death of mountain god

More than ten years ago, Qingyang City on a thunderstorm night.

He Wenjun returned home from get off work, and looked worriedly at Bai Yushan in the water curtain: "I knew I should bring the child back today. It's raining so much, what if something happens on the mountain?"

At that time, the signal on the mountain was extremely unstable, and the phone could not be dialed in a thunderstorm. However, He Wenjun persisted in calling the number in the temple more than a dozen times, but all ended up not being in the service area.

The weather has been abnormal recently, half sunny and half rainy is common, He Wenjun only hoped that the rain on Baiyu Mountain would be less.

But God didn't play cards according to common sense, and he didn't act according to He Wenjun's wishes. The rain on Baiyu Mountain became heavier.

Zhou Li was awakened by a thunderclap in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a tree fell outside.

He was so frightened that he hugged his pillow and knocked on the door on the opposite side of the corridor: "Master, Master, what's going on outside, isn't there a mudslide?"

After knocking a few times, but there was no response, he pushed boldly, and the door creaked open.

Zhou Li poked his head over to look at the bed, the quilts were piled up randomly, but the old monk had disappeared.

He thought the old monk got up at night to go to the bathroom, so he hurriedly knocked on the door of the bathroom, covered his nose and shouted, "Master, master, your apprentice is going to be captured by monsters!"

Before I finished speaking, the toilet door opened by itself, but there was still no one there.

He felt a kind of fear spontaneously, ran to other people's doors and knocked one by one, no, no one was there.

Suddenly a flash of lightning pierced the night, Zhou Li was so frightened that he simply burst into tears.

At first he just howled dryly, but then he became really sad, tears flowed out uncontrollably, he hiccupped and walked back to the old monk's room.

Tiptoeing to turn on the light, Zhou Li realized that there was an extra piece of paper on the table with tears in his eyes. He wiped away his tears and took a few glances. It said: We have something to do when we go down the mountain. When you wake up, don’t leave the temple gate.

Easy to understand, Zhou Li can see clearly, but he can't figure it out, should he catch monsters?Why didn't you say what it was?He decided to just sit at the gate and wait.

On a summer night, Shitai was terribly cold. When he entered the house, he would see the tree that had been struck to death by lightning. It was gloomyly illuminated by the lights in the courtyard, and the shadow of the tree was distorted. He was so frightened that he closed the door again.

But it's so cold outside, he will get sick if he stays any longer, Zhou Li is hesitating between physical and psychological fear.

No... no, that tree is not like that!

Zhou Li wiped away the tears on his face, bravely rushed into the house, ran across the corridor, and stopped in front of the window where he first saw the dead tree.

From the house, the tree was as big as half a window, but now it can block out the sun, and the trunk doesn't look like it was scorched by lightning, it looks like a dead tree in spring.

Zhou Li sat quietly by the bed, waiting to see what would happen to the tree, his curiosity was greater than his fear.

This tree is not afraid of people looking at it, it takes root and grows on its own, and it slowly stands up against the heavy rain. Zhou Li, who is separated by a window, applauds him: "Hey, have you successfully crossed the catastrophe?"

The rustling of the branches and leaves of the big tree seemed to be trying to respond, and Zhou Li became more and more expectant, stepping on the desk with short legs and waving vigorously to the outside.

Rusting... A tree branch crawled against the wall to the window, Zhou Li felt the sound getting louder and louder, before he could dodge, something like a snake crashed through the window, and hit his face directly. Oak's pupils dilated instantly, and he stood on the desk blankly, feeling like he was dreaming, and he closed his eyes.

Suddenly the sound of another branch sounded in my ear, and the two branches seemed to be entangled. Zhou Li was puzzled, did the branches fight by themselves?

He opened his eyes, in front of him, two branches were entangled endlessly, the one that appeared later seemed to have the upper hand, he moved his legs, slowly climbed down, took out a string of rosary beads from under the bed, and took them apart. A few, aimed at the window and threw it out.

In the hit, the two entangled branches were scattered, and one of them was visibly weakened and slowly shrunk back to its original shape.

The other one was motionless, um, something was wrong, he held the remaining beads in front of his face, and cautiously tried to lean out the window to take a look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, he was pushed back by a hand, and Zhou Li groaned, slumped on the ground, holding the sandalwood rosary tremblingly: "You... who are you, ah no, what monster? "

A voice came from outside: "Don't come out, the tree outside has become a demon and is hostile to you."

"Who are you? Did you save me?" Zhou Li felt that this person's voice was quite nice, so he lowered his vigilance.

The man responded again: "Mountain God, yes, so you don't want to die anymore."

"Lord Mountain God, where has my master gone? I'm so scared now."

"Your master is going to save people. If you are afraid, I will chat with you."

Zhou Li climbed to the window again: "Let me see you."

Before he could stretch his neck, that hand pressed him back again: "Don't poke your head, it's dangerous outside."

"Come in, it's raining outside, it's very cold." Zhou Li's curiosity suddenly arose, he wanted to see this mountain god.

"I am a mountain god, and I cannot enter people's houses." He made up a sentence casually.

"So... is the mountain god a monster? I saw another branch just now." Zhou Li sat back on the bed, his feet couldn't reach the ground, and he was dangling in the air.

"It's a sandalwood tree. It used to be a monster, but it's not anymore."

This memory has been washed away by time, leaving only a few fragments, but the dark and humid atmosphere and the man who claimed to be a mountain god are forever fresh.

"Ah, it's the Lord Mountain God." Zhou Yue touched his lips with insatiable desire, "I didn't do anything to the Lord Mountain God yesterday, did I?"

Shen Yuntan remained silent, and the shadow of the tree was a little dimmer visible to the naked eye.

Zhou Li's hand passed through the shadow of the tree and touched his face: "I always wanted to thank you, and then every time I went to the temple, I would lie down by the wall and talk to you. I don't know if you have noticed."

"Goodbye." He felt like a back-and-forth villain, one second he was soft-spoken, and the next second he turned his face and left, but what can he do, make mistakes and continue to blaspheme?

Zhou Li suddenly felt a little regretful, there was nothing wrong with making mistakes, they had only just started, and he could still live for decades, so it might not be so bad to just get along, so many people lived their lives with different opinions.

There is no medicine for regret in the world, since what has been said, we have to do it, Zhou Li rushed out the door in a hurry, put on his clothes and left.

Shen Yuntan stretched out his arm, but didn't stop him, he looked at the empty room, his nostrils filled with the smell of grapefruit from Zhou Li's shampoo like hallucinations.

Everything is like a bubble, fleeting. He has had countless dreams, and this time may be one of them. When the day breaks, the things in the dream will disappear without a trace.

Zhou Li walked through the house without entering, and walked on the street, feeling very unhappy. When he saw the trash can crooked, he had to step forward and kick it. The truck drivers passing by were so startled that they kept honking at him. I'm afraid that if he is a drunk, he will rush to the main road and lie dead in the next second.

Tossing all the way to the door of the teahouse, he searched all over his body but couldn't find the key. He was about to knock on the door when he suddenly heard a baby crying from behind him. In the middle of the night, two pale street lamps, the effect was scary enough, Zhou Li Without raising his eyelids, he turned around and took a picture of Huang Fu.

The touch is wrong.

Zhou Lizai carefully looked at the unchanged yellow talisman, and then observed the cat at the door of the store for a while, feeling even more unhappy.

Ben also thought that if he was a little monster who was making trouble, he happened to have a fight to exercise his muscles and bones, and when he faced a kitten with tiger skin and white belly, he completely turned off the fire.

"Mei Short? He sneaked out." The kitten was not afraid of people, but rubbed its nose against his shoe.

Zhou Li sighed, feeling the same feeling of being reduced to the end of the world all his life, bent down and patted the little cat on the forehead, and then called Chen Heng.

Chen Heng always slept until dawn, and the mobile phone beside the bed began to vibrate in a hazy state of consciousness. He really regretted not turning it off.

"Hey?"

"Open the door and check the water meter."

"Your uncle." Chen Heng snorted, and went downstairs to open the door cursing.

Zhou Li heard the voice, and hurriedly stood by the door, for fear that this person would be angry and ignore his relatives when he got up.

Chen Heng twisted the door lock a few times, and then moved the crossbar away: "Zhou Li? What's the matter with you, were you kicked off the bed?"

That's right, Zhou Li rolled his eyes at him: "Where's Jia Shihua?"

"You're here in the middle of the night to ask about the case?" Chen Heng looked in disbelief, "It's three o'clock, have you checked the time?"

Zhou Li was quite impatient, and even the cat and the man squeezed into the door: "What time is it, don't ask, I'll go to sleep for a while, let's talk about it tomorrow morning if there is anything."

"Where's the cat? Did you pick it up? Oh, it's pretty tidy. Someone raised it." Chen Heng took the beautiful short kitten and put it on the long table to play with.

"I picked it up at the door, and it screams like a ghost. Tomorrow, I will take a photo of his ID card and post a cat-finding reminder at the street corner." Zhou Li stopped talking, went upstairs to find his own small bedroom, and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. .

After such a commotion in the middle of the night, Chen Heng woke up instead. He rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a broken pot, filled some yard sand as a litter box, and sighed at the cat: "No one wants you, I'll get you a litter box tomorrow." What, what other cats have, our cats will also have them, just say what you like, there is no shortage of money in our shop."

The next day, sunny, Blake started to clean the lobby as usual. He just wiped the table with a cotton cloth. He opened it and saw a few soft hairs on it. He pinched it with two fingers to observe, gray, short hair, what is it? Animal hair?

Today's cleaning is very careful, tables, chairs, cabinets, tea set and incense burner, after a whole set of procedures, except for gray hair in one hand, there is only a broken frying pan half filled with sand.

Moreover, Chen Heng seemed to get up a little later. He consciously grasped some secret, stepped on the steps, walked very slowly, and wiped the handrails.

As soon as Black stood at the door, Chen Heng opened the door, horrified: "What's the matter with you, you can't make a sound when you walk?"

Black stretched out the hand that was holding the gray fur tightly, and held it up to his eyes: "Something came in."

Chen Heng explained: "Last night Zhou Li brought a cat, um, Xiao Bu, didn't you see it? It's left downstairs."

He shook his head.

Following Black's gaze, Chen Heng looked down, and there was only one broken pot left?

He wasn't worried either: "The cat likes to run around, you can find it on the shelf..."

While speaking, there was a crash downstairs, and there was the sound of something breaking.

Chen Heng's heart tightened, and he ran down with his pants in his hands. There were a lot of fragile things downstairs, and any broken one would be enough for him to drink a pot.

Li Wei also heard the sound, bit his toothbrush and stood on the side of the stairs, frothing in his mouth and said: "What's wrong?"

No one answered, she looked at Black: "Xiao Bu?"

Blake pointed to the figure lying on the ground downstairs, the man stared at a trembling cat with fiery eyes, muttering, "My enamel sunflower cup...the one with a gold rim... "

Blake sighed: "The cat broke a pair of cups and put them on display. Mourn for it."