Taoist Priest Qingwei looked at the yellow talisman on the altar, and his eyes suddenly brightened. He also had a lot of research on the Taoist talisman technique, but the handwriting on it was different from anything in the book.
He asked himself that he was also well-read, but this word was something he had never seen or heard before.
It seems to be written randomly without any rules and regulations, but upon closer inspection, there is a rhythm that seems to be absent between the horizontal and vertical strokes.
"This talisman—"
Taoist Priest Qingwei was about to speak, but someone interrupted him and said, "Can I lend this talisman to a poor monk to have a look at?"
Who stole his line? !
Taoist priest Qingwei turned around and found that the monks from Qiguang Temple were speaking. Their faces were red, their breathing was rapid, and they looked even more excited than him.
? ? ?
Taoist priest Qingwei was a little confused. He didn't understand that this was their Taoist talisman. Why did these monks come to join in the fun?
The monks realized that they had lost their temper and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Master, for making you laugh. The reason why the poor monk is so excited is because he discovered that the talisman paper may be connected with the temple."
This time, others were puzzled as to how the talisman sent by the animal could be related to Qiguang Temple.
The monks were not sure, "Can you let us have a look? We will explain it by then."
This talisman was sent by the animals, and the village chief didn't like to make any decisions. He glanced at the Siberian tiger next to him.
The Siberian tiger understood their words, waved its furry claws, and handed the talisman to the monk.
The monk's heart was full of gratitude, and he took the talisman respectfully. The more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. Several people looked back and forth several times, and finally they were sure that the talisman was exactly the same as the one in Qiguang Temple.
Although the patterns on it are different, the handwriting and the special aura on it cannot be faked.
"Namo Amitabha, this talisman and the one in the temple are definitely written by the same person."
After the monk read it, he handed the talisman back and talked about what happened in the temple, "It's a long story..."
The village chief and Taoist priest Qingwei were stunned when they heard this, "There is such a strange thing happening!"
"Monks don't tell lies, that's why we are so excited when we see the talismans."
Taoist Priest Qing Wei glanced over and said, "No wonder, but according to what you said, this talisman paper was not painted by Buddha or Zhi Dun, but by the master who discussed Taoism with Zhi Dun?"
The master had left two talismans before. When dealing with the gangsters, one of the talismans had been used. Now there is only one left in the temple.
The village chief looked at Huang Fu and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. As a person who had come into contact with the mysterious, he naturally believed what the monk said.
"Dear me, I thought this was just an ordinary talisman. I didn't expect it to be so powerful. It can kill even people."
He touched the paper, and there was nothing special about it. If the monk hadn't said it himself, no one would have believed it.
Other villagers came over to join in the fun, "Hey guys, I originally thought that the talisman paper was for making up the numbers, but I didn't expect that it was the finale."
Taoist priest Qingwei showed an expression of disbelief, but thinking that this was Longyuan Mountain, everything seemed to be normal.
Hearing this, the Siberian tiger next to him couldn't help rolling his eyes. How could the things he took out be anything like ordinary.
"According to what the master said, if the two talismans were written by the same person, and the talismans were brought down by animals on the mountain, is it possible that the master you are talking about is in Longyuan Mountain?"
For a moment, no one thought that the master and the mountain god in the temple were the same.
"Is it possible that this master also knows our mountain god, or is he a guest invited by the mountain god?"
"Our mountain god is really powerful, now that we have such a powerful friend."
"The mountain god is very capable, and the friends he knows are also extraordinary. They must also be immortals on the earth."
"This expert also discussed with the eminent monk Zhidun. Hasn't he lived for thousands of years? How about our mountain god? Is he also that old?"
The villagers were talking a lot, their expressions were full of curiosity and excitement, and they just felt proud.
Perhaps the origin of the mountain god is more extraordinary than they imagined.
The monk felt that the trip was worthwhile, and they actually found clues to the master.
The people who were talking heatedly did not see the inscrutable expression of the Siberian tiger next to them. If these animals could speak, they would definitely tell everyone the truth.
After learning about Qiguang Temple, the distance between the villagers and the monks became much closer, and they immediately felt more cordial.
After all, there is a common connection with Longyuan Mountain, which can explain why both the village and the temple are blessed, because the master has been to the temple and also to Longyuan Mountain!
Taoist Priest Qingwei looked at the yellow talisman and felt a little moved in his heart. The art of talisman only existed in legends. The talisman paper drawn now did not have the magical power recorded in the book.
Now that I have finally seen something ready-made, and coupled with the power of the talisman mentioned by the monk, how could I miss such an opportunity to study before my eyes.
"Village chief, Pindao has a merciless request."
"The Taoist Master said it's okay."
Taoist priest Qingwei was a little embarrassed and said: "I have never seen such a magical talisman. I wonder if I can let me observe and study it."
He knew that he would definitely not be able to reproduce this talisman, but if he could admire it, he would be satisfied.
It was just borrowed for study, not for use, and it was not an offense to the mountain god. The village chief was not a stingy person, so he nodded and said, "No problem."
Taoist priest Qingwei looked grateful and said, "Thank you very much, village chief."
After the animals were worshiped, they bowed like villagers, and closed their furry animal paws. Not to mention, it looked quite similar.
The Siberian tiger pointed at the stove and growled at the village chief.
Looking at the white smoke burning in the stove, the village chief didn't ask any questions this time, just lit a new one and handed it to the Siberian tiger.
The Siberian tiger smiled brightly, as if he was grateful to the village chief, but the sharp fangs flashing with cold light made the village chief's body tremble slightly.
Although they knew the tiger would not harm them, they still couldn't help but feel frightened when they saw such a ferocious beast's face at close range.
The furry claws were clumsy, but in fact they were extremely flexible. Everyone fell into silence as they watched the animals burning incense.
Although I already know that these animals are extremely intelligent and quite understanding of human nature, seeing such a scene still feels a bit fantasy.
As expected, the village chief had seen strong winds and waves. While the animals were burning incense and kneeling in worship, he greeted several villagers and whispered a few words.
I don’t know what was said, but the villagers looked surprised and uncertain, “Is this really okay?”
"There's nothing wrong with this. These animals are the subordinates of the mountain god. It's normal for them to participate in the ceremony with us. Moreover, they also sent sacrifices, so naturally they have to stay and eat."
It seems that this is also the case. Several villagers nodded and quickly cleared several tables again.
After the animals finished lighting the incense, the village chief showed a kind smile and made an invitation gesture, "Since you are here to participate in the Mountain God Ceremony, please take a seat together."
The animals entered the banquet in a very orderly manner. The jackals, hyenas, foxes and other animals could barely sit on the bench.
But in front of the Siberian tiger, the bench was as thin as noodles, and it would probably be crushed if it sat on it. It simply stood there, with a body like a hill, which brought a lot of oppression to the surrounding crowd.
From time to time, I saw people secretly looking at these tables with their peripheral vision. The Siberian tiger was like its master, and even waved generously.
Such a scene fell into the eyes of other villagers, and they were even more amazed.
I'm afraid what happened today will be forever fixed in their minds.
Sun Zhenbang expressed emotion, "Only on Longyuan can you see such an incredible scene."
Although it is unbelievable, it is also inexplicably reasonable. It seems that anything happening nearby is not strange.
Humans and animals gathered together. It looked strange, but in fact it was extremely harmonious. As the dishes were served, everyone started to feast.
Amid the bustle of people, it was occasionally accompanied by the roars of animals, which complemented each other perfectly.
There was a noise from another table.
"You look very angry. Which family do you belong to? Why have I never seen you before?"
There were originally a lot of people there, so it was inconspicuous to blend in among the crowd. Now everyone is seated at the table. Everyone is from the countryside and almost all of them are familiar with each other.
It was very strange to see an unfamiliar face suddenly appear.
Zhao Jianhua never expected that he would be discovered. He said calmly: "I just came back. It's normal that you haven't seen me before."
"No, no one in our village has returned from other places recently."
"Neither does our village."
Everyone looked at Zhao Jianhua and couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
The movement here quickly attracted the attention of Longyuan Village. The village chief came over with several villagers, "What is going on?"
"The village chief looks like this. We found that this kid's face is very angry."
After listening to other people's stories, the village chief showed a hint of suspicion and looked Zhao Jianhua up and down, "I don't seem to have seen you. Which family are you from? Who did you come with?"
Faced with everyone's questioning, Zhao Jianhua couldn't help but a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He didn't expect that these villagers would be so vigilant, but this appearance made them even more suspicious in the eyes of the villagers.
"Could this guy, the village chief, be a spy? We caught a few suspicious people last time."
"You are so brave, you actually dare to sneak in during the Mountain God Ceremony!"
"It doesn't matter what he does. This kid has a sly look on his face. Let's arrest him first."
The more the villagers looked at Zhao Jianhua, the more suspicious they felt. In addition, he was hesitant and wanted to take action immediately. Zhao Jianhua waved his hands repeatedly and said: "You have misunderstood. I have some connections with the Mountain God--"
The words came to his lips but he couldn't say them out. Zhao Jianhua couldn't say in front of so many people that the mountain god once ordered him to steal things.
Moreover, the mountain god had said before that this matter must be kept secret, so he had to be even more secretive.
The villager snorted coldly and concluded that he had something up his sleeve, "Why don't you stop talking? Keep making it up. Let's see what you can make up."
Just as the villagers were about to take action, there was a sudden sound of chirping.
I saw a yellow shadow blocking Zhao Jianhua's face. It was a weasel!
Zhao Jianhua said with great excitement: "Great Immortal! You are here too. That's great. Please explain it to the villagers quickly."
The weasel stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhao Jianhua. Other animals also came over. They had all seen Zhao Jianhua and knew that he was a human being working for the Demon King.
Seeing this situation, the villagers began to believe it, "Is it possible that this kid really has something to do with the mountain god?"
After all, judging from the actions of these animals, it is obvious that they know Zhao Jianhua, and the animals obey the orders of the mountain gods and will not obey the orders of others.
After finding out that it was a misunderstanding, the village chief said a little embarrassedly: "Little brother, we made a mistake just now. Don't forget it."
Zhao Jianhua waved his hand, "It's okay, village chief, you are also thinking about the safety of the village."
Seeing that the misunderstanding was resolved, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the banquet.
Zhao Jianhua felt something touch him, and when he turned around, a furry animal face came into view. Fortunately, he had strong psychological endurance, and he did not feel scared when he saw an enlarged version of a tiger's face.
The Siberian tiger clinked the wine glass in his hand with him, and then drank it all in one gulp.
Zhao Jianhua nodded and said, "Good drinker!"
Not to be outdone, he drank one cup at a time.
An episode pushed the ceremony to a climax. Under the influence of alcohol, the villagers relaxed a lot. If they were restrained towards these animals before, now they can be said to have let go of their nature.
Uncle Zhang at the next table has already started fistfighting with the monkey, and Uncle Li and the jackal are arm in arm, looking like two brothers who are in good company.
Among them, Hu Xiaocao is the most popular among the animals, because the spiritual energy exuding from her body is the strongest, and the animals also sense that she is the most involved with the Demon King.
I saw a fox sitting on the left side of Hu Xiaocao, a monkey sitting on the right side, and a few squirrels in front, and even a Siberian tiger came to join in the fun.
There was obviously no room left, so I squeezed in hard.
Those animals kept picking up vegetables for Hu Xiaocao, and all the vegetables on the table went into her bowl, making other villagers dumbfounded.
"It seems that little grass girl has a good rapport with animals."
"Don't even look at the relationship between Xiaocao and the mountain god."
In everyone's perception, Hu Xiaocao has always been a special being. After all, she was the first person to discover the mountain god, and there is a close connection between the two.
Taoist priest Qingwei next to him felt quite emotional when he saw this, "I didn't expect that little girl before to turn out like this."
Taoist priest Qingwei didn't come to Longyuan Village frequently, and Hu Xiaocao was staying at home, so the two of them had never met.
Nowadays, Hu Xiaocao has a temperament that transcends his peers. His eyebrows are like green feathers and his muscles are like mutton fat. Just sitting there, it is like a green mountain coming into a painting.
It is hard to imagine that this is the same person as the yellow-haired girl who was malnourished and had hair as dry as straw.
The village chief nodded, "Who says it's not the case? Time has passed so quickly, the children have grown up, and I have grown old too."
Taoist priest Qingwei looked at the village chief and said with a smile: "Village chief, don't belittle yourself. You are getting younger and younger now."
This is not a compliment, because the spiritual energy near Longyuan Mountain is getting deeper and deeper, and the villagers have also received great benefits, and their bodies are constantly being nourished.
Now the village chief looks like he is only in his early 50s, and so do the other elderly people in the village. Their true appearance is younger than their actual age.
"This is all thanks to the blessing of the mountain god. I used to have a few ailments and aches, and my legs and feet were weak, but now my body and bones are no worse than those of young people."
The villagers on the side echoed: "That's not true. Even if the village chief takes another ten years, he will still be able to walk like flying. He can easily catch a few spies!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
The village chief was a little embarrassed by the ridicule, "I drank so much wine that I can't even shut your mouth. Give these nice words to the mountain god."
Compared with the joy here, Zheng Huasen, who was hiding in the dark in the distance, felt huge waves in his heart.
He held the telescope and looked at the scene in the distance in disbelief, then rubbed his eyes.
"I'm not hallucinating, why am I seeing humans and animals together?"
Due to the distance, he couldn't see clearly. He only saw something in the hands of the animals, which were then brought to the altar and then seated at the table.
The key thing is that there are no villagers nearby to stop it!
Although the expressions and demeanor of these villagers could not be clearly seen, judging from their actions, they should not be afraid of these animals.
But there is a tiger inside!
Zheng Huasen was stunned, looking at the grotesque and absurd scene in the distance. From his perspective, this mountain god ceremony was a carnival between humans and animals.
When the mountain breeze blew at night, a chill rose in his heart.
It's so strange!
Why are these villagers not afraid of these beasts and let these animals sit at the table like humans?
Zheng Huasen had many doubts in his heart, and at the same time there was an unspeakable fear. He always felt that this place was full of weirdness.
"No, I have to report what happened here quickly."
Zheng Huasen did not stay any longer, and his figure disappeared into the thick night.
…
The arrival of dark night did not affect the mood of the villagers. The banquet continued. A bonfire was lit at the foot of the mountain. The villagers sang and danced, and even many animals joined in.
People and animals coexist peacefully. This kind of picture seems to only appear on TV or in movies, but now it is happening in reality.
The firelight reflected on the villagers' faces, which were bright red, and the corners of their eyes and brows were full of joy. The fur of the animals was also stained with a warm orange-red color.
"Roar!"
The low roar of the tiger sounded a bit proud.
The Siberian tiger looked at another villager who fell down in front of him, stretched out his claws to gesture, then raised his head triumphantly, and looked around with his eyes, as if asking who else dared to come forward.
This caused many people around to applaud.
"As expected of the messenger of the mountain god, Lord Tiger's drinking capacity is indeed extraordinary!"
"Master Tiger is really beyond our reach."
Hearing the compliments from people around him, the Siberian tiger can be said to be full of majesty and arrogance.
Holding a bottle of white wine in his mouth, he poured it directly into his mouth. He had the aura that one man could stand against all others, which amazed the villagers nearby who wanted to challenge him.
After a moment, there was another empty wine bottle on the table.
The Siberian tiger looked at the villagers. There were countless empty bottles like this around it. The other villagers looked at me and I looked at you. No one dared to challenge them.
"Uncle Wang, go ahead. You are the best drinker in our village. Didn't you claim that you never get drunk after a thousand drinks?"
Several young people looked at the middle-aged man next to them, who was the uncle they called Uncle Wang.
Uncle Wang's face turned red, and he said a little embarrassedly: "Anyway, my drinking capacity is not worth mentioning in front of Mr. Tiger."
Before, even if they were killed, they would never have imagined that a tiger could drink so much, and now it had drunk more than a dozen villagers.
From another table, Zhao Jianhua's sonorous and powerful voice came, "We agreed that we won't come back until we get drunk, and we will fight until dawn!"
I saw him holding the empty wine bottle and shouting there. In fact, he couldn't even stand up. He lay on the wine table with hazy eyes, looking at the weasel not far away.
There were overlapping shadows in front of him, which made him dizzy.
Zhao Jianhua couldn't help but mutter, "Great Immortal, when did you learn the art of clones, and you suddenly became three or four? It's really amazing."
The weasel next to him was in no better condition. He was lying on the ground with his stomach slightly bulging. He didn't know how much he had drunk. He burped in response to Zhao Jianhua's words.
Zhao Jianhua held the wine bottle and couldn't help but lick his lips, "Great Immortal, when we went to rob the British Museum together, why didn't we see you using the clone technique?"
Sun Zhenbang's condition was not bad, but he also drank a lot, his eyes were not as sharp and clear as before, and his face was a little red.
The villagers didn't dare to drink from him, but the animals didn't have so many taboos, and Sun Zhenbang couldn't refuse. Fortunately, he had a good drinker, at least not like Zhao Jianhua.
At this moment, when I heard the related words "stealing" and "British Museum", I subconsciously looked towards Zhao Jianhua.
At this moment, Zhao Jianhua's face was red from drinking, and he was bragging about his past feats.
The villagers didn't pay much attention to news on the Internet, so they didn't know about the previous theft from the British Museum, and thought Zhao Jianhua was bragging.
He asked with a face full of teasing: "What, you went to steal the museum?"
Zhao Jianhua straightened his body subconsciously, "No! I am the hero who upholds justice for heaven! And I am not stealing, I am just getting back our own things. Those cultural relics belong to our Daxia."
The villagers didn't quite believe it. "How did you get in the heavily guarded place of the museum? You must be bragging."
Seeing that all the villagers did not believe him, Zhao Jianhua frowned and put the wine bottle in his hand on the table.
"Then I'll tell you how I get around the British Museum!"
"It was a dark and windy night for a month."
The dance that Zhao Jianhua talked about contained a lot of exaggeration and embellishment because he was drunk, but the whole process can be said to be ups and downs and fascinating, and many villagers were attracted by his story.
Even the animals were entranced.
Sun Zhenbang also listened to a few words, looking a little confused.
Although what Zhao Jianhua said is exaggerated, some of the information contained in it is extremely detailed. Only those who have experienced it will know it, and outsiders will not know it.
Judging from the news and clues that were circulated on the Internet, the theft from the British Museum was full of suspicions, and a yellow charm was also found at the scene.
Could it be that Zhao Jianhua really stole it?
Sun Zhenbang took a sip of wine. Even if he really stole it, so what? There was only Sun Zhenbang here tonight, and there was no Officer Sun.
It was not until midnight that the ceremony came to an end. Both people and animals drank a lot of wine, and everyone still seemed to be unfinished and wished they could drink until dawn.
Taoist priest Qingwei and the monks from Qiguang Temple had already left long ago. Because they had their own Taoist temples and temples, they did not stay here for long.
Sun Zhenbang and Zhao Jianhua drank a lot, and there was definitely no way to leave, so the village chief simply let them stay in the village for the night.
"Officer Sun, you can't drive now. Why don't you stay in the village for one night and start back tomorrow?"
Sun Zhenbang blushed and said, "Thank you very much, village chief."
"What you said is completely foreign to the public."
The moon is at the top of the sky, and the cold silver glow looks at the bustle below, and the silent night sky has a little more special meaning.
Seeing that it was getting late, the animals waved goodbye to the villagers, indicating that they were leaving.
The villagers were still a little reluctant, "You are leaving so soon? Why don't you stay a little longer?"
The animals stretched out their hands and gestured, and the villagers actually understood what they meant, "Okay, let's drink together next time when we have time."
The Siberian tiger nodded, and with the low roar of the tiger, the animals received the order, got off the wine table one after another, and staggered back to the team.
It’s just that the team is no longer as neat as when they arrived.
Because they drank too much, some of them had the same hands and feet, and some almost stepped on the tail of the animal in front of them, causing the animals in front of them to become hairy and look a little more naive.
There were even those who had poor alcohol tolerance and were already unconscious. They could only be held up by their companions and could barely stand up.
Some of the monkeys were probably drunkards in their previous lives, and they didn't forget to pick up a few bottles of liquor when they left.
The villagers sent them to the foot of the mountain without sending them back. Looking at the backs of the animals entering the mountain one after another, the remaining villagers who were still relatively sober began to clean up the mess.
The bonfire has been extinguished, and a bright moon hangs on the treetops. It looks like a huge jade plate from a distance, and its soft silver glow envelopes the forest and the village.
…
The mountain breeze was blowing, and there was a scent of wine floating in the air. Ye Qin couldn't help laughing when he looked at the animals sleeping on the ground.
Although he did not participate in the Mountain God Ceremony, everything that happened at the foot of the mountain was within his perception.
He was also very pleased to see the villagers living in harmony with the animals. Although the monsters were powerful, their numbers were too few now. Being able to make friends with humans would also be beneficial to the future growth of the race.
Moreover, the villagers of Longyuan Village are his most devout believers. Let the two have more contact, and it will be easier for them to help each other and move forward together in the future.
"You are pious and regard me as your god. If so, I might as well give you a blessing."
The night was thick, and the green snakes under the moonlight looked magical. The hazy white mist spread around him with him as the center, and soon covered the entire mountain peak and spread towards the foot of the mountain.
Longyuan Mountain is looming in the white mist. From a distance, it looks like it is suspended in mid-air, like the Penglai Fairy Island. The moonlight flows quietly, witnessing this magical scene.
Then white mist quickly enveloped the top of the village, everything was quiet, and only this vast white mist remained between the sky and the earth.
The villagers had been busy all day and had been drinking. At this moment, they had already fallen into a deep sleep. Logically speaking, they should have slept until dawn.
The village chief vaguely heard someone calling his name, and he responded in a daze, "Who is it?"
Slowly opening his eyes, what he saw was a large white fog, and he couldn't even see the surrounding things clearly. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Why did it suddenly become foggy?"
The village chief felt a little strange, and subconsciously followed the source of the sound. The sound seemed to come from the horizon, with an ethereal feeling and a kind of attraction that made people want to go and explore.
"Is there anyone calling my name?"
But the surrounding silence was extremely quiet, and no one responded. Just when the village chief was at a loss.
A pair of white bones slowly appeared in front of the eyes, and the dark eyes were filled with endless mystery, as if the universe was included in them. Every bone on the body seemed to glow, not evil, but full of holiness.
The moment he saw the bones, the village chief was not only not afraid, but felt a sense of awe and worship in his heart, and he bowed to the bones from a distance.
The hollow mouth of the bones opened and closed and said: "The mountain god's ceremony, the gods bless you, you will be lucky in three lifetimes, and come with me quickly!"
The voice was light and airy, but it was deafening. As Bai Gu's words fell to the ground, the village chief's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his whole body became lighter, as if something flew out of his body.
The village chief couldn't help but ask: "Where are we going?"
"Just let me go, and you will know when the time comes."
The village chief subconsciously looked back, only to find a person with the same face as himself, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.
Who is this if not myself?
"Could this be an out-of-body experience?"
What a miraculous method!
There were a lot of ripples in the village chief's heart, and the hollow voice of the Bones suddenly sounded, "What are you waiting for? If you miss the time, you will have to wait until next year!"
Hearing this, the village chief felt a little nervous and couldn't think more about it. He quickly walked out of the house and said, "Sir Bones, please wait for me!"
(End of chapter)
