Demon-killing Enlightenment

"Bao Shazi, who lives in a temple, calls out to the witch every day."

"Bao Shazi, who lives in a temple, calls out to the witch every day."

"Fool Bao..."

A group of children were chasing after a slightly taller boy, shouting nursery rhymes that were not nursery rhymes, weaving between the crowd and the street. The boy was running ahead on his own.

"Oh, it's good to have Shazi Bao. The children don't have to worry about him. They just follow him around every day. When the time comes, we can go to the City God Temple to look for him."

A woman at a pork stall openly chopped the meat with a knife on the chopping board while watching a group of children run by, muttering to herself.

"Oh, mother, don't say that to him. He calls him a fool every day. Didn't the clan leader say to call him Bao Shouyi? He himself keeps repeating Bao Shouyi."

A girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old walked out of the house to the chopping board and put the cut meat into the basket while talking.

"Hmph, what's the point of being famous? You're still a fool. After three years, you can only say that one sentence. You can't even tell me where you live or who your parents are." The woman cutting the meat ignored her daughter's attitude and muttered while cutting the meat.

The children chased the boy around and around in the streets. The boy was disheveled and ragged, but he did not resist. He just covered his face with one hand and held the other hand in front of his chest while running forward at a neither fast nor slow.

Just like what the woman who cut the meat said, the adults were very confident that the children would follow him.

At first, some people were worried that this guy was a human trafficker, and they made a fuss every day to drive him away, but later people found that this fool never left the city.

Moreover, the children who followed him would never get lost, and would sleep soundly in the City God Temple at sunset.

In fact, careful people can find that the route the children follow him running does not affect the adults doing business at all.

You won't even bump into the random clutter on the street.

The boy was chased in silence, covering his face with his hands and lowering his head without looking at the road ahead, but he never bumped into anything.

Occasionally I would dodge sideways because the children behind me would throw sharp objects at me without knowing the severity of the incident.

The boy led the group of children and ran from east to west, from south to north, tirelessly.

It was as if he was also living in this border town in his own way.

In the evening, the boy led a group of children back to the City God Temple.

The children saw that this fool no longer ran or hid, and soon lost interest in the boy and went to sleep in a corner with some hay.

After entering the City God Temple, the young man was a little dazed at first. He stared blankly at his surroundings. There was no life in his eyes, which looked so empty and a little scary.

Not long after, the adults skillfully came and took their children away.

When I left, I could still hear the adults scolding the children for sleeping on the floor.

Not long after they left, it was completely dark. It was pitch dark in the City God Temple.

The young man groped in the dark, grabbed the offerings from the temple's altar and mechanically stuffed them into his mouth. His expression did not change at all, and it was unclear whether the offerings were delicious or not.

After eating the offerings, the young man climbed onto the altar with familiarity, preparing to step on the altar to the platform of the City God's statue to sleep.

Suddenly, two consecutive sounds of "bang" and "bang" rang out in this dead silent temple, and then the surroundings returned to silence again.

It turned out that the statue of the City God had fallen into disrepair and his crown fell off, hitting the boy on the head.

The first bang was the sound of the crown hitting the head, and the second bang was the sound of the boy falling down.

After the boy's body was hit, he fell straight into the arms of the City God, looking as miserable as possible.

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The air in Chenghuang Temple is particularly fresh in the morning. The temple is sparsely populated and the sounds of birds can be heard from time to time in this somewhat dilapidated temple.

"Huh~" The boy who was hit woke up. He let out a long sigh, but before he could figure out what was going on, he felt a terrible pain on his head.

When I touched my head, I found a big bump. It was somewhat elastic when I pressed it gently, but it was followed by a piercing pain.

The young man endured the pain and raised his head to take a look at the surroundings. It was a temple and he was lying in the arms of a statue.

Climbing up with difficulty, the boy half-leaned against the statue, rubbing his head and thinking.

The only thing he had in his mind was a little memory of last night, being chased by children and eating offerings.

"Who am I?" the boy asked himself.

The boy looked at the crown of the statue that had fallen beside him, and then touched his aching head.

"I was hit and lost my memory"? The boy was speechless.

"Why would I climb this statue?"

"What am I doing in this ruined temple?"

"Where is this?" "Who am I?" A series of questions blocked the boy's mind.

Looking at his tattered clothes and his scarred body, the boy's mood fell to the bottom. Only the silence of the temple answered him.

"Never mind, let me take care of the wound on my head first." After being frustrated for a while, the young man stood up with difficulty and tried to climb down the platform where the statue was placed.

Suddenly, the boy’s eyes went dark and he fell straight off the platform. His body just missed the altar and fell headfirst onto the ground of the City God Temple.

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"Shouyi, Shouyi, wake up, wake up." A gentle female voice came into the boy's ears.

The boy tried hard to open his eyes and saw the woman holding him in her arms.

The woman was young, had an ordinary look, and was dressed like an ordinary farm girl. She was staring at him anxiously.

"Oh, you're awake. I was scared to death. This big bump on your head is really scary." The girl's expression turned from sadness to joy and she said in surprise.

The young boy was very panicked when he saw himself lying in the girl's arms. He quickly covered his head and sat up with a grimace.

Looking at himself sitting on the ground, the boy realized that he had fallen from the platform and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

I touched my head and found that the bump on the top of my head had become bigger, and there was also a big bump on my forehead, and the two big bumps were connected together.

It feels very strange when you touch it with your hand, as if it has two horns, one big and one small.

The girl touched the boy's head with concern, and blew gently on the big bump on the boy's head, hoping to relieve the boy's pain in this way.

"Who are you?" the boy asked

"I'm Yang Jiao, oh! Shouyi, you can speak now." The girl who called herself Yang Jiao was obviously very surprised that the boy could actually have a normal conversation.

"Ah? Was I a mute before?" The boy was obviously shocked by Yang Jiao's words. He thought that being hit and falling had cured his inability to speak.

"No, no, you were not a mute before, you were a fool."