming, looking at the god statue on the stage, unwillingness emerged in his heart.

"What's wrong with my father? What's wrong with the villagers? Why did they end up like this? If the sky had a heart and a spirit, why did it allow demons to run rampant! Now they are about to die, but they can't avenge their revenge, and their ambitions can't be relieved. How unfair!"

Right now.

"You can really run, like that mouse, burrowing around, but your smell, lingering all the way, can't escape the palm of my old man Wu!"

A hoarse voice came from outside the temple.

A black shadow descended from the sky, and there were pitch-black wings flapping beside him, and scattered feathers fluttered down.

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

"Being wounded by a mortal like you is a shameful humiliation, and you must use flesh and blood to make up for it!"

Walking into the temple, the bird-headed man looked around and sneered: "You ran all the way to ask God for help? What a joke! In the territory of Yuanning Prefecture, which land is only comparable to my king? Are you asking for help? Wrong god, if you die, you can't blame others." He laughed.

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

"Turn into a ghost?" The bird-headed man smiled and shook his head, "Don't think too much, you can't go to the Underworld. Your soul is in my pocket!"

As soon as the words fell, the bird-headed man kicked forward and grabbed the scholar's neck directly. The black energy in his hand penetrated into the scholar's body along the pores.

"Ahhh!" the scholar cried out.

The bird-headed man smiled grimly: "Howl! The more miserable your death, the stronger your living soul will be, and the more nourishing it will be! Huh? You're about to die? It's so fragile! Well, let's take out the soul first, and then eat the meat while it's hot gone."

In a blink of an eye, the vitality of the scholar's body was slackened, fresh blood flowed out from the seven orifices, and the black air flowed through the flesh and blood, pulling out traces of phantom soul energy.

Sudden!The scholar trembled all over, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he spit out indistinct words.

"Huh?" The bird-headed man was taken aback, "Who are you talking to?"

Before the voice fell, there was a "bang" sound, and something fell!

"You dare to sneak attack even if you have a small skill!" The bird-headed man calmly waved his arms, turned into wings, fluttered and flapped, and black wind gushed out.

When the black wind blew, he resisted the falling objects, and the bird-headed man looked intently, but what he saw was a clay statue of a god.

"Huh?" He glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed that there was nothing on the stage where the statue was enshrined, and he immediately understood, "There is a land in this temple! Good! If you report this matter to the king, it will be a great achievement! I, Wu Laosan Maybe you can also become a general!"

As he said in his mouth, the bird-headed man stood up from the ground, and unexpectedly abandoned the scholar and wanted to leave directly.

"If you are in other places, I really can't help you! Unfortunately, this temple is my territory." The faint words, followed by echoes, came from inside the statue.

The dilapidated temple vibrated, and white light leaked from the walls, spread over, surrounded the bird-headed people, and imprisoned them in the air.

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

"Let you get away and report to the messenger again. The end may not be very good. I think it is not much different from killing you. Go well and don't send me off."

With a sound of falling, the god statue fell with the light, and with a click, the brains of the bird-headed man burst and blood scattered.

Subsequently, the white light quickly dissipated.

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

While speaking, his face was as pale as paper, blood vessels under the skin could be seen, and there was black air lingering between his brows. This was a sign of great joy and sorrow, hurting the mind, and moreover, the evil spirit invaded the body, hurting the root, and the Yang Qi was about to die out. It won't be long before it's time to die.

After thanking the gift, the scholar's face became more and more gloomy: "Unfortunately, only one monster died, and there are many more at large, this enmity..."

At this moment, the idol said: "If you want to take revenge, there is a way."

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

"You are attacked by evil spirits, and your soul is about to disperse. You may not even be able to go to the underworld. I am a small god in the mountains. I have not been worshiped for decades. I am still in danger. I can't even get out of this temple. Under a sneak attack Killing that monster is already the limit, how can I save you?"

Hearing this, the scholar was taken aback.

Then I heard the god statue say: "However, I have a way, find another way, it depends on whether you are willing or not."

Hearing this, the scholar became more energetic: "I would like to hear the details."

I heard the stone statue say: "Think about it carefully, what I want to say is already in your heart."

Hearing this, the scholar thought about it for a while, and really realized that there was something extra in his mind. He froze for a moment, and then smiled: "Qiu's time is approaching, and there is no hope of revenge. Even lonely souls and wild ghosts can't do it. The mountain god killed him." This monster is Mr. Qiu, and now he is willing to expend his divine power to help me return to reincarnation. Speaking of which, I have taken advantage of it. What to do, just let the mountain god tell you."

"Okay!" The statue said again, "I have three vellus hairs on the back of my neck. Pull one out and put it in your mouth to drive away distracting thoughts in your mind. Just wait."

The scholar was almost exhausted, so he reluctantly got up, took more than ten breaths to swallow the hair, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, kowtowed towards the village, and then remained silent.

suddenly!

The light flickered.

Wisps of white light flickered all over his body, and a phantom with the same appearance as the scholar came out of Tianling. He was confused at first, then surprised, came back to his senses, bowed his hands to the statue, and thanked him.

On the statue, a figure glowing with white light rose up, bowed his hands in salute, raised his hand again, and shot out a white light, curling the phantom of the scholar into the ground, and disappeared.

"The road to Huangquan is far away. Let's go well. May the next life be safe." The white light figure sighed, swayed slightly, and a stream of light fell on the silent body of the scholar.

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

"It's done!"

He tried his legs hard and was about to stand up, but with a thump, he fell down again.

"I haven't walked with my legs for decades, and I can't even coordinate the movements of getting up. Anyway, I need to adapt first, and it's just healing."

In the sound of the words, the wounds on his body healed quickly, and his sluggish spirit was revived.

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

He jumped a few times on the spot, and walked a few steps staggeringly.

"It's been decades since I came to this world. It's such an immortal possessed statue. Now I finally feel what it's like to be a human again."

After muttering a few words, he closed his eyes, showing a look of indulgence, and opened them again after a while.

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

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, the sky suddenly flashed and thundered, and black air seeped out from the gaps in the surrounding floors, entangled and condensed, and turned into three black mist.

"Qiu Yan" changed his face, but he was not surprised.

"It was exactly as I expected."