Chapter 963 Evil God
Since then, Xiaohu's sleepwalking has gradually improved. Every year, Xiaohu would go to the old forest to clean up fallen leaves and offer fresh fruits to the old tree spirit as agreed. As time went by, Xiaohu grew up and he changed from an ignorant child to a sensible teenager.
As Xiaohu grew up, Granny Chen often taught him some principles of life and some simple magic. Xiaohu respected Granny Chen very much and regarded her as his own family member.
One year, the village suffered a severe drought, the crops failed, and the villagers were in trouble. Xiaohu looked at the villagers' sad faces and felt very sad. He remembered the magic that Granny Chen taught him, and decided to give it a try to see if he could bring rain to the village.
Xiaohu came to the open space in the village, followed the method taught by Granny Chen, set up the incense table, and began to perform the ritual. He chanted something and gestured with his hands. After a long time, dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, and big raindrops fell. The villagers cheered and thanked Xiaohu when they saw the rain.
This rain not only saved the crops in the village, but also greatly increased Xiaohu's prestige in the village. But Xiaohu was not proud of this. He knew that he could not have achieved what he has today without the guidance of Granny Chen and the help of the old tree spirit.
As Xiaohu's fame grew, he attracted the jealousy of some people with bad intentions. A hooligans named Li Er, who was idle on weekdays, was very dissatisfied when he saw Xiaohu was respected by the villagers. He decided to find an opportunity to make Xiaohu look bad.
One day, Li Er found Xiaohu and said, "I heard that you can do magic. Can you make gold out of it? If you can, I will admire you." Xiaohu knew that Li Er was deliberately making things difficult for him, but he was not angry. He just said calmly, "Magic is not used to satisfy selfish desires. I won't make gold out of it for you." Seeing that Xiaohu refused, Li Er began to mock him, and some villagers around him also began to doubt Xiaohu.
Xiaohu felt very aggrieved, so he went to Granny Chen and told her about it. Granny Chen smiled and said, "Child, don't care about what others think. Magic is to help others, not to show off. As long as you have a clear conscience, don't be affected by these rumors." Xiaohu suddenly became clear-headed after hearing Granny Chen's words, and he decided not to pay attention to Li Er's provocation.
As time went by, Xiaohu went further and further on the path of cultivation. He used his magic to help more and more people and became a legend in the village. Granny Chen also silently protected him and witnessed his growth.
In this world full of mystery and unknown, Xiaohu's story continues, and his fate is constantly changing. Every challenge makes him stronger; every growth makes him understand his mission more clearly. The old forest, the old tree spirit and Granny Chen have become an indispensable part of his life, weaving together a rural legend full of fantasy.
At this time, the sun in the sky has risen completely, and the golden sunlight is shining in the village, covering this quiet village with a layer of warm coat.
After Xiaohu finished his story, everyone was still immersed in the wonderful plot and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. Qi Tongwei cleared his throat, with a mysterious smile on his face, and prepared to start his story.
"You know the winding Black River outside the village, right? It looks calm on the surface, but at night, it's like there are countless pairs of eyes hiding at the bottom of the river, staring at everything on the shore." Qi Tongwei lowered his voice, his eyes revealing a hint of fear and a bit of excitement. "A long, long time ago, our village was not so peaceful. At that time, the Black River was called the Green River. The water was crystal clear, and there were schools of fish and shrimp. The villagers relied on this river to live a rich and happy life."
"One day, a wandering monk passed by the village. He looked at the Qinghe River and his face turned pale. He told the village chief that an evil god cursed by the ancient gods was sealed in the river. This evil god had attempted to subvert the order of heaven and earth, but was suppressed here by the gods, who trapped him with the pure power of the Qinghe River. But the monk warned that the power of the seal was weakening. If the villagers did not protect it, once the evil god escaped, the whole village and even the world would fall into endless darkness."
Everyone listened attentively, staring at Qi Tongwei without blinking. Li Xin leaned forward with her hands on her chin, her face full of curiosity and concentration, nodding from time to time, as if she was constructing that mysterious scene in her mind. Her eyes flickered with desire for unknown stories, without the slightest impatience, as if she had completely immersed herself in the mysterious atmosphere created by Qi Tongwei.
"At first, the villagers took the monk's warning to heart and held a grand sacrificial ceremony every year, offering the most precious sacrifices to the river god and praying for the seal to remain stable. But over time, people gradually forgot the legend, and the sacrifices became perfunctory." Qi Tongwei's voice suddenly rose when he said this. "On a night of heavy rain, black waves suddenly appeared in the Qing River. The waves were more than a person high, like boiling black water, rolling continuously. Then, a black beam of light shot up into the sky, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the whole village was shaking."
"The evil god broke the seal and came out! He was covered in black mist. Wherever he went, the rivers dried up and the crops withered. The villagers were terrified and knelt on the ground begging for mercy, but the evil god had no mercy at all. He waved his hand and black lightning fell from the sky, hitting the houses and instantly starting a raging fire. Many people were swallowed by the fire before they could escape, and screams echoed throughout the village." Qi Tongwei's face showed a painful expression, as if he had witnessed the disaster with his own eyes.
"There was a young warrior in the village named Ayong. He looked at the tragic scene and became furious. He picked up his ancestral sword and rushed towards the evil god. When the evil god saw Ayong, he laughed wildly, and that laughter was creepy. He stretched out his huge black claws and grabbed Ayong. Ayong was agile and dodged left and right. When the time was right, he swung his sword and chopped the evil god's arm."
"The evil god felt pain and roared angrily, and its power became stronger. Ayong was gradually defeated and had multiple injuries on his body, but he still did not give up. Just when the evil god was about to give Ayong a fatal blow, Ayong suddenly found a place on the evil god's chest that was flickering with a faint light. That seemed to be his weakness. Ayong used up his last bit of strength and stabbed the sword into the evil god's chest."