I'm not a demon

"Where is this place?" Dahei was the first to come back to his senses. He walked to the willow tree by the river, stretched out his hand and pulled the branch, and found that it was a real willow tree.

"Different space?" Xiao Yan's dumbfounded expression is not an exaggeration, "Did we time travel?"

Xiaohu glanced at him: "Different dimensions are possible, but don't think about time travel. Didn't you realize that everything is too quiet here?"

After hearing what Xiaohu said, Xiao Yan realized that although the surrounding environment was beautiful, there was no sound, not even the wind.

Ning Qingming was not in a hurry. He could feel that the owner of this space had no ill intentions towards them. He looked at Xiaoqiao Liushui and asked with a smile, "Let's go over there and have a look?"

"Okay." Dahei has already walked towards the small bridge first, and standing on the bridge, he can still see small fish swimming in the water from time to time, but these small fish only have water ripples and no sound.

Ning Qingming and the others also walked onto the small bridge. This bridge is so long that the entire space seems to be occupied by the river except for the land by the river. On the river there is an arch bridge that is so long that it cannot be seen. .

A small blue spot of light fell on Ning Qingming's head, but Ning Qingming didn't pay attention to it, and picked the spot of light off his head. When he touched the blue light, a not-so-long memory flooded into his mind instantly. middle.

The ancient streets are bustling with people. At the end of the street there is a quiet wooden house. There is a stone tablet in the wooden house. Next to the stone tablet are the fruits offered by the villagers. Some villagers lined up to enter the wooden house to make a wish.

Ning Qingming saw a woman kneeling on the ground with her palms folded, and said lightly, "May the Lord bless the child in my belly to be born safely."

A blue light invisible to the naked eye floated on the woman as soon as her words fell, and when the woman got up to leave, the blue light seemed to have attached to her body.

Then the screen changed, and Ning Qingming saw pale-faced servants running in a large courtyard. These people held washbasins in their hands, and the washbasins were filled with bright red blood.There was also a cry of pain coming from the place where the female relatives lived in the back of the courtyard. The sound became more and more piercing, but it gradually weakened after a small incense stick.

Ning Qingming saw a delivery room. He couldn't see the inside clearly, but he could see a man running around in a hurry outside the room. If it wasn't for the old lady who was pulling him by his side, he would rush into the room.

"Fei'er!" The man heard the voice inside getting weaker and weaker, and couldn't help but panic, "Fei'er!"

"It's bad! Young Mistress is dying!" The midwife's panicked voice came from the delivery room, "Quick! Prepare hot water! Ginseng slices!"

There was another turmoil outside. When the woman's breath became weaker and weaker, a blue light came from the sky and penetrated into her body. No one else could see this light. The half-comatose woman seemed to have seen something, and she felt weak in a daze. His body suddenly gained strength again.

"Wow—" The cry of the baby made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

A few months later, the woman came to the wooden house with the child in her arms. Her complexion was ruddy, and the smile on her face looked very happy. Because she was holding the child, she just bowed to the stele, but her tone was full of respect: "Thank you sir, come on!" I will help you this time, and I ask the adults to bless this child for a lifetime of safety in the future."

A blue light floated from the stone tablet to the child in her arms.

After watching this picture, Ning Qingming already understood, but since he had nothing to do, he just looked at it for a while.

The scene changed again, and unlike the villagers in Xianghe Le'an before, the whole village was caught in a natural disaster. The drought of the land for a year and the plague spreading by the villagers made the village feel like hell.

Some villagers were so hungry that they couldn't even walk on the road, and the overwhelming plague penetrated through every hole. It seemed that everyone in the town was infected.

People die every day in the village, and the whole village falls into a dead silence, only the painful moans echoing in the village day and night.

At this time, a 100-year-old boy walked to the wooden house in ragged clothes. The wooden house was much dilapidated compared to what Ning Qingming saw last time. Ning Qingming saw it from the memorial tablet at the head of the village. This time he saw It has been more than [-] years since the last time.

The young man knelt on the ground with a thud, and he kowtowed heavily to the stone tablet: "My lord, my ancestors were taken care of by you, and it was recorded in the genealogy. If you have any difficulties at home, please ask your help."

"Chen is not for himself, not for his family, but only for the lives of the villagers in the village. I beg the adults to see the whole village's dedication to worship in the past, and please save everyone."

Ning Qingming glanced at him, and found that the boy's eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to the woman before.

But the time is too far apart, the similarities are not obvious.

There was a faint blue light from the stele, which the young man could not see, but he could feel that his body had become less hungry.

The boy kowtowed three times to the stele, then turned and walked out of the wooden house.

Afterwards, the villagers came one after another with support, praying sincerely one by one.

After reading it for a long time, Ning Qingming also understood that this stele should be a guardian deity or something. He can obtain the power of worship from the human race, and then convert this power into the power of blessing and give it to the human race.

In other words, the more people worship him, the stronger his power will be.

When the whole village was kneeling in front of the stele, Ning Qingming saw the bright blue light on the stele, illuminating the entire sky above the village into a blue light, but ordinary people still couldn't see this scene.

The next day, the village, which had been dry for a year, finally rained. The villagers cried and laughed in the downpour. The heavy rain took away the drought, washed away the plague, and brought hope.

Ning Qingming faintly noticed at this time that the stele seemed to have its own consciousness at this time, and he could clearly feel that the stele was also happy for the villagers.

Then the screen went dark, and the scene changed again. This time it was the modern society. Although the times were developing, people had gradually forgotten that there was such a thing as a stone tablet.

The village was divided into the commercial area of ​​the county seat, the wooden houses were demolished, and stone tablets were randomly thrown outside the construction site.

Several five or six-year-old children saw the stele outside the construction site, picked it up out of curiosity, and then pretended to rebury it in a forest.

A little girl solemnly kowtowed to the stele: "Last year, my grandma brought me to offer incense! But my grandma passed away a few months ago... I miss her very much, little stele, can you make me dream of my grandma?" ?”

The other children saw the girl laughing like this. They just reburied the stele for fun. They were not as stupid as the little girl who would talk to the stele.

"What are you laughing at!" The little girl stamped her feet angrily, and ran out of the woods crying.

The remaining children panicked when they saw the girl crying, and hurriedly caught up with her to coax her.

The few children didn't see it, but a few blue lights on the stone tablet floated on the girl.

Ning Qingming looked at the girl and felt that this girl seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He counted and smiled.

The stele was placed in the woods and no one came to it all year round. With the erosion of wind and rain, it became more and more worn out. In the third year, a little girl of seven or eight years old walked into the woods under the scorching sun.

When she found the stele, her expression was pleasantly surprised: "Finally found it."

She sat down on the ground and muttered to the stele: "When I made a wish, I dreamed of my grandma, and I never came to thank you. Don't be angry, little stele. I'm going back to the city with my mother." , it’s called the Imperial Capital, it’s very big and very prosperous, but I still like it here, and I’ll come back to see you every summer and winter vacation from now on!”

The girl has been rambling on for more than two hours, from how much she was reluctant to part with her friends in her hometown when she went to Imperial Capital, to when she found that her grades could not keep up with her hard work when she was in Imperial Primary School, to how her parents treated her very well. Love her...it was not until the sunset that the girl stood up, and she patted the leaves on her body with a bright smile.

"Little Stele, you have to take good care of yourself, my wish this year is to hope that the Little Stele will still be there next year!"

When the girl turned to leave, the stele gave off a faint blue light again, because no one worshiped it all year round, the blue light was so weak that Ning Qingming could hardly see it, the blue light circled around the girl, remembering that the girl's wish floated away again After coming back, he walked around his stele a few times, and when the girl was about to walk away, the blue light floated into the girl's body again.

Every year after that, the girl would come here during the summer and winter vacations. Every time she came, she would bring some delicious food, and she would tell the stone tablet her little secrets about her happiness or unhappiness.The stele is a serious listener, quietly in place, although it is small, it seems to have become the support of the girl's heart.

Spring came and fell and it was a few years. This year, when the girl was in the third year of junior high school, she came here again during the winter vacation. This time, the girl didn't have a bright smile on her face, and she was very depressed.

She stroked the stone tablet and said softly: "Little Stone Tablet, my parents are divorced, I live with my father now, and my mother only visits me once every other month. Recently, she said that she is busy and has three Yue didn't come to see me."

"Does she not love me anymore?" The girl squatted in front of the stone tablet, looking down at the dead leaves on the ground, her tone lost, "Dad is busy too, mom is busy too, no one loves me anymore, did I disappear Will they take me seriously?"

"Little stele, if you are really spiritual, take me away." The girl leaned her head on the stele and muttered to herself, "Nobody wants you, and I don't want anyone. Let's depend on each other for life from now on."

The stele emitted a blue light, which enveloped her, and the girl fell into a deep sleep.

Then Ning Qingming saw the stele turned into a blue-clothed boy with black hair and blue eyes, a pair of blue eyes were so pure that there was no trace of impurities, they were cleaner than the clearest stream.He took off his robe and covered the girl with a clean voice: "I'm going to disappear anyway, so I'll just play with you once."

Then, the girl disappeared, and the family panicked. The teenager said to the girl, "Look, your parents still love you."

But he is not. As a patron saint, the village he has to protect is gone, the place to stay is gone, and no one will enshrine him. He is about to disappear in this world.