A patrolling grass-headed god gulped down a mouthful of wine and said happily.
The mountain god was somewhat unhappy when he heard this. Seeing this, the grass-headed gods all asked him the reason.
The mountain god then said, "I've been feeling restless lately, with a premonition of impending disaster. I've lived happily in this mountain for hundreds of years, feasting on meat and drinking wine with abandon, and it's been quite enjoyable. But in the end, I've also eaten humans and those benevolent demons. There are gods above us. I'm the immortal god of Shua Shua Mountain, and there are other immortal gods above us. One day, these days will be shattered and no longer exist."
As the mountain god spoke, the other patrolling grass-head gods fell silent.
A grass-headed god sighed and said, "We have been born like this. No matter how far we have come in this world, whether it is cultivation or the path to immortality, we have already reached the end. Sooner or later, we will turn into dust and suffer the pain of reincarnation. Lord Mountain King, why should we be sad? Living happily in this life is enough. After death, who cares about the flood? If disaster really comes, we are willing to follow Lord Mountain King until death, and turn into ashes together with us in the wind."
After a few words, the tiger king and a group of grass-headed gods actually hugged each other and burst into tears.
Zhang Ling shook his head and revealed his true form.
A young man in blue clothes suddenly appeared in the tiger's residence.
For a moment, fairy light suddenly appeared, divine rainbow sparkled, rosy clouds surged, purple air covered it, it was gorgeous and magnificent, shining in the distance, fairy mist and light enveloped the surroundings, it was extraordinary and magical.
Zhang Ling himself was bathed in gold, steaming like rising water, like a banished immortal, with a handsome face like jade. Everyone around him was horrified and stopped what they were doing. The mountain god and a group of patrolling grass-headed gods quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, their whole bodies shaking and shivering.
Especially the mountain god, who was extremely frightened at this moment. He suddenly realized why he had been uneasy recently and always felt that disaster was about to happen.
Zhang Ling stood still, shook his head, and said, "Local mountain god, do you admit your guilt?"
Immediately, the mountain god sighed deeply and said, "I acknowledge my sins and am willing to be punished!"
All the patrolling grass-headed gods also whispered in unison, expressing their willingness to obey the orders.
The outfit of the young man in blue in front of him was too conspicuous. The moment he saw him for the first time, he knew in his heart that it was the God of Good and Evil who had come in person.
This famous saint who stirred up the Nine Netherworld four hundred years ago has once again captured the three great dragon gods in one fell swoop, shocking the world again.
I just didn't expect that this sacred figure would pass by this mountain so soon.
If Zhang Ling had followed his previous character, he would have simply raised his sword and killed the mountain god and the group of roaming grass-headed gods in front of him. However, now he has begun to go through the three levels and can only see the nature and understand the mind. If he makes a rude and brutal decision on this matter, he cannot wake up the immortals and gods in the world. He should report it to the god on duty and then let the heaven send some sacred people to deal with it.
But from another perspective, Zhang Ling has walked all the way from Jieyang Mountain to the present, and more than a thousand years have passed. He has seen the blood and tears of mortals, and has also seen the evil deeds of these immortals and gods. Sometimes he can't help but feel extremely disappointed.
Originally, it was normal for gods and immortals to protect mortals, but now it has become something worthy of praise and admiration.
However, more immortals and gods were doing despicable things, and Gao Pan was doing some evil things for the sake of pleasure in the place he was guarding.
Thinking of this, Zhang Ling took out a piece of paper-cut from his sleeve. The paper-cut grew bigger in the wind and turned into a yellow-turbaned warrior.
He ordered the strong men to guard the mountain god and the grass-headed gods here, waiting for the heavenly court to send people to monitor and arrest them.
After finishing the matters here, Zhang Ling walked out of the mountain lord's mansion and headed straight towards the direction of the original lion monster.
Soon, Zhang Ling arrived at a hilltop.
This place is shaded by green trees, colorful flowers, and surrounded by green mountains and green waters. It is a great place for scenery.
On a slope on the top of the mountain, a little wild boar was lying in the grass and snoring.
It has a pig's head and a human body, with small fangs growing out of its mouth. It wears leather armor and has a green ribbon tied around its neck. It looks young, like a child.
Zhang Ling saw that the little wild boar spirit was sleeping soundly, with saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth and giggling from time to time. He thought he must be having a sweet dream.
Suddenly he felt something in his heart, and realized that he was being guided by heaven. This little wild boar spirit actually had some kind of connection with him.
He calculated with his fingers and understood it in his mind. Then he looked with his Dharma eyes and saw that the little wild boar had a pure and clean body and a clear mind. It seemed that he was a good candidate for cultivation.
Zhang Ling was also curious about its beautiful dream, so he immediately entered its dream, wanting to see what kind of beautiful dream could make the other party so happy!
…
In a dream.
There was a wild boar demon with a cloak on his shoulders, a conical hat on his head, and a sword in one hand, who was killing evil demons for mortals. The sword light flew between the movement of his hand and the fall of the sword. After a few breaths, the demon was killed, which immediately attracted cheers from the mortals around him.
"Hero, hero!"
"The little pig demon is a hero!"
The praises were endless and lasted forever.
"I'm a hero!"
The wild boar demon raised his head and looked up at the sun in the sky with pride, his body standing tall and straight, shining brightly.
Zhang Ling saw it carefully and suddenly realized that it was a "hero dream".
He had had this dream many times in his previous life.
In the dream, he is a sword immortal flying on a sword, shuttling between heaven and earth, slaying demons and eliminating monsters, going through wind and rain, taking pleasure in revenge, being unrestrained and free!
Just as Zhang Ling was smiling knowingly, he suddenly realized that an uninvited guest had arrived. He immediately came out of the dream of the little wild boar demon and hid his true body aside.
The little wild boar demon was sleeping. Not far away came a vulture demon. It also had human form, holding a steel fork in its hand, and had a pair of black wings growing out of its back. The wings were shriveled and looked skinny.
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