live in leaves and walk among the heavens

"That Yasha king is still alive."

It is very rare that Peacock and Wang Renwan could hear the loneliness and loneliness from Cikong's tone. After telling the story of Longquan Temple, when they asked Cikong about King Yasha, they found that there might be some differences. The usual secrets are inside.

"Ah... this is all the fault of Huang Banxing."

Seeing Peacock and Wang Renwan looking at him together, Cikong felt that if he didn't explain this incident clearly to the two of them, they might not regret it and let it go, so he cleared his throat and straightened his stooped body slightly. After getting up a little, Cikong talked about the events of that year.

"It is recorded in Su Yao Sutra in Esoteric Astrology that the Yellow Banner Star is a dark planet that triggers changes in the celestial phenomena and even the darkness in the world. At the same time, it also has another name, that is, the Rahu Star."

"It is prophesied that when this star appears in the sky, the movement of the heavens and the earth will be disrupted, and it will bring a master of evil to this world. Therefore, when the Yellow Banner Star is approaching rapidly every thousand years, it will disperse its essence. Qi penetrated into the human world, so the child who received its essence at that time is the reincarnation of Huang Banxing, and will become the great demon king who will turn the world into hell in the future."

"And King Yaksha is the reincarnation of Huang Banxing, the child who was rescued back then, that is, Kumara."

As Ci Kong's voice gradually deepened, everything that happened that year unfolded in front of Kong Que and Wang Ren Wan.

In the empty square of the temple, a tall and burly man was looking lovingly at the children surrounding him. These were a group of children who were only five or six years old and had just reached the age of elementary school.

Although he didn't know why the abbot of the temple, Bukong, found so many children of similar age, but he was gentle and kind by nature, and he voluntarily acted as the father of these children, constantly comforting these little guys Weeping and terrified hearts because they left their parents and family.

"Uncle Yasha Wang, when can we go home?"

At this time, squatting on the ground and just finished telling a story to the children, a cute little girl with twin ponytails who was picked up by him and sat on his arm, grabbed the sleeve of his monk's robe and asked softly with tears in her big eyes. with.

"Yeah, Uncle Yasha Wang, I want to go home."

"Uncle Yasha Wang, I miss my parents."

The chirping children's voices were like a flock of little sparrows, making Yasha King's gentle face look helpless, because the task given to him by Mr. Bukong was to cooperate with the people in the monastery to gather these children. What to do he doesn't know.

"Well... soon, you will be able to go home soon."

Gently rubbing the tops of the children's heads around him, he was trying his best to calm down the restless mood of these children.

"Then, Uncle Yasha Wang will tell you another story."

Just as King Yasha comforted the crying children, as the door of the main hall of the temple opened, Abbot Bukong came out with a group of Gaoye monks.

"My lord, when can I send these children home? These children have been away from home for some time, and their families must be worried if they want to come."

Seeing that the appearance of Abbot Bukong and a group of monks seemed to have frightened the children, King Yaksha gently comforted the children who were clutching his robes tightly with a smile, and looked at Abbot Bukong with a serious face again.

"You don't have to worry about these. After the ceremony is over, someone will be arranged to send them back."

Waving to King Yaksha, Abbot Bukong and King Yaksha walked slowly towards the outside of the temple.

"My lord, why are these children the same year, the same month, the same day and even the same hour? Are there any differences between them?"

Since bringing these children back, Yasha King has been responsible for taking care of these children, so he is full of doubts about the similar age of these children, but it is a pity that this person has always had a deep impression on him in his life. The abbot who influenced him didn't give him any answer at this moment.

"Yasha King, the children are all here, and your mission is over."

"You don't need to take care of this matter anymore, go back, your mission is over."

As the gate of the temple closed slowly, standing outside the gate and looking at the monks holding copper sticks in front of them, King Yasha felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart for no reason. Abbot Bukong's evaluation made him quickly suppress this uneasiness.

Perhaps if he had obeyed Abbot Bukong's arrangement and hurried down the mountain, then so many things would not have happened in the future.

However, the fate of the world is always using all kinds of coincidences to lead people to a fork in fate.

Just when King Yaksha was about to walk to the foot of the mountain, he suddenly found a little rabbit hairpin stuck on the wide sleeve of his monk uniform.

He remembered very clearly that this hairpin belonged to a very cute little girl, who was very courageous and also liked to cling to herself, and he naturally knew the importance of this hairpin to the little girl, because the little girl often He mentioned that the hairpin was a gift given to the little girl by her deceased mother on her last birthday.

Thinking about the girl who was about to cry anxiously because she couldn't find the hairpin, King Yaksha showed a gentle smile on his originally fierce face, so he didn't think much about it, so he quickly turned around and ran to the temple on the top of the mountain. go.

He didn't want the little girl to cry because she couldn't find the hairpin.

But what he never expected was that when he arrived at the gate of the monastery, what greeted him was not the greetings of his usual soft-spoken companions, but guards with sticks and people who could walk from the inner courtyard even across the gate. Into the ears, the tragic crying of children.

"Get out! Get out of here quickly!"

Faced with the obstruction of his former companions, King Yaksha did not strike hard but wanted them to let him in because of his years of friendship.

But in return for his withdrawal, these monks mobbed him, and the voices of the children gradually disappeared in the courtyard.

"King Yaksha! Are you crazy!"

The monks guarding the mountain saw that King Yaksha waved his fists at them, wanting to force their way in. At the same time, they waved their sticks one by one and hit King Yaksha on the body.

"I'm crazy?! You should be crazy! Didn't you hear the crying of the children in the yard? Are you deaf!"

"Stop him! No! Kill him!"

"You are crazy! You are a group of devils!"

"Om! Furiluo! Yasha! Hum!"