The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

The smell of gunpowder and the sound did not come.

The bullet did not vent on Baishan's belly, only Liu Laogou had a playful expression on his face.

There were no bullets for the shotgun, but Bai Shan's claws were real, and when the claws came down, they penetrated Old Man Liu's shoulder blades, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

Old Dog Liu fell to the ground like a rag bag, bleeding from his wound, his face was pale, but he raised his head with difficulty and stared at Baishan with interest.

"Are you the king of the mountain? If it weren't for my gun without bullets, you might be finished..."

Bai Shan was noncommittal, and did not continue to chase, but quietly looked at Liu Laogou who was dying.

He didn't understand why Old Dog Liu would make such a decision. This hunter, who had been fighting with him all his life, would choose such a way to challenge himself.

why?

Liu Laogou also felt Baishan's doubts and spirituality, and he said with blood spurting from his mouth, as if he was returning to the light.

"Are you wondering, are you asking me why? You are really like a monster, smart and powerful."

"I hate you very much. You killed my only son. This is why I hate you. I believe you hate me too. I remember that the first white tiger our hunting group... killed seemed to be the same as You look very similar...it should be your relative too..."

"We won't understand each other. You hate me and I hate you. From the beginning to the end, it's the same. After I die, it won't change. If I become a ghost, I will hate you just the same..."

Bai Shan disdains, if not for his lack of cultivation, those who died under his claws would all become ghosts serving him.

He is not afraid of those things.

Hula Hula—there was another sound, the sound of an iron bird.

Both have a disgusting smell of diesel and gunpowder.

Liu Laogou's eyes were a little out of focus, he raised his hand with difficulty, and pointed at the flying birds above the sky.

"Ha, devil."

Chapter 166 I'm a Tiger

"I am the most powerful hunter... I was bitten to death by a huge tiger... They will think... the Eighth Route Army will not hide in such a dangerous place... Devils will not dare to go up the mountain to search..." Mr. Liu When the dog said this, he was still complacent about his plot.

"I know you can understand human speech... have spirituality..."

"Yeah, I hate you, I hate you to the end...you killed my only son, I want to seek revenge on you all the time..."

"But my homeland, our land of China, is being invaded by devils... This land is being harmed by invaders."

Liu Laogou's breath became weaker and weaker, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Over the years, he never gave up the idea of ​​revenge on Baishan.

until today...

Bai Shan just quietly watched the selfish Old Dog Liu gradually lose his breath.

"Oh, the pig brains of the devils, they must never have imagined...a selfish person like me would use my life to cover the Eighth Route Army..."

"Hey, do you have a name..."

"You are the overlord of this mountain...and the white tiger...let me call you White Tiger..."

"Bai Shanjun...a good name...it's a pity I gave it to you..."

Old Dog Liu completely lost his breath...

...

Afterwards, sure enough, a group of villagers came up to collect Liu Laogou's body.

When collecting his body, the villagers were complaining.

"Hey, Old Dog Liu has come up to the mountain to trouble the white tiger again. He must be offering tiger bones and skins to the imperial army. Look, the translator has said that there are big tigers on the mountain. Yes, this old dog Liu has been fighting with him for half his life, and his son has been on top of him, and he has also picked up on many young and middle-aged people... He is an outright selfish ghost."

The interpreter and a ghost commander looked at Liu Laogou's body with some disgust, the corpse of a crippled old hunter with a strong smell.

"Hmph, I heard that he is the best hunter in the neighborhood, and he is greedy and selfish. I originally wanted him to be an advisor to our imperial army, but it's a pity..."

Da Zuo pinched his nose, looked at the shocking claw marks on the ground, it was indeed not something that ordinary tigers could make, and said with a frown: "But there should be no Balu on this mountain, no matter how brave Balu is, he wouldn't dare to stay in such a place." place."

The chief stroked his chin, thinking so.

Before leaving, he kicked Old Dog Liu's body in disgust, thinking he was blocking the way.

The broken and dirty corpse fell to the ground, facing the ground. No matter the villagers or anyone, they didn't care about his death. Some villagers who lost their families because of him even spat at him.

Da Zuo noticed this sneaky move.

It really is a scumbag, but it's a pity that it can't be used by the imperial army...

...

The imperial army did not search the mountain, but it does not mean that no one was watching. At this time, two phantoms came up to the mountain and found Baishan.

"It really is a good tiger demon." One of the ghosts with a long tongue said, "Tiger monster, are you willing to fight side by side with our Great Sun Imperial Army?"

"My Imperial Army Onmyoji can give you your name, as long as you are willing to serve me."

The green-faced ghost looked down at the one-eyed white tiger in front of him.

A seemingly spiritual beast.

Giving him a name so that he can melt away his bones before the end of his life is considered a gift to him.

Maybe, if he didn't live to the end of his life, he might have been loyal to the imperial army.

The long-tongued monster looked at Baishan in front of him with a calm expression, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"You mountain monster, don't you know how great a gift it is to give a name..."

"Mr. Long Tongue, this mountain monster probably doesn't understand anything. Why don't you kill him and let your lord refine it into a Shikigami?"

"I read..."

When the two ghosts were discussing, suddenly, Bai Shan opened his mouth.

"I have a name."

"My name is Bai Shanjun."

Facing Bai Shan who spoke suddenly, the long-tongued monster and the blue-faced ghost were stunned—of course, this was their last expression.

The one-eyed white tiger swallowed it in one bite.

"I am Lord Bai Shan..."

........

"So that's how I got my name."

Bai Shanjun looked at his majestic father and murmured.

Seeing this, Bai Shengsheng didn't know what to say.

He got the mouth seal, the name.

It turned out to be from an old enemy who had hated each other for a lifetime.

Now even Bai Shengsheng has calmed down, immersed in the memories of Baishan.

"Bah, it's really disgusting. It's more disgusting than the flesh and blood of Old Dog Liu." Bai Shan spit out the residue of the two ghosts, and even some yellow vomit: "These guys called 'ghosts' have an evil smell on their bodies. Disgusting."

He can even eat rotten meat, but he can't eat these two 'devils'.

Bai Shan knows how to distinguish between 'devils' and 'people'.

Those who smell bad are not people, but devils.

What doesn't smell is people.

Later, Bai Shan rushed down the mountain, made a fuss in the devil's camp, and bit the so-called 'Island Onmyoji' to death.

This cultivator who directly participated in the war had a very low rank among the devils, and the devils around him didn't seem to know that he was a cultivator.

The bloody white tiger rushed in and out. The bullets left many wounds on his body, but they couldn't knock him down.

Da Zuo was so frightened that he hurriedly withdrew with the army...

This tiger is too fierce.

There is definitely no eight-way here.

A small group of devils scattered like birds and beasts, and retreated to other places. Bai Shanjun watched the devils leave and walked up the mountain, limping.

When passing by the villagers, the villagers were all frightened and stupid, for fear that these mountain tigers would attack them.

Bai Shan didn't even look at these villagers, but passed them by and limped up the mountain.

"It was he who drove away the devils."

"He protected us."

I didn't know who it was, so I yelled first.

"He, our patron saint, is a tiger!"

"He is our tiger, White Tiger..."

There are more and more voices calling for the White Tiger.

Since then, his name has been engraved in people's hearts.

...

Bai Shanjun rests and recuperates on the mountain, the sun rises and the moon sets.

Humans no longer came to harass him, and respectfully called him White Mountain Monarch, and brought him some offerings from time to time, treating him as a mountain god, but he didn't have the status of a god, and he couldn't get the offering of incense and vows.

But the old white tiger doesn't care, he didn't act for the so-called incense offering.

The one-eyed white tiger will not eat and kill the humans who go up the mountain as intruders, but will only drive them away and warn them.

Later, he had a descendant, who is now the Baishan Jun——

The little white tiger is like a cat. Compared with his father, he is more like a wild animal, without much wisdom.

And the one-eyed old tiger didn't dislike him either, he just raised this offspring well.

At this time, Bai Yueyue's father came to Xujiu and asked why the old tiger wanted to help human beings, even though he still hated so much before.

At that time, Bai Yueyue was almost in human form, while the old tiger was still in animal form, even getting old.

The old tiger sneered.

"Hmph, I'm not helping humans."

"I still can't forget the scene where that old dog Liu killed my brother, and until he died, he hated me for killing his son."

"It's just that no matter how we fight, we are all creatures on this land, and we belong to the land of China after all."

"And I am a tiger."

"How can Xiao Xiaoyu be allowed to cause trouble like this?"

Chapter 167 Spring Breeze Taoist Tiger King

The old tiger lived on the mountain.Together with the cub Baishanjun, they live here together.

Until the end of his lifespan, he didn't think about returning to the fertile land, nor did he cultivate a human form.

He took root in this land, and passed on his name to the younger generations, to the White Tiger.

At this point, Bai Shanjun finally knew what his father always said to him when he was a child.

Words he didn't understand before.

"The so-called meaning of existence is not found."

"You don't have to pursue it deliberately, he may have already existed in your life."

The old tiger is getting old gradually, his movements are not so sharp, his stamina is not so strong, he can't speak, his cross bones have grown again, he can only roar and roar, but he can't make any sense , can only teach the white tiger hunting skills.

Then, feeling that his time was approaching, he left Bai Shanjun.