Here the shadows of the trees are full of shadows, and the twilight sunset penetrates the jungle, reflecting a golden-red stream.
As far as the eye can see, the thick shade crosses the road, and the endless sea of clouds churns under the feet. If you listen carefully, you can only hear the chirping of insects and the occasional roar of a few beasts, coming from the dense forest in the distance that has fallen into the darkness.
This place is like an untouched mountain.
The strange thing is that there is a house in such a deep location.
Calling it a house is really good for face. This building is at best a thatched shack. I don’t know how careless the owner is. In the next second, people will kneel and kowtow. The low and low fences are sparsely tied, and pheasants can get in through the gaps without flapping their wings. In the yard, there is an extremely ugly wooden table, combined with the chopping board kitchen knives on the table. Judging from the unappetizing stove, it should be used for kitchens and dining rooms. At this time, the bamboo door of the thatched shed was wide open, and through the dim light, a bed could be seen inside, with a deer, a weasel and a wild dog squatting on the head of the bed.
This bizarre group gathered together, but they didn't fight. Other animals occasionally appeared outside the courtyard, and they all concentrated on capturing the breathless voices in the shed.
The next second, the leaves in the distance suddenly rustled.
The faint movement was heard by the wild beasts, but it was no less than the roar of the natural enemies. The animals who were poking their brains outside the fence immediately exploded and scattered, but in a flash, a thin figure was wrapped in the rich smell of blood and split the twilight. .
The person who came was not too tall, his half-length tousled hair was loosely gathered behind his head with only cloth strips, he was wearing a patchwork robe, and his skin was pale as he stretched out his bony arms under his rolled-up sleeves. There is no blood, and the image is very thin, like a beggar who has been hungry for three days and is about to start from the bridge hole to the tunnel across the street to beg for food.
However, in his seemingly weak palm, he was holding a wild boar that was about the size of a brown bear.
The wild boar's throat was slashed with precision and ruthlessness, and the blood trail dragged all the way. The night mountain breeze blew the hunter's disheveled hair. He raised his hand and folded it impatiently, revealing half of his blood-stained but handsome face.
Wei Xi came back with today's prey, and at a glance he knew what was going on in the house. He frowned and kicked the fence gate. The lectures in the thatched hut suddenly stopped. After a while, Wei Dedao's old voice floated out from inside: "Apprentice?"
Wei Xi threw the wild boar in front of the stove: "What did you put in again?"
The three animals listening to the scriptures in the room immediately retreated obediently. Before leaving, the stag nodded to Weixi with a very understanding face. The weasel and the wild dog met Weixi's eyes, and the butt tugged his legs. run.
Wei Xi went into the room to wash his face, and Wei Dedao, wearing a robe that was even more torn than him, lay on the bed and sighed: "Junior, junior, junior, and senior have been scared away by you."
Wei Xi ignored him. After washing his face, he found a pair of scissors to cut his head. His hair-cutting skills were ingenious, and in a blink of an eye, he repaired his own head.
Wei Dedao smiled, groped his hands to the table, and poured him a cup of cold tea: "Are you tired? Drink tea, drink tea."
Wei Xi and him looked at each other, Wei Dedao's eyes were wide open, staring at the void without focus, unaware.
The old man is blind.
He should not have been blind in the past, but when Wei Xi heard Wei Dedao bragging about his deeds of being chivalrous and righteous, his ears froze. Among them, the chapter where he brought his sect disciples out to kill the enemy decades ago was endless, repeated over and over again. mentioned. Speaking of the rise, he had to take Wei Xi to see the string of human heads hanging on the shelf in the backyard. Heads can never be fake, how can a blind man fight? It can be seen that he was not blind before.
But Weixi was only skeptical about the authenticity of most of his stories. For example, he said that his sect was well-known in the practice world, with hundreds of disciples, and he also said that his cultivation base was profound and knowledgeable. But for so many years, Wei Dedao has been living in this thatched hut, which is even worse than a beast's cave, eating bran and chomping vegetables. Weixi has never seen a single one of the famous Zongmen Xianshan and hundreds of thousands of Zongmen disciples. This old man said that he has a high level of cultivation, why is he still blind and old now
Wei Xi was full of ridicule, but didn't bother to reveal that he was not a talkative person, and actually lacked interest in other things. When Wei Dedao made him work, he usually sat quietly in the yard in a daze, hungry, and then went out to grab something to feed his stomach.
His fate with this old Taoist also went a long way. Wei Dedao said that Wei Xi was a wild ghost he had picked up in the past, and he had been taking care of him as if he had come out. Closed disciples, this kindness can be said to be as deep as mountains and seas, and it is impossible to repay. The former Wei Xi has no way to refute. He has lived with this old Taoist for an unknown number of years, and he has been what he is now since he was conscious. The memory of the past is also fragmented and difficult to sort out. However, after taking care of him carefully, it is obviously bullshit to treat him as his own. Wei Dedao eats and sleeps all day long in addition to lecturing scriptures. If he hadn't been a cow and a horse every day, this old man is still digging grass roots to eat.
Wei Dedao began to repeat the old tune again.
"My Taicang sect has been established for thousands of years, and is highly respected in the practice world. There are countless disciples in the sect... You are my closed disciple. In the future, after you inherit the mantle and become the 62nd generation head, you must take the light of the gate as your responsibility..." The old man As he spoke, he dug around under the bed again, and found a dusty cloth bag filled with pieces of silver nuggets. The surface of the silver block has turned black, and the engraving on the flaky round silver block that should be a portrait is a mess of rust. Wei Dedao set aside the ingot-shaped silver block, then blew at the flaky silver block, raised it to his ear and listened, "...I don't know which emperor is sitting outside now after the war is over. Forget about him, anyway, the world is peaceful, and the money will definitely come in handy. This money can be collected well, this is the key to our comeback after the birth of the dispatcher... "
Wei Xi put down the glass, got up and left.
"Wait." Wei Dedao stopped Da Yang and stopped him, "What's for dinner tonight?"
Wei Xi: "Roast wild boar legs."
Wei Dedao has always had a lot of opinions on food: "Can't you cook braised pork?"
Wei Xi replied, "No."
Wei Dedao grabbed him and stuffed the red envelope to please the ground: "Boil the braised pork, the roast pork leg is not easy to digest, and of course the wild boar will be braised."
Wei Xi picked it up and took a look, only to find that Wei Dedao handed him the jade pendant that he never left his body. Wei Xi seemed to know by nature that this was a good baby, and this was the only proof for so many years that he felt that the old Taoist priest's past might not be completely open-minded, but now he was casually given it by this stingy old man for a bite of braised pork. Own.
He frowned and stared at the jade pendant: "Isn't this your head seal?"
Wei Dedao didn't change his face: "Do you really believe it? I'm bragging."
Wei Xi's eyes were fixed on his face, and he suddenly realized something: "You are dying."
Wei Dedao blew his beard: "You really know how to chat. I lived for more than 500 years, but I am a mortal, how can a mortal not die?"
Wei Xi didn't want to argue with him, so he handed back the jade pendant expressionlessly: "I don't have a body, so I can't get out of this mountain, you'd better ask someone else."
Wei Dedao didn't pick it up, he just crawled back to the bed with a smile, and collapsed into a sheet on the straw mat. He tilted his head and looked in the direction of Wei Xi, his blind eyes seemed to have focus at this moment, and he looked bright: "Since one hundred and twenty years ago, when the Tao of Heaven fell, the spiritual energy collapsed, and the realm of practitioners fell one after another, I have I know that my generation will have this day sooner or later. But decades ago, I still accompanied your brothers and sisters to leave the sect, joined the WTO and returned to their hometown, and started killing. Practitioners should not interfere in mortal affairs, so I was blind. , your brothers and sisters don't know where they went... But I still have no regrets. Disciple, do you know what cultivation is?"
"It's bullshit." Weixi asked, "Do you still want to eat?"
"Forget it, anyway, you will know sooner or later." Wei Dedao didn't force it, he looked back at the top of Void's head, his condensed pupils lost focus again, and he only muttered with conviction, "I want to eat braised pork..."
After the cheating was over, he finally closed his eyes and lay on his back, as quiet as if he had fallen asleep.
Wei Xi stood there for a while, then turned around and stepped out the door.
Holding the knife, he watched the wild boar he dragged back in the evening.
Ever since he can remember, I don't know if it's because of his lack of a body. He often feels hungry and has a great appetite, and he hardly ever gets enough to eat. Therefore, for similar prey as usual, after he split his legs and gave it to Wei, he swallowed the rest in one bite.
But today, he didn't want to touch it.
The stove burns all night, and the aroma of braised pork wafts across the valley.
Until dawn broke, there was no sound of Wei Dedao urging to eat. Wei Xi sat cross-legged in front of the stove looking at the sky, and saw the sound of the charcoal fire going out. He just regained his senses and stood up silently.
He found a place in the backyard that was pleasing to the eye, shoveled a hole with a shovel, and then went back to the house and hugged Wei Dedao, who was already cold.
Wei Dedao usually kept his mouth tightly shut without a moment's chatter. Wei Xi put him down and thought about it, then dug a small hole for him next to him, dragged him to a shelf in the backyard, and hung his head on it for an unknown number of years. Those who were already air-dried, which the old man was proud of, fell into it.
The skeletons are smooth, round and lovely, with wide eye sockets, rolling in the deep pit, looking very delicious.
But Wei Dedao never let him eat these.
Weixi stood in front of the two pits, suddenly hungry and dazed.
There was the sound of rustling footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw that there were hundreds of wild animals outside the fence. Jackals, tigers and leopards, chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep are all those who love to listen to Wei Dedao preaching on weekdays. When Wei Xi saw them, he immediately became even more hungry: the mountain was uninhabited, so there were a lot of animals that opened their minds, which were obviously convenient and great supplements, but Wei did not allow him to eat them. Wei Dedao is very annoying, so he usually has to travel all the way to find ordinary prey.
The stag with strong horns at the front met his eyes, and his calf was shaking obviously, but he still supported Weixi and nodded his neck, and then walked to the pit of Wei Dedao and put down the wild grass he brought.
Wei Xi stared at them for a while, and finally walked away, letting them come forward to worship.
No one came empty-handed, even the wild dog had a pheasant in its mouth. Wei Xi sat cross-legged in front of the tattered fence, watching the rations that he had coveted for many years under the restraint of Wei Dedao but had never eaten come and go, his heart was so silent that he couldn't make any waves.
Until the weasel who finished offering the eggs came to him.
Wei Xi leaned his head against the fence, his eyes from top to bottom, lazily: "Are you courting death?"
As soon as the weasel's tail exploded, he instinctively turned around and ran for his life. After escaping two steps, he slowed down, and after taking one step, he turned back three times, and the eyes of the thief were full of infinite desire.
This is meant to lead the way. Wei Xi originally didn't want to talk about it, but seeing Wei Dedao's tomb full of melons and fruits, he was so at a loss that he didn't know what to do, so he got up and followed.
Followed by the hungry boss, the weasel ran as fast as lightning, and soon led Wei Xi to a mountain wall. Wei Xi recognized at a glance that this was the edge of the mountain and the end of his hunting range for decades. He has been here countless times, and every time he is blocked by an invisible barrier because he has no physical body.
The enchantment of this mountain is the door god that protects the living beings in the mountain from the outside world, and it is also the shackle that traps the souls of the living in the mountain from being unable to reincarnate normally.
This place is independent of the world, and even ghosts never set foot here, so the souls who died here, if they can’t find someone to explain the scriptures and transcendence, they can only stay there day after day, becoming a bondage place where obsessions are hard to disappear and look for substitutes. spirit.
However, there were very few ferocious ghosts in the mountains, and Weixi occasionally caught a few to eat in the early days of Kai Lingzhi, but he never saw it again.
It's a pity, the ghost is heavy with yin, and the feeling of fullness is actually much stronger than that of pheasants and wild boars...
Wei Xi's thoughts changed, and then he came back to think, what did the weasel bring him here
The weasel in front suddenly stopped and let out a long cry.
Wei Xi knew what it did with him.
At the barrier of the mountain wall in front, there has always been only a place where weeds are overgrown, but now there is a dead body lying quietly.
This is to find something delicious to offer to the boss.