In Miaojiang, deep in a mountain covered with white snow, there is a small village with less than fifty households.
The season of heavy snowfall should have been a time for rest, but these fifty families, more than two hundred people, men, women, old and young, were all out in the mountains.
Each person carries a bamboo basket on his back and wears a raincoat, and travels through the deep mountains and old forests, looking for all kinds of poisonous insects and poisonous weeds in the vast snow, not letting go of any poisonous ones, especially snakes, toads, and centipedes. The traditional five poisons are scorpion, spider and scorpion.
In a mountain col, a child who was only 5 years old, his face flushed by the wind and snow, was digging hard into a cave as big as a bowl. Suddenly, the things in the cave seemed to be awakened, like A bolt of red lightning shot out, and he opened his mouth and bit the boy's hand.
"Ah...Abba..."
The boy screamed and fell to the ground in an instant. When a big man ran over in a hurry, he still saw the triangular snake with a head, a body as white as snow, and a red line on its back. The big snake bit the boy tightly, and he immediately stepped back in fright. Fell down on the snow.
"Blood-refined white snake...Blood-refined white snake..."
"Son... son..."
As the big man murmured for a while, he suddenly woke up. One of the most poisonous poisons in this mountain was biting his son. He felt cruel and waved the hoe in his hand to hit the blood-refined white snake. As if remembering something more terrifying, the hoe suddenly stopped mid-swing.
"Why!"
The big man sighed with hatred, took off his coir raincoat, and suddenly covered it with the blood-refined white snake. He then held the long snake-catching pincers in his hand and prepared for it. However, he saw that the coir raincoat was suddenly lifted up, and a bloody lightning flashed from the coir raincoat. He jumped out and rushed towards the big man.
I don't know if it was due to his eagerness for revenge or fear, but at this moment, the big man's hand was like lightning, and he used snake pliers to catch the blood-refined white snake in the air in an instant.
"Huhu..."
It wasn't until this moment that the big man woke up. He quickly gathered his last strength and stuffed the still struggling blood-refined white snake into the bamboo basket wrapped in a raincoat behind him. Then he collapsed on the snow, his whole body already wet. A layer of cold sweat.
"Son...my son..."
Sitting on the snow, the big man looked at the boy in front of him who was already purple and lifeless. He couldn't help but cry. He kept beating the ground with his hands, sending the white snow flying.
Not long after, dozens of people came over one after another. Seeing that the boy was dead, they couldn't bear to look at him, sighed silently, and finally dug a hole on the spot and buried the boy.
After being bitten by the blood-refined white snake, the child's body can no longer be touched. A small amount of it can poison people. The burial place will last for three years when spring begins, and the surrounding area will be regenerated within tens of meters. , it can be seen how violent the poison of the blood-refined white snake is.
When the last touch of loess completely covered the child, the big man's eyes showed a fierce look, he picked up the hoe and ran towards the village. The villagers nearby quickly followed.
Half an hour later, the big man who arrived at the village went straight to a wooden house in the innermost part of the village, smashed the bamboo basket behind him on the closed wooden door, and shouted: "Old monster, give back my son's life!"
"Give back my son's life...Give back my son's life..."
"..."
The roars finally made the wooden door move. The wooden door slowly opened with the creaking sound of grinding teeth. A figure wearing black clothes with some rickets looked at the bamboo basket on the ground and raised it. He looked at the big man with his eyes and said in a cold and ruthless voice: "I hope you can bring back the blood to refine the white snake, so I will spare your life."
Immediately, I saw this man, and slapped the big man on the chest with his palm. The big man was like a kite with a broken string, and was directly blown away from the village. A group of villagers who rushed back quickly stepped forward to help the big man up. After the big man spurted out several mouthfuls of blood, he tilted his head and passed out.
The villagers looked at the big man and then looked at the direction of the village. Their hearts could not help but tremble...
About five years ago, ever since the old man and the young man in the wooden house came to their Rainbow Village, the entire Rainbow Village has been in dire straits. Every day and night, they are constantly catching all kinds of poisons and picking all kinds of poisonous weeds. Occasionally, there are One or two days of rest was also because some villagers were poisoned to death by various poisonous insects.
The entire Rainbow Village originally had a population of more than 500 people, but now the number is less than half. However, even so, after a few days of grief, they continued to enter the mountains to look for poisonous insects and poisonous weeds...
The villagers resisted, but it was of no use. Even the leader of the village who knew some voodoo skills was slapped to death by the old man, let alone ordinary villagers like them.
It's not like they didn't think about taking the opportunity to escape up the mountain, but no matter how they ran or where they ran, they would be discovered by the old man. The only end was death. At least half of the dead villagers were killed by the old man. .
Under such circumstances, the villagers in Rainbow Village did not even dare to get angry. They could only obey the old man's orders every day and night, go up the mountain to catch poisonous insects and pick poisonous weeds...
The only thing that gave the villagers some peace of mind was that as long as they obeyed the orders well, the old man and the young man would not kill innocent people indiscriminately. Occasionally, if someone was infected with toxins, as long as they survived, the two would treat them and remove the poison from the body. .
It can only be said that the child was unlucky. If he hadn't been bitten by the blood-refined white snake, even if the poison was quite serious, as long as he still had breath, he wouldn't have been buried in the deep mountains and old forests.
In the wooden house, the old man took off his black clothes and changed into a gray robe. After putting the bamboo basket aside, he quietly looked at a young man kneeling in front of him.
This man is not very old, he looks to be less than 20 years old, but the left half of his face is covered with poisonous sores. Even if he has the regeneration ability in his body obtained by cultivating countless poisonous insects and poisonous weeds, he cannot get rid of the poisonous sores. .
"Did you know that you almost ruined the important matter of becoming a teacher..." The old man said slowly as he picked up a cup of tea on the table and took a sip.
"I know I was wrong." On the face that was buried low, several large poisonous sores had burst due to the previous battle. Drops of green venom juice dripped on the wooden board, corroding the wooden board in just a moment. A small hole.
"That's all! I think you also have a filial piety and were bewitched by people from the Black Flame Blood Skeleton Organization. I'll spare you this time." With that said, the old man threw the bamboo basket in front of Ju Yuanming and said coldly. : "From today on, you are not allowed to step out of the Poison Cave. In three years' time, the ancient martial arts family will hold a martial arts conference that takes place every fifty years. I want you to defeat everyone by then."
"Master, apart from the Long family, with the little ability of the other eight ancient martial arts families, why do you have to be so worried?" Ju Yuanming was a little puzzled and asked bravely.
"If it's just those eight ancient martial arts families, there's no need to worry..."
As if remembering something from the past, the old man stood up and looked at the heavy snow outside the window. A light flashed in his eyes and he said in a cold voice: "The land of China will usher in a great change. Only those who survive will have the opportunity to enter that place." World, with such an opportunity, how could those guys not send their own successors!"
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In an unknown place deep in the Taklimakan Desert, an oasis that seems to be in a parallel space is vaguely located here.
In the oasis, there is a minimalist tree house on each of the two thick trees.
In front of a lake, there was a shirtless young man who looked about 18 years old. The muscles in his body were as strong as a horned dragon. He held a big knife in his forehand and performed the basic hacking and slashing movements over and over again. The sweat on his body was already there. The ground beneath his feet was soaked.
"Ying'er, come here and take a rest."
"Here we come, master."
I saw a middle-aged man wrapped in coarse linen clothes, holding a long blue sword in his hand, handing it to the sweating blue eagle, and said with emotion: "Ying'er, this sword is called Canghai, now My master passed it on to you."
"Master!"
With an exclamation, Blue Eagle raised his somewhat rough face and looked at his master in shock... The master passed down the Canghai Sword to him, which meant that it was the time when their master and apprentice parted ways.
"There are still three years until the martial arts conference held by the ancient martial arts family every fifty years. I hope you can become famous at the martial arts conference!"
The middle-aged man patted Blue Eagle on the shoulder, then turned and walked towards his wooden house, saying: "Go, in the past three years, I have asked you to walk to Kyoto step by step and participate in that conference. This is your last practice."
"Master!"
He bowed his head and kowtowed three times, and wrapped himself in a coarse linen garment in the wind. The blue eagle strode out of the oasis, carrying the sea, and a huge goshawk with a wingspan of several feet, let out a loud and high-pitched cry. After chirping, it hovered over him and followed him all the way.
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Amitabha!
On a hilltop near Dabie Mountain, the door of a slightly dilapidated temple slowly opened. A young novice monk wearing light blue monk robes, holding a string of rosary beads and carrying a package bowed deeply towards the temple. After bowing, he said the Buddha's name and walked all the way down the mountain.
In the package of the little novice monk, a little golden tiger poked out its little head after a slight struggle. It seemed to have been bored for a long time. After taking a long breath, a pair of curious and bright tiger eyes appeared. Looking around.
"Amitabha!"
"Let me take the blame for Hui Xin's sins!"
In the Discipline Hall inside the temple, an old monk was naked. As the Buddha's trumpet sounded, he hit his back with the thorn and vine whip in his hand.
Buddhism is a cultivator with a pure heart and few desires. However, changes are about to occur in the mainland of China. Even Buddhism has to fight for a trace of luck. The little monk Huixin is the disciple he brought up with his own hands. He shouldered all the consequences of force and cause.
"Master, Huixin will not let you down."
Walking on the rugged mountain road, the little monk Huixin seemed to be able to hear the sound of the whip being beaten on his body by his master. Two golden 'swastikas' suddenly appeared in his delicate and clear eyes.
