Young monk Mingyuan reached out and gently stroked Miao Xiaorou's big belly, his eyes full of love.
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
Miao Xiaorou asked playfully, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
"Boys and girls are both good,"
Mingyuan smiled gently, "As long as it's our child, I like them all."
"Um,"
Miao Xiaorou nodded happily and leaned gently on Mingyuan's shoulder. "It's great to have you by my side."
A breeze blew by, blowing Miao Xiaorou's dress and Mingyuan's hair on his forehead.
The sunlight shining on them seemed to give them a layer of golden glow.
At this moment, they are so happy and so peaceful.
In the distance, the sounds of children playing broke the tranquility of the mountain village.
But this does not affect their sweetness, but adds a touch of life.
They snuggled up to each other, quietly enjoying this wonderful time and looking forward to a happy life in the future.
Who would have thought that the young monk Mingyuan, who was once devoted to Buddhism, would now choose to return to secular life and live in seclusion in a mountain village for the sake of love?
At this time, a strange scene was taking place in a small town not far from this quiet mountain village.
"Butcher Zhang, is your pork fresh today?"
An old lady carrying a basket of vegetables asked with a smile.
"Fresh! Freshly killed!"
Butcher Zhang waved his butcher knife and laughed heartily.
Suddenly, Butcher Zhang's smile froze on his face.
He fell straight down, and the butcher knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
"Hey, Butcher Zhang, what's wrong with you?"
The old lady was startled and hurried forward to check.
However, before she could touch Butcher Zhang, she fell straight down.
"What's going on?"
The people around stopped and looked at the scene in confusion.
Then, something even stranger happened.
The residents of the town fell one after another like dominoes, and all hope of survival was cut off.
They didn't show any pain on their faces, nor did they have any injuries on their bodies.
Some even maintained the same movements and expressions as before they fell, as if time had stopped at that moment.
"Evil...evil magic...there are evil practitioners!"
A monk shouted in horror. He realized that something was wrong and turned around to escape.
However, before he could run a few steps, he fell straight down.
"Run! There's something weird here!"
Upon seeing this, the other monks were so frightened that they fled in all directions.
“Hehehe…”
A sinister laugh, like a gust of icy wind, echoed over the town, as if penetrating everyone's bones.
"Delicious human, none of you will escape today!"
Following this arrogant declaration, an illusory green figure slowly appeared in the middle of the town street.
It was the evil spirit that had narrowly escaped from the hands of Monk Jie Chi!
The evil aura continued to emanate from the evil god, gradually enveloping the entire town.
The sky in the small town, which was originally clear, was gradually covered by dark clouds, with howling winds and flying sand and rocks.
At this moment, the evil god's soul was extremely weak and transparent, as if a breeze could blow it away.
Before it escaped, it was almost beaten to death by Monk Jie Chi.
"Use your spirit to help me repair my spirit!"
The evil spirit's voice was filled with endless greed, and like a hungry beast, it began to frantically suck the souls of the town's residents.
Its soul is too weak at the moment to take over another body, so it needs to devour a large amount of soul to restore its soul.
As it continued to absorb, more and more living souls were devoured by it, and its figure gradually became more solid.
Suddenly, screams and cries rang out in the town, and the whole town was in chaos.
“Help!”
"A monster!"
People fled in panic, but found that no matter where they ran, they could not escape the clutches of the evil spirit.
The evil spirit is like a ruthless god of death, reaping lives one after another.
Wherever it passes, life is cut off, and it is like hell on earth.
“Damn it!”
A monk with a strong sense of justice rushed towards the evil god with gnashing teeth.
"Evil creature, stop being so arrogant!"
He swung the sword in his hand and slashed at the evil spirit.
However, his attack seemed to hit the air and did not cause any harm to the evil spirit.
"You don't know your own limitations!"
The evil god sneered and waved his hand. A powerful force blew the monk away.
The monk fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood and dying.
"You think you can stop me?"
The evil spirit glanced at the monk with disdain and continued to suck the souls of the townspeople.
"No...I can't fall..."
The monk struggled to stand up, but found that he was too weak to stand up.
He watched the evil spirit wreak havoc, his heart filled with despair and powerlessness.
"Is it true... that no one can stop it?"
The monk closed his eyes in despair, his life was gone.
The evil god howled to the sky, and his sharp and piercing laughter echoed over the silent town.
“Hehehe…”
It greedily devoured the last wisp of soul, and its figure gradually solidified, like an evil ghost returning from hell.
The small town has completely become a dead place.
The once bustling streets are now deserted, with only soulless corpses scattered all over the ground.
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