Burial with Qing Yao

The journey by carriage from inside the city to the Nuo Temple outside the city is not too far, usually just a stick of incense.

But now the time for three incense sticks has passed, and they haven't left the city gate yet!

Song You on the carriage had red eyes, took a hard bite of the peach shortbread, stared out of the window with bulging cheeks through the curtain.

Some people's lives are not long, they are dying!

Some people are still shopping and outing, buying this and that, and even watching juggling in a very leisurely manner!

Turning around Yuelu Street, you can see the hustle and bustle of people, the hustle and bustle and glitz, all in front of your eyes, and it is even more difficult for a horse-drawn carriage to move.

Jiang Ran simply got out of the carriage and led the horse in front.

He has always liked to be lively, but usually he has to run around to collect demon corpses, and he has never been free to visit temple fairs like today.

I got carried away for a while.

He has a small appetite, but when he sees fresh food, he wants to taste it.

The red bean cold cake on the left hand side is selling well, buy some and try it out, just took a bite, and saw the freshly cooked spring noodles on the right hand side, and I also ordered a bowl, the mutton in the bowl shone plump and attractive under the sun...

So the adzuki bean cold cake, which fell out of favor, was thrown into the carriage so naturally.

Song You in the carriage was resentfully fighting for food at this moment.

The food in the car was piled up like a mountain, but there was no need to worry about running out of food, unable to withstand the consumption of the hungry ghost, and dying early.

only……

Every piece of the red bean cold cake is missing a bite, and someone's teeth marks are still clearly left on it.

The mutton on the spring plate was eaten up, and the leftovers were disgusted by others, so they turned around and fed them to him?

The hot steamed buns just out of the pan, to him, only the skin of the buns...

Why are there leftovers!

He's not a slop bucket!

But someone who was strolling leisurely outside the carriage couldn't feel his monstrous resentment.

Those who are dignified and undignified will not be able to withstand the hunger in the end, and Song Xie turned grief and anger into appetite.

The old horse pulling the cart silently clenched its back molars.

Song You ate all the way outside the Nuo Temple. He was already in pain, and he was tortured to the point of death.

The old horse also completed his mission, and collapsed on the ground tired, panting for breath.

Jiang Ran caught a few steamed buns under the creaking nest, helped him down tremblingly, and stuffed steamed stuffed buns for him from time to time to keep his life alive.

Although the Nuo Temple is small, it is exquisitely built.

Speaking of which, this was Jiang Ran's first visit, but he had heard a lot about the Nuo Temple.

This temple used to be full of people coming and going, but it has been gradually forgotten in recent years.

But this is not a problem. It is said that Nuo Yao is born with a good temper, and it doesn't matter if the incense is not incense.

It stands to reason that he has been doing business in Nuo Yao's territory these years, so he should have come to visit long ago.

Walking to the door, Jiang Ran felt that she was being rude, so she let go of Song You who was teetering on the side.

"Wait a minute, am I wearing too much? Wait until I take off the two cloaks."

After all, he is visiting a big shot in the demon world, and he will have to seek medical treatment and exorcise evil spirits later, so it would be unseemly to dress too much.

Song Youjian glared at him, thinking what time it is!

Ancestor, let me go in quickly!

At this time, Jiang Ran took off a few clothes, but she was not so bloated. She took him two steps forward and stopped again.

"Wait a moment."

What's the matter!

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Song You's mouth, believe it or not, I'll die on the spot for you to see?

Jiang Ran frowned and asked him, "Did you smell a smell of corruption?"

Song You's skin showed a strange paleness due to blood loss.

He shook his head hopelessly, stuffed a mouthful of food into his mouth, and shook off Jiang Ran's hand with all his strength, thinking that today I have to crawl in even if I crawl by myself.

He staggered to the gate of the temple, only to feel that the dilapidated temple was in a depression.

There was an unsightly red silk hanging on the temple gate, he didn't notice it when he entered the temple, the red silk was blown by the wind, and it happened to brush against his neck.

A cool and strange feeling came over him, as if someone touched his neck, and immediately got goosebumps.

But strangeness is here, as soon as he entered the Nuo Temple, he immediately felt relaxed.

I don't vomit blood anymore, I'm not hungry anymore, my muscles and bones are comfortable, except for a little stretched...

This disease and evil, just like this?

Why are you so clever!

In fact, there has always been a tradition of worshiping Nuo temples to drive away illnesses in Daye. There are some cases of people who are seriously ill who devote themselves to worshiping Nuo and recover within a few days, but not everyone is helpful.

Song You always thought that these were just ignorant rumors among the common people, and never believed them.

Today is considered to have seen it.

It was evening, and a ray of the setting sun slanted into the hall.

Song You couldn't help but look around the censer, and with this ray of light, he could vaguely see that the walls of the hall were covered with red silk.

Facing the gate, more than a dozen wooden Nuo faces are hanging in the red silk looming.

These Nuo faces have different expressions, some are old and young, some are happy, some are painful, some are hideous, some are kind...

Different faces, different colors, seem to have life, peeking at outsiders through the black holes in the eyes of Nuo Mian.

Come here, always have to worship.

A gloomy wind blew up in the plains, and a few jays perched on the old trees outside the temple fled hurriedly with their wings fluttering.

The red silk in the hall was messed up by the wind, "Kang Dang."

A Nuo face in the shape of a child fell off the wall and fell to the ground.

Under the mask, a child-like thing stood up out of thin air. Wearing a Nuo mask, he walked slowly to the door, leaned against the door in the dark, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Song You.

Immediately afterwards, there were a few more bangs, and the masks peeled off the wall one by one, and strange figures of different shapes and wearing masks rose from the ground.

"come out!"

Before Song You could react, he was dragged out of the temple by a cold hand.

The owner of those hands rarely looked serious, dragging and pulling, as if something terrible had happened, and even the palms of his hands were wet.

It was dark in the temple, and there were signs of decay everywhere. The setting sun illuminated half of his face, and the broken hair floating on his face turned into a piece of gold.

Song You only felt that at that moment, Jiang Ran seemed to be the most vital and warmest existence in the Nuo Temple, so he should be enshrined on a high temple platform and worshiped by people.

When I think about it again, I feel that my thoughts are ridiculous, and I feel like I have a serious illness.

"Sir, what is that?"

Right now, the two of them have already arrived outside the temple gate, and the gadgets wearing Nuo masks in the main hall are isolated by the remaining sunlight on the ground.

Tall, short, fat, and thin, all kinds of people crowded together, and no one dared to cross the boundary line between light and darkness.

"That is the avatar and body of Nuo Yao. Nuo Yao likes to get along with people, and often changes into a different form, walks in the streets and alleys, socializes with people, and wards off epidemics and evil spirits."

"Since he is a good demon, then his parts and bodies should not harm anyone."

"That's the problem." Jiang Ran also entered the temple just now, and found that the smell of corruption in the temple was even stronger.

Coupled with the fact that Nuo Yao's body can land freely, it should no longer be controlled by Nuo Yao.

Therefore, it can be concluded, "This Nuo monster... is dying... and can't control them."

It is not a good thing for the great monster in the ghost realm to fall.

At this moment, evil spirits are overflowing around the ruined temple, snakes, insects, rats, ants, birds, and animals are all about to move, and some other monsters smell the smell and hide in the dark.

Just wait for the moment when Nuo Yao dies to pick up the leak, and take his cultivation base as his own.

"Demons also have a lifespan?" Song You didn't know much about this matter, so he couldn't help asking a few more questions.

"I thought demon cultivators were the same as immortal cultivators, and they would have no problem living for tens of thousands of years."

"That's right." When they got to the point of the conversation, a dirty old man jumped out, carrying a copper coin sword behind his back, unceremoniously took a piece of cake from the carriage, and said while eating:

"But there are six realms in cultivating demons, and you must break through to a certain realm."

The old man had been hungry for several days. After eating the cake, he grabbed another bun and pointed to the Nuo Temple:

"The one in there has now reached the peak of the ghost realm, and if he breaks through to the Rakshasa realm, he doesn't want to continue to break through. His cultivation base is still accumulating, but the real body can't bear it, so he has to die. "

Song You doesn't understand, can break through but don't break through, can live but die?

In fact, Jiang Ran has also heard about things in the world of demon cultivators in recent years.

He explained to Song You: "Because if he breaks through upwards, he must die."

The old man stroked his chubby belly, hiccupped loudly, and told a thousand-year-old story in the world of demon cultivators.

Thousands of years ago was the heyday of cultivating demons. From ordinary people to flying insects and beasts, most of them chose to cultivate demons instead of cultivating immortals, just because it was easier to cultivate demons.

At that time, there were seven realms of cultivating demons, and only one had reached the highest realm, so he became the master of all demons in the world.

It's just that something happened later, and he died early, leaving the position of a demon lord.

Over the years, the five Ascension Realm members under that demon lord fought for this position and were promoted to become new demon lords, fighting to the death.

In order to prevent other monsters from taking advantage of their infighting, several Ascension Realm members worked together to slaughter all Rakshasa Realm monsters in the world overnight.

"So you understand, if this Nuo monster breaks through further, he will be at the Rakshasa state. The moment he is promoted, the Ascension-level people above him must have sensed it, and they will come to kill him, and they will not let him threaten his status. .”

Since the fall of that demon lord, no demon in this world dared to cultivate to the Rakshasa state anymore.

Therefore, there are fewer and fewer demon cultivators, and everyone has gone to cultivating immortals instead.

"This is not allowed to be promoted, there is no hope, and dogs don't cultivate demons anymore."

As the old man said, he glanced at Jiang Ran, "Young master, the poor Taoist sees that you are extraordinary, how dare you ask how many realms have you reached in your cultivation?"

Jiang Ran: "I cultivate demons."

"..."

The scene was silent for a while.

The old Taoist was a little heartbroken and wanted to persuade him again.

"Dogs don't cultivate demons anymore, and you still cultivate demons? There is no future! There is still time to turn around now, or the poor will accept you as an apprentice, and you will change your path to cultivate immortals with me from today?"

Jiang Ran looked a bit inexplicable, "In the early years, I worshiped countless immortal masters, and they all said that I did not have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, and my energy was blocked. The only way to go is to cultivate monsters. I don't want to..."

During the conversation, the sun was setting and the last ray of light left in the Nuo Temple was swallowed by the darkness.

The avatars and avatars of Nuo Yao finally got their freedom, and one by one, they stepped out of the hall...