Chapter 5 The Yellow Demon on the Ancient Raccoon Monument
Under the night.
A cold moon hangs high.
The ancient trees in the surrounding mountains and forests are staggered and twisted, with mountain birds sleeping on the branches at night and insects chirping.
Faintly, you can still hear the sounds of several unknown wild beasts coming from very far away.
A group of four people followed the old cat from a distance.
Turn left and right in the deep mountains and old forests.
Although Chen Yulou is dressed in robes, he looks like a frail teacher.
But in the current chase, he was leading the way.
The Qi machine is long-lasting.
Breathe evenly.
The eyes are like an ancient well, leisurely and peaceful, without any hint of panic.
It was in stark contrast to Huamaguai, who was out of breath and sweating profusely.
“The shopkeeper...the shopkeeper.”
“Wait for me.”
Seeing that the three of them kept moving one step at a time, they showed no intention of resting.
Huamaguai, who soon fell behind, looked anxious.
At this moment, he was supporting his knees with both hands and half-bent over his waist. He felt as if his legs were filled with lead.
Just take a breath, and there will be a tearing pain under the chest.
“No, just go back to Yizhuang and wait.”
Chen Yulou didn't even look back.
Although Huamaguai has been up the mountain for many years.
But most of them play the role of dog-headed strategists.
The physical quality is completely inferior to those of the Xiling bandits.
Not to mention the three of them now.
Not talking about himself.
Three generations of thieves in the Chen family were born in the world of martial arts.
Any legitimate son.
I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, stretching my muscles and bones.
In Chen Yulou's generation, the Chen family is a single generation, and all hopes are pinned on him alone.
For literature, you need to study the Four Books and Five Classics, and for martial arts, you need to learn the boxing skills and Qinggong passed down by the Chen family.
Every morning, I practice boxing while standing in a stance, and at sunset, I have to practice with heavy weights.
At night, take a bath with precious herbs.
Throughout the year, day after day.
Just to be reborn.
For example, when he was following the old cat just now, he walked lightly, which is the Chen family's ancestral method of holding the swallow's tail and making oneself light.
After he was seven or eight years old, he was taken to the mountains to practice Taoism, and he was able to achieve a vision of washing his marrow and cutting off his hair.
It may seem weak, but in fact it has a very solid foundation.
Otherwise, could a scholar be able to suppress hundreds of thousands of bandits?
Those people are not easy people.
More or less, the blood of human life is stained on the hands.
The red girl was born in the Moon Gate. When she was fourteen years old, she was spotted by a powerful man on the beach because of her natural beauty.
But she had a strong temperament and refused to obey.
Thus offending that powerful man.
As a result, the Moon Gate was burned down overnight and his father died tragically.
She was only a teenager, but she came to the door with a knife and killed all her enemies in anger.
Laocao on Changsheng Mountain, which we just went to.
As for Kunlun, it is even more innate with divine power and as flexible as an ape.
Grew up in the mountains.
Like a savage.
Now that he has entered the mountains, for him, it is like letting the tiger return to the mountains.
"Don't..."
"The shopkeeper is waiting for me."
Hearing this, Huamaguai became even more anxious.
Led by the old cat, he had no idea where he was at the moment. Looking around, he saw towering ancient trees and gusty winds. The more he looked, the more penetrating he was.
He will go back alone.
In case of encountering a tiger beast.
Isn’t it like a sheep entering the tiger’s mouth?
Taking a deep breath, Huamaguai continued to catch up.
Not long after.
Wait until he finally gets out of the bush.
Only discovered that the three shopkeepers were standing under the shadow of an ancient tree.
At first I thought I had lost track.
But he soon realized something was wrong.
Although only the profiles of the three people could be seen, the strange and suspicious faces could not be hidden.
"What's going on?"
Hua Maguai felt as if he had been scratched by a cat.
Climbing over.
Looking along the gaze of the three people.
Through the faint moonlight falling between the gaps between the trees, I saw that in front of the ancient tree was a cemetery.
As far as the eye can see, there are either broken monuments or broken stones, or tombs with grass and grass. Deep in the forest, the clouds cover the fog, and the faint sound of gurgling water can be heard.
"The shopkeeper..."
Hua Maguai frowned and was about to ask.
But the next moment, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye.
His pupils couldn't help but shrink severely, and his whole body froze in place.
Deep in the cemetery, between the ancient trees.
There is a stone tablet half a man tall.
There are still several tiles pressed on the head of the monument.
It looks a bit like a tomb gate or the archway of an ancient temple.
If it were just these, Huamaguai wouldn't be so amazed.
What made him tremble was.
The old flower-skinned cat that they had been chasing all the way was curled up and lying on the ground, kowtowing to the stone tablet.
That face no longer had the cunning and cunning look before.
Only a trace of deep fear remained.
A low whimpering sound came from his throat, like a ghost's cry, gradually covering up the howling wind around him, and spreading far and wide in the silent night.
"This..."
Huamaguai can be regarded as an old man.
I have traveled all over the world in my life, and I have seen a lot of weird things.
But the scene before him was something he had never heard of.
For a moment, looking at the old cat that was begging for mercy as if there was no one around, he felt an invisible cold air rushing from his heels to his big vertebrae.
“Did you hit someone evil?”
This time.
Not just him.
Miss Hong couldn't help but murmured.
What's happening in front of me is really weird.
You know, I’ve been chasing you all this way.
The old cat is not afraid of strangers. On the contrary, because he has been in the mountains all year round, he has developed a cunning and vicious character.
A few times before, when it was chased fiercely, it turned around and bared its teeth at them.
That ferocious look is almost ready to eat people.
Now he was shaking all over.
The performance before and after is too different?
These days, the theory of gods and ghosts is still very popular.
There are many people in western Hunan who worship various gods.
Not much better than Mrs. Bai.
They are all obscene temples and evil sacrifices.
Whenever there is something strange that cannot be explained, the goddess will say that she hit an evil spirit.
So, her first reaction was, had the old cat encountered something unclean?
“It looks similar to me.”
“What do you think, shopkeeper?”
Huamaguai was panicking. When he heard what she said, he immediately nodded in agreement.
As soon as he spoke, he rolled his eyes and subconsciously fell on the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper is well-informed and knowledgeable, so he might know the reason.
“I don’t know if it’s evil or not.”
“However, the thing behind the stone tablet looks quite evil to me.”
Chen Yulou shook his head and smiled.
There was no hint of smile in his tone.
On the contrary, there is an indescribable indifference.
"Stone tablet?"
Accurately capture the key word in his words.
Red Girl and Huamaguai couldn't help but look at each other.
Then they all turned back.
Looking past the old cat on the ground, he looked behind the stone monument.
At this moment the moon is on the branches.
The moonlight shines on the lingering night fog in the forest, making the open space of the stone monument seem to be covered with a hazy halo.
The blurred vision gradually became clear.
Later.
Two groups of green will-o'-the-wisps suddenly appeared in the demonic mist.
It’s like floating in the air.
The two of them took a closer look and saw that it was a will-o'-the-wisp, it was clearly a pair of eyes.
A palm-sized, gray-yellow wild raccoon like a weasel sat on top of the stone monument like a human being, staring at the old cat on the ground with a sinister smile on its face.
The moment I saw that ghost thing.
Red Girl and Huamaguai.
Almost in unison, they exclaimed.
“Yellow Demon?”
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(End of this chapter)