"Our mountain has a mountain god."
In the rainy mountain forest, an old man with a pipe and smoking a dry cigarette sat on a pony bar, looked out at the heavy rain, and said something intentionally or unintentionally.
The three men with backpacks in the temple sheltering from the rain looked at each other, the older one shook his head, and the remaining two sturdy young men squatted together and pretended to be dumb.
The mountains full of trees are coiled, and the fog on the mountain dissipated. When it was about to rain, they came to this temple halfway up the mountain. The bluestone slabs were newly laid, and the paint and decorations of the small temple were very new. It looks like it was just built a few years ago.
I don't know where the rich people came from, so they invested money here to build temples.
The village at the foot of the mountain is also relatively backward economically, there is not even a mobile phone, and there is only an old man guarding the temple, which poses no threat to them, and the mountain gods mentioned by the old people are more like nonsense to them.
The mountain rain stopped soon, and the mountains surrounded by water vapor were emerald green. From the door of the small temple, the scenery was surprisingly beautiful.
The three men with backpacks saw that the rain had stopped, and after waiting for a while, they stood up and prepared to set off. Before leaving, the older man said softly to the old man guarding the small temple, "Thank you."
The old man's dark wrinkled face lifted, took a puff of smoke, and exhaled slowly.
"After this temple, the mountain is a forbidden area. Younger people~ There are mountain gods on this mountain, the old man will not lie to you."
"Understood, thank you old man."
The middle-aged man smiled lightly, turned and left the small temple.
The old man shook his head as they walked towards the back of the mountain, his pipe lightly knocked on the door rail.
"Young people don't listen to persuasion... alas..."
"Uncle Tai, what did the old man talk deeply about?" The sturdy man who walked into the forest and soaked in rain asked in a low voice.
The middle-aged man called Uncle Tai shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just feudal superstition."
"Oh." The man responded and asked again, "Uncle Tai, do you think we can hunt the goods?"
Uncle Tai replied: "Naturally it is possible. The information I got is very accurate. Some people have seen musk deer (an endangered species) in this mountain. Even if there is no musk deer, such a large undeveloped forest covers an area of monkeys and musk deer. There are countless rare animals, enough for us to visit."
"You're right."
The young man stopped talking, and the man who had been silent next to him said coldly: "It's a good time, just after the rain, the animals will crawl out to find food. At this time, we quickly put the traps in place, and when we succeed, we will Go down the other side of the mountain and someone will pick us up."
After he finished speaking, the three quickly followed the traces of the grass and trees, skillfully carried the backpack to reveal the tools inside, and started to lay traps around the mountain.
Their movements were very fast. In a short while, the traps and the wire for the common small animals were ready. The three of them had very high survival skills in the wild. They found a sheltered place where the rocks were raised, and started to set fire below. The pot is waiting quietly.
The rain has passed, the two front legs are short and the hind legs are long, the hoof is small and the ears are big, the brown musk deer the size of a sheep hops through the dewy grass, the black nose sniffs the smell in the air, and the two Only the watery eyes of the deer reflect the forest where they live.
Except for wolves and other carnivorous beasts, they have never seen other dangerous musk deer chasing each other, making soft calls, and the absence of the smell of beasts in the air reassures them.
But suddenly, one of the musk deer slammed down to the ground and screamed, the trap clamped its forelimbs fiercely, the serrations sank into its flesh and blood, and cut its bones straight!
The hornless deer-like musk deer wailed in pain. It struggled to break free, but the steel teeth were pinched even deeper. The leg was about to be pinched off, and the flesh was attached to it. Because of its struggle, the thick blood was sticking to it. Thick rolls on the green leaves.
The other musk deer, who was next to his companion, ran away in a panic.
But after a while, it ran back, finding no predators, kneeling on the ground with its forelegs, bewildered and pressing its head against the body of its companion.
Try to make it stand up.
However, the deer musk deer that was caught lost a leg, and after standing several times, he could not stand normally, and could only lie on the spot, with tears streaming out of his big dark eyes.
The rest of the musk deer actually lay down with it, licked the body of its companion, and kept warm with it.
The two little creatures let out a soft chirping, their necks crossed, and they shivered against each other. The smell of blood was so strong that it would definitely attract other predators.
But they are still not separated...
It was getting dark, and the three poachers looked at the weather outside.
"Let's go, close the net and have a look. If you don't have it, go to the mountain rock."
"Got it."
The three quickly passed through the knee-length bushes and separated the nets.
Half an hour later, they reunited. The middle-aged man was empty-handed, but took out a transparent box from his backpack. Inside was a snake with beautiful patterns and bright colors, with a head shaped like a soldering iron. He opened his mouth wide at several people and made a biting action.
"My God! Such a good 'mountain goods'! How did you catch Uncle Tai on a rainy day? This is too awesome!"
The two young men looked surprised and surprised.
Uncle Tai raised the corners of his lips, "There is a snake hole in Tuya over there. I watched it when I got off the net. What's so great about it, you'll know after walking with me a few more times."
"How much does this cost..."
The young man muttered a few times and brought out his harvest.
Two sturdy young men, one had nothing to gain, and the other was carrying a white fox with beautiful coat stained with blood. The fox was the size of a medium-sized dog. Although the fur was wet, it could be seen that it must be very slippery after cleaning.
"Second child, where is your mountain product?" The young man who always had a cold face frowned.
The second child scratched his head and said with a smile: "I got a wolf cub over there. It's not easy to hold grudges for something like a wolf, so I strangled it and threw it away. Don't worry, I covered the smell with medicine."
Uncle Tai didn't say anything, the cold-faced young man snorted.
"Let's go to the cliff, where we still have animal traps, but the first day is too naive like the original musk deer. It is estimated that we will live in the mountains for a few days."
Uncle Tai estimated so.
But when they saw two musk deer in the dark night, all three were stunned.
Greedy eyes widened, looking at the small animals in front of them with their necks intertwined and relying on each other, as if these two lives had become stacks of banknotes piled up in front of them!
"Silent!" Uncle Tai lowered his voice and pulled the two excited young people, "Second child, anesthesia needle!"
"it is good!"
Afraid of disturbing the 'banknotes' over there, the second child took out a tin box from his backpack, opened it, and inside was the kind of anesthesia needle that was blown.
The forest at night is eerie, the trees are tall, and only a few rays of light fall from the moonlight, which is almost useless except to add some horror effects.
The metal iron pipes are aimed at the small animals snuggling up against each other.
"Crash!"
The leaves behind the three of them suddenly moved without wind, and the three of them immediately looked behind them vigilantly.
A person who did not know when was standing behind them without knowing it!
And in the dark night, the long silver hair slanted down, a few strands of hair seemed to be shining, the red ancient costume robe was windless and automatic, feminine and handsome, not like a real person's face was very pale, the most terrifying thing was, This person's eyes are long and narrow, and the pupils are scarlet and terrifying occupying the entire eye socket!
The red lines on the eyebrows are as bright as snow, and this look reminds people of red-clothed evil spirits and cannibalistic monsters in the mountains! When You Qi saw the three of them turn around, he slowly raised the corners of his lips and showed a smile...
The three pairs of black pupils instantly shrank into needles!
It was also at this moment that Uncle Tai remembered the old man's words: There is a mountain god in our mountain.
Before they could shout, a pair of thin palms had already covered their vision...
"Squeak, squeak, squeak."
The bones made a pleasant crunch.
The cloth was beautifully embroidered with ancient ornaments, and the red and black robes swept across the three men lying on the ground, walking through the weeds and bushes, and the water droplets fell on the flaming clothes and could not be soaked at all, and fell round to the ground.
The musk deer was so startled that it jumped up and ran away, but it didn't run too far, staring at them with round black eyes.
The mountain god—or rather, he squatted beside the injured musk deer. Small animals are always more sensitive than humans to danger and existences that are more fierce than themselves.
This is also the case with this small deer musk deer, which is obediently lying on its stomach, its body trembles slightly but does not dare to struggle.
The steel animal trap was easily broken by two seemingly weak and boneless hands. Wen Feng cut the palm of his hand and blood fell on the injured leg of the other party. After a while, the broken position quickly healed.
"Go."
He said lightly, watching the little thing stand up and run towards his companion, then turned to the three people lying on the ground...
The next day, the sky was bright, the door of the small temple on the mountainside opened, and the old man's foot was taken back before it hit the ground.
He looked at the three people who were lying at the entrance of the temple and sighed.
"Lateral cubs, don't listen to persuasion!"
The old man was smoking a pipe and smoking a dry cigarette. He turned around and skillfully took out a brazier. After lighting the fire, he didn't know what he threw into it, but the red smoke rose.
The villagers of the village at the foot of the mountain laughed when they saw the red smoke on the mountain.
"Is it the three backpackers who climbed the mountain yesterday? I just saw them as dogs, but they always look like thieves! The poaching bastards have been caught by our mountain gods!"
The other men also followed, some went to the county to call the police, and some followed the village chief to the mountain to tie people up.
Between words, this kind of thing has happened countless times.
In just a few years, more than a dozen poachers have been arrested in this mountain range, and they have attracted the attention of many people. Even the reputation of the mountain god has been promoted by the locals, and it has gradually grown...
In the tomb palace, the man who hurried back from the outside was soaked with cold air. He was expressionless but very quickly passed through the long tomb passage and the prosperous and magnificent palace.
The silver thread was flying, and when he came to a small pavilion on a cliff, the expression on his face eased, like a glacier melting, his eyes were stained with warmth, and his lips were also smiling.
Someone's waist-thick chain connects the platform in the middle of the void, and the red acacia tree that has been burning silently for thousands of years stands there.
Suddenly, the head of a red big lizard appeared on the platform, and on the back of the big lizard was riding a small soft child wearing a tiger hat.
"Daddy! You're fat!"
The child saw his grape-like water and clear eyes revealing a happy feeling, and called him with his teeth not fully grown.
"Um."
Wen Feng responded lightly, a few jumped lightly and landed on the platform, and then picked up the child with softer eyebrows.
"How is your mother today?"
The little girl said vaguely: "Liang Qing, give it to the general Gu Si!"
tell a story...
Wen Fengjin held the child who was too soft and smelled of milk in his arms and walked to the double coffin.
In the coffin lay a man lying on his side, his handsome and gentle cheeks were sunken in layers of fabric, his red robe was loose and messy, and the black and red tie ropes with tassels and fish beads were scattered and scattered, and his long black hair was meandering. Circling, very beautiful.
"Liang Qing! I'm hungry!"
The child looked at the person in the coffin and called him milkily.
Wang Xiaoba, who was in the coffin, was drowsy. She sat up in a daze, without opening her eyes, she reached out and groped for the little girl, then hugged the little thing to her chest and lay back.
A low laugh sounded, and Mu Yi, who had been taking care of the child for a long time, yawned tiredly. Warm baby is very caring
Wen Fengjing sat on the edge of the coffin and bent down, his silver hair coldly covered the two people in the coffin, and his pink lips pressed against the sleepy and confused Wang Xiaobaa's forehead.
The man's breath was covered, Wang Xiaoba mumbled vaguely in his sleep and still didn't wake up. The little girl giggled and covered her mouth and laughed. She was also happy when she heard the wind. She pecked his eyelids with her lips, and her lips were lightly clamped. Long eyelashes.
After a while, the sleeping man finally woke up.
Wang Xiaoba hugged the child with one arm and sat up struggling, leaning lazily against the inner wall of the coffin, staring at the wind.
"Don't touch me in front of the children!" Wang Xiaoba raised her face, "You've taught our dog eggs badly!"
Dog eggs are exported.
Originally blinking, the little girl who snickered lost her smile instantly, and pouted at her vicious mother.
Wen Fengjin was also silent for a few minutes before saying, "... She's a girl."
"You chose this name." Wang Xiaobaa looked at the milk doll ruthlessly, "If you want to blame it, blame your father, it was your father who opened the mouth first!"
The girl looked at Wen Fengjin with tears in her eyes.
"… "
It was because of an oolong that he gave his righteous daughter such a name two years ago. Under the aggrieved eyes of his daughter and the fierce sneer of his lover, his face sank and he chose to change the topic.
Younger daughter: "..." I'm looking for my stepfather.
"... Three days ago, I received news from An Kai that the purple-haired zombie buried with him has successfully transformed into a red-haired zombie."
"It's so fast, didn't you say you would wait three or four years the year before last?"
Wang Xiaoba was surprised.
It has been six years since they experienced Yiyan. In the past six years, they adopted a baby, and An Kai also returned to Qishan and lived with his little Zimao in peace, but they would send messages every once in a while. information.
As for the white jade...
In the past six years, he had received a letter from Bai Yu once, and the letter contained nothing but a photo.
In the photo, Bai Yu is sitting in the middle of the bright sofa in the house with a smile on his face. On the right is a puppet exactly like Xiao An, and on the left is a puppet with the same words...
One person and two dolls both looked at the camera with happy expressions, as if they were the happiest family.
As for Wang Xiaobaa, who received this photo, his hair was standing upright, and he let Wen Fengjing burn the photo at that time.
[The author has something to say: Thank you for your reward, kneel and thank you
@王 Chenruxian: Wangchen Ruxian gave the trilobite x2 to "I and the old man go to sleep in the coffin".]