The entrance to the cave is narrow, bending down and walking about ten meters, and suddenly it opens up.
The ground covered with dead leaves can accommodate seven or eight adults, and it is not crowded.
The hole is shallow, and it's already at the end.
On the wall of the cave, there are crooked words drawn, and if you look closely, you can see what is the glyph of Brother Niu, Cuihua Sister, life and death. "...... here" Mao Xiaoyu was surprised.
Could such a small cave be the second home of the mountain god?
"Oh, here.
It is one of the secret places for the tryst of young boys and girls near Fengshan.
The mountain god was casual: "I have discovered it before, it is really a good place for Tibetans." ” "Huh."
Mao Xiaoyu covered her nose, no wonder she came in with an indescribable strange smell.
She couldn't look directly at the haystack laid underground.
Perhaps, there are boys and girls who can't hold their hands rolling over the sheets, ah, no, over the haystacks?
Luo Bo glanced at her, kicked the pile of dead grass aside with his foot, and then grabbed it with his bare hands, and had an extra mat in his hand.
The mountain god watched him take things from the air, and he was not without jealousy: "The technique is good." ” "Sit down."
Luo Bo let Mao Xiaoyu and Peanut sit down, and at the same time sat down cross-legged, and beckoned to the mountain god: "Please take a seat." ” "Hmph."
The mountain god thought about it, and it was not a matter to stand, so he reluctantly sat down, and then: "You wait."
Watch me show my hand. ” "We'll see."
Mao Xiaoyu applauded gently.
The mountain god clasped his hands together, lowered his eyes, and said something in his mouth.
Not long after, on the mat, there was a plate of fruit in the air.
"Wow."
Mao Xiaoyu exclaimed: "This, this is also ......"
"It's not."
The mountain god opened his eyes, and his tone was light, in fact, with a little pride: "This is not a teleportation. ” "That's ......," Mao Xiaoyu asked seriously.
"Porterage."
The mountain god spat out the answer.
Stunned for a moment, Mao Xiaoyu clapped his hands vigorously, and at the same time poked peanuts and Luo Bo, and smiled: "Wow, the mountain god is so powerful, good means, good skills!"
” This sycophant is very useful.
Peanuts also clapped their hands obediently.
It's just that Luo Bo's expression was flat, and he opened his mouth to vomit: It's just a good thing, and the means are so powerful?
The mountain god quite appreciated Mao Xiaoyu's natural unpretentious attitude, and his mouth was gentle: "You guys, what are you doing in Fengshan?"
” "We're here to find a friend."
Mao Xiaoyu replied cautiously: "She has been to Fengshan.
It's a woman, very beautiful. ” The mountain god's face changed: "Very beautiful woman?
When did it come?
” "A few days ago."
The mountain god frowned: "She's alone?
” "According to witnesses, it was a person, but we know it is not."
"What do you mean?"
Luo Bo got straight to the point: "A bald donkey who claims to be a high-ranking monk brought her here.
She's a junior basilis. ” "Huh?"
The mountain god was shocked, and his upper body leaned back: "High monk, snake demon?
” Luo Bo and Mao Xiaoyu are headed.
Peanut innocently asked: "Grandpa Mountain God, do you know where Aunt Wei is?"
” "Needless to ask, it must be in the River Temple?"
The mountain god was gloomy: "After so many years, they still don't change."
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But I can't do anything about them. ” "What the hell is going on?"
"It's a long story."
"It's okay, we have time and want to hear it."
The mountain god was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you know why the River God Temple is built at the foot of Fengshan?"
” Shaking his head in unison, Luo Bo asked, "Is the river god a fisherman?"
” "Yes."
Many, many years ago, Fengcheng was still a fishing village.
Most of the people in the village make a living from fishing.
Life is tight.
One day, Ah Jin, the youngest and best fisherman in the village, died in the Yuan River.
The people of the village are very strange.
It's not the season when the Yuan River is rising, how could Ah Jin drown in the river inexplicably?
Ah Jin is a good fisherman, and his underwater skills are second to none in the village.
Because Ah Jin is an orphan and his parents are dead, it is the villagers who help him deal with the funeral.
Who knows, on the first night of the burial, the whole village dreamed of Akinto's dream.
When I woke up, everyone had the same strange dream.
At the beginning, the villagers didn't pay attention to how they should live their lives.
However, after a few accidents, I remembered Ah Jin's words.
The village chief took the young man to secretly dig up Ah Jin's grave, and found that there was only a thin coffin, and Ah Jin's body was missing.
Tossed to the present, the villagers had to believe, and finally funded the construction of the river temple at the foot of Fengshan.
The clay statue offered is the appearance of Ah Jin before his death.
Not to mention.
Since the construction of the river temple, Fengcheng has been in good weather, and the people's lives are less than the above, and more than the bottom.
"Is it really that smart?"
Mao Xiaoyu was still suspicious.
The mountain god waved his hand: "Spirit fart."
It's just that there are mountain spirits and demons secretly doing things. ” "What do you mean?"
The mountain god sighed: "You think, how can a fisherman become a god after he dies?"
How can it be so cheap?
It is Fengshan that has spirits, fancy the feng shui treasure of Fengcheng, and then pretend to fight the death of the fisherman, make a big fuss, so that there is a place to live, and you can also enjoy the people's incense, killing two birds with one stone. ” "What kind of spirit?"
The mountain god looked at the top of the cave and sighed: "Mussel spirits, tiger and moth spirits." ” "What?"
Not only Mao Xiaoyu, but also Luo Bo were surprised.
The mountain god was careless: "The clam spirit is in Yuanhe, and he is the oldest."
Needless to say, Tiger Spirit.
Many years ago, there were tigers in Fengshan.
Moths are moths.
I don't know how to become fine, anyway, the means are quite powerful. ” Swallowing saliva, Mao Xiaoyu asked in a loud voice: "They, ...... now" "Turned into a human form, and has been pretending to be a ghost in the River Temple."
"Won't it?"
Mao Xiaoyu exclaimed: "They, these spirits dare to ...... in the River Temple."
"What would you not dare?
They made up the story of the fisherman.
The mountain god sighed and bowed his head: "They have become a climate, and I can't beat them." ” Mao Xiaoyu is clear.
No wonder the mountain gods are so cautious, it turns out that the spirits are defeated.
Peanut interjected and asked, "Mountain God, you can't beat it, why don't you find a fairy helper?"
” Children, they won't be subtle, and that's how direct they ask.
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As soon as his face was hot, the mountain god felt ashamed: "I, I, I don't know other immortals?"
” "Don't you have a boss?"
"Yes, but I haven't been left alone for many years, so something probably happened, right?"
Luo Bo calmed: "So, for so many years, you have coexisted peacefully with a few spirits in the River God Temple and did not interfere with each other?"
” The mountain god lowered his head and whispered: "Otherwise, what can I do?"
I can't beat it, and I can't leave Fengshan.
I can only get by like this. ” Luo Bo was about to speak, but Mao Xiaoyu stopped him with a dry smile and turned to the mountain god: "Mountain god, he has always been straightforward, don't mind."
We won't ask much else.
I'll just ask, my friend She Xiaomei, how is it now?
”