At a certain moment, Yuan Chen felt that everything he experienced before his rebirth was designed.
"This must have something to do with Luo Shen Bing!" Yuan Chen immediately thought of Luo Shen Bing. As the ancestor of the schemer, Luo Shen Bing was naturally the first target of suspicion.
In the distant dream world, a little girl with a ponytail was seriously tinkering with her own affairs. She was very serious just now. This matter is very important and is a key part of the plan.
But the next moment, she sneezed unusually.
It was this sneeze that made all her arrangements in the dream world ineffective.
She stamped her feet angrily, and after a quick calculation, her expression turned strange, and then she murmured: "Have you been discovered?"
Yuan Chen's grass has been growing for another ten thousand years, and now, it is already a twenty thousand year old demon grass, but even so, it still grows very small.
Of course, he is as weak as ever, and this weakness refers to strength!
Because of this, the demon catcher didn't like Yuan Chen at all and didn't even bother to step on him when he walked past him.
On this day, the weather was a bit gloomy and it seemed like it was going to rain. When Yuan Chen looked around, he could smell a familiar smell.
This seems to be another storm...
Sure enough, Yuan Chen's guess was correct. Darkness surged in the sky, and after a while, it completely covered the sky.
Now Yuan Chen suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu, everything seemed familiar, and everything was different.
A young monk ran from a distance, but when he was very close to Yuan Chen, he accidentally stepped on a stone, turned over, fell to the ground, and fainted.
The surrounding wind was strong, thunder and lightning were intertwined in the sky, and a doomsday scene was approaching.
The storm came as promised. In 20,000 years, Yuan Chen had never encountered the same kind of rain, but today, he did.
Yuan Chen spread out his blades of grass to protect the young monk.
A faint green light emerged, covering a one meter radius.
Although the space is small, it blocks the wind and rain. The storm from outside can sweep away the rain, the trees can be uprooted, and the land can be swept away along with the waterfall.
But the little monk was not injured at all.
The storm lasted for two days and two nights. During this period, the little monk woke up, his face changed with fright, and his body huddled together.
"Is this the skystorm that the abbot said? It's so scary, Zhouzhou is so scared." After crying for a long time, he realized that he was not hurt. At this time, he finally discovered Yuan Chen.
"Are you a demon?" the little monk asked with a tearful voice. Originally, Yuan Chen was unable to speak, and now he was even more unable to speak.
His demonic power is very weak, but now he has exploded with such powerful demonic power. It is obvious that he is burning his own life.
When others treat him well, even if 20,000 years have passed, he still wants to do something for the creatures here, even if it is just a small thing.
Even if it costs his life.
Yuan Chen's whole body exuded soft green light. This light gave the little monk a warm feeling. He couldn't help but put his little body against Xiaocao.
At a certain moment, the little monk felt that he was in someone's arms, feeling indescribably warm and safe.
After the storm, the little monk left. He did not tell the abbot the secret here. He felt that the grass demon was not bad. If the abbot, who was jealous of evil, knew about it, the life of the little grass demon would definitely not be saved.
In this way, every morning he would appear next to Yuan Chen and practice the skills of Fengling Temple.
This set of exercises is very simple, even crude.
Of course, this is for Yuan Chen.
In Yuan Chen's eyes, the skills practiced by the young monk had many flaws, so he would secretly wave blades of grass to attract the breeze and change the young monk's movements.
At first, the young monk thought Yuan Chen was fooling around, but after practicing this a few times, he became obsessed with this feeling.
By continuing to practice like this, the young monk's strength improved rapidly.
This quickly aroused the abbot's suspicion. The young monk was very young, only five or six years old. He was considered a junior in Fengling Temple.
The young monk is very weak, but he is very serious in his cultivation. However, his cultivation time is still short and his cultivation level is still shallow, so he cannot do some things.
But just recently, the abbot decided to let the young monk follow the older monk on a mission to slay demons and do justice for heaven.
There was a problem with the information channel for this mission. The monster the young monk encountered was not the Demonic Split Pig at all, but the Flying Tiger.
This is not a monster of the same level at all. It can be said that a flying tiger can kill a hundred demon pigs in seconds!
What a gap this is, this is a fatal omission.
The young monk's name is Wan Yang. He is only in the Yuling realm. If he meets Feitianhu, who is already in the Heavenly realm, he will definitely die.
After Wan Yang saw the Feitian Tiger, he knew he was dead, and he ran away without reservation.
He left the young monk alone and ran away.
"Brother, wait for me." The little monk was also frightened. After all, this was the first time he saw a monster. When he saw Wanyang running away, he felt a little panicked.
roar!
The roar of tigers shook the sky, and the cries of apes responded.
After the Flying Tiger, another huge giant ape came out of the woods.
The giant ape blocked Wan Yang's path, and he struck out with a palm, shattering Wan Yang's body into pieces.
The young monk stopped and felt a little at a loss.
The palm of the giant ape was like a mountain, pressing down, trying to crush the little monk.
The little monk was so frightened that he closed his eyes, but his body reacted subconsciously. He braced himself and punched forward.
The small fist is mixed with the power of the wind. His power is not strong, but the power of the wind is very strong.
Before the giant ape could even touch his little fist, he flew into the sky and hit the flying tiger right on top.
Then the two monsters flew together.
The young monk breathed a sigh of relief, and then carefully buried Senior Brother Wanyang. After all this work, the sun was already directly overhead.
The little monk went back covered in blood.
Just after the young monk left, a rain of blood fell, mixed with falling bones.
Back at Fengling Temple, the young monk was already exhausted and passed out at the door.
After waking up again, what he saw was the abbot's calm eyes, and the abbot's voice was very soft and could not be heard.
"Xiao Xiao, how are you now?"
The young monk hurriedly got off the bed, knelt at the abbot's feet, and whispered: "Master, senior brother Wanyang is dead."
The abbot's face remained calm, and he didn't seem angry at all when faced with the young monk's inappropriate answers.
"Xiaoxiao, I already know." After the abbot helped the little monk up, his face became very kind: "Xiaoxiao, I picked you up in the snow when you were a baby. It's been five years now.
For five years, I have always believed that you had no memory of your birth, but now it seems that you still remember it."
"Master, I don't remember anything, I really don't know anything." The young monk suddenly felt the breath of death from this kind man.
"Xiao Xiao, if you know some things, you won't be able to survive."
The young monk took a few steps back and shouted: "Master, since you don't believe me, I can only prove my resolve by dying."
After saying that, the little monk slapped himself to death.
The scarlet handprints on that little face were so ferocious and terrifying.
"It was actually a mistake to protect you back then. Otherwise, how could my Wanyang die?" Tears flowed from the corners of the abbot's eyes, and they were tears of regret.
The young monk was buried at Yuan Chen's feet. Is this fate or something else?
When Yuan Chen saw the little monk's death, he was completely furious.
While preserving the little monk's body, he worked hard to practice. He wanted to transform into another form as soon as possible and avenge the little monk.
Until the little monk died, he didn't know the other person's name.
Just like the little girl picking mushrooms, he didn't know the other person's name.
Ever since the source dust turned into grass, time has become worthless.
If he followed the normal cultivation methods, Yuan Chen would only need to wait another ten thousand years to transform, and then he could find his way back step by step.
But now, he can't wait.
If you wait any longer and all the people who forced the young monk to death are dead, how can you take revenge?
Yuan Chen never believed in the way of heaven and reincarnation, and that heaven would spare anyone. He only believed in himself, not in heaven!
Then he chose an extreme. He decided not to grow anymore, but to destroy his cultivation.
He wants to change back to his original seed.
This is undoubtedly painful. In the situation of almost collapse, Yuan Chen finally turned into the original seed.
Then the seeds flew into the little monk's body. The little monk was already dead. Even if Yuan Chen saved his body, he couldn't hold his soul.
Since coming to this world, all Yuan Chen's previous methods have disappeared, and the only thing he has is his memory and this humble grass power.
Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Ten years is already a long time for ordinary people.
Ten years ago or so, people have changed a lot.
This is the case with the little monk. He was originally only a five-year-old little monk. Ten years later, he had grown into a handsome and elegant young man. Not only that, his long black hair had also grown out.
During a thunderstorm, the young monk climbed out of the grave.
After coming out, he didn't hesitate and went straight in one direction.
Today's little monk is just born for revenge.
Although it was thundering, it did not rain. Instead, it snowed heavily.
The heavy snow came into contact with the little monk's skin, but it did not melt away, but covered the little monk's body.
The snow-clearing monk saw someone coming and hurried forward to ask. Yuan Chen said in a hoarse voice: "I want to ask if this is Fengling Temple?"
The sweeping monk did not realize at all that the person in front of him was the kid chasing after him and calling him uncle.
"This is Fengling Temple. What does the donor mean when he comes here? Is he here to worship Buddha or make a wish?"
Fengling Temple is located deep in the Fengling Forest, and it is almost impossible for anyone to come. But now, someone has come, so the sweeping monk was a little stunned just now.
"I'm here to make a wish." Yuan Chen said without emotion.
His eyes had already passed through Fengling Temple and saw the majestic and majestic monk.
The abbot, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes. Just now, he sensed a kind of indifference. (To be continued)