super hill god

Chapter 1 The Inheritance of the Mountain God
The sky and the earth are dark, the evening wind howls, and the moon is like a silver plate, hanging high in the central sky.

In the dark of night, Chen Yang was walking alone on the winding country road. His figure was stretched and he looked up at the starry sky. The bright stars were carved like sapphires, crystal clear, and a bright moon hung high in the sky. The pale white brilliance is like flowing cream, sprinkled a layer of silver on the earth.

The surroundings are quiet, except for the "rustle" of walking under the feet, there is no sound at all, and the quiet needle drop can be heard.

Chen Yang, 22 years old, a junior college student in the Department of Business Administration, has just graduated ten months ago, and is currently unemployed.

In this era when a doctorate is worthless, a master's degree runs everywhere, and a bachelor's degree is inferior to a dog, a junior college student is like a speck of dust, which may not make a sound when it falls to the ground.

Especially in the first-tier cities such as the Imperial Capital, the Demon Capital, and the Demon Capital, Chen Yang is like a small bamboo raft. A big wave can beat him to the bottom of the sea.

The local tyrants are like clouds, the rich are like forests, just a small aborigine, maybe there are several sets of demolished houses in his family, each of them has assets exceeding [-] million yuan, looks up at the sky, and drives a sports car to work.

Going to work is just a hobby, to pass the boring life, to relieve the depression of life, it is just icing on the cake, not a means of making a living.

Also living in this blue sky, the grass roots have no background, only the deep back. In the same city, the grass roots dwell in the ant's nest, and the roots are deeply rooted in the dark soil, hoping to break out of the ground one day , Grow into a strong grass, bathed in bright sunshine.

But even this humble wish is hard to come true. The cruel reality is like a broom that keeps sweeping away the dust like Chen Yang, and closes the door that was slightly opened.

No local hukou, no solid skills, only the outdated knowledge taught by the school like cramming, and bumping into the wall again and again when looking for a job.

I have worked as a hotel waiter, handed out leaflets on the street, applied for housing agency sales, played a guest role as an extra, washed dishes, washed dishes...

Chen Yang used to be full of vigor and energy. He thought that only by relying on his own hands, there were no barriers that he couldn't overcome, and after scrambling in the melting pot of society, he realized that the world is not so simple.

It is not easy to hide from open guns, but even harder to guard against hidden arrows. Gentlemen are hypocritical and villains are despicable. Everything is for survival. Men can bend their backs and women can take off their clothes. Whoever is wrong is not right. This is the cruel reality, bloody , no one can resist.

A penny can't beat a hero, and the ancients never deceived me.

Ten months later, with no ammunition and food, and with endless melancholy, I embarked on the return trip to my hometown.

The small roads in the countryside are winding, with nine bends and eighteen bays, and there are countless hidden pits on the ground. If you don't pay attention, you will stumble and fall to the ground, with your nose bruised and your face swollen.

"God help me, I finally found it!" An old voice sounded like thunder, full of energy and strength.

Looking ahead, Chen Yang saw an aging figure standing under the night, looking eerie and chilling.

With the pale white moonlight, Chen Yang could see clearly.An old man with a white beard, with rags and dusty clothes, he seemed to have not bathed for several years, he was as skinny as a stick, with little flesh on his body, but his face was flushed and full of energy. With a green light, it is very scary.

Chen Yang didn't panic when he saw this. He was born in the countryside and grew up in the fields. He has seen a lot of mental illnesses like this old bachelor.

Chen Yang shook his head and couldn't help sighing, he is also a fallen person in the world, maybe this is the portrayal of his future.

"Young man, the important task of guarding this side of the mountains and rivers will be in your hands in the future." The old man with a white beard dashed over, tightly grasping Chen Yang's right arm with both hands, and said such a sentence without beginning or end talk.

Those arms were as skinny as rotten wood, but they were not weak. Chen Yang felt like he was being clamped by iron clamps, and he couldn't move his whole body.

"That's right, that's right, with an innate body of earth virtue, the best choice for inheritors of mountain gods."

"Time is running out. If you miss today, the next time will be the Year of the Monkey."

As soon as the words fell, the old man with white beard smiled wretchedly, like a withered day lily, withered and yellow, his mouth was wide open, his yellow teeth were exposed, his cloudy eyes were narrowed, he was not a good person at first glance.

But fortunately, those hands like iron pincers finally let go of Chen Yang, and I saw the old man with white beard dancing, waving his hands like ghostly symbols, circling around Chen Yang, circle after circle...

But the strange thing is, following the dancing of the old man with white beard, golden silk threads appeared from nothingness, wrapping Chen Yang like a spider web into an airtight big rice dumpling.

This is some kind of mountain spirit and wild monster. Chen Yang’s heart was almost in his throat, pounding, the clothes on his back were soaked in cold sweat, his pupils dilated, and he stared straight ahead. do not know what to do.

At this moment, a beam of seven-colored brilliance flew out from the center between the eyebrows of the old man with a white beard, and directly merged into Chen Yang's heart.

In an instant, a huge amount of information poured into Chen Yang's mind like a tide, and everything became clear.

This wretched white-bearded old man is actually the last mountain god in China.

In the Dharma-ending Era, the luck of humanity is prosperous, the immortals and demons are extinct, the Dao does not exist, the sky and the earth are broken, the sun and the moon fall, all magical powers and spells are suppressed, and the life of the mountain gods is naturally difficult.

Tonight and tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime astronomical tide. The gate of the upper realm is open. If you miss it, you will never have another chance even after eternity.

As for what the upper realm is, I can only say that it is not something that human beings can understand. In short, it is a higher dimension of cosmic latitude. It is a grotesque world that ordinary creatures cannot understand, feel, or touch.

In a word, this old man with a white beard is a mountain god, and he wants to fly to a higher dimension of the universe. Before he leaves, he must pass on the position of the mountain god to Chen Yang.

I didn't expect, I didn't expect, such a good thing fell from the sky, buried in the mortal world for 20 years, and once jumped into the dragon's gate, he became a mountain god.

"My dear disciple, I'm going as a teacher, and I'll leave this side of the landscape to you. Remember, you must never use supernatural powers to do evil, otherwise, even if you are in the upper realm, you will definitely come back to clean up the house."

The moon was high and the wind was dark, a white rainbow pierced through the sky and earth, and a wretched figure could be vaguely seen flying out, rushing into a golden gate, disappearing without a trace.

(End of this chapter)