death of mountain god

Within a week, they stood at the foot of the mountain for the second time. Zhou Li chose to walk off the road, separated from the main line of the scenic spot where tourists gathered by hundreds of feet of cliffs.

Cheng Wenzhe was at the forefront. He was broadcasting live and turned on the speaker. The title was Road to Hades.

"Does Brother Orange also like perfume?"

"Where is this? I feel that the small pavilion passing by in the distance is very familiar."

"Hhhhh, brother, this is a retro filter, the tone is slightly darker."

His current roommate - tall and in good shape, cheated him of a cup of expensive tea last time.This man takes a mini-erguotou-like glass bottle and sprays it down his neck a few times every morning, and the whole house will be filled with the decaying smell of rotten wood.Finally one day, he couldn't restrain his curiosity, and sincerely asked for advice on what kind of magical perfume this was, and the man faintly uttered four words: The Road to Hades.

When he was walking on this lonely mountain road, these words naturally popped up in his mind. This road was clearly going straight to the sky, but the aggravating coldness around him kept reminding him that this was the road leading to the sky. The road to the underworld.

"Big Chengzi, are you alone? Will there be any danger?"

Cheng Wenzhe said: "There are two companions behind me. In order to give you the best view, I decided to take the lead. It was the same mountain last time, the path I took, um... tickets? I didn't buy a ticket, this time I Don’t go to scenic spots, just come to cultivate immortals.”

Suddenly he stared straight at a bullet screen: "The road to the underworld is real. This is the place where souls return. Yin and Yang cut the dawn, and what is cut is not the dawn, but life and death."

Immediately someone followed behind: "Don't scare him, this guy is timid."

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on the back of Cheng Wenzhe's neck. To be honest, that sentence really scared him.He took a close-up of a crooked-necked pine tree that grew recklessly: "Okay, let's end this first, and continue after dinner."

Then he turned off the screen, stopped in his tracks, slowed down his breathing and turned around, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

I was really afraid of something coming, the cool wind blew by, and there was no one behind me.

He shouted tremblingly, "Zhou Li? Shen Yuntan?"

The two earphone wires around his neck were wound several times, and Cheng Wenzhe wanted to cry without tears. He really wanted to hang himself on the spot, no, he hanged himself from a tree. He looked up at the crooked neck tree, and he looked like a thin old man with malicious intentions. , the bark is knotted and cracked, making the evil appearance of demons and ghosts.

The branches were too thin to support his own weight. The sweat on Cheng Wenzhe's back became cold in the wind, and he began to search for the path back.

The phone can no longer be connected. When this happens, the signal is gone, and the live broadcast was still available a second ago. Now there is a cross mark directly in the signal bar.

Zhou Li was also wondering, Cheng Wenzhe was clearly in his field of vision all the time, how could he just stare and disappear?He tugged at the spider thread in his hand, if it didn't break, that's fine.

"I glued a thin spider's thread on Xiao Cheng's arm in advance. If you pull it, it won't break. Just follow this direction to find it."

Shen Yuntan responded, and stretched out his hand to touch the thin to translucent silk thread. At an angle that Zhou Li couldn't see, his palm was slightly warm, and pale, dazzling sparks flashed, passing through the jungle along the silk thread like an electric current. mountain stream.

At the other end of the spider's thread, Cheng Wenzhe was so frustrated that he simply went back to the crooked-neck tree, observed the grain of the tree, saw that there were no insects on it, and sat beside him in peace.

This place is so quiet. It’s completely different from last time. There are no vendors selling tomatoes, water, old popsicles, or all kinds of Yiwu gadgets, and there are no colorful and chaotic crowds. At that time, I didn’t need to waste my brain. Follow along If the flow of people is gone, you are sure to be right. If you are not good enough, you can follow the clean and solid stone road. There are intersections everywhere in the southeast, northwest, and getting lost will only appear in dreams.

Don't you like to go out and wander around?Why are you so cowardly now?He looked around, afraid of exhausting his strength and afraid to walk around, and afraid that his companions would not find him, he was as anxious as an ant dancing on a hot pot.

In the past, I was extremely disgusted with several-star scenic spots that were well-organized and well-secured. Now it seems that there is nothing wrong with artificially planned scenic spots. At least there is no need to worry about personal safety. This kind of field is called heaven and earth.

Cheng Wenzhe yelled again, except for the belated echo from afar, there was no sign that there was any other intelligent thing in this ghost place.

Thinking of this, he paused, something with wisdom?God of the mountain!

So, he did something earth-shattering and weeping ghosts and gods. He turned on the recording function of his mobile phone and began to recite the mountain ghost sacrifice poems cached on the road.

A person who has experienced Chinese education for nearly 20 years, he reads poems like an old radio that cannot receive a signal, and none of the sentences can be fluently followed. After stumbled and read a few sentences, he felt deep despair.

"The rest of the place is secluded and the sky can't be seen... Da? No, it's dark and dark... You (ape) chirping and you (you) singing at night... I really beep the dog and read this constipation thing. "

If it doesn't work once, try again. If you really want to make up your mind to read it, you can almost get it right after repeated several times. It can't be compared with a wizard, but at least you can read every sound correctly.

I hope that after so many years, the mountain ghost can still understand.

There was nothing unusual around, Cheng Wenzhe turned the phone to the maximum volume, and started recording the single track just now.

I said silently in my heart: Mountain ghost, mountain ghost, I will make up for what I did wrong last time, let me get out of this place where no shit.

Zhou Li followed the spider silk all the way forward, wondering how they got out of this weird road. Not long ago, he found that the spider silk circled a place that roughly formed a regular triangle three times.

It shouldn't be, the mountain ghosts know what they're here for, so there's no need to be so embarrassing, right?

He tugged at Shen Yuntan's sleeve in doubt: "Do you think he bumped into something else, why hasn't he seen anyone yet?"

Shen Yuntan's ears twitched. To be honest, he had heard the poetry recitation in the southwest direction a long time ago, but he was very embarrassed at the moment. How could he induce Zhou Li to find someone in the right direction without arousing suspicion?

Seeing that this person gradually deviated from his destination, he cleared his throat: "I think it's better to go in another direction. It takes a lot of time to look for it by turning left and right?"

Zhou Li didn't think about it, he did go around too many circles, he stopped, pulled the guiding thread in his hand again, sat down on a smooth stone to think about life, and after a while, grabbed Shen Yuntan's hand Arm: "How about we throw a branch, and look for it wherever the forked end points."

This is such a bad idea, Zhou Li didn't think it was a good idea, so he added another sentence: "Or...forget it...let's continue to pull the thread..."

Before the words fell, Shen Yuntan made a final decision: "Okay, just throw the branches."

Very decisive, Zhou Li even felt that his memory had made a mistake. Could it be that this branch really works in the mountains?

"Who threw it?" There were branches everywhere, Zhou Li picked one that looked pleasing to the eye and handed it over.

Shen Yuntan pushed the pot out: "You can throw it away casually, if the mountain ghost notices it now, it will definitely help you."

Immediately, Zhou Li gained confidence, he is not afraid of failure, there is help anyway.

Then he threw it upwards, especially high in order to attract the attention of the mountain ghost, and then, the branch got stuck on the top of the arborvitae tree on the right.

After a moment of silence, Shen Yuntan suppressed a smile and stepped forward, kicking the split-skinned tree trunk.

The branch fell in response, and when it fell to the ground, it was forcibly changed direction, and the forked end pointed directly to the southwest.

"Let's go." Really throwing out the direction, Zhou Li didn't want to hesitate any longer.

"Is it very easy to get lost here?" Shen Yuntan asked knowingly.

Zhou Li frowned and thought about this question. This is a well-known place for offering sacrifices to the heavens and enshrining Zen. From his knowledge, this mountain is important, but it is not considered dangerous. On the contrary, because of various legends, it has attracted many literati and poets. Here, a poem is inscribed, and a stele is carved there.

"I think it's because we didn't take the main road." He thought for a long time and realized the problem, "If we take the tourist road, there won't be so many troubles..."

Shen Yuntan nodded: "Well, do you know how to contact the mountain ghost? Since he is in charge of this mountain, shouldn't he have noticed that we have come?"

Zhou Li rubbed his eyebrows, and he was also puzzled: "Shangui lives by faith, and there is so much traffic here, he can't do anything, why didn't he even come to pick up the things he made an appointment with himself? ?”

Qu Yuan's mountain ghost poems should be before the formation of the immortal system, and most of the sacrifices and prayers were about livelihood issues. What should I do if the crops in the field are dying of drought?Ask for rain.In a few days, there will be a war with the neighboring princes, what should I do if I feel flustered?Set up the altar and ask for a victory.

"Ghosts and gods are inseparable. They all have supernatural power. In other words, they are the spokespersons of nature. They are not on the side of human beings. How do you say that? Jie died. The mountain ghost's idea now is to save people, but he also knows this truth, so...should...he won't force it, right?"

Zhou Li talked a lot, but in the end he still couldn't figure out what the mountain ghost was thinking.

People's hearts are unpredictable, let alone ghosts and gods?

Shen Yuntan suddenly stopped talking, as if thinking about something extremely painful, his complexion changed several times, his eyes looked elsewhere, avoiding Zhou Li's gaze.

There is always an undercurrent under the calm, Zhou Li stared at the back of his head, obviously they had kissed each other, their lips and teeth were touching, but an unfathomable gully always lay between the two of them.

The words were weak, he held Shen Yuntan's left hand, rubbed the notch of the ring, and secretly made up his mind, no matter what the reason for this person's gaffe at the moment, be it an unforgivable crime or an unspeakable hidden disease, he will To face it, rather than just walk away as if nothing happened.