The autumn rain is like a song, making the roads of the Hengduan Mountains extremely slippery. But even in this weather, Zhao Laohu, a hunter, could not rest. He was covered with rain ponchos made of branches and weeds, and his exposed skin was covered with mud. The cold rain came and he shivered.

Zhao Laohu sounds very old, but he is just a sixteen-year-old boy. The family of four of them is farming in Hedong. Although ten acres of thin fields are not enough to be rich, they can keep food and clothing without worries.

But in order to avoid the military disaster caused by the rebellion of the King of the Kings, they abandoned their fields and went to Yanzhou hundreds of miles away to join their brother-in-law as hunters. In the end, they became a hunter at the foot of the Hengduan Mountains, relying on the skills taught by his uncle to hunt for a living.

When he was a child, Zhao Laohu thought that hunters had a cool look and their life was beautiful. He only needed a hunting bow and a hunting fork every day to get wolves, insects, tigers and leopards for his own enjoyment. He could eat as much meat as he wanted. When he thought about it, he would drool.

But besides being an official, any other business looks beautiful!

Zhao Laohu only realized his suffering after being a hunter. Zhao Laohu's father Zhao Dabao went into the mountain ten times and found nothing. If it weren't for his mother digging some wild vegetables and his uncle occasionally helped some rice and meat, their family would even starve to death.

During the eleventh hunting, Zhao Dabao finally encountered a large prey, a tiger full of food. It was the tiger that was not hurtful, and people had the heart to hunt tigers. Zhao Dabao shot with an arrow and immediately became a tragedy.

When Zhao Laohu and his mother went up the mountain to find him, Zhao Dabao was left with only a pile of blood-stained ragged clothes. From then on, Zhao Laohu became the pillar of the family, and he needed to take care of his mother and young sister who soon fell ill.

He picked up the hunting bow covered with his father's blood and walked into the deep mountains. Compared to Zhao Dabao's bad luck, Zhao Laohu seemed to be protected by the Grandpa of the Mountain God.

Zhao Laohu was frightened and entered the mountain for the first time. He encountered a tiger and a bear fought to the death. In the end, the bear won the battle and dragged the tiger's remaining core. However, Zhao Laohu did not find anything. Soon, three little tigers crawled out of the cave to find their mother, and Zhao Laohu picked them up right away.

He used these three little guys to exchange for two bags of millet in a nearby town, one with one stone. The price is naturally cheap, but he, a half-baby with no foundation, was not beaten to death in the market, which was already a great fortune.

The bow was used by the Tang Dynasty military, with zhemu bow arms and ox horns pulling strings, which are of good quality. Zhao Laohu's mouth was sweet and tight, and his uncle screamed, and others occasionally gave him some advice on his archery skills.

In this way, after half a year, Zhao Laohu could also hunt wild delicacies such as hares, spores, turtledoves, etc., barely guaranteeing that the family will not starve to death. This is his limit.

In the autumn rainy weather, hunters cannot hunt. But the little sister at home's stomach was roaring, and Zhao Laohu couldn't help but rest at home. Thinking of her sensible and well-behaved little sister, Zhao Laohu couldn't help but smile.

His sister Cui Niang is already thirteen years old and can get married in another year. But the Zhao family cannot prepare a decent dowry. Zhao Laohu has always been ashamed of this.

Suddenly, a sensation came from the front. Zhao Laohu was excited and slowly took out the bow string wrapped in oil cloth, then took out the bow arm from his clothes and put it in place. Zhao Laohu's movements were beautiful and soothing, and obviously had already been clothed thousands of times. In order to prevent the rain from breaking the glue on the bow back and bow string, he had to do this.

The hard bow slowly opened, and an iron arrow hung on the string. Zhao Laohu's eyes were as firm as a hawk. He hoped that the prey would be a plump spore so that their family could live a good life for two more days.

The rustling sound of branches in the jungle was getting closer and closer, and a spore really came out. Zhao Laohu thought to himself: Thank you for the blessing of the mountain god. He said that at that time, the bowstrings loosened, and the arrow made of poplar trees trembled and lightning out, but the spores seemed to be a prophet, causing Zhao Laohu to fall into nothing in a flash.

What was even more tragic was that a figure suddenly flashed out, and the iron arrow hit the chest. Zhao Laohu's head buzzed, and he felt dizzy and couldn't help but scream "Ah!"

The transition from heaven to hell is nothing more than this. Zhao Laohu stood in a daze, letting the rain water drift on his beloved hard bow and then falling from the bowstring.

However, the man did not fall as Zhao Laohu expected, but walked towards him step by step. Zhao Laohu's heart seemed to be grabbed by a pair of cold hands, and the coldness surged into his heart.

"Is it because the wronged soul is here to seek his life!"

Shaking his head, when the man walked in, Zhao Laohu looked carefully through the heavy rain curtain, but saw that the man was holding his own arrow in his hand, and there was no trace of blood in front of him.

A false alarm!

Zhao Laohu's blood and blood loosened, and he sat down in the mud. Then, as if he was sitting on the tip of a knife, he suddenly bounced up and took off the bowstrings of the hard bow in a hurry, trying to wipe the rainwater, but there was no dry linen on his body.

This time, Zhao Laohu was extremely desperate and sat down depressedly. When he looked down, he saw a pair of smooth feet walking from the mountain road covered with gravel. The feet were not damaged at all, nor were they stained with mud.

Zhao Laohu was stunned and heard a cold voice saying, "There is a place to shelter from the rain in front, come with me!" After the man said that, he walked straight forward regardless of what Zhao Laohu made.

The mountain road was long, and Zhao Laohu fell a few times, but suddenly saw a vast desert wall appearing in front of him. The man went straight inside, as if an old horse knew the way.

Zhao Laohu also entered. This was a broken hall without long-standing candles, which made the light not good. The Buddha statues were mottled and spider webs were growing. A thick layer of gray was accumulated on the ground, and it was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.

There are several unburned wood in the center of the hall, which is clearly black and white. Zhao Laohu was in a hurry to take out the flint and prepare to set the fire to dry the clothes.

The barefoot man leading the way stood there, as if he was foolish, and he was still motionless. Zhao Laohu took the flint and set up a bonfire. He immediately took off his clothes with his eyes. The sound of a pair of sinus pants exposed his red upper body.

Seeing that the barefoot man was still stunned, he was afraid that the other party would catch a cold, so he boldly called him to come over and burn the fire. When he approached, he found that there was no water droplets on the other party's black robe. He couldn't help but envy him and thought about it in his heart.

【If I borrowed this clothes to wipe the hard bow, would the other party think I was too rude?】

Zhao Laohu was a person who acted more than thought. He was thinking about it, but his hands had already started to pull the black robe. The man suddenly woke up, turned his head and saw Zhao Laohu, which scared him.

"That, the fire has risen. Why not let's go and dry the clothes, hair, etc...." The more you said, the less Zhao Laohu's voice became, and finally he became silent.

The man was unexpectedly easy to talk, and did not care about Zhao Laohu's rude behavior. He did not dislike the dust and dead leaves on the ground, and sat straight beside the fire.

"Well, sir, can you help me get the bow string?" Zhao Laohu hesitated for a long time, and finally felt sorry for his hard bow, and he started asking with courage.

The man took the bow arm and bowstring casually, shook his hands, and the water splashed everywhere, and the whole hard bow turned completely fresh. Zhao Laohu was surprised and happy, and thanked him uncontrollably, but the man was just indifferent.

You probably saw that this person was Tang Cheng. After leaving Kunlun Mountain, he wandered aimlessly and unconsciously came to the Hengduan Mountains.

Suddenly, he decided to re-take his own path of cultivation and use his body to feel the breathing and feelings of the world. This led to the scene of meeting Zhao Laohu by chance.

Looking at the orange-red flames, Tang Cheng's mind had memories of the past. On the same rainy day, it was in this broken hall that Tang Cheng killed someone for the first time.

The fat and round vision, the tall and thin, the despicable and shameless Tang Feifan and those innocent teenagers. Thunder, heavy rain, poisoning, and murder are not the starting point of Tangcheng's path of cultivation, but the most important turning point in Tangcheng's life.

Here he realized the despicableness of human nature, laid the foundation for practice here, and obtained the most important magic here - the Vajra Physal Tripitaka.

Unlike summer, the autumn rain continues, and it seems that even the lingering raindrops cannot be stopped forever. Not long after, Zhao Laohu's stomach started to growl. His face turned red, and he took out two dumplings from his wet pocket, one black and one yellow. Zhao Laohu hesitated for a moment, handed the yellow piece to Tang Cheng, and said, "Sir, eat something!"

With just one glance, Tang Cheng could see that the yellow one was a steamed bun made of millet flour, while the black one was just a bone. Tang Cheng glanced at him and shook his head to refuse.

Zhao Laohu took a careful bite, and the steamed bun seemed to be more precious than the dragon liver and phoenix marrow in his eyes. After Zhao Laohu finished eating, Tang Cheng stood up and walked outside.

Zhao Laohu hesitated for a moment, carefully placed the hard bow, and hurriedly chased out. Turning over several broken walls, the two of them came to a grave.

The tomb built eight years ago was full of weeds. Who knew that there were two thieves who were unavailable in these two tombs?
Chapter completed!