Seeing the two bare-butt green boys crying so unobtrusively, Qi Jingzhi, who had regained some strength, silently raised his head, and Lao Man just happened to lower his head and look over,
One person and one mandrill exchanged glances with each other, and they understood each other's meaning instantly.
They immediately spotted a boy and pounced on him without saying a word.
It's a pity that both Lao Mandrill's fist and the young man's blade failed.
The two demonic boys were crying and suddenly disappeared.
Once they disappeared, they were never seen again.
Qi Jingzhi and Lao Zhu patrolled the yard for a long time, and during this period they deliberately left the two boys alone to lure them into action, but they still didn't see any movement.
After a long time, one man and one mandrill returned to the body of the tiger spirit. They looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Lao Mandrill pulled a flag from somewhere and bandaged the wound on his leg haphazardly. The flag was covered with dark red blood stains.
Qi Jingzhi looked at the wound carefully, couldn't help but frown, and said: "Senior, if you injure the joint fascia, I'm afraid it will be more inconvenient to move in the future. Why don't you wait here for a day or two, and I'll find a doctor outside the mountain. Come."
Hearing this, Lao Mandrill shook his head without hesitation, and at the same time clenched his fists and beat his strong chest loudly.
Seeing its resolute attitude, Qi Jingzhi thought for a while and said with a smile: "Senior once served as a servant under the Mountain God, so he must be well-informed and I think he has the means to heal wounds."
He raised his hand and pointed to the east and continued: "There is a small village on the east side of Xiaosong Mountain next to the mountain pass. My home is on the highest hill to the west of the village. In addition to me, there are also my grandpa and an old yellow dog at home. . If something happens to you, senior, please come to my house to look for me."
After hearing what the young man said, Lao Mandrill looked in the direction of his finger, then turned back and grinned at the young man, nodding while smiling.
Qi Jingzhi also laughed, and did not forget to tell him: "Senior, when you come, you should pass by the mountain behind my house. There are some pits and traps there. Although you can't hurt senior, please be careful. It is best to go along the mountain." Walk along the path..."
After giving the instructions, the young man hesitated for a moment, then pointed at the corpse of the tiger spirit and asked: "Senior, do you have any use for this corpse?"
Lao Mandrill glanced at the tiger corpse, with a look of disgust on his face, and shook his head like a rattle.
Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi was both happy and worried: "I can use it, but unfortunately I am too weak to move it."
At this time, the young man couldn't help but think of Lu Yunzi. That guy claimed to be good at handling and was suitable for this job. Unfortunately, he had evil intentions and was already dead.
The old mandrill scratched his head after hearing this. He had a lot of strength, but unfortunately one leg was injured and his arms were still used to walk, so he was really helpless.
While he was distressed, Qi Jingzhi's stomach suddenly growled.
He looked up at the sky and saw that it was almost noon.
When he encountered a fox sawing a tree, he didn't even bother to have breakfast. After going through a series of fights, he should be hungry anyway.
Unexpectedly, the young man's stomach only growled twice, and the belly of the old man next to him also started to beat.
Qi Jingzhi had an open-minded temperament and didn't care much about gains and losses. When he saw this, he burst into laughter.
"Senior, since you don't want this tiger carcass and I can't take it away, I simply set it up and grilled it. We can eat as much as we can! You and I will wait while we eat. If the masters in the mouth of those evil spirits come to seek revenge. , just kill them together and eliminate a great harm to the people of the world!"
After hearing this, Lao Mandrill immediately showed a look of joy on his face. He bent one leg and seemed to want to jump around. As a result, he pulled the wound and grinned in pain.
Just do what you say, Qi Jingzhi immediately divided the work and acted independently.
Lao Mandrill went around to collect some broken door panels and old desks to use as firewood, and also picked up some torn tablecloths and dead branches as fire starters. Qi Jingzhi went back to his old business, skinning the tiger spirit and two vixens one by one with an ox-ear sharp knife.
When skinning the tiger, Qi Jingzhi once again confirmed that it was a real tiger with no trace of a human body.
The bloody tiger skin that was peeled off was really just a tiger skin. Apart from being surprisingly big, there was nothing strange about it either.
Then, Qi Jingzhi specially cut open the tiger spirit's stomach pouch, and when he saw that it was filled with rabbit bones and chicken feathers, he nodded with satisfaction.
This beast had not eaten anyone for many days. These hares, pheasants, and the like were probably the old fox's filial piety, which relieved Qi Jingzhi's worries.
"Some people are born with a tiger's heart!"
When cutting the tiger meat, the boy's heart always echoed with the words of the ghost boy, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
"This former Zen monk never revealed his master's lineage or Dharma name. He was obviously addicted to cannibalism. He was willing to be trapped in the temple in order to shed his skin. He was even willing to injure himself to tear off the tiger skin. This shows that he eventually Before transforming into a tiger, there were still some thoughts of good and evil and a heart of repentance deep in my heart."
"It's a pity that those demons refused to let him go. After all, he himself was deeply possessed by the devil and there was no cure. I still remember that when he mentioned the Zen tiger in those Zen stories, his face was full of envy. Maybe he is like this People... shouldn't be reborn as human beings."
In a short time, the young man and Lao Mandrill lit a bonfire very neatly and put half of a huge tiger's leg on it.
In front of the ancient temple and main hall in the mountains, the sky is bright, quiet and leisurely.
Qi Jingzhi stood by the campfire, slowly turning the tiger's leg in his hand, his mind immersed and his eyes focused.
Perhaps the stamina that ignited the soul's essence and blood has not completely passed. Although the young man was physically and mentally exhausted, he was still a little abnormally excited. His five senses were much sharper than usual, and he could easily detect the subtle changes in front of him.
As the flames rose, the firewood crackled and the tiger's legs turned brown bit by bit, grease continued to bubble out, and the aroma gradually overflowed.
Lao Mandrill was sitting on the ground nearby, watching the young man's movements intently, his expression peaceful and calm, without any trace of the ferocious aura from the previous fight.
During this process, neither the boy nor Lao Mandrill made a sound.
"alright!"
I don't know how long it took, Qi Jingzhi suddenly spoke, and at the same time he lifted the tiger's leg with both arms and handed it to Lao Mandrill: "In order to chase that old fox, I lost all the bottles and cans, and I only took some salt with me. , Senior, don’t dislike it.”
Lao Mandrill's eyes lit up, but he shook his head and pointed at Qi Jingzhi's mouth.
When the young man saw this, he thought of his grandfather for no reason, and was suddenly touched in his heart: "No wonder Master Meng said that the mountain god can control and educate the monsters in the mountain. Now that I see it, it is indeed true. The senior in front of me is better than many people. More like a person."
He immediately laughed, no longer being polite, he raised the tiger's leg to his lips, opened his mouth and bit it, then shook his head violently, and immediately tore off a long strip of leather and flesh.
While chewing, he handed the tiger leg to Lao Mandrill again.
This time, Lao Mandrill didn't refuse. He stretched out his hand as big as a cattail leaf and took it. Then, imitating the young man, he also bit off a large piece of tiger meat and filled his bloody mouth.
With this bite, a large gap was visible to the naked eye on the tiger's leg, and the bones deep inside could even be seen.
When Qi Jingzhi saw it, he lifted up half of the tiger's leg and put it on the fire without saying anything. Then he sat down and started chewing.
The outer skin of the tiger meat has been roasted to a crispy texture, but the meat inside is still firm and chewy.
After one mouthful of meat, he not only didn't feel satisfied, but became hungry as he ate, and the more he ate, the hungrier he got, as if his stomach and intestines were urging him to eat as much as he could.
After three or five mouthfuls, a long piece of tiger meat disappeared into Qi Jingzhi's mouth.
He sucked the grease from his fingers and looked longingly at the tiger legs on the shelf. The sound of bowel sounds started again.
At this moment, a furry white paw stretched out in front of him, holding a piece of fragrant tiger meat between his two fingers.
Qi Jingzhi's eyes lit up and he grabbed it unceremoniously. Just as he was about to say thank you, his expression suddenly changed.
The next moment, the young man and the old man suddenly turned their heads and looked at the stone steps in front of the palace not far away.
