!The little boy was stunned. What was the purpose of such an obstruction for an old man with no vitality? This made his hair stand on end.
The gray hair is filled with black blood, which has dried for an unknown number of years. It was originally an extremely sharp ancient sword, but now the hilt is already rusty. It is hard to imagine how long it has gone through.
"Old man, why are you stopping me? If you have anything to do, just tell me." said the little boy.
Maoqiu hid directly behind him, his big eyes rolling around, nervously pulling his hair, for fear that the old man would riot.
Silently, the old man stood there without any expression. His face was like a wooden sculpture and his eyes were empty, just blocking his way.
When the little boy saw this, he avoided him and walked to the side to go around him.
With a snap, the old man was recreated in the void and appeared directly there, blocking his way again.
"Old man, are you being unreasonable or not? Just say whatever you have to say and don't scare me." The little boy made a sad face and was secretly on guard.
This is too weird. How could such an old man with no life fluctuations appear? What is his background? Why do you always stop him? It's really a ghost!
You know, this is a place where worshiping spirits live. How could there be such an old man wearing ancient clothes? It's outrageous.
Suddenly, the little boy turned around, quickly returned to the courtyard, and rushed towards the backyard with a whoosh.
The spirit is being sacrificed here. Is it possible that this gray-haired old man can defy the will of God? If even the gourd vine that protects the ancient pure land cannot subdue him, then there is really no way.
From beginning to end, the little one didn't do anything because he felt it was very strange. This human-like ghost-like existence might be extremely dangerous, so it was better not to take the initiative to provoke him.
In the backyard, the gourd vines are still withered and yellow. Baptized by the stars and moonlight, the place is hazy and soft.
"Uncle, there is another old man here. Chat with him, otherwise he will block me and prevent me from leaving." The little boy came to the gourd vine.
He hoped that the sacrificial spirit would respond. No matter what, this was in the Pure Land, and it should take care of it. However, he was disappointed. The withered vines did not move, the yellow leaves were dim, and there was no expression at all.
The gray-haired old man also came closer, standing opposite him and still facing him, blocking his way and looking at him with empty eyes.
The little one rushed to the pile of rocks and tried to move the green gourd on the pergola to revive the sacrificial spirit.
As soon as it approached, the green-skinned gourd emitted chaotic energy, the sound was deafening, and a rune appeared. The terrifying aura was powerful and terrifying, and an inexplicable ripple forced the little one back.
Thousands of runes are intertwined, and the chaos is getting thicker. The green-skinned gourd is like coming to the beginning of the world, where there is mist and lightning!
At the same time, the gray-haired old man's body shook, and he actually said: "Give me back my sword..."
In this late night, the little one's back was whizzing, what kind of sword could he give back? There was indeed one here, but it was stuck in the old man's own head, how could he give it back?!
"Old man, the sword is on your head."
The old man seemed to have never heard it and still pronounced to the little one: "Give me my sword."
The little boy was shocked and confused. Do you want him to help you pull out the sword? He asked: "Why don't you lower your head and I will pull it out for you?"
"Qiang"
The ancient sword actually made a trembling sound, and a trail of black blood spilled out. The old man was shocked again and murmured: "Give me the sword back."
He blocked the little one's way and repeated those words, which made Shi Hao at a loss. In the end, the little one was really cornered and said: "Okay, I will help you find it later and return your sword."
As soon as these words came out, the sky and the earth turned pale, there was a loud roar of wind, thunder and lightning, and the old man disappeared and was never seen again.
There was a chill on the little one's back. This was so shocking. There was such a commotion in the residence of the worshiping spirit. Calabash Vine didn't react at all. Could it be that the two knew each other?
"Where did he come from, and how could he be so weird?!" The little boy was really frightened and ran away without looking back, escaping from the habitat of the spirit sacrifice.
The fur ball was nervous, grabbing his collar and hanging on his body like a koala. The wind blew, and his body floated up, following him and escaping at top speed.
Butian Pavilion was very large and vast. The little boy ran for dozens of miles in one breath and finally left the habitat of the worshiping spirit. Looking back, he saw the bright moon, the stars, the land was silent, and the old man finally did not reappear.
"Go!" He ran away again.
On the way, there are towering Lingshan Mountains, one after another. Under the silvery moonlight, they seem to be covered with a thin layer of smoke, plain and hazy. Palaces are located on them, and there are Lingshan waterfalls flying down the mountains, as white as a horse, and misty.
Standing up, it looks ethereal under the watery moonlight, as if you have arrived in a fairyland.
After traveling hundreds of miles, the little boy returned to his residence. It was late at night and the other disciples had already gone to bed. He snuck into his thatched hut and fell asleep.
After all the trouble just now, he didn't want to dwell on it anymore. He hoped to forget it as soon as possible and fall asleep as soon as possible.
The same goes for Maoqiu. He glanced out the window a few times and was nervous for a while. Then he covered his eyes, hid behind the little one, and began to fall asleep.
For several days, everything was normal. The little boy felt relieved that nothing went wrong. However, he did not go to the memorial service again for fear of seeing ghosts again.
For several days in a row, he acted conscientiously and did his duty, especially at night. He never went out. He would only sit cross-legged on the roof, swallowing heavenly essence, refining starlight, and going to sleep when he felt sleepy.
On the sixth night, the little boy's hair suddenly stood up, he sat up and immediately shouted: "Ghost!"
The gray-haired old man had already arrived at some unknown time, standing in front of his bed, staring at him with blank eyes, black blood dripping from his head, and the ancient sword was murderous.
In the dead of night, such a cry carried very far, and the nearby disciples were alarmed. A group of people woke up and sat up quickly.
The sleeping fur ball was naturally frightened by the voice, and the fur all over his body stood up, and he jumped up from the pillow where he was little.
"boom"
It hit the old man's head all of a sudden, grabbed the gray hair, and just looked into the empty eyes. It screamed and immediately became furry, crawling and climbing up to the top of his head.
Then it fell on his shoulder again, and finally rolled her eyes hard and almost fainted.
The little boy, who was feeling the chill all over his body, jumped up, grabbed the fur ball by its tail, carried it over, smashed the window and rushed out.
There was quite a lot of movement here, alarming many people, and lights were on in many houses. "What's wrong, who is screaming, what happened?"!
"Who is it, and why is it causing such a fuss in the middle of the night and affecting other people's rest?!"
Many people rushed out to look for the source of the sound.
"Here, everyone, come here quickly, I will introduce you to a new friend." The little one shouted, trying to calm down, wanting to give everyone a "surprise".
The gray-haired old man was like a ghost, silent and approaching him, staring at him blankly.
If it is really a ghost, 3,000 young people gathered together and their yang energy was so strong that it still can't scare you away? This is the little kid's idea, of course, it is also based on the spirit of sharing difficulties and strange "uncle" and everyone comes to "recognize" each other.
thought.
"Hey, what are you yelling about?" A group of teenagers rushed in, looking at him strangely and turning a blind eye to the gray-haired old man.
The little one was dumbfounded and said: "You are so brave and you are not afraid at all?"
"It's inexplicable - I don't know what you are talking about" these teenagers were dissatisfied.
In particular, the beautiful girl in the crowd whose skirt had been pulled off by a little girl glared, crossed her waist, and said: "You are acting weird again, and you are tormenting everyone, right?"
The little one was confused. Could it be that this group of people couldn't see the gray-haired old man? This was too scary. He felt cold all over his body and said, "Can't you see him? Right in front of me, an old man."
The eyes are empty, there is a sword stuck in the head, and black blood is flowing..."
"It's unethical to scare us in the middle of the night!" The beautiful girl glared at him, and the others were also dissatisfied.
"I didn't, oh, ghost!" the little one screamed, and the old man got closer and closer, almost touching him.
He was so angry that he shouted so loudly, which naturally alarmed everyone. In a moment, hundreds of people came here, looking at him inexplicably.
"There really is an old man with black blood flowing down his face. Why can't you see it?!" The little one looked anxiously.
Finally, hundreds of people gathered here, pointing and dissatisfied with him for disturbing their sleep.
"when!"
The little boy became anxious, jumped up, and flicked the iron sword with his fingers, making a sonorous trembling sound, and the originally noisy yard suddenly became quiet.
Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but feel horrified.
But some people quickly woke up, and someone shouted: "Who are you kidding? Do you think you can scare us all by using a blind trick?"
With a whoosh, the little one rushed over, and the gray-haired old man naturally followed him and blocked the front.
"If you don't believe it, you all come over and touch it," the little one shouted.
"I don't believe in evil!" The girl who had been glaring walked forward, and there were several teenagers who joined hands at the same time.
In an instant, they felt they touched an ice sculpture. It was bitingly cold and frightened. They quickly drew back their hands and shouted: "Ghost!"
Obviously they couldn't see anything, but they could touch it, which frightened a group of teenagers. Some of them even tripped over each other while walking backwards.
"Ah..." The pretty little girl screamed even more, ran wildly, stepped on several teenagers who fell on the ground, and disappeared in a flash.
The little one squeezed his way into the crowd, causing a group of children to cry and howl. Many people who touched him were so frightened that they all ran away.
In just the blink of an eye, hundreds of people disappeared. The place was empty, and the little one was in a daze. This was too fast.
There was a huge chaos near this mountain rock. All the houses were lit up with lights. More than 3,000 new disciples were alerted. The news spread from ten to ten, and everyone knew about it.
In an instant, there was silence around the little one, and the people living next to him ran away like crazy, and they were all gone.
"Go and report to the elders quickly!"
The two elders, Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun, have been exhausted recently. So many things have happened, which has left them so anxious that they can't even sleep well.
After finally calming down for a few days, they felt that there would be no problem, but in the middle of the night, a group of children yelled and shouted under their spiritual mountain.
"What's wrong?!" The two of them felt helpless.
"The elder is haunted. An old man with his head pierced by an ancient sword, black blood flowing, and disheveled hair appears..." the teenagers shouted.
"What?!" Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun immediately changed their colors, rushed down Lingshan, grabbed a child's hand, and asked loudly with great severity.
These teenagers quickly recounted the story.
Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun's faces were pale, their lips were trembling, and they almost ran away.
"Elder, what's wrong? Go and have a look."
"From ancient times to the present, it appears every few hundred years. Whenever it comes out, many people will die!" Elder Zhuo Yun said in a trembling voice.
When a group of children heard this, they were greatly frightened. They stumbled backwards one by one. They were extremely nervous, their whole bodies were chilled, and their scalps were a little numb.
Moreover, what people did not expect was that Xiong Fei and Elder Zhuo Yun ignored them and ran away without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Is there such an irresponsible elder? He ran away for his life first!
"You guys wait, we're going to invite the seniors!" Fortunately, the voices of two people came from the wind.
The frying pan here in Shishan is a supernatural phenomenon that has existed since ancient times and has no solution since ancient times? What's going on, they actually encountered it!
Everyone was afraid, but they sympathized more with the unfortunate child. It was obvious that the existence had its eyes on him.
Many people braved their courage and walked forward for a certain distance and looked towards the yard, but they couldn't help but be stunned. What was this guy doing? How courageous!
After being awakened, the little boy slowly came back to his senses and was no longer afraid. At this time, he actually jumped on the gray-haired old man and sat on his neck.
He grabbed a piece of bluestone in his hand and kept hitting it hard. He didn't know whether he wanted to cut off the head or break the ancient sword. He shouted: "Give me back your sword and I will cut it out for you. Don't follow me."
I’m so annoyed!”
At the same time, a sound broke through the sky, and an old man appeared in the distance, holding a yellow gourd in his hand, filled with chaotic energy.
In addition, long roars came one after another in the distance, and the strong men practicing on the magnificent treasure mountains were alarmed. The senior officials of Butian Pavilion were shaken, and they all came out of the seclusion and rushed here.
The tickets were drawn closer, and I saw old book friends appearing, new book friends joining, and becoming popular at the same time. There are also many book friends who subscribe to old books in order to generate monthly tickets. I don’t know what to say to thank you. I will definitely try my best this month! Go and write the first chapter