Dao Fruit

The sun sets.

The gurgling stream passes around the village, and the shepherd boy rides on the bull and plays the flute.

In the village, smoke rises from every household, and there are faint sounds of people.

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

"What a peaceful farmhouse scene."

Beside the bridge at the entrance of the village, several figures came slowly. They were all dressed in monotonous clothes, but they were tall and powerful. The leader looked at the scene in front of him and laughed.

"How many of you are passing by?"

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

"Passing by?" the leader said, walking to the edge of the field, "Old man, there is an old scholar living in your village, right?"

"You mean Master Qiu?" The old man was simple and happy when he heard the words. "You are here to see Master Qiu? Are you his friend?"

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

"Your Majesty?" The old man's face suddenly changed, and he took two steps back. He saw the man in front of him suddenly opened his mouth, and his lips expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, there was someone standing next to him, and his inside was all red!

The smell is astounding!

Before the old man could shout, the mouth pounced on him.

Bang!

Amidst the crisp sound, the leading man bent down slightly, his head turned into a huge wolf's head, the wolf's mouth was chewing, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Ahhh!"

A shrill scream came from the side, but the shepherd boy turned his head and saw the scene of a human head turning into a wolf and a wolf devouring a human. He screamed in horror. The buffalo under him seemed to be stimulated, and screamed "moo". He stepped on all four hooves and ran towards the village.

"Did you run away?"

The wolf-headed man vomited out a piece of bone with blood attached to the muscles, waved his hand, and several people behind him laughed ferociously, their clothes were torn, showing the appearance of beasts, and they all rushed towards the village.

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

After several ups and downs, I have caught up with the shepherd boy.

Screaming, roaring, and swallowing, the shepherd boy and his cattle were devoured, leaving blood and broken bones on the ground, dyeing the soil red.

Then, a few people entered the village without stopping.

The whole village suddenly boiled, with men roaring and women wailing.

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

The wolf-headed man's head had shrunk to normal size, with a trace of blood remaining around 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 and a bloated body, but it was moving fast and ran in front of the wolf-headed man.

"General," the pig's face showed shame, and his mouth stained with blood squeaked, "I killed that poor man."

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

"Don't blame me! Don't blame me!" The pig's head shook. "I didn't even touch that old thing, but he muttered a bunch of words and then hit him to death!"

"Killed to death?" The wolf-headed man looked confused, but then he thought, "Forget it, an old scholar will die if he dies. At such an old age, our princess will probably not look down on her. There are still several villages around. There will be no shortage of scholars, so catch a few more.”

Da Zhu breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, then thought of something again, and said quickly: "The old scholar has a son who looks very talented, much better than the old scholar!"

"Son?" The wolf-headed man nodded, "Caught him. We will check afterwards. If he has no merit, we will kill him and eat the meat. Scholars bathe in the teachings of saints. The meat will be extremely crispy."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several urgent shouts in front of him, and then, a wooden-faced man hurriedly ran over: "General! Oh no! That scholar's son has run away!"

"Escaped?" The wolf-headed man looked hesitant, "Can a mortal escape from you?"

"The general doesn't know something..."

Before the wooden-faced man could explain, he was interrupted by the wolf-headed man: "Forget it, this one is not missing. The deadline is approaching, and the top priority is how many villages are left."

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

………………

Blood dripped.

A green shadow ran through the mountains and forests, turning several times in remote places in the forest.

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

"Huh~"

He was panting heavily, his green shirt was in tatters, mostly scratched by branches in the forest, and the area near his shoulders was stained with a lot of blood.

Sweat kept falling from his forehead. The scholar looked frightened and turned his head to look back from time to time.

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

Sudden!

His feet slipped, and the soil on the soles of his feet rolled down. The scholar felt that his feet were empty, and he lost his balance and fell down.

Hurrah.

Green shirts fluttered on the hillside and finally stopped in a patch of grass.

"It hurts, it hurts!"

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

thump! thump!

The sound of flapping wings was faintly heard from a distance. The scholar was frightened, barely holding on to the ground, and stood up shakily. His legs were stained with blood. He kicked hard and fell down again.

"Exhausted."

He felt sad and looked up.

"Huh? This is..."

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

"Is this the place where Qiu was buried?"

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

He had heard of this temple. It was said that it worshiped the God of Mount Siyuan and was once very popular. However, eighty years ago, the dynasties changed and Jiannan Road became the land of Longxing. After several administrations, the number of mountain residents in Qingchang County gradually decreased, so this temple It gradually became dilapidated, and even the paths were overgrown with weeds and rarely visited by people.

The scholar was in a panic and ended up here.

The temple is already small and has been neglected for many years. It is already dilapidated and dilapidated. Debris is scattered in the corners of the walls, and the stone floor is covered with a thick layer of dust.

On the innermost platform, there is a clay statue, which is gray and cannot be seen clearly.

As the scholar walked along, every step was a footprint, and there were stains of blood on the footprints.

His breath became weaker, his face became darker and darker, and his spirit became more and more dazed, but a clear understanding emerged in his heart.

"The end is coming."

Plop.

His legs weakened and he fell to his knees. The pain all over his body swallowed up the remaining clarity. He looked at the statue on the stage and felt unwilling to do so.

"What's my father's crime? What's the villagers' crime? Why do we end up like this? If God has a heart and soul, why would he let the demons run rampant! Now I'm about to die, but I can't avenge my revenge, and I can't relax my ambition. How unfair!"

Just then.

"You can really run away, like that mouse, squirming everywhere, but your scent is left all the way, and you can't escape from my grasp, Wu Laosan!"

A hoarse voice came from outside the temple.

A black shadow fell from the sky, dark wings fluttered beside it, and scattered feathers fell down.

After landing, the wings contracted and turned into arms, footsteps sounded, and a man with a bird head walked into the temple. There was a small stain of blood on this man's abdomen.

"Being injured by a mortal like you is a great shame and humiliation. You have to use flesh, blood and soul to make up for it!"

Walking into the temple, the bird-headed man looked around and sneered: "You came all the way just to ask God for help? What a joke! In this Yuanning Mansion, which place can only compare to my king? Are you worshiping me?" Wrong god, even if you die, you can't blame others." As he said this, he sneered.

When the scholar saw this person, he was panicked at first, but then he calmed down: "You monsters kill people and eat their lives. Even if I die and turn into a ghost, I will not let you go!" After the words fell, his eyes suddenly became blurred and he lost consciousness. one time.

"Become a ghost?" The bird-headed man shook his head with a smile, "Don't think too much, you can't go to the Netherworld. Your soul is mine!"

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

"Ahhh!" The scholar screamed miserably.

The bird-headed man smiled ferociously: "Howl! The more miserably you die, the stronger your soul will be, and the more powerful it will be! Huh? Are you going to die now? How fragile! Forget it, take out the soul first, and then eat the meat while it's hot. ”

In the blink of an eye, the scholar's body was drained of vitality, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. The black energy was flowing through the flesh and blood, pulling out traces of ghost soul energy. The energy was like a gossamer, and it seemed that he would not survive.

Sudden! The scholar trembled all over, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he uttered vague words.

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

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "boom" and something fell!

"It's a small skill, but you dare to make a sneak attack!" The bird-headed man calmly waved his arms, turning them into wings, and when they flapped, black wind surged out.

When the black wind blew, everything fell down. The bird-headed man looked intently, but what he saw was a clay statue.

"Huh?" He glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed that there was nothing on the platform where the statues were enshrined. He suddenly understood, "There is actually an earth creature in this temple! Okay! If you report this to the king, it will be a great achievement! I, Wu Laosan, Maybe I can become a general!"

As he said this, the bird-headed man stood up from the ground, abandoned the scholar, and left directly.

"If I were in other places, I really can't do anything to you! Unfortunately, this temple is my territory." The faint words were followed by echoes, coming from the statue.

The dilapidated temple shook, and bits of white light seeped out from the walls, spreading over, surrounding the bird-headed man, and imprisoning him in the air.

"No!" The bird-headed man's expression changed, "You wild god, you are so courageous! I am the king of Tongshan, and I have a soul card to entrust my life. Once I die, I will be implicated. You ruined temple... "

"Letting you escape and report the news may not end well. I think it's not much different from killing you. It's better to leave without sending."

With a falling sound, the statue fell along the light. With a click, the bird-headed man's brain burst open and blood spread everywhere.

Then, the white light quickly dissipated.

When the scholar saw this, he laughed wildly, but the sound was like a mosquito. After a few breaths, he stopped laughing, struggled to get up, and saluted the statue: "Thank you to the mountain god for your kindness, but Qiu is about to die and there is nothing to repay."

As he spoke, his face was as pale as paper, and blood vessels under the skin could be seen, and there was black energy lingering between his eyebrows. This was a sign of great joy and sorrow, which hurt his mind and spirit, and even more demonic energy invaded the body, hurting the roots, and the yang energy was about to die. It won't take long before you die.

After thanking the gift, the scholar's face became increasingly gloomy: "It's a pity that only one monster died, and there are still many others who are at large. This hatred..."

At this moment, the statue 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 can I take revenge? Could it be that the mountain god wants to save me?"

"You have been invaded by evil spirits and are about to lose your soul. You may not even be able to go to the underworld. I am a little god in the mountains. No one has worshiped me for decades. I can't protect myself. I can't even get out of this temple. Under a sneak attack. Killing that monster is the limit, how can I save you?"

After hearing this, the scholar was stunned.

Then I heard the statue say: "However, I have a way to find another way. It depends on whether you are willing."

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

Just listen to the stone statue saying: "If you think about it carefully, what I want to say is already in your heart."

After hearing this, the scholar thought about it for a moment, and found that there was something more in his mind. He was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled: "Qiu's deadline is approaching. There is no hope of revenge. He can't even do it. The mountain god has killed him." This demon is Qiu’s benefactor, and now he is willing to use his divine power to help me return to reincarnation. Speaking of which, I still have the advantage. Whatever I do, the mountain god can tell me."

"Okay!" The statue said again, "I have three vellus hairs on the back of my neck. You can pluck one out, hold it in your mouth, drive away the distracting thoughts in your mind, and just wait."

The scholar was almost out of gas, so he reluctantly stood up. It took him more than ten breaths to swallow the hair, raised his hand to straighten his clothes, kowtowed towards the direction of the village, and then fell silent.

suddenly!

The light flickers.

Wisps of white light flickered all over his body, and a shadow with the same appearance as the scholar came out of the sky. He looked confused at first, then was startled, came back to his senses, bowed his hands towards the statue, and said thanks.

On the statue, a figure glowing with white light also rose up, raised his hand in salute, then raised his hand, shot out a ray of white light, and rolled the scholar's shadow into the ground, disappearing.

"It's a long way to the underworld. Have a safe journey. I wish you peace in the next life." The white light figure sighed, swayed slightly, separated a stream of light, and fell on the silent scholar's body.

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

"It's done!"

He strained his legs and tried to stand up, but with a thud, he fell again.

"I haven't used my legs to walk for decades, and I can't even coordinate my movements to stand up. It's okay to get used to it first, and it will heal my injuries."

As he spoke, the wounds on his body healed quickly, and his depressed spirit was revived.

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

He jumped on the spot a few times and took a few staggering steps.

"I have been in this world for decades. I am possessed by a statue that is so immortal. Now I finally feel the feeling of being a human again."

After muttering a few words, he closed his eyes with a look of intoxication. After a while, he opened them again.

"I didn't expect this person to be so stubborn. No wonder he is so unwilling. Well, now that I have entered this body, everything that has ever existed on this earth will be blown away by the wind. From now on, I will be Qiu Yan."

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, there was sudden lightning and thunder in the sky, and black air seeped out from the cracks in the surrounding floor, entangled and condensed, turning into three black mist.

"Qiu Yan"'s expression changed, but he was not surprised.

"It's just as I expected."