The rain was heavy, and countless water drops hit the tiles, making a dense dripping sound. Through the holes in the roof, water drops continued to drip into the ruined temple.
The temple was pitch dark, and the only moonlight was obscured by the rain. In addition to the sound of rain, those with good hearing could hear birds jumping on the beams to avoid the rain, mice running in the corners, and insects gnawing on the rotten wood...
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard from outside, and the sound of footsteps hitting the puddles drowned out the sound of the heavy rain. A short figure ran in the heavy rain, stumbled up the steps of the Taoist temple, and rushed into the temple.
In this way, he entered the sight of an unknown existence.
It was a child of only ten years old, wearing coarse linen clothes, wet all over, with a small, skinny face full of fear. The child immediately closed the door after entering, and used his body to hold the door tightly, as if there was a flood or a beast outside.
In the rainy night, a huge figure walked out of the forest, and the strong smell of blood could be smelled from afar through the heavy rain.
It had a pig's head and a dog's body, a huge body, black hair, hard thorns, red eyes, and a huge belly. The belly seemed to be filled with water, and it shook violently with every step, and human-shaped marks appeared on the belly from time to time.
A number of resentful souls were hovering above the sharp spears on his back, making sharp and unpleasant cries.
It swallows people into its stomach, refines their resentful souls in the sores on its back, and gathers the filth of the earth and the resentful souls of people. It is an evil demon.
The mysterious existence that had not existed for many years finally showed some fluctuations in emotions. It was a kind of doubt, wondering why such a monster appeared.
There are many kinds of monsters, generally referring to animals with intelligence and cultivation. A long time ago, the monsters we know today were called spirit beasts. At that time, there was no distinction between humans and monsters, and humans were just one of many creatures. Later, due to various reasons, the distinction between humans and monsters began to emerge, and the hostility and hatred between the two sides gradually deepened. These historical issues cannot be explained in a few words.
The real monster is the one in front of us, an evil spirit born from filthy air. It is cruel and has no intelligence. It kills people and monsters when it sees them.
Evil relics are a kind of evil spirit. Some people say that evil relics bring chaos to the world.
When he first entered the cultivation world a long, long time ago, he thought it was a very powerful evil spirit. Later, he realized that the most powerful evil spirit was only at the Jindan stage, and that the evil spirit appeared in the chaos because it needed a chaotic world to be born.
In a peaceful and prosperous age, few evil spirits are born.
Evil legacy is a man-made disaster.
Why is there evil legacy?
He was so confused. Logically, with that person in the world, everything should be clear. Perhaps human power is limited, and there will always be places that one cannot see.
While he was thinking, the monster with a pig's head and a dog's body was already standing in front of the gate. Its claws covered with black steel hair suddenly fell down, instantly breaking the already rotten wooden door into countless pieces.
The child flew backwards, some wood chips pierced his face, and he fell heavily to the ground.
A huge pig face peeked in from outside, with a hint of mockery in its red eyes. The evil relics were not intelligent, but their evil nature made them kill living beings without any instruction.
Many people who are swallowed by it will not die immediately. It usually takes about a minute for the nasal cavity to be filled with the foul-smelling and sticky liquid, and eventually they will suffocate to death.
The child's pupils were filled with tears and fear. He covered his mouth and nose tightly, trying his best not to make any sound.
The mysterious being was about to take action. This was not the first person he had met since he entered the Dao, nor was it the first person he had seen as he gradually regained his emotions. But this was the first person in danger, and he had never been reluctant to help.
It's just that I was a little slow and should have taken action just now.
"Close your eyes."
Suddenly, a hoarse voice came into his ears. The tone was a little strange, and the child could only barely understand what the other party meant.
This is the accent of the monks, a language that has not changed for thousands of years, unlike ordinary people who speak a different language every ten miles, or whose accent changes every few hundred years.
The child did not listen to the voice, perhaps because he was afraid or because he did not react. The unknown being could only protect his eyes from being blinded by his own lightning.
The endless darkness behind him bloomed with a thunderous roar, and the thunder instantly submerged the monster in front of him. The dark clouds rushing straight into the sky, the torrential rain covering thousands of miles were instantly broken by the thunder, revealing the white jade plate in the sky again.
The last few drops of rain fell and a light breeze blew in.
The moonlight walked into the Taoist temple slowly like a graceful fairy, illuminating everything there.
A dilapidated Taoist temple, with weeds growing in the cracks between the stone bricks on the ground, the stools and chairs had been gnawed into pieces, and the right corner had collapsed slightly.
A huge rock may have fallen into the house due to a landslide and became a new support point.
In the collapsed ruins, a figure sat there, with broken beams pressing on him, surrounded by weeds and flowers. There was no pair of eyes that were deep and bright, like the night sky.
The child was stunned for a moment, then endured the pain, knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you, immortal, for saving my life. Thank you, immortal, for saving my life."
In his simple worldview, those who can do what ordinary people cannot do are immortals.
"You... come here, I will treat your injuries."
Hearing this, the child quickly stood up and walked towards the man sitting in the ruins. He saw the man stretched out a hand from a pile of rotten wood and soil and gently touched his forehead. A warm current spread to his eyebrows and lungs, all the coldness disappeared, and the broken bones healed in an instant.
Such a magical scene further confirmed the identity of the immortal.
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