Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Zhizhuang Mountain.

"Ah Wang, slow down." A woman looked at the child running wildly in the mountains. No, he should be called a half-human, half-demon. The child was covered in rat-like fur and ran back and forth in the mountains like a little chick, with a chubby little tail trailing behind his little bottom.

The woman had a gentle face, and a sliver of sunlight gently shone on her, but she had no tail.

The little boy, who had been running wildly in the mountains, heard the woman's call, turned around and saw her. Like a mad little beast, he rushed straight towards her, but when he reached out to hug her leg, all his strength had already dissipated.

The woman bent down and hugged him, then used a fine handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face and tidied his messy hair before saying, "Go play, and come home early for dinner."

Little Cheng Wang felt that his mother's gentle words were like a mountain stream, flowing slowly into his heart.

He didn't understand that feeling at the time, thinking it was just ordinary.

Xiao Cheng let out a "woof" and plunged headfirst into his group of friends again.

Xiao Cheng would play tirelessly every day, and his father would always come looking for him in a very fierce manner, wanting to take him home. But as soon as he saw his mother, his father's face would change, and he would look at him with special affection.

Little Cheng Wang's small head was filled with big questions.

Forget it, Xiao Chengwang can't worry about that now.

Adults have their own worries, and children have their own joys.

He's saying goodbye to his friends now and going home for dinner.
Today, he's going home for dinner with his eccentric father and gentle mother.
The arrival of the elders caused the children to scatter.

Every time Xiao Chengwang inhaled the fresh air from Xunshan Mountain, he would unconsciously grin.

Xiao Cheng didn't understand what kind of mentality this was, but he really liked this kind of life.

This day was different from usual.

From the west side of Xunzhuang Mountain, their old neighbor Congcong ran over.

"Congcong. Congcong," they wailed as they ran eastward, towards the territory of the rat clan, desperately trying to get there.

At that time, Xiao Cheng was in the flower bushes, chasing after a group of butterflies.

The mountain is imbued with spiritual energy, and over time, the butterflies have absorbed a great deal of this energy, acquiring a certain degree of spirituality.

Xiao Cheng and his friends come every day, but they don't really hurt the butterflies. So, at first, the butterflies would fly away in a panic, but later, they became very calm after just a few touches.

Xiao Cheng and the others could also sense that the butterfly's 'good intentions' lingered, so when they took action, they knew the limits.

Xiao Cheng had just caught a colorful butterfly, its vibrant hues dazzling his friends in the sunlight.

The friends were eager to compete with Xiao Cheng to see who could catch the prettiest one.

The ground suddenly began to shake violently.

Xiao Cheng and his friends looked at each other in bewilderment. The butterfly in their hands fluttered its wings and disappeared before they could even react.

"Ah Wang. Ah Wang, Ah Wang," unlike her usual soft call, her voice sounded unusually anxious today.

The woman was mending clothes inside the house when the earthquake struck. The first thing she thought of was Cheng Wang, who was still playing outside. She immediately dropped her clothes and ran towards where Cheng Wang and the others were, calling his name as she ran.

The change came so suddenly that Xiao Chengwang and the others didn't have time to react and were all stunned in place.

It wasn't until they heard their parents' anxious calls that they snapped out of their daze and rushed home. It was also at this moment that their neighbors, scattered or rather, fleeing, arrived.

Dozens of them were all wounded, and the blood flowing from each of them was a different color.

His usually gentle eyes were now filled with terror.

They fled forward without looking back, occasionally squeaking "Cong Cong" every now and then. When they saw their old neighbor, the rat, they shouted even louder, "Run! Run quickly! It's a demonic cultivator! The demonic cultivator is coming!"

As soon as Cong Cong finished speaking, a group of people appeared behind them.

For a long time afterward, in Xiao Chengwang's mind, it was the demonic cultivators who destroyed their Xunzhuang Mountain.

What started as a commotion suddenly became agitated when all the rats heard the words "demonic cultivator."

They spread their chicken-like wings and flew into the sky, completely blocking out the sun, plunging the Xunshan Mountain into darkness.

Xiao Chengwang and his mother were held tightly in his father's arms as they fled towards the outside of Xunzhuang Mountain.

High in the sky, Xiao Cheng also saw through the true nature of that group of 'demonic cultivators'.

Among the group was a leader, who wore a gray robe and a veil that obscured his face. The other six wore masks and their clothes were black, purple, yellow, cyan, blue, and white, respectively.

They followed behind the swarm of rats, watching them flee without a trace of anxiety, calmly keeping up with them. The rats flying overhead merely glanced at them indifferently.

Xiao Cheng was startled by their gazes and quickly looked away. Gazing at the foot of the mountain he was about to reach, he thought to himself, "Finally, I don't have to see it anymore. That's great."

Those that fly in the sky and those that run on the ground gathered at the foot of the mountain.

The pursuers followed closely behind; when they were fast, the pursuers were fast; when they were slow, the pursuers were slow.

Both the swarm of swarms and the rats gave the impression that these demonic cultivators were toying with them.

As they prepare to leave the mountain where they have lived for generations, none of them feel any reluctance at this moment; all they feel is a desire to live.

However, things did not go as planned, nor did the monsters.

They had descended the mountain countless times, but when they needed to descend the most, they couldn't get out.

The two groups stared in despair at the mountain path so close at hand. No matter what they did, they couldn't get out.

The rats, as if driven mad, pounded on the invisible barrier on the ground, while the flying rats in the sky used their sharp claws to tear at the invisible barrier, trying to create an escape route.

The pursuers were right behind them, like cats playing with mice, watching them scatter and frantically thrashing about.

The man in gray smiled and kindly reminded them, "The formations set up by the woman in purple are always very reliable."

Upon hearing this, the rats and other animals looked at the man in gray with eyes full of hatred, as if they wanted to devour him.

The gray-clad man didn't care at all. "I only want a few cute little cubs. Why get so angry with me? Now we're all making a scene. What's the point?"

Absolutely shameless!
This was the conclusion that both groups simultaneously reached in their minds about the man in gray.

The man in gray didn't care what they were thinking.

He only said to the six people around him, "Go, you know what to do." (End of Chapter)