"When..." When the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell, a bell sounded from a small Taoist temple with green bricks and green tiles.
The melodious sound of the bell is like the awakening of insects. The moment it sounds, everything comes to life, the mountain wind blows gently, and the pines and waves rise thousands of miles away.
With a "squeaking" sound, the old wooden door of the Taoist temple opened. I saw a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, carrying a package and riding a black bull, slowly walking out of the Taoist temple.
After walking out of the Taoist temple, the young Taoist stopped and hesitated: "Qingfeng, Mingyue, can I not go down the mountain?"
"Uncle Master, this is the decision of the Grand Master, and we can't make the decision." Two Taoist priests with white beards and hair, and immortal spirits came out and looked at the young Taoist and said respectfully.
The young man seemed ordinary, just like ordinary people. On the other hand, the two old Taoist priests were unfathomable, at least they were in the semi-saint realm.
But the two of them were extremely respectful to the young Taoist.
"But...but it's too dangerous at the foot of the mountain. I'm not strong enough...I'm afraid!" the young Taoist said with aggrieved face.
The two old Taoist priests looked at each other speechlessly. The half-sage, who was only eighteen years old, had killed all the natural disasters and weird things in the thousands of miles of mountains and the weird things that the world avoided at the age of fifteen. No one was left alive. Tell us. If you are not strong enough and you are afraid, it is those people in the world who should be afraid.
"Uncle Master, please feel safe. Except for the saint, no one under the mountain can be your opponent." Qingfeng Lao Dao said.
"Oh, but, can you not go to Donghua Mountain?" the young Taoist still hesitated.
"Why?" Old Taoist Mingyue asked.
"Because...because there are so many people." The young man said, "And...and I don't want to grab the Dihuang Bell. I'm afraid they will beat me."
"Uncle Master, you don't have to be afraid. You just need to remember that under the saint, you don't have to be afraid of anyone." Mingyue Laodao said helplessly: "None of them are your opponents."
"But... senior brother often says that there are people outside the world, and you can't underestimate the heroes of the world." The young Taoist muttered: "I'm still far away."
"How about I practice for a few more years. I estimate that in two or three years, I will be able to break through to the Holy Saint. It won't be too late for me to come down from the mountain by then. What do you think?" Qingfeng and Mingyue looked at each other again and looked at each other. Both were speechless.
"If you don't say anything, then it's settled." Upon seeing this, the young Taoist said excitedly: "Niu'er, let's go back."
"Ouch..." But just as the young Taoist turned around, a finger suddenly appeared in the air and hit him on the forehead. The young Taoist screamed in pain and said aggrievedly: "Brother, what are you doing?"
"Why, what do you think?" An old and compassionate voice came from the air.
"Brother, why do you have to ask me to go to Donghua Mountain? I don't want to steal the Emperor Bell." The young Taoist said.
"The Earth Emperor Bell depends on fate. If you can get it, you can get it. It doesn't matter if you can't get it." The old voice said: "But Donghua Mountain, you have to go."
"When you go to Donghua Mountain, you don't have to worry about anything else. You must give me a good beating for that crazy king."
"Ah... why?" the young Taoist asked puzzledly.
"Why? Of course it's because he is even crazier than I was back then. I was the most crazy man in the world back then. That kid actually wants to climb on top of me. I can't stand it, but I can't stand it." The old voice snorted coldly. , said confidently: "Go and give him a good beating, vent your anger for me, and tell him what it means to be mad is a disaster!"
"If you want to vent your anger, why don't you go by yourself?" the young Taoist said.
"Shall I go? If I go, I will bully the weak. I can't afford to lose that person." The old man said matter-of-factly.
"But..." The young Taoist wanted to say something, but he heard an old voice yelling: "But you're a piece of shit. Just go if you are told. If you keep talking, be careful and I'll beat you up."
"Get out of here..."
"Then...Okay!" The young Taoist said helplessly: "I'm only responsible for beating people. I don't want the Earth Emperor Bell."
"I don't care about the rest, just give him a good beating." The old voice said: "Remember, give me a good beating, preferably until his mother doesn't even recognize him."
"That's why Mad Lord, my parents are already dead." The young Taoist corrected him.
"Dong!" As soon as the young man finished speaking, he was hit on the forehead by another finger: "I don't know, please remind me, this is a metaphor, do you understand the metaphor?"
"I understand... I understand." The young Taoist covered his forehead and said bitterly, "This girl is really in pain."
"Get out of here if you understand." The old voice said.
"Oh, senior brother, take care. Take care of Qingfeng Mingyue." The young Taoist rubbed his forehead and patted the black cow under him: "Niu'er, let's go." The black cow called out and turned around to go down the mountain.
Every time Hei Niu takes a step, the aura on the young Taoist's body becomes more powerful, and his realm rises. After seven steps, the young Taoist is already a semi-saint, and white clouds appear under Black Niu's feet and fly away.
Seven steps and seven realms are half holy, riding on the wind and stepping on the clouds between heaven and earth. ...In a bottomless abyss, demonic energy is billowing, fireworks are steaming, and countless demons and monsters are transformed, just like a demonic kingdom.
In the center of this demon kingdom, a naked man with a bald head sat cross-legged. The man was a hundred feet tall and as big as a mountain.
But at this time, the man seemed to have died long ago. Under the burning of the demonic flames and the erosion of the demonic energy, the man's body was scorched black and without any vitality.
"Boom..."
"Dong...dong..." Suddenly, there seemed to be a drum sound in the abyss, majestic and violent. Slowly, the sound of the drums became faster and louder, as if gods were beating the drums, shaking the world.
The demonic winds were dispersed by the drums; the demon flames and smoke were extinguished by the drums; the demons and ghosts were killed by the drums; for a time, the abyss only heard the fierce drums, and all things ceased to exist.
I don’t know how long it took, but when the drum beat slowly slowed down, the entire abyss was no longer filled with any demonic energy, fireworks, demons or ghosts, only darkness remained.
However, at this moment, in the dark abyss, a bright light suddenly appeared, like the sun rising and the moon rising, illuminating the entire abyss, like a bright universe.
However, when the light dimmed slightly, I realized that it was not a bright sun or a bright moon, but a pair of eyes.
The eyes of that charred corpse. At some point, the charred corpse sitting cross-legged opened its eyes.
Not only that, a drum-like sound came from his chest, which was a beating heart. Therefore, the previous sound was not the sound of drums, but the sound of heartbeat, the beating sound of the heart of the charred corpse.
And with the pounding heartbeat, the charred flesh and blood around the scorched corpse continued to fall, revealing the flesh and blood as white as jade, transparent and flawless.
When all the scorched blackness faded away, the man's energy and blood had filled the entire abyss, like a blazing sun.
The next moment, the man's legs slightly bent, and with a roar, his whole body rose into the sky.
"Donghua Mountain... Mad Lord... Zhan is here..."
