Jiangzhou Prefecture, Jiangling County.
The rain was getting heavier, and the old temple eaves and roof were crumbling. The few remaining wooden boards made an overwhelming sound from time to time, as if they would collapse at any time in the heavy rain.
"heavy rain!"
With a creak, the rotten wooden door panel was pushed open forcefully, and the biting cold wind swept in along with the violent rain, almost extinguishing the fire under the Buddha statue in the temple.
Sitting cross-legged next to the fire was a young beggar in ragged clothes. He was no more than ten years old, but his expression was mature and calm befitting his age. When he saw someone coming in, he just frowned, and then reached out for something. He picked up a piece of firewood and put it into the bonfire in front of him.
The person who pushed the door in was a weak monster with a majestic bull's head. He was dressed in tattered armor. He closed the wooden temple door behind him hard and sat down next to the beggar. He said with lingering fear: "It's okay. I found a shelter from the rain, otherwise I would have died miserably under such a terrible celestial phenomenon."
Although the so-called "temple door" was just a broken wooden board, it could slightly block the violent storm outside. As the little beggar kept putting firewood into the fire, the inside of the narrow temple gradually became warmer.
The Great Tang Shang Dynasty spanned a small half of the southern continent, and controlled countless living beings. Whether they were gods, demons, Buddhas, saints, ghosts, or monsters, they all had to abide by the regulations of the Great Tang Shang Dynasty.
This little bull-headed demon is obviously the most humble coolie monster. Such a terrifying celestial rain is coming. If it cannot find a place to hide from the rain within a short period of time, it is very likely to be directly immersed by the body ghost in the celestial phenomenon. Death by spirit.
I don't know how much time passed, but while the bull-headed monster was warming up the bonfire, it brought the huge bull's head over and said with a naive smile: "Little brother, do you have food here? Old cow, I haven't filled my stomach for three days."
The fluctuations of the demonic power above its soul are extremely weak, at most equivalent to the state of returning to true form and gathering energy of ordinary creatures. Judging from the appearance of this monster, its body is obviously an ordinary beast. If it were not for the chance to ignite the inner fire, this monster would Even cultivating to the state of semi-transformation is a luxury.
The little beggar glanced sideways at the bull-headed monster and said angrily: "I didn't throw you out. I let you shelter here from the wind and rain. That's good. How dare you ask for food from me, you bastard?"
The bull-headed monster showed a bitter look on its face, lowered its voice, and said dullly: "Little brother, just take pity on me. My old cow can't do anything else. At least I have a lot of strength. When the wind and rain here stop, I will How about repairing this temple for you?”
The little beggar leaned lazily under the stone platform of the Buddha statue, squinting at the bull-headed monster, playing with an ordinary wooden talisman in his hand, and said: "If you continue to be entangled, I will report it to the county magistrate. By then..."
When the bull-headed monster saw the wooden talisman, it seemed as if it was facing a formidable enemy. It directly pushed the golden mountain and fell the jade pillar and knelt down, with a look of fear on its face: "Little brother, wait a minute! Old cow, I would rather starve to death than I won’t bother you anymore!”
The territory of the Great Tang Dynasty was too vast, and there were countless creatures of all races living in it. As long as you were in the territory of the Great Tang Dynasty, you could go to the state capital to get this kind of wooden talisman.
Once this wooden talisman is activated, the soldiers from the county where you are located will arrive here within a few breaths. If they notice something that violates the regulations of the Tang Dynasty, these extremely powerful soldiers have the right to kill them on the spot. Behead.
The little beggar had no cultivation base at all, but he was not afraid of the half-transformed bull-headed monster at all. It was precisely because of the presence of Jiangling Mansion soldiers in the county.
That night.
The downpour became more and more violent, with no signs of stopping. The crumbling temple made a heart-shaking "squeaking" sound from time to time, and it seemed that it would truly collapse at any time.
By this time, there were even water stains on three walls. The dilapidated temple door was already full of rainwater, and the bone-chilling wind made a shrill scream, scrambling to pass through the wide cracks in the door. , wantonly harvesting the little warmth left in the temple.
There were only a few pieces of firewood left under the Buddha statue. The little beggar sneezed, obviously suffering from the cold. He wrapped himself in the ragged cloth and looked at the dusty stone platform of the Buddha statue.
The little beggar stretched out his somewhat dirty arm, groped for a moment in a corner of the stone platform with less dust, and took out a small handful of dry and hard spiritual grain.
He turned his head to look at the sleeping bull-headed monster beside him, and laughed at himself: "You stupid bull, can't you see that I am a beggar in despair? These few spiritual grains are my last ration."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the blood-stained arm of the bull-headed monster. He stopped talking, with a complex look on his face. He stretched out his leg and kicked the bull-headed monster hard: "Don't do that. Go to sleep again!”
The bull-headed monster woke up in a daze, mumbling incoherently: "Little brother, have you eaten?"
A monster like him that was cultivated from beasts could not find blood food at all in the Tang Dynasty. Suppressed by the fate of the Tang Dynasty, it was extremely difficult to even absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to practice. Although he had the cultivation level of the semi-transformed state, he It is still necessary to fill the stomach with spiritual grains and spiritual grass, otherwise its original demonic power will become weaker and weaker, and eventually it will lose its mind and turn into a beast.
The little beggar threw two dry and hard pieces of spirit grain and coldly snorted: "Eat it quickly."
The bull-headed monster smelled the fragrance of spirit grains between its mouth and nose, and immediately woke up from its nap. It opened its eyes like copper bells, grabbed the two spirit grains in its hands, and hurriedly moved them into its mouth. Fill it out.
"Little brother, is there anything else?"
With a "gumble" sound, the bull-headed monster chewed up the two spirit grains and swallowed them, looking eagerly at the little beggar.
After seeing the few remaining spirit grains in the little beggar's hand, the bull-headed monster was startled for a moment, with a somewhat dull expression on his face, and said, "It turns out you haven't eaten either..."
The little beggar casually put a piece of spirit grain into his mouth, chewed it, and said, "In my opinion, this heavy rain will last for at least dozens of days. These few designated pieces of spirit grain are not enough. Why don't I fill your stomach, and you can more or less relieve your boredom with me."
Hearing this, the bull-headed monster's face became extremely ugly, and he murmured: "Why does this heavy rain last for so long! So, aren't you and I certain to die!?"
The little beggar snorted, stopped talking, leaned under the stone platform of the Buddha statue, and slowly closed his eyes.
The bull-headed monster stood up anxiously. When he saw the extinguishing fire, he couldn't help but feel even more impatient.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the shabby Buddha statue above the little beggar's head, and he couldn't help but said in a low voice: "Little brother, what kind of Buddha statue is this?"
