pillow mountain river

Chapter 42

Zhen Hanshan glanced at the twisted and hideous corpse, and continued to look for his rabbit.

The rabbit remained where it was, as if it was too scared to move by the heavy smell of blood around it.

Zhen Hanshan stretched out his hand, ready to pick up the white rabbit.

His five fingers were slender and fair, not stained with any blood, they were cleaner than the deep mountain pools.Rabbits are sensitive by nature. When faced with this hand, they turned around and walked away.

Zhen Hanshan pinched the back of the white rabbit's neck, gently lifted the rabbit up, and held it in his arms.

The rabbit dared not move.Zhen Hanshan lowered his eyes and stroked it gently.

Glide your palms over the soft fur, from head to tail.Perhaps because of this familiar feeling, the rabbit let go of its uneasy guard, and softened into a ball of sugar cake in the man's arms.

The rabbit placed its head on Han Shan's palm.Zhen Hanshan laughed, took out a piece of dried fruit from the storage bag, and handed it to the rabbit.

The white rabbit chewed the dried fruit and looked at the corpses.

Overgrown vines twisted the corpse into bits and pieces and dragged it underground.The land moistened by the black blood was quickly covered with green grass, and the greenery covered the land watered by the blood. Except for the vague smell of blood in the air, it is no longer obvious that a cruel massacre took place here.

The black lines on Zhen Hanshan's face did not fade away, and he no longer used obfuscation to cover his face, and went straight back to the inn.

The boy in the inn ran into Zhen Hanshan who had come back from the backyard, and almost knocked the basin of water in his hand to the ground.

The boy hastily suppressed the panic on his face, lowered his head, and stepped out of the aisle.

"Bring me a basin of warm water," Zhen Hanshan said to the boy.

The servant tremblingly replied "Okay", and waited until Zhenhanshan walked away, then raised his head, and took a few more glances at Zhenhanshan's back.

"Weird," said the boy sincerely.

The boy was just a mortal, but he could feel the chilling killing intent rushing towards his face when the man came, as if a sharp sword was held against his throat.

But that person was not a ghost from the underworld, and he even held a rabbit in his arms.

After Zhen Hanshan returned to the room, the water was delivered shortly after. He took off the towel and wiped off the dust on the rabbit with warm water.

The rabbit lay docilely on the table, as quiet as a decoration.

Zhen Hanshan carefully wiped the rabbit's body clean, then hugged the rabbit and sat by the window.

Looking out from the window, the outline of the mountain forest can be vaguely seen.The bright moonlight fell on the forest, and the pervasive mountain fog was grayish blue, making this forest look like a corner of Hanshan.

cold mountain.

Where he has been for thousands of years.

Although most of the time, Zhen Hanshan is just sleeping, but he knows every plant and tree in Hanshan like the back of his hand, as if this mountain is a part of his flesh and blood.

Xu Shi lived for so long that Zhen Hanshan forgot what he really was.

Maybe it's a spirit transformed from a weed, or maybe it's a monster condensed from the aura of the mountains.

He used to have his original body, but his body was destroyed by thunder.That day, dark clouds overwhelmed the top, and purple whip-like lightning tore through the sky.The sky thunder smashed down, destroying his original body into ashes.

If the monster was destroyed in its original form, it would not live long, but he was attached to a bamboo and survived. Like most mediocre monsters, he practiced day after day and lived day after day.

However, Zhen Hanshan knew in his heart that he was different from other monsters.

He was born with a murderous desire.

At first a tiny flying insect, he tore off the moth's wings and watched it struggle desperately in the palm of his hand before dying slowly.

Then there are the butterflies, like the moths, with their wings torn apart, waiting to die.

Seeing these weak creatures struggling to die, Zhen Hanshan was very happy.

Until one day, he killed a wolf.The fresh life was instantly terminated by sharp vines, and warm blood splashed on his face.

The stinky blood slid down his face, he dipped a little and put it in his mouth.

Sweet as honey, the sweet aftertaste lingers on the lips and tongue.

Later, humans moved to the foot of the mountain, where they settled, opened up wasteland, and farmed.In the twelfth lunar month of winter, when there is not enough food, these people will also go hunting in the mountains.

Zhenhan Mountain watched from afar as they rounded up wild deer in the forest. The young deer wailed and died under the bows and arrows of humans.Since man can prey, why can't he treat man as prey?

Human limbs are long and slender, entangled by vines, and torn a little bit, it will definitely be more interesting than a butterfly.

However, Zhen Hanshan hadn't realized his idea yet, and a thunderbolt split his original form into ashes.He was almost dead, but slowly came back to life, becoming neither human nor ghost, like a demon but not a demon.

Man is the darling of heaven, but he tried to take human life, no wonder he was punished by heaven.

Zhen Hanshan went to a human village as a wandering soul, and that small Zhuangzi actually had a school.The elderly gentleman talked about the world, benevolence, righteousness and morality to a dozen young children.

He went to some places and met more people, including mortals, monks, and many demon cultivators. Among them, there were monsters who were cultivated from the vegetation in the forest just like him.

Lingxiu is gentle by nature, not good at killing, and loves pills.

Only then did Zhen Hanshan realize that he was a different species. Even the beasts in the forest hunted and killed their prey to satisfy their hunger, but he killed creatures for pleasure.

An outlier like him must not be tolerated in the world.Otherwise, why did the sky thunder only point at him, but the other vegetation was safe and sound.

He hid his sharp minions, suppressed his inner desire to kill, and learned to be a human-like demon.He reads human books, concentrates on refining medicine like a spiritual cultivator, restrains his killing intent, and acts like an ordinary demon cultivator.

Zhen Hanshan felt that he was divided into two, one half was dressed in a gentle human skin, gentle and kind, and the other half was a bloodthirsty demon, who was extremely excited just by the smell of blood.

Back then, the dragon clan from the northern region invaded the human border to the south, and there were no casualties on the battlefield, and many innocent people were involved in the battle.Zhen Hanshan donated the refined elixir to human beings, and got the name of a medicine fairy.

Those mortals or monks looked at him in admiration, praising him for his bodhisattva heart, that he is the reincarnation of a saint.But only Zhen Hanshan knew in his heart that he never cared whether those people were dead or alive, let alone pity heaven and man.

All he did was to make himself more like a "person" written in the book, so as to escape the punishment of heaven.

In the human school, the master teaches the students in this way, to behave properly and to be a gentleman.He learned better than anyone else, but even if the disguise was flawless, it was just a gentle mask, which could not change his cold and bloodthirsty nature.

He had thought about why he was born different.

Why is he so good at killing?

Why could he be genuinely happy only with blood on his hands?

It was only later that Zhen Hanshan found out that he tried his best to disguise himself, thinking that he had concealed the truth from Heaven, but he didn't want his fate to be doomed from the very beginning.Even though he struggled hard, he was just like the flying insects that died in his palm, unable to get rid of the fool of heaven.

He is the punisher of heaven, destined to be bloody.

In the thousand-year catastrophe of the human world, the killing god came to the world and washed the world again with blood.

Every time he has an extra kill, the seal that is ready to move in his heart is reduced by another point.One day, when the god of killing really awakened from his body, what kind of monster would he become?

Zhen Hanshan knew that this was his fate, but he was unwilling to be at the mercy of heaven.

God made him addicted to killing, so he put away his weapon and concentrated on refining harmless pills.As long as he is not stained with blood, the godhead will not be able to come to the world, and he will not be at the mercy of heaven and become its punisher.

but……

In his long and boring life, he broke into a piece of pure white first snow.

That snowflake is as soft as cotton and as sweet as caramel.

"...My name is Erdong."

Zhen Hanshan thought to himself, it's a good name, the fluff on the rabbit demon's ears is really the same as snow, no, it's whiter and softer than snow.

But he still made the rabbit demon change his name against his will, and changed the word "er" into the homophonic "er". The rabbit demon was ignorant and followed his suggestion, but he didn't know why he had to change it like this.

Zhen Hanshan originally wanted to tell him that only by being like a human being can he live a long life and go far on the path of cultivation that goes against the sky.

But looking at the rabbit demon's innocent eyes, he swallowed those words back.

Er Dong has a simple nature, the more simple the nature, the easier it is to be stubborn.

That year, two demon cultivators strayed into Hanshan Mountain and set fire to the bamboo forest.Er Dong thought that he was burned by fire and the demon core was damaged, so he went to the northern region to find the thousand-year-old ice that healed the burn.

In fact, the fire talisman in the monk's hand was useless to him, no matter how fierce the fire was, it would not be able to hurt him.

The reason why he didn't dare to appear in the world was because he couldn't control his anger and killed those two demon cultivators.Once the killing ring was started, the desire to kill came back again, but he stopped killing, and the unsatisfied desire to kill made him extremely painful.

Zhen Hanshan never expected that Er Dong would go back and find the dragon demon pill and swallow half of it into his belly.He was just a little rabbit demon, and he couldn't control his skyrocketing cultivation, but was taken advantage of by the Shadow Demon.

Erdong hates the human beings who hurt him, and he is grateful to the dragon son who gave him the inner alchemy, and finally surrenders to the dragon clan of the northern region.

If he knew that Er Dong would go northward on foot for himself, and missed the opportunity to eat half of the Dragon Clan inner alchemy, he would stop Er Dong no matter what.

But it's too late to say this. After Er Dong returned to the Dragon Clan, he didn't understand why he not only didn't hate humans, but instead stood on the side of humans.

What can he say, saying that he doesn't want to be stained with blood, just because he doesn't want to be possessed by the godhead and kills?Or, he is not the bamboo demon that Er Dong thought, he is a monster that even he doesn't know the details?

Zhen Hanshan chose to remain silent.

He originally planned to remain silent and keep this secret.Until he saw that Er Dong was lying dying on the sickbed, his face was pale, except for the scaly mark on his neck which was extremely strange.

Zhen Hanshan broke the precept, trespassed in the Zangshu Pavilion of the clan alliance, and killed nearly a hundred beasts... He restrained for hundreds of years, but failed in a few months.

The monk practiced in order to live forever, but he practiced only to hide the truth from the heavens, and often lived in the world.

He didn't want to be a murderous god of murder.

But if he has no choice but to save Er Dong, he must be stained with blood, then he should be a monster who only knows how to kill.

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