[Thunderbolt][鷇梦] Qin Xiao and Ming

Chapter 21

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The stratus clouds are all dyed, the sky is full of burning clouds, and the sky is as red as blood.

A dry tree with no bark, its branches dipped in thick ink with a dry brush reflecting the setting sun with blood pupils.There are a few anxious and shriveled crows parked on the branches with their teeth and claws, their thieves' eyes are shining brightly, staring at a dilapidated and dilapidated house not far away, as if they have seen the flesh and bones of their hunger.

And looking around, all you can see is such a desolate decline.Chiyang moored on the west mountain is like a bloodthirsty death knell, the half-light and cold afterglow just illuminates the dry and cracked riverbed, the ashes of the vegetation and the dead bones that are about to be reduced to dust.It seems to intentionally tear open the cruelty of reality for others to see, to teach people to give up resistance and bear it helplessly, and let the despair of survival in the doomsday overwhelmingly cover the whole field, and then weigh heavily on the heart of the Venerable Master.

Wumeng was suffocated.

It's not like I haven't seen such a tragic scene of fighting, and I haven't heard of this stinking flesh and blood, but no matter what, it's not as good as the powerless life and death of ordinary people in front of me.

Even though he has been a god for hundreds of years, he has never seen such a scene of purgatory.

In my thoughts, I only heard the small footsteps from far to near, and a half-grown child stumbled into the field of vision.

The child was wearing tattered and patched clothes that barely covered his body, carefully holding a cracked pottery bowl in his hand, and his hasty and alternating steps showed his eagerness.

He stopped at the door of that family's house, and the mottled and decayed wooden door was pushed open tremblingly by him. He was about to raise his leg to enter, but suddenly turned his head and looked at Wu Mengsheng steadily, as if he had suddenly discovered his existence.

Those eyes were as clear as the stars, clearly out of tune with this filthy world.But those eyes were full of contradictory expressions that were not commensurate with his age, and his brows were slightly frowned, but he looked more like an adult who had experienced a lot of hardships and accidents.

And those eyes just looked at Wu Mengsheng so quietly, the crows of the wind could no longer reach Wu Mengsheng's ears, it was as silent as the Santu River separated from this bank and the other bank, the world was divided, but still had to suffer With endless torture.

Yes, this little child's gaze is so deep that it seems to be torturing his own soul?

Wumengsheng's heart was shocked, and he suddenly realized who the child was, but he was about to open his mouth to call out, when suddenly he heard several low coughs from the old man coming from the door, the child seemed to be summoned, and he walked away without any hesitation. Turn around and run through the door.

"鷇——"

Wumengsheng was about to reach out to hold the child, but suddenly his fingertips felt hot, and when he lowered his head, he saw another child who was a few years older than the one he saw just now was holding the fingers of his left hand.

The child's clothes are very familiar, with crane hair and auspicious cloud hairpin on his head, wearing a light yellow white robe with dragon patterns, and a white sword bag on his back——

This is clearly Yinzi who has just entered the teacher's school.

Recognize this outfit, do you have lost your memory?

The childish Yinzi raised his head, and met Shang Wumengsheng's slightly surprised eyes.

And the boy's Yinzi's furrowed brows and indifferent eyes made it impossible to see what was on his mind for a moment. He remained silent, raised his finger to the dilapidated courtyard gate, and then gently pulled Wumengsheng towards him. go inside.

Wu Mengsheng also followed him as an uninvited guest.

The house was filled with a dry smell of dust, and the room had obviously been cleaned, but there was indeed an old man lying on the bed in the south corner of the house, drinking the clear water from the cracked pottery bowl in the child's hand.

The child was lying on the side of the couch before, looking at him eagerly.Even at such a short distance, Wu Mengsheng suddenly found that the child's chapped lips were white and bloodshot, obviously it hadn't been moistened by a drop of water for a long time.

After the old man finished drinking the water, he put down the bowl and opened his mouth.

"Today's portion is not bad."

Wu Mengsheng frowned because of the sense of reason in his tone, but he saw that the child was holding the bowl in his hand, his fingertips were so hard that they turned slightly white, but he remained silent.

"Boy, I adopted you, you must repay the favor."

A nameless karmic fire rushed to Wu Mengsheng's chest, burning inexplicably sour, and he pinched Xiao Yinzi's fingers with his left hand, clenched tightly.

But seeing the child on the side of the bed nodded heavily, as if he had made up his mind, he no longer held the pottery bowl with his fingertips as before, but put down the pottery bowl, turned and ran out the door.

Wu Mengsheng bent down and hugged the little Yinzi who was holding his finger, and ran out together.

The little Yinzi was very quiet in his arms, with the unique scent of the glazed fairyland on her body, as well as the aroma of herbs and fireworks soaked in the alchemy room all the year round, which smelled extremely reassuring to Wumengsheng.

The child in front of him was running fast. Although the moon was in the middle of the sky and only the faint moonlight illuminated the path, the child was obviously very familiar with this place, and his steps were firm and fast, heading straight for the west mountain where the sun was setting.

Town God's Temple on the mountain.

As usual, it is dilapidated and crumbling, the ruins whistling and singing in the mountain wind, and occasionally, unknown creatures suddenly jump over it, causing the night owls on the branches to purr.

The only Town God's Temple in this village was originally very incense-filled.But after the villagers prayed for rain for a long time, all the gods, such as the emperor and Lao Tzu, were just virtual images made of mud and straw, which could not be eaten or worn.

Then the idol was completely destroyed, and a scroll of scriptures fell out of the hollow idol, and was also fed to the fire by a group of angry villagers.

And the child ran straight up to the altar, out of breath, and knocked on the altar.

A puff of smoke rises from the altar in response, and the phantom can only see the hem of the clothes, and if it goes up, there is nothing.

It is exactly the same as the remaining half of the sculpture on the altar.

Xu Ying's voice was somewhat awed, but also somewhat helpless to please, and he didn't know what he owed the child, "Oh, my little ancestor, what do you do?"

The voice of the child who hasn't changed his voice is crisp and milky, but he already has a little sense of self-importance, "I can't find the "Water Classic" you mentioned, so use the second method."

As soon as he heard that the second method was going to be used, Xu Ying flickered nervously, as if he was about to kneel down to this little ancestor, and his voice was flustered.

"Oh my god, little ancestor, can you stop making trouble? I protect the creatures of this land, and I don't want to see the incense and people dying even more than you do. But do you know what the scourge is? It's not something you and I can manipulate at will. God will take them.

"Whatever your identity is—ah no, bah bah bah, you can't say it, you can't say it. In short, the current situation is not something you and I can change, understand, let it be, it's good for you and me.

"Oh, by the way, and you walk dozens of miles to find water for that old man every day, aren't you tired? And that old man... well, you are not a kind person, why bother?"

Listening to Xu Ying's rambling, the child had disdain written all over his face, raised his eyebrows, and actually took out the fire pocket.

"You, what are you doing! Even if you really burned me to sacrifice to heaven, I still say the same thing! These people's lives cannot be changed! They deserve it!"

The child remained silent, turned around and lit the candles on the lamp stand next to it one by one. The temporarily decaying Town God's Temple was brightly lit, but it only illuminated the decayed scenes, which were no longer prosperous, which was very embarrassing.

"I can't find your "Water Sutra", and burning you to sacrifice to heaven is not humane, but I found other ways to pray for rain."

"what?"

The child took out the knife from his arms, swiped his fingertips, and blood trickled out, so he began to draw seriously on the ground with the blood.

Wu Mengsheng frowned and looked at the child's immature face flickering under the flickering candlelight, and looked at Xiao Yinzi in his arms, and confirmed that the two were actually the same person.

So right now, am I in Yinzi's consciousness?

Wu Mengsheng turned his head to look at the child's ghostly talisman on the ground again, his jaw almost dropped in shock.

The phantom over there obviously also discovered the mystery, but now that there is no incense to worship, and the magic power is weakened, he can only stop shouting.

"My God! My little ancestor, you might as well burn the little god! Stop it! You know what this is! You can't play with the soul of that lord! This is—"

"Sacrifice to the gods." The child said lightly without emotion, and it was a response, "Otherwise, tell me who that adult is, and I will ask him."

Have nothing to fear, this child is really stubborn.

However, the grown-up Yinzi is now in his arms, obviously he did not die young, so although Wu Mengsheng frowned, he was not really worried, he squeezed the little Yinzi in his arms "Sacrifice to the gods", as the name suggests, is a kind of writing that sacrifices one's own body. Written in blood, it is a vow to sacrifice one's body and soul to the gods and never be reborn. Can't you see that you still have such a time to sacrifice yourself for the common people? It means how do you know this at such a young age? Thinking about it, at this age, I still have to memorize more books than Lord Tianlu.”

Besides, with the weight of a child, I'm afraid it's not enough to fit between the teeth.

unless--

Wu Mengsheng hadn't thought it through yet, a brilliance flashed in front of his eyes, he didn't know if it was the child's formation or something else, he just smelled the familiar fragrance of white lotus, and heard an indifferent chuckle, and then the sound of rain feet disturbing the tranquility, The silence was broken.

Later, the news of the child’s success in praying for rain in the Town God’s Temple spread like wildfire. At first, it was a simple blood letter to pray for rain. Later, it evolved into a child feeling the fate of heaven and setting up a dojo. Later, the child was simply deified into a white dragon that spreads rain. Many villagers recounted that they saw it with their own eyes. That night, the child gave birth to white scales and turned into a dragon.

But Wu Mengsheng saw it clearly. That night, Hao Guangzhong appeared to destroy the characters and seals, and it was none other than his own master who defied the angels and issued the Rainfall Art——

Su really.