When Lu Chen was twelve years old, he dug up a human bone in the back mountain. On the bone was engraved: The spiritual vein is alive, and it is picking people to eat. He is the ninth generation mountain guard. The blood of the Lu family has been tied to Qingya Mountain for generations and cannot escape. When he was seventeen years old, his spiritual veins turned around. He cut open his palm and fed the stone slab with his own blood for the first time. For the next twenty years, he swept stone steps, grew vegetables, raised a lame yellow dog, cut his hands every few months, and watched the mountains eat his mother and father, waiting for his turn. His spiritual veins had been withered for too long, and people from outside had stopped coming. He thought this was good. But the female teacher from Bailu Academy came with the imperial decree to develop spiritual veins for monks all over the world to practice. Lu Chen opened the mountain door. The spiritual pulse woke up, but it didn't eat anyone. On the last night, he returned to the entrance, cut his palm open and pressed it against the stone slab - the stone slab did not absorb. The spiritual veins no longer need the blood of the Lu family. At dawn, he walked through the old locust tree at the foot of the mountain for one, two, and three miles without vomiting blood. After three hundred years of guarding the mountain, he felt lighter.
I really know how to eat people and I can't stop.