Shaoqiu took the letter from Uncle Hua's hand and was shaking all over. This trip must be extremely dangerous. Otherwise, why would Uncle Hua find him? If I don't go, if this is true, then Xiaohua's life will be in danger. No matter so much, I have to leave for Xiaohua.
Putting this letter on his table, after eating and drinking, Shaoqiu closed the door and looked at the door affectionately, not knowing whether he could come back from this trip. If I never come back, I have no choice but to say goodbye to this old house, but what!
Looking at the Grimm Mountain, at this time, it is quite tall and majestic in the night, and there are fires flickering on the mountain from time to time. I think it is an unbearable thing staying in it. I am afraid that people will forget their existence, so I will brush it away in this way. What's the harm in gaining a sense of presence? According to legend, anyone who enters the Grimm Mountains will never return, and Shaoqiu will definitely not be an exception. It is just for Xiaohua, no matter what!
Arriving at the foot of the Grimm Mountain, Shaoqiu did not dare to go up the mountain at this time, and the mountain was not allowed to go up. He just kept circling around the mountain, not knowing how to deliver this letter to the King of Hell. Shaoqiu was sitting at the foot of the mountain, and the mountain was unfashionable and there were roaring sounds. It seemed that he was very surprised at Shaoqiu's rudeness. How could he sit at the foot of the mountain without permission and not go up to worship?
It is definitely impossible and unnecessary to go up this mountain, and this letter must be sent, otherwise, something serious may happen. At this time, Shaoqiu roared, and after such a roar, the Grimm Mountains continued to tremble, and all things pricked up their ears at this moment, probably wanting to hear what Shaoqiu said before his death. What last words do you have to say?
Shaoqiu stamped his feet again at this time, and at this moment the earth trembled, and the river suddenly flowed backwards, and the goshawk hovering in the sky also fell down and died in front of Shaoqiu. But something was crying quietly on the Grimm Mountain, and it was unclear whether it was a human or a ghost.
The night was as dark as ink, the wind was howling constantly, and in the flying dust, large rocks pierced the sky and dragged long flames and fell to an unknown place.
Shaoqiu roared to the sky at this time, as if he wanted to use such means to make the gods and Buddhas in heaven understand that the purpose of his trip was just to send a message to the King of Hell. And Shaoqiu was so smart that he wanted to go up the mountain to die in vain, but this was definitely not possible. He was still young and there was no need to die so early.
Shaoqiu cleared his throat, prayed to the sky, and recited the following: Gods and Buddhas in heaven, please listen, a generation of kings of hell, there are countless beauties, but they are not satisfied, they actually want to search for common women in the mortal world, ignoring this woman Whether he is young or not, regardless of whether he is willing or not, he is braving the world's disapproval, which is shocking! I am a mere scholar, even if he is weak and incompetent, I will never let him bully or ravage me. Here, I would like to express this to the King of Hell. Xiaohua will not agree to your request for marriage. If anything unexpected happens, I am willing to accept it, even if it is Even if you are shattered to pieces, there will be no complaints! Fu Wei Shang Xiang!
After Shaoqiu finished reading, he burned the letter and hurriedly walked towards the way he came from. He heard bursts of shouting and scolding coming from the Grimm Mountain, but he didn't know that this was the case. What exactly is going on.
After doing this, Shaoqiu returned to the deserted village. When passing by the door of Uncle Hua's house, he came to the door and knocked gently. Uncle Hua came out and asked what happened with the letter. Shaoqiu told Uncle Hua about sending the letter. Uncle Hua nodded at this time, but his face was not happy.
Shaoqiu left Hua Bo's house and returned to his home.
Let's talk about that day, Master Gou took advantage of the heavy rain and had nothing to do, so he went to the door of the house in the east of the deserted village. When I listened inside, there was no movement at all. Could it be that everyone inside was already asleep?
But the door of this dilapidated house was open, and cold wind poured in, causing the big lights inside to flicker. Looking at the bed, it was empty and there was no one. Seeing no one around, Master Gou couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He had just drank a large jar of wine, and if he didn't come here to play, where would he put his drunkenness?
At this time, he no longer cared about so much, stumbled in, and sat on the table with the door still open, drinking the wine he had brought with him. After drinking a lot of wine, he was so drunk that he had to lie down on the table. The cold wind kept blowing, and he threw himself on the bed without realizing it. When I touched the bed, it was empty and no one was there, and the quilt was cold and tasteless.
But lying on this bed is somewhat interesting. I don’t know why, but the quilt on this bed smells good to Mr. Gou. And sleeping on this fragrant quilt is so comfortable, there is nothing to say about it, but I wonder where the owner of this house is at this time?
Let's say that the owner of this house knew that this dog man was going to visit his house tonight, so he couldn't stay here anymore, so he left the house early. At this time, the male owner didn't care that he was sick, and continued to walk up the mountain while coughing. As he walked, his wife supported him and kept walking along the mountain road. At this moment, the moon was shining on them, and the thin man lay on the woman's body and kept crying, hating that he was not capable enough to protect his woman, otherwise, he would never end up in this exile. fate.
They walked to a small dilapidated temple on the top of the mountain, and not long after they fell asleep, they heard someone talking outside. This must be the Dog Master, but I don’t know what the mountain above him is about. It seems that only he knows.
In this small temple, there is also a light, the light is not very big, and under this light, among the grass, the sick man and his woman are sleeping hugging each other. But Lord Gou looked at all this and couldn't help but feel envious, wishing he could become this sick man, so he coughed and pretended to be sick for the time being. Maybe he was pretending to be like this, and the Bodhisattva in heaven had a spirit and gave him a wife to sleep with, so maybe that was the case.
At this time, the woman opened her eyes slightly and saw the dog man leaning next to her. There was no disgust on his face at this time, and there seemed to be a smile on the corner of his mouth. At this time, Master Gou lay down next to the woman, but did not dare to touch her. Of course, he felt that doing so was against human conscience, but he was not willing to leave for a while. At this time, the woman didn't know what was going on, but she didn't dare to expel the dog man. She had no choice but to let him sleep next to her.
Mr. Gou was sleeping in his quilt at this time, and listening to the sound of this woman's breathing, he was in a very good mood, but he did not dare to touch this woman, for fear that if this happened, the man would know about it. It will be uncomfortable.
