Demons Are Rampant, And I, Who Am Invincible In This World, Go Down The Mountain To Save The World.

In mid-December, the weather in southern Hunan became colder, and it snowed very rarely.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the area around Baimei Mountain in Jiangling City was almost completely dark. Only the foot of the mountain in the west had a few lights. The surrounding mountains were shadowed, the ground was covered with heavy snow, and a few lanterns were swaying in the wind.

The few lights came from the lanterns on Temple Street and the burning incense candles in the City God's Temple.

Deyong City God's Temple.

Today is the birthday of the City God, and the temple fair is underway. The temple is the busiest at this time of year, and the older generation prepares incense, candles, and tributes early to worship.

The temple fair is festive and lively, especially for birthdays that last longer. Even though it is already eight o'clock, the temple is still crowded.

Many pilgrims held three incense sticks in their hands, or some old people grabbed a handful of incense and were praying to the city god to worship the statue. The temple was filled with incense and the fragrance of sandalwood was strong, and people who came and went in a hurry were covered with sandalwood.

Most of the pilgrims are elderly, and occasionally a few young people come to worship with the elderly.

Among them, a young nanny led his five-year-old son across the threshold and walked into the main hall holding incense and candles.

He was wearing a police uniform and seemed to have rushed over immediately after getting off work. He was accompanied by an elderly man.

The police dad picked up his son and put it on his shoulders. The little kid held his father's head in one hand and looked around with his big black eyes, curious about everything in the temple.

What interests the little kid the most is the clay sculpture of the City God in the main hall.

The clay sculpture is simple and simple, sitting upright in the main hall, wearing black clothes and red robes solemnly and solemnly, but under the red robes there are subtle lines from the past.

"This is the City God."

The old man looked at the good grandson on the shoulder of the policeman, and explained with a smile, "The City God is the god of our city, the god who protects the city. He protects us, catches monsters and monsters, and worships the City God, so that we can be healthy and able to May Niu Bao grow taller, and may your grandpa and I make a fortune from the money I invested in stocks, hahaha.”

"Dad, don't say that." The policeman dad didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"If you don't say that, then how can you say it?"

The old man rolled his eyes.

He didn't say much, he knelt on the futon, held three incense above his head, and kept chanting in a low voice.

"You guys, why don't you bring your sweet grandson over here to pay your respects?" The old man frowned and babbled when he saw the police dad was still standing next to him.

"oh!"

The police dad responded and bowed obediently with his son.

As a policeman, he certainly does not believe in the existence of ghosts and gods, but he has been taught by old people to worship gods and Buddhas since he was a child, so he inevitably maintains a sense of awe in his heart.

It is better to believe that something exists than to believe something does not exist. This is also the thinking of most young people in the new era.

"Good boy, you have to worship like this."

The old man took his sweet grandson and taught him step by step how to burn incense. He had a smile on his old face, obviously enjoying it.

On the contrary, the policeman was left aside. After the worship, he had nothing to do but look around in boredom.

At this moment, a clear young voice came from beside him.

"I am coming."

The policeman daddy turned around in surprise.

I saw a little boy holding an umbrella standing next to him.

The little boy has black hair that reaches almost eyebrow length, bright and energetic eyes, red lips, and fair skin.

The little boy was only five or six years old, but he was wearing a T-shirt that was too wide. The umbrella in his hand was much higher than others. However, it was not a common umbrella on the market, but an oil-paper umbrella, with a hand on his wrist. A small brocade bag is tied to the red rope, with the word '王' embroidered on it.

…What a beautiful kid.

This is the first impression of the police dad. If he were older, he could be described as handsome, but the child is too young and can only be thought of as beautiful, as beautiful as a delicate porcelain doll.

However, his voice was low and cold, without any milkiness, and he really didn't look like a child.

The policeman suspected that he had heard something wrong. Was this voice really made by him?

He couldn't help but ask: "Kid, are you talking?"

The child didn't say anything. He just held an umbrella and looked at the clay sculpture of the City God. His pupils were big and black, as if he was listening to someone speaking.

"You ask me why? Who makes the landowner come to the door every now and then and cry, cry, make trouble, and hang himself? I really can't even think about going down the mountain."

"There is no such thing as...the troubled times are turning the tables. I only know that demons are rampant. I have been in the mountains for a long time, and I should go out for a walk."

"When will I go back? When the demons are extinct, I will go back to the mountain and leave, Deyong Bo City God."

The little boy looked around and smiled lightly, "I came to the temple and didn't offer you any incense. It seems a bit out of place. I might as well light three incense sticks for you."

The little boy took out three sticks of incense from the incense stand that was taller than him, lit them skillfully, and inserted them into the incense burner.

At this moment, there seemed to be some sound coming from somewhere!

"Do you want to harm me, Wang Jin?"

The little boy tilted his head and smiled.

"Relax, don't be so timid... I won't tell you anymore, it's in Xinhua Community, right? I understand, I'll go and see it."

Say it.

With a faint smile on his lips, the little boy slowly left holding an oil-paper umbrella.

…who is talking to him? !

The policeman was shocked and subconsciously turned his head to look at the little boy who had already walked out of the City God's Temple holding an umbrella.

The man holding the umbrella had a long back, and the moonlight shone on the oil-paper umbrella, unable to illuminate his face. Only the tips of his black hair could be vaguely seen swaying slightly.

Wait, Slim? !

This is definitely not an adjective that should appear on children!

The police dad shuddered.

He was surprised to find,

The little boy who walked into the heavy snow had obviously grown a lot taller. He was no longer a child, and the clothes that were originally too loose actually fit him much better.

If you look closely, you can see that the figure holding the umbrella is stepping on the snow. The snow is still flawless, and there is not even a single footprint left where he walks...

At this moment, the police dad heard a hazy and ethereal voice in his ears.

"The mortal immortal has descended from the mountain."

"Judge, tell the day and night patrol below that there is no need to disturb anything related to him. If he interferes in the matter, the Deyong City God's Hall will not interfere in the jurisdiction."

"yes!"

In a blur, the policeman saw two figures, both wearing robes and hats. One was in black and red robes, and the other was holding a pen and a book.

They turned and left, their figures fading and disappearing.

Just in the faded moment, the police dad vaguely saw one of the shadows in black and red robes turning his head and meeting his eyes.

At the same time, there was a hollow sound in my ears.

"I lost my composure and let ordinary people see it."

moment!

The police dad’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but exclaimed, “What is that?!”

"What's wrong?"

The old man who was kneeling in the main hall to offer incense turned his head.

"Dad, over there, did you hear the sound, and there was a child holding an umbrella. He took a step forward, grew up a little, and when he walked further, he already grew into a young man..." The policeman's father was incoherent.

"What are you talking about?"

The old man frowned and reprimanded, "You are going to be the captain this month. Don't be so irritable and startled like a child."

"No, no!!"

The policeman dad was speechless. He felt his mouth was dry and his skin was covered in goosebumps.

"I really, really saw it...!!"

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