A dilapidated temple appeared in front of him, old and tattered.

"Is this the place where Qiu was buried?"

In a daze, the scholar limped forward a few steps and stepped into the dilapidated temple.

He had heard of this temple before. It was said that it enshrined the Minyuan Mountain God and was once very popular. However, eighty years ago, when the dynasty changed, Jiannan Road became the place where the dragon rose. After several governances, the number of mountain people in Qingchang County gradually decreased, and the temple gradually became dilapidated. Even the path was overgrown with weeds and few people came.

The scholar was in a panic and came here.

The temple was originally small and had been neglected for many years. It had long been dilapidated, with debris scattered in the corners and a thick layer of dust covering the stone slabs.

On the innermost platform, there stood a clay statue, which was gray and not very clear.

The scholar walked along the way, leaving a footprint with bloodstains on every step.

His breath gradually weakened, his face became more and more gray, his spirit became more and more dazed, but a realization emerged in his heart.

"The end is coming."

Plop.

His legs softened, and he knelt on the ground. The pain all over his body devoured his remaining clarity. Looking at the statue on the stage, he felt unwilling.

"What crime did my father commit? What crime did the villagers commit? Why did they end up like this? If the sky has a heart and spirit, why would it let demons run rampant! Now I am about to die, but I can't avenge my revenge and my ambitions. How unfair!"

It was at this time.

"You can really run, like that mouse, running around everywhere, but your smell, left all the way, you can't escape from my palm!"

A hoarse voice came from outside the temple.

A black shadow fell from the sky, with black wings flapping on its side, and sporadic feathers falling down.

Landing, the wings shrank and turned into arms, footsteps sounded, and the man with a bird's head walked into the temple. There was a small piece of blood on his abdomen.

"Being injured by a mortal like you is a great shame, and it can only be compensated with flesh and blood and soul!"

Walking into the temple, the bird-headed man looked around and sneered: "You ran all the way here just to ask God for help? What a joke! In this Yuanning Prefecture, which earth god can compare with my king? You worshiped the wrong god. If you die, you can't blame others." As he said, he sneered.

When the scholar saw this man, he was panicked at first, but then calmed down: "You demons kill people and eat lives. Even if I die and turn into a fierce ghost, I will not let you go!" As the voice fell, his eyes suddenly blurred and lost his mind for a while.

"Turn into a fierce ghost?" The bird-headed man smiled and shook his head, "Don't think too much, you can't go to the netherworld. Your soul is in my pocket!"

As soon as he said this, the bird-headed man kicked hard, pounced forward, and grabbed the scholar's neck directly. The black air in his hand was filled and drilled into the scholar's body through the pores.

"Ahhh!" The scholar cried miserably.

The bird-headed man grinned: "Wail! The more miserable you die, the stronger your soul will be, and the more nourishing it will be! Hmm? You're going to die now? You're so fragile! Anyway, I'll extract your soul first, and then eat your meat while it's hot."

In a blink of an eye, the scholar's vitality was scattered, and blood flowed out of his seven orifices. Black air shuttled through his flesh and blood, extracting a trace of his phantom soul. He was dying, and it seemed that he was going to die.

Suddenly! The scholar trembled all over, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he uttered unclear words.

"Hmm?" The bird-headed man was stunned, "Who are you talking to?"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a "boom" and something fell!

"You dare to sneak attack with such a trick!" The bird-headed man waved his arms calmly, turned into wings, and fluttered them, and a black wind surged out.

The black wind blew and stopped the falling object. The bird-headed man looked carefully and saw a clay statue.

"Hmm?" He glanced and noticed that there was nothing on the platform where the statue was enshrined. He immediately understood, "There is a god in this temple! Good! If I report this to the king, it will be a great achievement! I, Wu Lao San, may be able to become a general!"

As he spoke, the bird-headed man rose from the ground and actually abandoned the scholar and wanted to leave directly.

"If it were somewhere else, I really couldn't do anything to you! Unfortunately, this temple is my territory." The faint words, accompanied by an echo, came from the statue.

The dilapidated temple shook, and dots of white light seeped out from the wall and spread over, surrounding the bird-headed man and imprisoning him in mid-air.

"Not good!" The bird-headed man's face changed, "You wild god are so bold! I am a soldier under the King of Tongshan, and I have a soul tablet to rely on. If I die, I will be implicated. Your broken temple..."

"If I let you escape and then report the news, your end may not be good. I think it will be no different from killing you. Goodbye, I won't see you off."

With a sound, the statue fell along the light, and with a click, it crushed the bird-headed man's brain and burst, and blood scattered.

Then, the white light quickly dissipated.

Seeing this, the scholar laughed crazily, but the sound was as soft as a mosquito's. After a few breaths, he stopped laughing, struggled to stand up, and bowed to the statue: "Thank you for your kindness, mountain god, but I am about to die and have no way to repay you."

As he spoke, his face was as pale as paper, and blood vessels could be seen under his skin. There was black air lingering between his eyebrows. This was a sign of extreme joy and sorrow, which hurt his mind. Moreover, the evil spirit invaded his body, hurting his foundation, and the yang energy was about to die. It would not be long before he died.

After thanking him for the gift, the scholar's face became more gloomy: "It's a pity that only one monster died, and there are still many free and unrestrained. This revenge..."

At this time, the statue spoke: "If you want revenge, there is a way."

"What?" The scholar was shocked, his eyes widened, and his face suddenly became ruddy, "How to take revenge? Could it be that the mountain god wants to save me?"

"You are attacked by the evil spirit, and your soul is about to be scattered. You may not even be able to go to the underworld. I am a small mountain god. No one has worshipped me for decades. I can't even protect myself. I can't even leave this temple. Killing the monster by surprise is the limit. How can I save you?"

After hearing this, the scholar was stunned.

Then the statue said, "However, I have a way to find another way. It depends on whether you are willing to do it."

Hearing this, the scholar became more excited: "I would like to hear the details."

Then the statue said, "Think about it carefully. What I want to say is already in your heart."

The scholar listened and thought about it for a while. He really found that there was an extra sentence in his mind. He was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled: "Qiu's time is coming. There is no hope of revenge. He can't even be a lonely ghost. The mountain god killed this monster and is Qiu's benefactor. Now he is willing to spend his power to help me return to reincarnation. In fact, I am still the winner. What should I do? Just tell me."

"Okay!" The statue said again, "There are three hairs on the back of my neck. You pull one out and hold it in your mouth. Drive away the distracting thoughts in your heart and wait."

The scholar was almost exhausted. He barely stood up and took more than ten breaths to swallow the hair. He raised his hand to tidy up his clothes, bowed his head in the direction of the village, and then fell silent.

Suddenly!

The light flickered.

Strands of white light flickered all over his body, and a shadow with the same appearance as the scholar came out from the sky. He was confused at first, then startled, and came back to his senses. He bowed to the statue and thanked it.

On the statue, there was also a figure with white light rising up, bowed, raised his hand and pointed, and shot out a white light, rolling the shadow of the scholar into the ground and disappeared.

"The road to the underworld is long, have a good journey, and wish you peace in the next life." The white light figure sighed, shook slightly, and separated a stream of light, which fell on the silent body of the scholar.

The next moment, the scholar heard a "bang" from his mouth, as if something exploded, and then he trembled and raised his head.

"It's done!"

He tried to stand up with his legs, but fell down again with a flutter.

"I haven't walked with my legs for decades, and I can't even coordinate the movement of getting up. Well, I'll adapt to it first, just in time to heal my wounds."

As he spoke, his wounds healed quickly, and his sluggish spirit was revived.

After half an incense stick of time, the scholar stood up again.

He jumped a few times on the spot, and then staggered a few steps.

"I've been in this world for decades, and I'm a damned statue. Now I finally feel like a human again."

After muttering a few words, he closed his eyes, revealing a look of fascination, and opened them again after a long while.

"I didn't expect this person to have such a tortuous experience. No wonder he is so unwilling. Well, now that things have come to this, everything on earth will be gone with the wind. From now on, I am Qiu Yan."

Boom!

As soon as the voice fell, lightning and thunder suddenly flashed in the sky, and black air seeped out from the cracks in the surrounding floor, entangled and condensed, and turned into three groups of black mist.

"Qiu Yan"'s face changed, but he was not surprised.

"It's just as I expected."