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This is Mount Yangyang, which belongs to the Queshan Mountain System of Nanshan Mountain, 370 miles east of Yuanyi Mountain.

The southern slope of Fuyang Mountain produces red gold mines, and the northern slope produces platinum mines. They are very sought-after places, and because they stand between Yao and Yin, they often cause disputes.

This is extremely unfortunate for those creatures who were born here and grew up here. They should have watched the mountain change from lush green to snow-covered to lush green all their lives. dilemma.

Fortunately, fleeing for one's life is an instinct for the Lu Department.

Lu Shu is a special animal born in Fuyang Mountain. They look like horses, with white heads and red tails, and tiger stripes all over their bodies. The sound of Lu Shu sounds like someone is singing.

According to legend, whoever wears the fur of the Shanglu Department will have a family of descendants.

Therefore, the deer department has been hunted and killed by people all the time.

But Lu Shu was very vigilant and hid immediately if there was any noise.

It is a deer Shu born on the Fuyang Mountain.

Since its birth, it has been living a life away from the ethnic group with its mother, until it was two years old, after its mother was hunted down by a group of people for saving it, it lived a lonely life in Lushu.

It is eight years old this year, and as a deer Shu, it has become an adult.

Today, it was leisurely drinking water by the strange water river, but suddenly felt a strong killing intent.

It knows that there are humans lurking in the woods behind it. They hold traps, rope nets, and various weapons. When it relaxes its vigilance, they will kill it just like its mother did. catch.

At that time, it will be killed and skinned by those people.

They don't care whether it is dead or alive, whether it will be painful, they only care about whether the skinned one is incomplete, and whether it can be made into an extra cloak.

Fortunately, as Lu Shu, it has a natural vigilance.

When it sensed that someone was targeting it, it just pretended not to notice it for a few moments, took a few steps back and forth lightly, and before those people could react, it spread its four hooves and went towards it. Strange water and ran from the other side.

It waded through the strange water river, and the spinning ghost turtle who was worried about it before turned to cheer for it.

The people hiding in the woods saw it running, and rushed to chase after it, but they all stopped by the strange water river.

They are afraid of those spinning turtles. The spinning turtles are friendly to Lu Shu, but they are very cruel to humans. As long as these people dare to step into the water, they will definitely be eaten by the spinning ghosts.

It successfully escaped the pursuit of humans again, and changed to another place to continue to forage leisurely.

This Mt. Fuyang, it has been living and running for eight years, and it is very familiar with every plant and tree in this mountain.

But today, it saw a bright red flower in a pile of grass.

There are many flowers in Fuyang Mountain, and there are many kinds of flowers, and there are many rare and exotic flowers.

But this one, it had never seen before.

This flower is shaped like a dragon's claw, the calyx is solitary, and the terminal umbel is the color of blood.

It looks a little cold, but it feels that the flower is inexplicably familiar and kind, as if the flower should have been born at its feet and accompany it day and night.

It raised its front hooves, walked over, lowered its head and sniffed the stamens, it was really fragrant.

It's just that it hasn't finished admiring, but the flower suddenly seems to come alive, and it is about to bite its nose while pinching the petals.

It was so frightened that it ran away, only to find that the flower stalk grew rapidly and came straight towards it.

It quickly spread its four hooves and ran forward, and behind it, several branches of the flower grew up crazily, chasing after it relentlessly, as long as it slowed down a little, Those flowers will swallow it and chew it into pieces.

It could only run forward desperately. It didn't know how long and how many miles it had run. Just when it was exhausted and thought it would be swallowed alive, it saw a bald monk.

The monk was sitting on a stone by the side of the road, wearing a shabby blue-gray cassock, but his face was as white as jade, with delicate features.

The monk also saw it, and when he looked at it, the monk smiled suddenly, that smile was really like a sly and arrogant kitten.

But it has no time to pay attention to these at the moment, it just wants to run forward.

But again, the monk picked up a Zen stick leaning on the stone, flew up on tiptoe, and rushed behind it.

Crackling, kicking and clattering.

It turned its hooves curiously and looked back, only to see that the monk raised the Zen staff and cut the flower into pieces, and the broken branches and leaves fell to the ground.

It stopped running and looked straight at the monk. The monk had returned from a great victory, and he turned around and smiled at it.

It may be that the savior's smile was too charming, it suddenly felt dizzy, its hind limbs went limp, and it fell to the ground with a thud.

"Have you ever smelled that flower?" The monk asked it kindly.

The strange thing is that it actually understood the monk's words, collapsed on the ground, and nodded its horse-like head aggrieved and difficult.

"It's a kind of cannibal poisonous flower. Half an hour after inhaling its smell, the limbs will become limp and dizzy. After that, within an hour, the seven orifices will bleed, the tendons will be broken and you will die."

How could the monk speak so softly and brightly about such a death-knell news?

It was lying on the ground and was unable to appreciate the peerless face and charming voice of the savior anymore. It felt that its heart was beating extremely fast, and it was about to pop out of its throat, as well as its eye sockets, mouth, nose, The ear, it has already felt that there is liquid flowing out of its seven orifices, it should be blood.

Why does it want to smell the flower?Also, is that flower stupid? We all know that it is always going to die, so why do you chase after it so hard, causing it to run so many miles in vain, and die an unsafe and decent death? !

It closes its eyes and waits for death to come.

"Forget it, since you and I are predestined, I will try my best to save you." Hearing the monk said this again, it opened its eyes in an instant, is it still saved?

After it opened its eyes, it saw the monk pull out a dagger from the belt of his cassock, pull the dagger out of the scabbard, and then cut off his right arm.

Hiss, it must hurt.

It bared its mouth involuntarily, but saw that the person who cut its own arm was still smiling unmoved, as if the knife hadn't cut it.

What is this monk going to do?

It wondered, and saw the monk handed the cut meat to its mouth, "Eat it, my meat can cure all poisons, and you can live if you eat it."

A bloody smell only hit the tip of its nose, it is a herbivore, no matter how you look at this bloody fresh meat, it smells disgusting.

"Eat it quickly, don't mind me. What's more, I have cut it off. If you don't eat it, it will be in vain." The monk gently persuaded it, as if it really just couldn't bear it, "In ancient times, the Buddha cut meat to feed the eagle. , Today you also gave me such a chance, this is actually not me saving you, but you saving me."

The monk's voice persuaded it into its ears, giving it the illusion that if it didn't eat the meat, it would be heinous.

It could only wrinkle its nose, close its eyes, pick up the meat in one mouthful, and then swallowed it straight in.

At the moment the meat fell into its stomach, it seemed to see the Buddha's light coming, and the golden holy light shone on its body, injecting a lot of life into its body.

It felt that it had indeed survived.

It is full of strength again.

It shook its mane, and stood up from the ground on all fours.

And just after it stood up, it felt another change.

I saw that in this wild forest, a newly grown Lu Shu transformed into a human form under the shining golden light.

It became a man, a man just past the age of the elephant.

He is one foot eight tall, slightly thin, and extremely handsome, with a pair of long and narrow beautiful eyes, the most agile.

Looking at its new body, it opened its eyes in surprise.

Seeing its naked body, the monk closed his eyes in disgust, and with a wave of his hand, a white robe appeared on his body.

It happily circled around several times, and even ran to the nearby small river to see its new image. It only felt that it was so beautiful and handsome, just like a fairy.

Although it had never seen a fairy before, it would not be much prettier than it.

"The flesh of the poor monk turned you into a human form? It doesn't matter!" The monk didn't seem to have thought about all this. People, how about this, you will worship me as your teacher, and practice as your teacher from now on.”

Although it doesn't quite understand what it means to be a demon to harm people, and practiced with the teacher, it knows that this monk has never harmed it, and it wants to listen to everything he says.

"Yes, Master."

Miraculously, it, it should be him now, spoke the first sentence in this life, and it seemed to be very proficient.

"Haha," the monk laughed when he saw him being so straightforward, and said, "Since you have worshiped as a teacher, you should be given a name as a teacher. How about it, you are called Ji Mie, and your common name is Xiaoyan, okay? ?”

"Okay." Ji Mie smiled happily, his slender eyes were bent, looking very innocent.

From then on, Ji Mie followed Master all the way to the south.

Ji Mie, "Master, where are we going?"

Master, "Go to Yin Guodu, Maojing."

Ji Mie, "What are we going to do there? Is there anything delicious there?"

Master, "As a teacher, I went to Maojing to strengthen the spells on the city wall under the order of King Yin. Maojing has a lot of delicious food, and even vegetarian food is enough for you to eat for a long time. There are many people living in Maojing. Let's go The magic of strengthening the city wall is to prevent ghosts and ghosts from entering Maojing and harming people, which is also considered a merit."

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