After the big devil turned into a cat

The Huang family village is located in the east of Suning City, and the terrain is remote. The people here live by the water, farming and grazing, and their lives are considered happy.

But since three years ago, the people in the Huang family village have found that their farmland has become increasingly dry, and the harvested crops are not as abundant as in previous years.

At first, the people didn't take it seriously.It's just that more water has been diverted from the streams and rivers into the farmland, and the frequency of watering and irrigation has also increased, but this farmland is like a ten thousand hectare desert that cannot be irrigated, and it has not improved at all, and it is still getting more and more dry.

Not long ago, something even more bizarre happened.

After a heavy rain, the farmland in the village cracked into pieces overnight, and all the food grown on the farmland dried up and died.

The entire Huangjia Village was shrouded in panic, and everyone didn't know what to do for a while.

This matter alarmed all the elders in the village, and organized the people in the village to come to the ancestral hall to discuss together overnight.

Huang Yingzun, the oldest among them, expressed his doubts, "There is plenty of rain and the streams and rivers flow smoothly, how could the farmland become like this?

Could it be... Could it be that there are demons at work! "

As soon as he said this, all the people in the village shuddered.

"Old man Ying, what should we do then?" The people asked one after another.

Huang Ying stroked his gray beard and slammed the pear wood walking stick on the ground. He sighed and said, "Then raise money and go to the monks from Jingzhan Pavilion to have a look."

As soon as Huang Ying said this, everyone in the village had different expressions.

The man hiding in the corner spat and said in a rough voice, "What kind of money are you raising? Where did you get the money? I can't get rid of the pot at home, and I'm still cheating me to pay?"

He has short hair and a turban, and his dark complexion can't hide the pockmarks all over his face.

As soon as these words came out, some villagers immediately echoed and complained, they were nothing more than the words of some moneyless swindlers.

"Jute!" Huang Haishi, the head of Huangjia Village, shouted loudly. His face was ashen, and his hands were shaking when he pointed at Huang Mazi. "If it wasn't for you..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Huang Haishi stopped immediately, clenched his back molars, "Shut up!"

He then changed the subject, looked around at the people in the ancestral hall, and said fiercely: "Anyone who is unwilling to pay the money, just move out of the village!"

Huang Mazi opened his mouth and wanted to refute a few words.

But Huang Ying, who had been silent for a long time, knocked on the floor with his pear wood cane. Huang Ying bowed his waist. Although he was short in stature, he had a dignified face.

His voice was as hoarse as a broken gong, "I listen to Hai Shi, let's do this!" After speaking, he glanced at Jute, his eyes dim.

Huang Ying's prestige is high, even if there are still a few villagers who are not happy, but no one dare not listen to Huang Ying's words.

In this way, everyone raised money and sent a strong young man to Jingzhan Pavilion overnight.

Just when the people of Huangjia Village were waiting at the gate of the village every day, Yan You came here wearing a hood and holding a little black cat.

"Little brother, you are..."

Huang Er from Huangjia Village saw that Yan You had been standing at the gate of the village and hadn't left for a long time, so he stepped forward and asked.

Yan You cupped his hands and said, "Excuse me, is this the Huang Family Village? I am a monk sent by Jingzhan Pavilion."

Huang Er stared at the little black cat in Yan You's arms, his eyes full of hesitation, "Is this a cat in your arms?"

Looking down at the little black cat, Yan You blocked the cat with his palm, "This is my spiritual pet."

After he finished speaking, he took out the sheepskin scroll of the order from the Najie bracelet and handed it to Huang Er.

Huang Er took the scroll, his eyes became respectful, and he said politely to Yan You: "Little cultivator, please wait here for a while, I will go and tell our respected elders."

After finishing speaking, he quickly ran towards the village.

Yan You was alone at the gate of the village, he looked around.

The Huangjia Village might not be doing well at this time, but now it is the busy season of farming, but the whole village is sparsely populated, and every household is closed, which is a desolate and defeated scene.

Yan You exerted his internal strength again, and roughly checked the surrounding air, but he didn't feel the breath of the monster.

Just at this moment, a cry came, "Little monk, please save our Huangjia Village!"

I saw an old man with white hair and a pear-wood walking stick in his hand, stumbling towards Yan You anxiously.

The old man is Huang Ying, who is over eighty years old, hunched over, panting heavily, and sweating profusely on his forehead.Huang Er supported him by the side, so he didn't fall down.

"This little monk, please save us!"

Huang Ying's old voice was full of tears, and he grabbed Yan You's sleeves with a pair of cracked palms like pine bark.

"Old man, don't worry. I will do my best to explore." Yan You hurriedly leaned over to comfort Huang Ying.

Huang Er supported Huang Ying's arm, and gently patted Huang Ying's back with the other hand, "Master, let's take the monk to the ancestral hall to discuss."

"Yes, yes! Huang Er, lead the way quickly. Little brother monk, I will tell you in detail when we arrive at the Huang Family Ancestral Hall." Huang Ying tapped the ground with a pear wood walking stick, and waved his palm to let Huang Er lead the way.

At this time, the Huang Family Ancestral Hall had already gathered many people, all of whom were from the village.

Their faces were sallow, their bodies were thin, their eyes were full of worry, and they kept looking at the entrance of the ancestral hall with a hint of expectation.

There are also a few people praying to the ancestors in the ancestral hall with their hands clasped together, chanting words of blessing in their mouths.

Yan You followed Huang Ying and Huang Er into the ancestral hall.

At this time, the weather was getting late, and the setting sun was about to set, leaving a dark orange edge in the sky.

Amid the flickering candlelight, everyone in the ancestral hall focused their attention on Yan You, and a well-dressed middle-aged man hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Elder Huang Ying, this is the monk sent by Jingzhan Pavilion, right?" Village head Huang bowed his hands to Yan You and saluted, "I am Huang Haishi, the head of the Huang family village."

After Yan You returned the gift, he said: "The village head Huang told me to have it."

After he finished speaking, the little black cat in his arms poked its head out, sniffed it carefully, and then let out a "meow" sound at Yan You.

The candles in the ancestral hall were dimly lit, and the sudden sound startled all the people around Village Chief Huang.

The little black cat seems to be invisible in the dim environment, so it is not easy to be found.

Therefore, Village Chief Huang and the others quickly looked around to find the source of the sound. Several young people even raised their axes, ready to attack at any time.

Yan You carried the little black cat out, and said apologetically, "Everyone misunderstood, it was my spiritual pet who made the sound."

Everyone looked at the little black cat and then heaved a sigh of relief. The young people who raised the ax scratched their heads and put the ax down.

Village Chief Huang: "So it's the spiritual pet of the little cultivator Youzhi."

"Meow!"

The little black cat let out a louder cry.

As soon as Xiao Yuyuan entered the Huangjia Village, he smelled a strange smell, which was more indescribably sweet and greasy than the smell of ordinary monsters.Until he entered the ancestral hall, the smell became stronger.

Xiao Yuyuan secretly thought something was wrong, so he wanted to remind Yan You.He picked Yan You's clothes with his paws, and met Yan You's gaze.

Seeing the little black cat like this, Yan You guessed that Miao Miao must have noticed something.

With no expression on his face, he said to Village Chief Huang and Elder Huang Ying, "Village Chief, Elder Huang, I already know the general situation of the village. Now, can you take me to look around the village?"

After listening to Yan You's words carefully, Village Chief Huang said, "Young monk, let us all accompany you!"

"Yes! Let's go together!"

"Master monk, take us with you!"

……

The other common people also responded one after another. Now they only feel that they are more at ease when they are by Yan You's side.

Yan You waved his hand and refused flatly, "Village Chief Huang, only one person is needed. If there are too many people, I'm afraid of scaring the snake. The rest of the people can stay in the ancestral hall."

As a result, Village Chief Huang had no choice but to choose left and right, and finally pointed to Huang Er and said to Yan You, "This is Huang Er. He has been clever since he was a child. Let him take the little brother Youzhi with him."

Huang Er has been working in the farmland all year round, his face is tanned by the sun, "Little brother, please."

Huang Er led Yan You out of the ancestral hall and walked towards the farmland.

As night fell, foggy light shrouded the entire Huangjia Village.

There are simple thatched houses on both sides of the village. Looking into the distance, black mountain shadows stand faintly. If you listen carefully, you can also hear the gurgling sound of streams and rivers.

Huang Er was a little embarrassed, "My lord monk, our village is relatively simple, and I hope you don't dislike it."

"Brother Huang Er, let me have it as long as I have it."

Yan You patted the little black cat's head, and he questioned, "I heard that the village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, so the land must be fertile, how could it be dry and cracked?"

Huang Er sighed bitterly, his eyes drooped, and his voice was a little hoarse, "You are a monk, that's why we invited you here."

He cupped his fists and bowed towards the sky, "Our Huangjia Village is poor, but thanks to God's gift, the weather has been good for decades, and the farmland has been harvested well. But since three years ago, the rain According to the photo, the water is poured, but the land is barren and very dry. We have tried everything, but there is no improvement. Now we have raised money and want to find a monk to come and have a look."

Speaking of this, Huang Er swallowed his saliva, looked around cautiously, approached Yan You, and asked in a low voice: "Do you think there are some monsters making trouble?"

After listening to Huang Er's words and the little black cat's uneasy cry, Yan You probably had a certain idea in his mind that paying the order this time might not be as easy as it seemed on the surface.

He settled down, his face was calm, and he just comforted Huang Er not to worry.

While talking, the two came to the farmland.

At this time, it seems that a waning moon has risen, and the cold moonlight covers the farmland with a layer of light gauze.The farmland, which should have been rich in rice and fruit, was dry and cracked, as if it had been torn open by Lishen.The straw was withered, yellow and black, and large pieces of dying bodies were drooping on the ground, looking extremely desolate.

Yan You felt anxious for the scenery in front of him. He squatted down, picked up the dry soil on the surface with his hands, and put it to his nose to smell it.

He frowned, the soil on the surface was no different.

The little black cat jumped down from Yan You's arms and walked around the ground twice on tiptoe.He looked along the cracks in the soil clods.

The bottom of this crack is pitch black, and the soil in the depths is not as dry as the surface, with a slight stickiness, and there are traces of water soaking and drying.

Xiao Yuyuan stretched the tip of his claws in, and hooked a strand of dirt to come out.

Ordinary mortals can't smell the soil, but a cultivator can smell a sweet and greasy stench after careful inspection, just like the smell he smelled in the ancestral hall before.

He quickly ran to Yan You's side, "meowed", and showed Yan You the dirt on his paws.