He was going to lurk in another of their lairs.
Immortal Village.
When he was born in the Immortal Village, the powerful aura of the Hundred Demon King frightened the demons, and they all fled out of the forest before they could figure out what was going on.
So, in the eighth year of Song Yuanfeng's reign, Yun Kong was born.
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Bit by bit, Yunkong spent several nights talking: "This is the story you don't know." The air after the rain was very cool, and Yunkong drank with Hongye in the stilt hut. Drinking lemongrass tea.
"I'm sorry..." Hongye wiped her tears, "I hurt you, I didn't know it at the time, I forgot..."
"We all know whose fault it is," Yun Kong gently wiped away her tears, "and he has learned the lesson he deserves."
Hongye leaned against him: "What should I do? My body still can't die."
"It doesn't matter, I'm fine now, even better than before." Yun Kong gently held Hongye in his arms, "I'm sorry, but I have to trouble you to stay with me until I grow old."
This moment was hard-won and it took him several reincarnations to get it.
Yun Kong was tired and gently closed his eyes.
Hongye held his hand tightly and whispered: "Please live your life to the fullest."
After Yunkong fell asleep, Hongye pulled up the mosquito net for him and swung a few flying needles to pin the mosquitoes that slipped into the mosquito net.
She left a light and walked alone outside the hut, stepped down the wooden ladder, and walked to their vegetable garden, where the white cattails were waiting for her.
"Brother Bai," she asked Bai Pu seriously, "did you hear the story Yun Kong told you?"
Bai Pu's eyes looked at the red leaves, but there was no focus, and he just nodded lonely.
"Why did Wu Sheng do this to me? Did you know about it?" Hongye asked Bai Pu forcefully.
"You and Yunkong..." Bai Pu sighed: "Two thousand years ago, when he was Chi You, you were already married, and both of you were important wizards in the clan."
Hongye thought blankly: "He and I are husband and wife..." She was not sure at first.
"And we have been husband and wife all our lives," Bai Pu said tiredly. "Chi You was killed at the age of forty-three, and you were tortured to death by bear men earlier. Chi You couldn't bear your death. He loved you very much. , he loved you so much, he wanted revenge, so he massacred with grief and anger." Bai Pu poured out the secrets that had been hidden in his heart for two hundred years. His past guilt and intolerance towards Hong Ye were finally wiped away, "Very soon The strange thing is that Chi You died at the age of forty-three in every subsequent life."
"Didn't Master deliberately want us to kill him at the age of forty-three?"
"Because later he died at the age of forty-three. Master wanted to understand why? Why? Why not?" Bai Pu clenched his fists, "To put it bluntly, Master is a hateful immortal. I am very happy to finally get rid of him. ”
"Then Master captured me and became his disciple, is this part of his game?"
Bai Pu nodded: "He wants to see what would happen if Chi You's reincarnation was without you?"
"I used to rely on him so much and trust him completely," Hongye wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes: "Damn it."
"Why am I not?" Bai Pu said with a bitter smile, "He set himself on fire."
The two were silent for a long time before Hongye said, "Are you leaving? Brother Bai."
"I can drive Xiancha away, can you?"
"You once told me that you knew how to kill us." Hongye pulled him, "Can you tell me before you leave?"
Bai Pu lowered his head and remained silent.
"I don't want to leave him anymore, I want to go to reincarnation with him."
"I will be back, and I will bring something to you." Bai Pu said lonely.
He turned to look at the light of the oil lamp coming from the stilt house, and murmured: "Yunkong's lifespan is still very long, and you will have enough time to prepare."
It is said that when a person's destiny changes from decline to prosperity, or from prosperity to decline, although he himself is not aware of it, there are already various signs around him.
Hu Zangji felt this especially tonight.
I recall that when I was just a simple little fox, I lived a happy life in the nest with my parents and family. Unexpectedly, one day many hunters entered the mountains to kill foxes, and almost all of his family was killed.
After escaping, he was helpless and looked for food in the mountains, but there was no food at all.
When he was in despair, he lowered his head and came to a tree, lying on the ground dying.
Unexpectedly, a warm hand suddenly pressed on his head, then gently stroked him, smoothing the fine hair on his back that had withered from hunger.
He was suddenly startled! It's human! It's human smell!
He was very familiar with this smell. When people came up the mountain in huge numbers that day, the mountain was filled with this smell. He blamed himself for being so careless and was so hungry that he didn't even smell the humans so close!
It turned out that the man was sitting cross-legged under the tree, and the little fox happened to fall at his feet. The man caressed the little fox and said, "Poor beast, I hurt so many lives by asking for a fox fur as a birthday gift."
The little fox's heart trembled with fear, but he was unable to resist his fate.
Just listen to the man say again: "Who is pitiful? The one who is killed? Or the one who creates karma? Is it worth it to plant the seeds of hell just to give a gift, exchanging a small one for a big one?"
He gently pressed the palm of his hand on the little fox's head, and the little fox felt a warm current pouring into his head and flowing through his back. His whole body suddenly became energetic again, and he vaguely understood what this human being said.
He weakly raised his head, and under the illumination of the rising moon, he saw a pair of clear and kind eyes on the man's dark face.
"Come." The man picked him up carefully, and he felt strangely at ease. Logically speaking, he shouldn't feel at ease with humans.
There was a fresh feeling floating around the man. He carried the little fox to the open space illuminated by the moonlight and asked him, "Do you want to live?" Then the man knelt down and said, "Then just follow my example."
The man knelt down and worshiped the full moon. The moonlight cast silver flakes on the forest floor. The man knelt on the grass and looked like he was covered in silver robes. When he raised his arms high, the moonlight in the sky began to pour into the man's hands. When he opened his mouth towards the moon, streams of soft white light also flowed into his mouth.
Xiaohu looked up, but at that time he didn't understand what happened.
When he gradually grew up and learned the art of swallowing the moon with Taiyin, the man gave him a name: Hu Zangji.
Not only that, the man also helped him straighten his back at the critical moment and told him: "This is the key to transforming the human body and the key to breathing in the heavens." The change from four-legged to two-legged walking made it easier to breathe in and out. OK, it accelerated his path to a higher level.
Over the past three hundred years, Hu Zangji has swallowed the energy of the moon thousands of times. Whenever the moon is full, he will find an open space, worship the moon and absorb the pure yin energy.
As his spiritual practice deepened, he also had a premonition of seeking good fortune and avoiding evil. He could often avoid the murderous intentions of hunters and help other fairies avoid danger, so he became a fairy that other fairies respected very much.
It has been at least two hundred years since he moved to Hengshan. During this time, he married a wife and had children. He also established his own Hu clan and became the leader among the immortals in Hengshan. Together with the rat spirit clan and the toad spirit clan, he was also known as the "Three Families of Hengshan".
Their family lives a leisurely and carefree life in the mountains.
However, the master once warned him: "Fortune has its ups and downs, and everything in the world has its destiny. You see, even the emperor's cauldron will be melted into copper coins, and the nine-five-year-old will also die in the countryside, so it will decline." Always look for opportunities to prosper, and when you are prosperous, you should guard against signs of decline.”
He always kept the master's warning in mind. He hadn't seen the master for a long time. I wonder where he was practicing?
The master taught him that "you can tell when you see the slightest sign". This is a saying in the "Xici" of Yi Zhuan. It means that you can predict the signs when you see the smallest signs. This is also the meaning of giving him the Taoist name "Zangji".
So, is there any ominous sign hidden in tonight’s moon worship?
Moon worship has never gone smoothly in the past, but today there are obstacles everywhere.
First, the clouds covered the moon. His master had taught him a spell that could make the clouds break through the sky, so as to help absorb the essence of the lunar moon, but it didn't work tonight.
Next, the full moon finally appeared, but he felt that his energy and blood were stagnant and he could not absorb the moon essence. It was worse than when he first learned three hundred years ago, which made him feel very strange.
"This is something that has never happened before." Hu Zangji asked himself in confusion, wondering if other family members also encountered obstacles in worshiping the moon.
