Western Country, somewhere Mountain Forest, an old monk dressed in simple cassocks, followed by a young novice monk.
They are like monks practicing all the way, carrying with them the aura of being dusty.
"Ouch, is there anyone..."
At this time, a soft voice came from not far away, which was a cry for help.
"Master, someone seems to be calling for help?"
The young novice monk had a delicate appearance, his ears moved slightly, his steps paused, he glanced at the old monk and said.
"Hmm."
The old monk's eyes were half-closed, he nodded slightly, looked at the source of the sound, and walked towards it.
"Is there anyone..."
This soft voice continued to sound, becoming increasingly clear as the master and disciple approached.
And when this voice fell on the little novice's ears, his heartbeat couldn't help but slow down for a second.
This voice seemed to tickle his heart, making him eager to go and see the owner of the voice.
The old monk shook his head slightly, but made no sound and just moved forward silently.
After crossing a section of jungle, a woman appeared in front of them.
The woman was lying on the ground, moaning in pain and calling for help.
The woman's clothing is slightly revealing, especially her lying posture, which gives her a unique sense of charm.
"This female Bodhisattva, what's wrong with you?"
When the young novice saw this scene, his blood boiled instantly. He had never seen such a scene at such a young age.
Especially the woman's pair of white, tender and slender legs were exposed, which stirred the little novice's heart.
He couldn't help but take a few more glances, stepped forward and asked with concern.
"My foot is injured and I can't walk."
The woman's weak eyes looked at the little novice monk, she leaned close to him and exhaled like a orchid.
Just this action made the little novice's heart beat extremely fast.
There was a refreshing fragrance on the tip of his nose, which made him fascinated and couldn't help but want to get close to this beautiful woman.
"Amitabha."
When the old monk saw the appearance of the little novice monk, he shook his head slightly and sighed, clasping his hands together and chanting the name of the Buddha.
"Master Mage, jackals, tigers, leopards, and demons are rampant in this place. You don't want your little girl to fall into the blood of the monsters, right?"
The woman nestled in the arms of the young novice monk and raised her eyes to look at the old monk, her frail beauty fully displayed.
Whether it's appearance or body and voice, she has the ultimate charm.
The old monk had no expression on his face and pulled the young novice away, causing the woman to fall to the ground again.
"Master, how could you do this to this female Bodhisattva!?"
The little novice monk's eyes were full of distress and he asked the old monk.
He was very dissatisfied and angry with his master's actions.
"Yes, Master Mage, what are you doing? Did the little girl offend you?"
The woman said pitifully, which was extremely pitiful.
"You are so bold and monstrous, I can tell at a glance that you are not a human being. You are just a charmer, but you dare to do it right in front of my eyes!"
The old monk's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and a golden light burst out.
The old monk clasped his hands together, and a golden body appeared behind him, which was extremely majestic.
With such power, its sound is like thunder rolling down from the sky, purifying all the filthy Evil Spirit air in the world.
The woman's face changed drastically and she looked frightened. She didn't expect that the old monk's Daoism was so profound, which was completely different from what she had encountered before.
"Destroy!"
The old monk raised his hand slightly, and the golden body behind him moved accordingly, raised his shining golden arm, and pressed it down.
"Damn it, old monk, I'm not easy to mess with... ah!"
Before the woman's voice could completely fall, she was wiped out by the scream.
Under the golden-bodied master, the woman's Demon Power seemed to have encountered a nemesis, instantly turning into nothingness, and its body even died directly.
At this moment, the young novice came to his senses.
Just now, he was completely invaded by the monster's charm. Now that the monster is dead, the charm will naturally be broken.
His face was filled with shame. Thinking of his behavior just now, it was really embarrassing.
"Master, my disciple looked like this just now. I am really ashamed of your teachings!"
The little novice monk was very ashamed and his face turned red.
"Faming, you need to know that form is emptiness and emptiness is form. Your path is still too shallow."
The old monk put away his magic and said in a deep voice.
"Yes, Master, I will definitely study Buddhism diligently."
Faming said with a face of knowing his mistake, solemnly.
The old monk sighed slightly in his heart. After all, his disciple's wisdom was too shallow. If there were no opportunities in the future, it would be difficult for him to hold a big position.
"Now that the fortune of the demon race is so high, when will our human race be able to get rid of this suffering and become strong..."
The old monk sighed in his heart, demons are rampant in this world, human beings are struggling to survive, and civil wars are still consuming them.
If this continues, I'm afraid the human race will completely become history.
He looked up at the sky and murmured:
"If the source of the demon clan's luck is not destroyed, the future of our human race will be cut off!"
The old monk's name is Reverend Baixin, and he is an extremely profound mage.
He has protected many humans from demons.
More than forty years ago, he sensed the birth of Greater Yokai from Western Country, and his heart palpitated.
Then he left the temple and went down the mountain to practice Buddhism.
Along the way, he met many demons Ghost, and he killed them one by one.
The young novice monk behind him was also accepted along the way.
In the past forty years, he traveled all over the mountains and fields and saw the fate of the demon clan, which actually had the potential to overwhelm the human race.
This is an extremely unfavorable fate for other races.
During this period, Reverend Baixin also met some of his colleagues, and they all felt the same way.
There was also a magician who was proficient in calculations and sacrificed decades of his life to calculate the future of the human race.
The magician calculated that his vitality was severely damaged, his lifespan was drastically reduced, and he was almost about to die completely.
But with just a thought, he still revealed the shocking secret.
The human race could have risen to power and become the masters of this world in hundreds of years, and any demon Ghost would have been eliminated.
It was an era when the human race was extremely prosperous, and there would be an era when there would be no more monsters in the world.
Unfortunately, this original trajectory has now changed.
The magician saw a figure that should not exist or appear in this world.
Blocked their human path and completely wiped out their path to prosperity.
As for the identity of that figure, the magician only said it.
"The one who will destroy our destiny as a human race, Western Country Wolf Tribe..."
After saying these words, the magician died.
This magic mage is a well-known mage among their practitioners. He has extremely deep cultivation and can predict the past and the future.
But after calculating this matter, he died directly.
As you can imagine, this cost is high.
But it also made many practitioners understand that Wolf Tribe would be the biggest obstacle to the prosperity of their human race.
This news has only spread now, after all, there is a serious news jam in this era.
In addition, many practitioners practice hidden in deep mountains and old forests.
However, Reverend Baixin is sure that once the news spreads completely in their practice world.
Then most practitioners will find a way to destroy Wolf Tribe.
"And someone will eventually take the first step, so let me be the first person!"
Reverend Baixin strengthened the belief in his heart and took heavy steps towards the direction of Western Country Wolf Tribe.