In the cold month of this year, the Yellow Turban Army in Chang'an City was still cannibalizing people. A middle-aged man, his wife and a baby in his arms trembled and hid in a dilapidated and ruined temple in the Junlin Mountains. This ruined temple was originally used last year.

Abandoned temple, "Tianqi Temple" was still vaguely written on the deserted temple. Now these three words have been destroyed. It was at this time that Shangxiejun handed over the Yanyue Demon-Slaying Sword to Huang Chaoge. In the end, Huang Chaoge used the Demon Sword to

After the capture of Chang'an City, this desolate temple became a dilapidated and dilapidated temple after being devastated by wars. Several Yellow Turbans chased the desolate temple and searched everywhere. When no one was found, they left the desolate temple.

In the dead of night, two mice were so hungry that they came out to gnaw at tree roots. The middle-aged man was worried that the two mice would make too much noise and attract the Yellow Turban Army who had just left. He scolded a few times, and finally

It had some effect, but then the two mice simply ignored him and began to feast on the roots of the tree. The middle-aged man did not dare to drive away loudly, so he picked up a branch and carefully fiddled with one of the mice, and then the two mice

The mouse was frightened and ran away.

The ruined temple that was originally silent and solemn became silent again. After a long time, the middle-aged man who had been frightened all day leaned on the broken wall in the corner and fell asleep. Suddenly, there was a splash, which shocked him to open his eyes again. At the same time, he heard the rustling sound.

The sound was the sound of claws digging into the soil. "Okay! This damn mouse!" The middle-aged man cursed in his heart, but after thinking about it, he was extremely happy. He stood up gently and took off his coat.

.Under the moonlight, the middle-aged man cautiously approached the two mice. Sure enough, two palm-sized mice were digging the soil under a tree and eating the roots. The middle-aged man opened his coat and gave the two mice a handful.

They pounced on the mouse, and eventually one escaped and the other was caught in his coat. The middle-aged man tightened the mouse's head hard until blood slightly appeared at the corner of the mouse's mouth and it could no longer move. The middle-aged man then let go.

At this time, the middle-aged wife was also awakened and said in fear: "Chang Shan, the Yellow Turban Army is here to arrest people again, run away."

The middle-aged man caught the mouse, walked quickly to his wife and said: "It's not the Yellow Turban Army, it's me who is catching the mouse. We will have mouse meat to eat tomorrow morning." After saying this, he happily held the mouse in his hand and stretched it out.

In front of his wife, the middle-aged man looked at the baby boy in his wife's arms. He felt that the whole family was pitiful and felt very uncomfortable. He squatted down and stared blankly at the dark sky, and did not stand up for a long time.

After dawn the next day, the middle-aged man roasted the rat meat and let his wife finish it. Then he took a family of three and headed straight to Luoyang City. Along the way, the couple saw the fields were barren and there were shallow mountains surrounding them in the distance.

A highland was formed in the fields, and the bark of the poplar trees that were once lush on the highland had been stripped off to satisfy their hunger. The middle-aged wife sighed: "In the past half a year or so, those who fought for the city killed people to seize the city, and those who fought for the land killed people.

Ye, I don’t know what they are doing. Isn’t it good to farm and live a good life?” The middle-aged man replied: “Since Xia Yu passed the country to his son, the world has become the home of a few people; the well fields have been abolished, and the land has been destroyed.

Private ownership has sown the seeds of eternal war. The world under the control of a few people is fundamentally broken. They only prune branches and leaves, leading to constant wars. When will the people be able to live in peace for a long time?"

A few days later, the family of three walked a long distance again. When they were about to arrive in Luoyang City, the victims were displaced and skeletons were everywhere. At this time, the half-full moon rose from the distant mountains, and crows came from a distance because of

The crows flew up from the trees that had lost their bark and died, crowing hungrily in the air. Hearing the crow's cry, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh: "If I hadn't been there since I was a child,

"Xi Wen, my father won't let me practice martial arts together. I definitely don't want to escape like this. I hope to die in a vigorous battle and save the people from the fire and water with my own life!" As he was talking, the family of three came to Luoyang City.

In front of the gate, the soldiers guarding the building were guarding the city. Because it was past the You hour and there was a war, they were afraid that the spies of the Yellow Turban Army would be mixed among the victims, so the soldiers on the city sternly refused to open the city gate.

In the cold month of this year, outside Luoyang City, on the bank of the Luo River, at midnight, the north wind howled and the cold snow flew. The middle-aged man looked at the baby boy in his wife's arms who was so cold that he cried and couldn't sleep peacefully, so the middle-aged man

He took off his coat and underwear and wrapped the baby boy in several layers, while he himself was huddled in a single coat under a big tree that had lost its bark in the wind and snow.

After the cold night, in the early morning, the middle-aged man had lost his body temperature due to the cold, and his whole body was cold. The middle-aged wife cried for a while in front of her husband's curled up body, holding the baby boy in her arms a little crazy, with disheveled hair and a full face.

Dust and mud walked into the city of Luoyang.

In the late winter of the cold month of this year, snowflakes filled the sky and fell silently. At the foot of the White Horse Temple in the cold mountains, a widowed woman on the bank of the dry river looked extremely haggard. She let the snowflakes cover her rags and rags, and she had a pair of tattered shoes under her feet.

, the smell is so bad that it has not been cleaned for more than a month. The north wind blows, and the thin body looks a bit swaying and condensed.

Staring at the stone bridge with lonely eyes, there was endless despair in his eyes. Looking at the child in his arms, his heart was filled with sorrow. Just as the middle-aged wife was about to jump into the dry river with her child and commit suicide.

At that moment, in the midst of lightning and flint, a bald monk, a good monk, saved the mother and son from a distance with extremely fast movement.

After the good monk rescued the mother and son, he settled them in the White Horse Temple in Hanshan. The good monk asked the middle-aged wife: "What is the name of the boy in your arms?" The middle-aged wife replied: "

His father named him Chang Anping because the child was born on the day when the war in Chang'an began. His father hoped that this name would protect his son's health and that the world would soon be restored to peace."

After hearing this, the good monk lowered his head and sighed and said: "This child is destined to me. I will accept him as my only disciple in my life and teach him my lifelong skills. I hope that he can defeat the evil king when he grows up.

To settle the grudges planted five hundred years ago, I will rename him Jin Chan, which means the golden cicada sheds its shell. Are you willing to entrust this child to me?"

The middle-aged wife immediately knelt down in front of the eminent monk with her baby in her arms and said with emotion: "It is so difficult to survive in these troubled times. If the eminent monk is willing to accept my son as his disciple, it will be a blessing to our Chang family. I am

I am willing in every possible way.”

The Supreme Monk said: "When this child grows up a little, I will come to the White Horse Temple in the second half of every year to teach him the skills. You and your child will settle down in the White Horse Temple. Remember that you must abide by one thing. From now on

"Later, your son's name is Jin Chan, and you can't let anyone know about my master-disciple relationship with your son." The middle-aged wife immediately agreed.

In the calendar of the Tang Dynasty, every twelve years is divided into a cycle of twelve zodiac animals, which are rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, sheep and monkey.

, unitary chicken, Xu dog, Hai pig.

The Dragon of the South China Sea who lives in Nangong of the South China Sea has three sons: Tengjiao, Qilin, and Chiwen. The three sons were born at Sishi, Wushi, and Weishi. Every twelve years, the three sons need to undergo a process of shedding their scales and then growing dragon scales again. This year is just right.

It's Wu Ma, and it's the time when Qilin, the second son of the South China Sea Dragon, comes to shed his scales in the Wangchuan River.

In the last few days of Wuma and Hanyue of this year, the good monk once again came to the place of soul-breaking, one of the four places in the underworld. The good monk stood on the "Naihe Bridge" on the "Wangchuan River". He saw Qilin Gang standing there.

The scales were shed in the Wangchuan River, and new dragon scales slowly grew on the body. The monk sighed on the "Naihe Bridge": "Qilin Dragon, your dragon scales are really rare in the world!"

Qilin slowly moved the huge dragon head, half asleep and squinting at the good monk. The old god joked: "Hey, I just got the glory of being born in the South China Sea. The climate here is hot, and every twelve years I need

Shedding dragon scales once. Naturally different from your Northern Sea dragons growing in the Arctic Ocean on Fuso North Island. After all, the climate in the Arctic Ocean and the North Sea is cold, and the Northern Sea dragons do not need to shed their dragon scales throughout their lives."

After hearing this, the good monk nodded in agreement, patted his unicorn horn and said: "There is a child here named Baili. If I meet him in the future, if possible, please teach that child some magic skills."

Qilin slowly turned over in the Wangchuan River, and a burst of water mist surged from its bright green dragon scales. In the haze, it revealed its golden and tender dragon belly and said comfortably: "This is easy to say. To be honest with you, good monk, a few days ago

, I went to Wangchuan River and heard Mengpo talking about you. As long as this kid named Baili is smart and eager to learn, I will teach you all the magic skills."

After hearing the Qilin Shenlong's agreement, the good monk hurriedly bowed and said, "The poor monk has thanked the Qilin Shenlong in advance on behalf of that child."

Qilin stretched himself in the Wangchuan River and said lazily: "Good monk, please don't thank me. If this child has a fate with me, it would be a good thing." A moment later, when Qilin was completely in the Wangchuan River,

After growing dragon scales, the unicorn jumped out of the water in an instant. The unicorn was suspended in mid-air, its whole body clean and flawless. After the unicorn said goodbye to the good monk, it soared up into the sky.

The good monk was left alone at the "Naihe Bridge" on the "Forgotten River" to think alone. After staying for a long time, the good monk returned to the place of death, one of the four places in the underworld. This place is located in the underworld and the black sea in the underworld.

The water was pitch black, and above the black sea was Fuso North Island. When he returned to Fuso North Island, it was already the last day of the cold month of this year. After tomorrow, he will disappear from this world for half a year. The other one will go to Evil Lord, and tomorrow he will

A head of white hair grew out to replace him in this world for half a year.

On the first day of the Rainy Month, the first month of the second year, cool rain fell in the forest of Baima Temple in Hanshan Mountain, raising a mist. The raindrops hit the stone steps that had been in disrepair for many years, and green moss fell on them.

Soaked by the spring rain, it scrambled to spread from the gaps at both ends of the stone slab to the middle. In front of the gate of White Horse Temple, the middle-aged wife paused for a moment looking at the stone steps in front of her. Those stone steps covered with grass stretched high and low down the mountain.

.On the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, a white-haired Taoist with a shawl walked up step by step. When the white-haired Taoist walked to the middle-aged wife, the middle-aged wife wanted to call the Taoist "an eminent monk", but she remembered that the best monk

When Yue told her the last words before leaving, she immediately shut her mouth again.

The white-haired Taoist asked his middle-aged wife coldly: "Did a monk who looked like me find you last month?" The middle-aged wife timidly replied: "No."

When the white-haired Taoist saw his middle-aged wife for the first time, he had already judged from the subtle changes in the expression on her face that she must have met the good monk last year. After hearing that the middle-aged wife had replied, the white-haired Taoist did not give her any words for the next time.

opportunity. He grabbed a fallen leaf from the air, flew towards the middle-aged wife's neck at a speed exceeding the wind, and slit her throat in an instant. The middle-aged wife fell to the ground instantly, and blood flowed directly in front of the White Horse Temple.

The corpse of his wife was lying in front of the temple, with a peaceful expression on her face, as if she had died instantly.

Seven words summary:

The Yellow Turban Army in Chang'an eats people, and a family of three escapes the disaster of war.

He escaped from Chang'an and ran to Luoyang, but his father froze to death while trying to save his son.

The Supreme Lord rescued the mother and son, and secretly accepted the baby boy as his disciple.
Chapter completed!