Chapter 1300: Human and demon, Great Saint Kunpeng (Part 2)

The low thatched hut, the dirty alley, an old man with a strange shape, and dozens of dirty children gathered around him attracted Zhang Fan's attention.

The old man had a unkempt face, his pale hair had not been cleaned for many years, and he was entangled together, as if he was a rope in the mud. His face was covered with wrinkles, like deep cracks on the yellow soil, filled with dirt, looking hazy and blurry, and he could not see his appearance at all.

The old man was dressed and his body was completely invisible because he was curled up in a half-human jar, with only his head and two arms exposed.

This abnormal behavior of sitting in a trap is enough to attract people's attention, let alone what the old man is doing at this time.

The two thin arms he stretched out were struggling to pinch pieces from the clay piled by the urn, kneading them in his hands, forming clay sculptures.

The children gathered around were these slowly forming clay statues.

Zhang Fan's eyes turned and soon condensed on the clay sculptures. These clay sculptures were not human-shaped, but strange beasts.

"This is……"

Those children might just be just a fun and ask for fun, but they don’t understand what these clay sculptures are, but they immediately became different in Zhang Fan’s eyes.

"Qilin, Baize, Qiulong, Qiongqi, Zhuque, Chaos, Taotie, Xiezhi..."

Identify one by one, and the names that caused turbulent waves in ancient times were spit out from Zhang Fan's mouth. Most of them are the original bodies of ancient demon gods, and they are also the most powerful ancient divine beasts.

It was not difficult for Zhang Fan to identify these powerful monsters in the ancient monsters. The old man in the jar did not imagine kneading them casually. The ancient monsters he kneaded had innate charm, and looked straight as if time had turned back to the ancient world, and he saw them in person.

Such methods are similar to the sugar man Zhang Fan and the Peacock Palm Wheel King when he joked, and there are even more. At least from these clay sculptures, the old man in the jar's insight into these ancient monsters is far more than Zhang Fan's understanding of the ancient monsters.

While Zhang Fan was pondering, the children were not noisy. They suppressed their desires and quietly watched the old man in the jar. Until the old man in the jar breathed a sigh of relief and stopped, they cheered and swarmed up to grab one of them in their hands.

"Seventy-one..."

Before being snatched by the children, Zhang Fan glanced at the clay sculptures and saw them all, and the number suddenly made a strange color flash in his eyes.

"It's you, the Great Sage of Kunpeng"

Zhang Fan sighed in his heart, not knowing what it felt like for a moment.

The ancient monsters were pinched with hands and became seventy-one, and the number of Earthly Demons was reduced. The only one was missing. The great monster Kunpeng was missing. If you didn't understand that this person was the Great Saint Kunpeng, one of the seventy-two ancient artifacts of the Dharma Xiang Sect, then you would really have eyes and no beads.

The children who surrounded the old man in the jar did not scatter after snatching the clay sculptures, but had long been used to them, lined up one by one, holding the clay sculptures they had snatched to the old man in the jar.

The old man in the jar kept moving his hands, woven a chain-like thing with the straw rope placed beside the jar, putting the clay sculptures on it and hanging them on the children's necks, and he couldn't help but kindly reminded: "Don't forget to hang it, if it breaks, then ask my grandfather for it."

Every child, the old man in the jar, carefully reminded him once, and the same words were repeated seventy-one times, but he was not annoyed and still spoke meticulously.

Those children just grew up in slums, and the better ones are taken care of by their parents. They have to make a living by themselves at a young age. Most of them do not have much education. They often don’t even say thank you, and turn their heads and run away. I don’t know if the old man in the jar is listening to it.

Even so, the old man in the jar still kept reminding him, smiling kindly, and watching the children happily playing with the clay sculptures around their necks, running away from playing.

His kind smile never changed when facing the children. Only once an adult came to look for his own children, his face suddenly became dark, like the haze before the rainstorm, which made the adult who had wanted to say hello swallow his words and retreat embarrassedly.

But in a moment, as the children's hearts dissipated with satisfaction, there was nothing else in the lurking alley that seemed a little congested except for the urn Fei and Zhang Fan.

At this time, the old man in the jar seemed to have not noticed Zhang Fan's existence, and relaxed, leaned obliquely against the wall of the jar, raised his head and looked at the sky without any focus.

Due to the demonic energy, the ancient city is hazy all year round. That is, at the short time when the sun is at its peak, thin sunlight barely penetrates through the demonic energy and sprinkles into the ancient city.

I think the place where the old man in the jar is located was not chosen at will. It is the place where the nearby alleys are left and right and left and right, and can fully enjoy the sunshine.

The old man in the jar may have been too tired, closed his eyes weakly, put his arms on the mouth of the jar, and just shining on the sun, as if he was in a deep sleep, motionless.

After a moment, a shadow suddenly enveloped the old man in the jar and the big jar under him. The already thin sunlight was completely blocked.

The shadow casts on the ground, climbing up the walls of the alley, and takes an elongated human shape.

The old man in the jar frowned, slightly opened his filthy eyelids and glanced at him, then closed it weakly, and said vaguely: "No... don't block my sunshine..."

The sound is blurry and low and weak, and the ears are slightly worse, I am afraid that I can only mumble and not listen to it in a real way.

"How come King Dapeng became an old man in a jail?"

With a sigh, Zhang Fan's voice echoed in the alley, and he himself stood in front of the old man in the jar.

Standing here, a foul smell swelled, like a pile of fertilizer, or something rotting, making people unable to help but want to cover their noses and run away.

Before, those children, if they had not grown up in civilian settlements since childhood, would have long been used to being dirty and adapted to the stench, they would have been unbearable to the smell waiting for the clay sculpture.

Regarding this, Zhang Fan's expression did not change at all, but looked down at the old man in the jar's movements stagnated by his words.

After a while, the old man in the jar trembled for a moment, and then he returned to calm. Only a weak voice came from his trembling lips: "There is nothing big Peng King's little sparrow here, only the old man in the jar. Don't interfere with my sunbathing."

Zhang Fan shook his head when he heard this, pointed his hand at the sky and said lightly: "It's not me who blocks your sunshine and blocks your sunshine."

Before he finished speaking, with a "boom", a huge gap was penetrated by the demon cloud above. The sunshine that had been depressed for a long time was pouring down, dyeing the old man in the jar into golden color.

“Ah~”

Without warning, while the sunlight came, the old man in the jar screamed, and a trace of white air emerged from his body, as if he had been roasted by the hot sunlight.

"So you can't get the sun anymore."

"But if you eat too much, you can't resolve the anger? The unjust soul will not disperse it, and you will be entangled?"

Zhang Fan shook his head and continued with a little pity: "If you think that what you do is right and wrong, your anger will naturally not exist, and your soul will disappear immediately. There are many wild beasts that can eat people, and monsters will harm you endlessly. The demon king has ravaged the world, and never saw them afraid of the sunshine like this."

"King Dapeng, why are you in a conflict? Why do you think it's wrong?"

Every word and sentence of Zhang Fan, accompanied by the hot sunlight, was like a sharp knife, slaughtering the old man in the jar one by one. He finally couldn't bear it and roared wildly:

"shut up"

At the same time, the old man in the jar suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Zhang Fan. As he shouted and raised his head, the demonic energy in the sky surged, gathering into dark clouds, blocking the cracked gap tightly.

As the demonic aura spread, a trace of black air appeared on the old man in the jar, and the eyes that suddenly opened were even more blood red, as if a sea of ​​blood was churning in it.

The big urn trembled violently. The body of the old man in the urn seemed to be expanding in the urn, which could burst out at any time. A faint bloodthirsty aura filled the alley and gradually became thicker.

"Is there any mistake in what Zhang said? King Dapeng, you might as well point it out."

Zhang Fan was unmoved and still said lightly, listening to the old man in the jar was like adding fuel to the fire.

"I'll let you stop"

The old man in the jar suddenly became sharp, as if the harshness of the eagle struck the sky and cut through the wind and clouds.

His eyes became blood redder, and he looked at Zhang Fan, who was not allowed to stand out. His aura kept rising, and there was a strong demonic energy filling the alley.

Just at this moment, a tender voice came in from the alley with a crying voice:

"Grandpa...Woooooooooooooooooooooooooo...Grandpa..."

With this sound, there was a "thump" sound, and the sound of a small person rushing towards me crying and not observing the scene of falling to the ground.

“…Old man ~”

The heavier the crying sound, the sound was already at the entrance of the alley.

"I……"

The old man in the jar opened his mouth, but no sound came. The fierce aura that he wanted to choose someone was condensed and then retreated like a tide.

He looked at the entrance of the alley and looked at Zhang Fan again. He raised and lowered his thin and dark arm, as if he was hesitant.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan shook his head, sighed, took off two steps, and remained silent.

The old man in the jar was happy to see this, nodded at him, and then said to the outside of the alley: "Be careful, kid, and wait."

The voice is gentle and kind, and the concern is beyond words.

While speaking, the demonic aura filled with the alley was swallowed by him and was stored cleanly in his breath. When the crying child ran into the alley, the surroundings had returned to their original appearance.

"Grandpa... look... wuwu~"

It was a boy of six or seven years old. He spread his black hands in front of the old man in the jar, regardless of his broken knee.

In his hand was a broken clay sculpture, with a broken fresh hemp rope hanging on it.

"Don't cry, my son, grandpa will give you a better one, don't cry."

While coaxing the child, the old man in the jar quickly made a clay sculpture with clay, which was more exquisite than before, and put on a hemp rope and hung it around the child's neck.

The child's face is the April day, with the clouds and sunshine changing rapidly, and he was wearing new clay sculptures, and he couldn't let go of it. His little face, which was originally crying, was immediately filled with a smile.

"Thank you, grandpa."

The child thanked politely and jumped away happily. The pain of falling before seemed to have disappeared, so he ran out of the alley to show off to his friends.

Looking at his simple joy and clear smile, the old man in the jar's face was like a chrysanthemum blooming, full of smiles, and there was a bit of innocence in it.

After a while, he turned his head, nodded at Zhang Fan, and said, "Thank you."

"No." Zhang Fan shook his head and said, "King Dapeng, since you eat people, why should you care about children?"

"A child is human, is it not human to become a human?"

As he said that, he took a step forward and stood again in front of the old man in the jar, spreading his palm, and a broken clay sculpture lying in his palm, which was left by the child before.

In the eyes of those children, this clay sculpture may be just a fun toy, but when it falls into Zhang Fan's hands, a faint golden light is flashing.

At the core of the golden light, at the center of the clay sculpture, there is a small drop of golden blood remaining. The breath on it is powerful, as if it is taken from the blood of some powerful monster - to be precise, the blood of the golden-winged roc.

With this small drop of golden-winged roc blood, Zhang Fan thought of the previous advice from the old man in the jar to the children, and just wanted to figure it out.

"Since you have used this method to protect these children from devouring them, why not just eat people?"
To be continued...