The young cicada monkey was asleep, making slight crackling sounds from time to time deep in its body, waiting quietly for a day to break out of its shell. The fox-headed monkey was bored, taking advantage of the warm sunshine, squinting his eyes and dozing off, his head moving one by one. Shen, the years are quiet and peaceful, and it is rare to have leisure. I don't know how long it took, but the mountain wind blew a strange smell. The fox's nose flaring, he slowly opened his eyes, twisted his head and neck to stretch his muscles, and stood up, looking towards the depths of the clouds and mist, towards the vast mountains, and across the distance. After waiting for a long time, the long-lost guest finally arrived.
Is it blood food delivered to your doorstep, or is it a moral defender who slays demons? Foxhead Qiu was a little worried. Without the big appetite of the young cicada monkey, he could only tear off an arm and roast a leg to get a little taste. Although the excess blood food can be frozen in the ice and snow, the loss of essence is inevitable, and it will never be as fresh. Hot comes at a good time.
He looked up at the sky. The sun had just passed noon, and there were still several hours before nightfall. Unable to delay his daily homework, Foxhead Qiu sniffed the mountain wind, stretched out his long legs, and rushed down the mountain with meteoric strides. . Zhutian Peak towers into the clouds, and the fox-headed mound is as light as a swallow. It bounces on the cliffs like flying. In no time, it reaches the middle of the mountain. Looking up, it only sees a half-yin and half-yang mountain in the back. On the rock, like an eagle's beak poking into a deep valley, there are three people making a fire and making tea, leisurely and leisurely, while the smoke of fireworks is endless and disappears with the wind.
The fox-headed Qiu's eyes gathered star power, and a pair of pupils turned silver-white, and his eyebrows raised unconsciously. It turned out that the one who returned to Zhutian Peak this time was Tian Sizhong, who had made an oath to each other to hunt the big demon together. They met by chance that day, but they didn't ask anything. After a little inquiry, they found out that Tian Sizhong was the eldest son of the Faxiang Sect of Immortal City, and that the Faxiang Sect of the Styx River was ever-changing, and he had some magical powers. The person he was drinking with was a fat Taoist man, honest and honest, with a pleasant smile. Judging from Tian Sizhong's behavior, he thought highly of him, so he must have a good background. As for the little maid serving tea and water, her aura was weak and her cultivation was shallow, so she couldn't catch his eye at all.
Hushou Qiu recognized Tian Sizhong, but he hesitated in his heart. He had made a ten-year agreement and swore an oath not to harm each other. Before the deadline passed, it was better not to take the initiative to break the oath. As for the fat Taoist, he was not so If you are too worried, if you don't know how to advance or retreat, you might as well give him a taste of the pain.
While he was thinking about it, the fat Taoist seemed to be aware of it. He turned his head and glanced at the hiding place of Fox Head Hill, grinned, and raised his tea cup to signal. Hushou Qiu sneered, secretly surprised. He was at a disadvantage. He only glanced a few times from a distance before he was noticed by the other party. The fat Taoist should not be underestimated. He was afraid that he might have a rare treasure, so he could warn him in time. Since his whereabouts had been spied, he did not hide it, flew down and landed on Yingzui Rock, frowned coldly, and shouted to the two of them: "You have come all the way, Baba climbed to Zhutian Peak, Mingren You’re not saying anything secret, but you’re here to target a certain family?”
Tian Sizhong was taken aback and blurted out: "It turns out to be you!" He failed to show up and disappeared. He originally thought that the great demon of the Fox clan, whose pseudonym was "Qiu Shou", had encountered something unexpected, and couldn't get away for a while. Unexpectedly, he appeared. At Zhutian Peak, the Qi movement was so changed that it was almost unrecognizable!
Tao Jinchan was greatly surprised. He looked at Hushouqiu and Tian Sizhong, rubbed his thick hands and said with a smile: "It turns out that the two of you are old acquaintances. We are destined to meet each other. Why don't you sit down and drink a cup of hot tea together? What a crazy weather. , The sun is clearly shining, but it’s so cold and cold, come on, come on, have a cup of tea to warm yourself up, I’m not boasting, I can’t even drink this tea!”
There is a saying that "punch does not hit the smiling face". Fox Shouqiu took advantage of the situation and fell to the ground. He said "Naohuo" and sat down horizontally. Tian Sizhong coughed and introduced the two of them with vague words. Qu Lian took the time to serve tea soup. Fox-headed Qiu Niu chewed peonies and swallowed them with a "gul-dong" sound. He smacked his lips but couldn't taste the taste, just to quench his thirst.
Tian Si had doubts in his heart, fearing that he was deceived by others because of his limited skills. He glanced at Tao Jinchan subconsciously and saw him shaking his head slightly. He felt a little calmer. It seemed that Qiu Shou was not a great demon who practiced the secret art of blood and was not the murderer of monks. If there is someone else, maybe Qiu Shou is here for this reason. He laughed a few times and asked about Qiu Shou's reason for coming. Hushou Qiu lied and said that he had lived in Zhutian Peak for a year and a half, and he was not a new arrival, so he was not a half-master.
Tian Sizhong felt vaguely uneasy, and asked him if he knew that the monks from Jiuzhe Valley had come to Zhutian Peak, and the news was cut off. He had seen neither the living nor the dead. Hushou Qiu bluntly said that he knew the whereabouts of those people, not only the monks from Jiuzhe Valley, but also the monks from Jiuzhe Valley. There are also many great demons who mistakenly entered Zhutian Peak and never returned, leaving no trace of their corpses.
I don't know if it was because the sky turned gloomy and the mountain wind blew up. Tian Sizhong felt a little cold all over his body. He was silent for a moment and said solemnly: "I wonder where they went?"
Fox-headed Qiu grinned, showing a mouth full of fangs, and said with a smile: "I killed each one of them. The corpses were fed to the young cicada monkeys. They are asleep now. When they break out of the shell, we will know what kind of monster they are. Let you two open your eyes!"
Tian Sizhong could hardly believe his ears. Humans and monsters were not at odds with each other. They only wanted to kill the monks in Jiuzhe Valley. How could they not let go of their clan members as well? Why do young cicada monkeys need to be fed by monks from the human-monster clan? His expression was a little stiff. Although he knew that Qiu Shou was bound by the Taoist oath and would not take the initiative to attack him, what was his intention in acting so unscrupulously?
Tao Jinchan looked at his appearance and knew that he was not exaggerating. He asked curiously: "I heard that it is taboo for monsters to kill each other. Why did fellow Taoist people take such a trick and kill innocent people indiscriminately?"
Fox Shouqiu asked back: "If people eat cattle and sheep, what's wrong with the cattle and sheep? The people killed by a certain family are not members of the tribe, not my kind, their hearts must be different, how can it be considered killing each other?"
These words were not entirely arrogant. Tao Jinchan shook his head and refused to refute, and said: "The young cicada monkey likes to eat the monks of the two tribes. I think it is a very dangerous thing. When I was young, my fellow Taoist was still able to suppress it. When the insects shed their shells and become adults, they become ferocious and unstoppable, so why bother raising tigers?"
Fox-headed Qiu said: "Human monks raise spiritual pets to help them. Isn't the more fierce the better? Whether they can be subdued depends on their methods. How can we worry about not being able to control them and starve them to death in advance! We pursue the great road and go against heaven. If you insist on going your own way and kill the Buddha when you meet him, you will kill your father when you meet your father. If you look forward and backward, and are afraid of the head and the tail, what kind of path do you want to pursue or what kind of immortality do you want to cultivate?"
Tao Jinchan shook his head and said more than a few words without speculation. Although he did not agree with what the other party did, one sentence hit the point. Anyone who pursues the road must "go his own way." There are three thousand avenues, each with its own end. There is no distinction between right and wrong. Qiu Shou only follows his own path. There is harmony between heaven and earth, and even the anger of heaven and man, there will be great power to accept him. Otherwise, he will go all the way. To the end, the way he walks is one of the great roads.
In the final analysis, the battle between Dao and Nian is fought out.
Seeing that the three of them were relatively speechless and the atmosphere was very awkward, Qu Lian silently put away the tea set and stepped aside. Tao Jinchan couldn't help but laugh when he saw this. He stretched out his stubby finger and pointed at her, saying helplessly: "Are you afraid?" You broke the cup and don’t have any tea?”
Qu Lian nodded and said: "The monk who claimed to have killed Jiuzhe Valley is the enemy of Immortal City. The Taoist Master should capture him and hand him over to Huashan Zongtu Master. During the fight, if the tea set is destroyed, Isn’t it a pity?”
Tao Jinchan burst out laughing when he heard this. Qiu Shou had great supernatural powers and was ruthless. Was Qu Lian trying to persuade him or harm him?
