Monster [Quick Transmigration]

Just then, the sky was unexpectedly gloomy.

Looking up, the dense canopy blocked most of the light, and the edge of the sky that was faintly exposed from the gaps between the branches and leaves was glowing with a hazy green light.

At this time, there was a rustling sound in the grass, and the sound of insects suddenly stopped.

A branch waved away the messy grass, and a foot wearing straw sandals stepped on the path hidden in the grass, followed by the second, and the third...

A group of people hurried past, all monks in gray robes.

The leading old monk was holding a torch, with a serious expression and a pair of cloudy eyes staring ahead vigilantly, followed by three young monks.

The first two young monks focused on their feet, and only the young monk who walked at the end had a tense expression and turned pale.

"Second Senior Brother." After walking all the way, the little monk finally couldn't help but said, "There is a monster who has been following us."

The second senior brother turned his head when he heard the words, and raised the fire folder in his hand.

On a tree trunk not far from them, there was a long-armed and long-legged monster lying on its back. The monster turned its head slowly after noticing their gaze.

The light from Huozhezi made the monster's face extremely pale. They couldn't see the monster's face clearly, but they could feel that face was smiling.

It seems to be squinting, mouth hooked, and a very perceptive smile.

In an instant, a chill from the soles of his feet quickly crawled all over the little monk's body.

But the second senior brother didn't take it seriously, and comforted him while turning his head: "It's okay, that monster doesn't dare to approach us, Yuxiu, don't look at it, concentrate on walking."

Yuxiu responded, so she had no choice but to look away, and continued to walk down the mountain bravely. Their destination was a town at the foot of the mountain—Qinghuai City.

The second brother told him that 50 years ago, Qinghuai City was still being invaded by monsters, the farmland was destroyed, the people were massacred, and the whole town was like a purgatory, immersed in monstrous resentment.

Some even said that they could smell the suffocating smell of blood in the air before stepping into the city gate.

At that time, the city lord was helpless and watched the town he worked so hard to destroy. Later, with the help of an eminent monk, he invited an evil god from nowhere to enshrine in his courtyard.

Since then, the monsters did not dare to approach Qinghuai City, the people no longer struggled to survive in the water and fire, and the resentment lingering in the town gradually dissipated.

But also since then, their master Huaishan will go down the mountain every fifteenth full moon to go to Mr. Jiang's house to practice and chant sutras for the evil gods.

For 50 years in a row, Huaishan has not missed the storm.

Since half a year ago, Huaishan, who always went alone, decided to bring the only three apprentices with him. This time, Huaishan asked the three apprentices to pack their bags and plan to go down the mountain for a long time.

When Yuxiu learned about this, her heart collapsed, and there was no other reason, it was just because he was not the original little monk at all, and he didn't know how to chant scriptures at all.

He was originally an ordinary civil servant, working in the sub-district office, living a bland nine-to-five life, but who knew that he woke up half a month ago and became an ancient monk.

But this ancient times is different from the ancient times he learned in history textbooks. Here, the country is in chaos, wars are raging, the people are in dire straits, and there are all kinds of monsters that eat people.

Fortunately, Huai Shan was protecting them, those monsters did not dare to attack them, if it were ordinary people looking for them in this mountain, they would have been eaten by monsters to the point where not even their bones were left.

When they arrived at Qinghuai City, the sky was already dark, and the green light on the edge of the sky was like a thick stroke of color, almost blending with the dark blue sky, like a floating ribbon, which looked quite spectacular.

When they passed through the city gate, they saw a man waiting beside the carriage. Seeing them approaching, the man shouted excitedly: "Master Huaishan."

Huaishan nodded calmly, and led the three apprentices into the carriage.

The carriage bumped for about a cup of tea before stopping in front of a house.

Yuxiu followed Huaishan and her two senior brothers and just got out of the carriage when a rather old man greeted him in three steps at a time. His face was full of joy.

"Master Huaishan, you are here, I am ready to pick you up at the gate of the city."

"Amitabha." Huai Shan said, "Master Lao Jiang."

Master Jiang said politely, and then gestured sideways: "Master, please."

Huaishan didn't hesitate, and walked in with strides.

Seeing the two senior brothers closely following Huai Shan, Yuxiu hurriedly followed the steps of the two senior brothers.

Yuxiu didn't have the memory of the former little monk, so based on the words she got from her second senior brother and her guesses, this Mr. Jiang should be the current lord of Qinghuai City, Jiang Fuci.

Fifty years ago, Jiang Fuci's father invited the evil god to protect Qinghuai City. It was not until ten years ago that Jiang Fuci was allowed to succeed him. Although Jiang Fuci's status in the hearts of the people was far inferior to that of his father, he was still a very capable and cunning city lord.

This house is exactly Jiang Fuci's mansion, and all the Jiang family members live here. After walking in, they realize how big the house is.

The garden with rockery and flowing water is the first sight, with verdant trees, exotic flowers, and cheerful birdsong falling from the eaves.

Jiang Fuci said: "Master, the residences for you and the little masters have been cleaned up, I will take you to rest now."

Huaishan shook his head lightly: "No rush, go and have a look first."

Hearing this, the smile on Jiang Fuci's face froze for a moment. Even though it had been so many years, he was still afraid of that place, but he also knew that he couldn't avoid what should come.

Jiang Fuci asked, "Should it start tonight?"

"En." Huai Shan said, "It's not too late for this matter."

Jiang Fu came down and called a few servants to take the luggage of the four masters and apprentices to their residence, and then gave some instructions to the others, and finally only two servants were left to lead the way.

Thinking of going to that place, Jiang Fuci could no longer laugh. He pursed his lips and pretended to be calm, but the deep fear in his eyes still betrayed his heart.

They walked deep along the corridor, passed many places along the way, and met many Jiang family members. Those people all knew Huaishan, and they all called Master Huaishan.

But the deeper you go, the fewer people you meet. I don't know if it's because there are no people living here, but there is a strange silence in the place you pass.

Originally, I could meet a few servants at work, but at the back, I couldn't even see a single figure. The falling night was like a big mouth, like everything around me.

Only the lanterns in the hands of the two servants in front were shining, flickering in the wind, like a pair of erratic eyes quietly watching them.

Finally, they came to a remote and secluded courtyard, and a heavy wooden door blocked their progress.

Two servants struggled to open the wooden door.

Behind the wooden door is an empty courtyard, and a hut was built in the middle. The hut is surrounded by corridors on all sides, and a red lantern is hung on each of the four corners. The faint red light reflects the doors and windows made of white paper.

Yuxiu knew that this was the place where the Jiang family worshiped the evil god.

As soon as they stepped into the courtyard, a group of servants with their belongings rushed in behind them and began to arrange the scene silently.

Yuxiu stood at the back, watching those people busy to and fro, after a while, he smelled a choking smell of smoke, and saw a large piece of white smoke filling the air.

The smell of smoke made the tip of Yuxiu's nose itchy. He resisted the urge to raise his hand to scratch, sniffed, and saw Jiang Fuci standing in front of him in a blink of an eye.

Jiang Fuci lowered his head, his face was buried in the light and shadow, and he couldn't see his expression at this moment clearly, but his body was stretched straight, as if being pulled to the extreme string, and the hands hanging by his side were tightly clenched into fists.

Jiang Fuci seemed to be shaking.

At first, Yuxiu thought he was delusional, but it wasn't until Jiang Fuci trembled more and more that he realized that Jiang Fuci was... afraid?

Yuxiu was a little confused.

Wasn't the evil god invited by Jiang Fuci's father?Why did Jiang Fuci react like this?Moreover, the entire Jiang family seems to be very taboo about this place, so that it is obviously a place where evil gods are worshipped, and it should be the most valued place, but it is like an abandoned house without people.

After all, Yuxiu was an outsider and was unfamiliar with everything. He couldn't think of a reason, so he stopped thinking about it. He was about to look away, but Jiang Fuci, who seemed to be feeling something, suddenly turned his head.

The fear in Jiang Fuci's eyes that was so thick that it almost turned into substance hadn't dissipated before Yuxiu caught him, and for a moment, his expression was extraordinarily ferocious by the light.

But soon, Jiang Fuci returned to normal color, but there was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, he reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, and nodded to Yuxiu.

Yuxiu quickly looked away, pretending that she didn't see anything just now.

After Huaishan finished his rites, an hour had passed, without the cover of mountains and bushes, the bright yellow full moon behind the roof seemed to grow a bit bigger.

Huaishan asked the three apprentices to get ready, and Jiang Fushi waited outside.

Jiang Fuci felt relieved, and left faster than anyone else. After the creaking sound, the heavy wooden door closed again, and only four masters and apprentices were left in the courtyard.

Huaishan walked to a corner of the hut and said let's start.

The senior brother and the second senior brother agreed in unison, and then each occupied a corner of the hut, Yuxiu went to the remaining corner.

He didn't see it clearly just now, but now that he got closer, he suddenly found that there were several rounds of iron chains as thick as a baby's wrist wrapped around the outside of the hut, and the floor of the corridor was covered with talisman paper, layer upon layer, which was very strange.

On the other side, Huaishan sat on the ground, took out the wooden fish and wooden mallet from the burden, and tapped it gently.

There were knocking sounds from the four corners of the hut one after another, unhurried and methodical. Accompanied by the voices of the master and apprentice reciting the scriptures in a low voice, it turned into a huge net invisibly and wrapped the hut.

The surroundings were swallowed by the night, only the red lantern above the head emitted a reddish light.

Yuxiu's eyes were tightly closed, she held the wooden hammer in her right hand, put her fingers together in front of her chest with her left hand, moved her lips, and focused on reciting the scriptures—he barely managed to recite the upper part of the scriptures, but it was better than nothing.

Time passed by minute by minute.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly heard a whirring sound from the hut, like someone shaking an iron chain.

The voice was not too obvious, but it was transmitted to Yuxiu's ears very clearly in this silent night.

Yuxiu paused when she hit the wooden fish, and even her breathing became tight for a moment.

Who is the voice?Is it the master and senior brothers?But why did they make the sound of chains shaking?Moreover, they were far away, and the sound was obviously coming from nearby.

Yuxiu didn't dare to think about it anymore, and hurriedly continued to recite the scriptures.

At this moment, he heard light footsteps again, as if someone was stepping on the floor with bare feet, walking towards him from far and near.

Finally, the footsteps disappeared in front of him...

Yuxiu's body's fine hair exploded in an instant, and the night wind blew and poured into his slightly sweaty collar, making him shiver from the cold.

Fortunately, he could hear the sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of his master and senior brother, and his heart, which was almost in his throat, was a little more peaceful.

"Yuxiu." The second senior brother suddenly called out to him.

Yuxiu subconsciously opened her eyes, looked in the direction of the second senior brother, and saw a gray figure standing at the end of the corridor.

That figure was like a silent ghost, just quietly bathed in the moonlight, he tilted his head, staring at Yuxiu without blinking.

Really second brother?

The second senior brother raised his hand and waved to him.

Yuxiu knew that chanting sutras was a big deal, no matter what happened, he couldn't stop, but at this moment, he seemed to be fascinated by a ghost, put down the wooden hammer, got up and walked over.

"Second Senior Brother?" Yuxiu whispered, "What's wrong?"

As soon as the words fell, another familiar voice sounded: "Yuxiu!"

This sound is like a wooden stick, sternly knocking Yuxiu awake from her sleepwalking.

Only then did Yuxiu see clearly, how could there be any second senior brother in the courtyard?It was clearly empty, and he was the only one!

And his second senior brother was sitting under a red lantern, holding a wooden fish mallet in his hand, turning his head to look at him in surprise: "What are you doing?"