Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

"I am a pig. From the moment I was born, it seems that I have been destined to live in a pig pen for the rest of my life.

It was the most pleasant and terrifying time.

In short, I eat when I wake up, I sleep after I eat, I eat when I wake up, I sleep when I am full... Oh no, I can’t actually eat enough.

The living conditions of the host's family are not good, so the food they give us is very limited. We can't be called full, but we can only live barely.

I remember that my mother was killed on a festive day. The host’s house was very lively that day, and my mother screamed in fear.

Later, she was cut into pieces, and I saw with my own eyes that her body was bought piece by piece by different two-legged monsters. Later I learned that such two-legged monsters are called "people."

From then on, I was very scared, afraid that I would die like my mother in the future.

So I decided to be a different pig, so I gradually slept less and began to hum along with the sound of my master reading.

I don’t know what reading is called, but I just feel that if I imitate those people, maybe I won’t have to live in that dirty and smelly pigsty anymore, and I can walk around like those people outside.

By the way, I don’t know who my father is. Maybe he was bought by someone a long time ago.

In this way, I imitated those humans day after day, and suddenly one day I felt that I seemed to be different from the other sleepy pigs around me. At this time, a little boy broke into my sight. He observed I seem to have discovered something special and different about me.

From then on, the child would come outside the pig pen every day after the reading sound ended, read with me, and even teach me to write.

I will also try to imitate a child and imitate writing on the ground with my hooves.

That was the happiest time for me. Every day I looked forward to the reading ending earlier so that the child could come to accompany me earlier.

During those days, I vaguely felt that I was living as a human being.

However, a long time passed, I don’t know how long it was, but it was another happy day.

That day, several of my brothers were forcibly dragged out of the pig pen with hooks. The familiar sound of the pigs made me tremble all over. Later, I heard the butcher said that the pot was not enough and he would kill them again tomorrow. The last one.

I understand, he is talking about me.

I was so scared that day that I forgot to listen to the sound of reading.

After the reading ended, the child came again. He said to me, "Mr. Pig, you are my friend. I will not let you die. Now I will let you go. You have to keep running and run out of this town." Go to the mountains to the west, where no one will hurt you again!"

I nodded in understanding, and was let go by the child.

I clearly remember that the child's face was full of smiles. Finally, I ran westward according to what he said. Finally, I ran out of the town, went deep into the dense forest, entered the mountains, and gained freedom.

But in the next six months, I will still be chased and bitten by various ferocious beasts, and I am always on tenterhooks for fear that I will be eaten.

Until one day, I came across a cave, ate a fruit inside, and then turned into a monster, completely becoming a monster who knew how to speak human language.

It was also from then on that my thoughts were no longer chaotic and became clearer and more independent.

Later, I had some adventures and learned that I could become stronger with the help of the moonlight. I gradually became the overlord of that area. Even tigers and black bears would tremble with fear when they saw me.

It wasn't until I became what I am now that I realized that I really seemed to have become a human being.

I don’t know how long I spent in the mountains, but I know that all this was given to me by that little boy, so I should be a person who repays kindness as my husband said at home.

So I took advantage of the darkness to return to my former "home", and then I realized that the so-called home was actually a private school. Simply put, it was a place for children to study.

But I waited for several days but didn't see the little boy appear.

Later, I stole a black robe and wrapped it around myself so that no one would recognize me, so I asked people around me about the whereabouts of the child.

Finally, I learned that the child was originally from a poor family, and it was not easy for him to study. Later, he secretly let go of a pig from the private school teacher's house, so he was beaten up by the angry private school teacher, and finally hung in the room of the private school. The whole night on the beam.

Later, the private school teacher released the child and expelled him from the private school, not allowing him to study anymore. "

At this point, Mr. Pig suddenly stopped, but Mo Fan was attracted by the story and asked quickly: "What happened next? How did the child become?"

"Dead, because he was too seriously injured and died on the way home!"

When Mr. Zhu said this, he couldn't help gritting his teeth, his eyes seemed to turn red, and he said with hatred: "So I set fire to the private school, and captured the private school teacher, and asked him why he did what he did and what he did. The content in the teaching is different.”

"I once heard him tell children that the most important thing in life is to have a kind heart. If you have evil intentions, you will be no different from the monsters in the mountains."

"But how did he do it?"

"He killed a child alive! And that child was still his student!!"

"But there was no introspection in his answer. Instead, he took it as a matter of course. Just because the child let his pig go, he should be punished. As for why he died later, it had nothing to do with him."

"Ugh!"

When Mo Fan heard this, he couldn't help but sigh. Even if he didn't listen to the rest of the story, he basically understood what was going on.

The poor little pig demon was probably crushed by the complicated human heart.

In fact, as Mo Fan suspected, the private school teacher died and was eaten alive by the angry Mr. Pig.

It was precisely because the impact of this incident was so bad that it was even seen by people in the town, so it attracted a powerful monster hunter. Finally, after several hunts, Mr. Pig was caught by the monster hunter and was eventually sold. Enter the Spiritual Beast Courtyard in this city.

The story of Mr. Pig made Mo Fan sigh, and at the same time he was surprised by this guy's understanding. If he guessed correctly, Mr. Pig was influenced by the sound of reading in that private school day after day, so he opened up his wisdom, so that Later, I learned to imitate people’s reading and writing.

The name Mr. Pig seems to have come from that little boy.

To Mr. Pig, the little boy is extremely important, but why not to the little boy?

This bond between a pig and a human also reminded Mo Fan of the young monk named Yan Mo whom he had met before. There seemed to be some kind of bond between him and the fox named Yun Shang.

"Sir, your cultivation is higher than mine, and your knowledge must be deeper than mine. Tell me, did I do something wrong?"

Mr. Pig was a little confused and said to himself: "If I hadn't run away, maybe the little boy would have been fine, the private school wouldn't have been burned down, and the private school teacher wouldn't have died..."

"No, you did the right thing!"

Mo Fan said solemnly: "You just did something you thought was right, so don't have any psychological burden. If you want to blame, blame the world for being unfair!"

"Here we are, I need to go in and buy something, just wait for me here!"

Mo Fan suddenly stopped and looked up at the attic in front of him. There were also three unknown fonts on it.

He was about to step into the attic, but suddenly stopped, turned to look at Mr. Pig, and asked, "What are the words written on it?"

"My lord, what is engraved on the plaque is 'Hundred Arms Pavilion'!"

"Thank you!"

Mo Fan raised his lips slightly, no longer stopped, and stepped into the Baibing Pavilion.