death of mountain god

Since the rear compartment is a mobile dark warehouse after the door is closed, no living thing is willing to live in it, so Zhou Li had to slightly remodel the two front seats, leaving a small seat for Black. Anyway, there are no traffic police, and it would be impossible to squeeze into an Indian train scene. Nobody cares.

Wen Yu doesn't need a seat. He is a beautiful bird no bigger than a fist. In order to show his concern for him, Zhou Li prepared an amber ashtray for him and put several layers of toilet paper on it, quite complacently. : "Isn't this bird's nest particularly creative?"

Black looked gloomy. He didn't want to comment on the bird's nest at all. The bird's nest was more comfortable than his current position. After a few minutes, he was about to move: "Can I ask to go to the back? Please open the car door to let in some light."

Zhou Li pulled over and stopped the car. In fact, there was no one on the road, but the habit of many years is like a seemingly inescapable animal taming chain, but this is a good habit, because shortly after parking, a fireball hit the original Where it was driving, the car body vibrated violently a few times and almost fell into a ditch by the side of the road.

Zhou Li was agitated, and hurriedly chanted the mantra, and a faint red spell appeared on the four walls of the car body. When his fingertips touched lightly, it seemed to touch the surface of the water, and the red water ripples spread around in circles. The movement of this layer of "water surface" will sharply deepen the color of the spell. Even if something barely breaks through, it will be like a meteoroid burning in the atmosphere, and there will be very little wear and tear in the process.

Blake looked up at the sky through the glass: "This thing seems to be a magical bird."

"No, it's not." While strengthening the spell, Zhou Li looked at the big pit with black smoke rising obliquely behind him, "Although I haven't seen it, but according to the records, the ten-day fire can dry up the land and make people miserable. Fireballs are crude imitations at best."

The fireball had already been extinguished, so Zhou Li picked up a long-handled shovel and opened the car door: "Wen Yu, are you going to see your ancestors?"

Shiratori's feathers blew up, and the originally smooth feathers fluffed into a ball, which looked like a dyed imitation doll. He murmured: "Okay. I hope it's a living thing."

The ground is warm, and you can feel the heat with your shoes on. It can be seen that the temperature of the fireball is not low. The floor heating pipes laid at home in the past were only slightly higher than body temperature when you stepped on it with bare feet. At that time, the room temperature was nearly [-] degrees. In the indoor room, Zhou Li looked at the white bird on his shoulder, and guessed that he could eat grilled chicken wings.

There are still ten suns in the sky, one star that is [-] million kilometers away from the earth's surface, nine golden crows that are close at hand, and the bird in the pit has not moved. Could it be that it slipped and fell, and then fell to its death?

Finally reaching the edge of the big pit, Wen Yu whized into the air: "I can't take it anymore, it's too hot, Zhou Li, don't you feel it?"

"Why don't you feel it?" Zhou Li touched the sweat beads that were crumbling on the top of his head, and wiped the hem of his clothes, "Did you see, it's a good thing I was wearing a sweat-absorbing cotton T, otherwise it would be so uncomfortable to stick to my back. "

Wen Yu suddenly fell silent, Zhou Li looked down, and unexpectedly found that there was a hole in the pit, and the three-legged crow, which was supposed to be in a mess, was lying on one side contentedly, with red feathers and white beak, and bright fur.

Next to Jinwu was an old man sitting on the ground, with a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, a black peaked cap on his head, and a black box in his arms. When he saw Zhou Li poking his head above him, the old man stroked his gray beard and gave him a sideways glance: "Look aside. What a good show? If it weren't for my aircraft malfunctioning, you little monster will not be able to talk to me even if you practice for hundreds of years."

Zhou Li didn't try to defend his identity for the time being, and took a few steps back wisely: "Mr., we passed by here, and we were almost smashed by your aircraft."

The old man took off his sunglasses, turned over neatly, and jumped to the ground: "Your trick has long been outdated outside, and there is a proper term called 'Pengci'."

As he spoke, he looked Zhou Li up and down, and his tone rose: "Hey, you are wrong, why are you a person, why did you come here?"

Zhou Li was unbearably hot, with a ring of sweat sticking to his neck, and his voice was a little impatient: "I am human, of course because my parents are human, the temperature is really unbearable, can you let this aircraft fly up first? Or Shall we take a step to talk?"

Following his gaze, the old man looked forward, met the eye-catching African brothers on the rear compartment, looked back at where they came from, stroked his beard and said, "I see, you came from the entrance of the village. Here, I don’t know what the old guy is planning..."

Zhou Li didn't hear the last sentence: "What did you say?"

The old man smiled and said, "It's nothing, the visitor is a guest, and I will see you off."

After all, regardless of Zhou Li's attitude, he strode to the rear of the car, and the car lock fell off with a click. He turned around and smiled: "Then I will get in the car first, and we will talk while walking."

Zhou Li was terrified by this smile back. He could see clearly that the other end had rotated 180 degrees.

A white bird landed on top of Zhou Li's head, staring blankly at the "aircraft" in the pit.

Zhou Li shouted loudly: "What about your aircraft?"

The old man made a big hole on the side of the carriage, stretched out his neck and took a look: "I'll get on it later, it's like your bus, but only the staff of Dali Temple can take it."

Wen Yu jumped down and turned into a human form, frowning and questioning him: "We have to return the car, how can you do this?"

Suddenly, there was a head hanging on the carriage, as if beheaded for public display, Zhou Li shook his head and got on the carriage helplessly.

Only then did the old man realize that he was alone in the entire rear compartment, and carefully retracted his head, for fear that the car would shake in the next second, and his head would be chopped off by the thin and tough iron sheet under his neck.

The old man waited for a while, but he didn't wait for someone to ask him what Dali Temple was, so he could only slowly pick up what he said just now: "The monsters here have become spirits, and they all need to register. Once registered, under normal circumstances You have to stay here for the rest of your life, or you will be arrested by the people of Dali Temple and beheaded."

It was really lonely, empty and boring to be alone in the back compartment, so the old man simply opened another opening in the front of the compartment, this time it was a square window style, just facing the back of Xiao Bu's head, the old man smiled a lot more kindly : "Yo, there's another kid."

The piercing sound of scratching the iron sheet was like a devil's voice, and Xiao Bu had endured it for a long time, and his face couldn't look any better. However, maybe he could get something from the old man, so he smiled and turned around: "Grandpa, my name is Xiaobu, and I'm here for tourism."

The old man looks like an old man, nothing else, until now he shows kindness to the child: "Hey, Xiaobu, my name is Xu Chongming, this place...is not a good place to travel."

Ahead is an intersection, and further away is another village. There is actually a road sign at the intersection: Go straight for 2000 meters, Pingya Mountain.

Shen Yuntan suddenly asked: "Where are you here?"

"Little Kunlun." Xu Chongming squinted his eyes and pointed from the mountains, "It's the one where you can see the building."

Kunlun Mountain, Little Kunlun, Shen Yuntan sounds funny, here is thousands of mountains and rivers away from the serious Kunlun Mountain, can't Kunlun just add a small word in front of it?

Having said that, the outline of the hill in front of me is quite familiar. It feels a bit like the miniature version of Kunlun Mountain back then, but the buildings on the slope are not up to standard, even a little wretched. To put it nicely, it is barely unique. The four corners of the house It's crooked and out of shape.

Xu Chongming looked at the dissimilar building and sighed: "The construction department did a good job. The minister studied abroad for decades, but he didn't learn much after he came back. He designed a bunch of ugly things, and there are a lot of other things. People want to flatter horses and hold stinky feet."

Now no one answered, only Blake kept looking at his black box, for fear that Xu Chongming would not be able to see his vigorous curiosity. If Zhou Li knew how to transmit sound, he would definitely laugh at this clumsy and exaggerated acting.

Xu Chongming lived up to everyone's expectations and lifted up his polished black wooden box, which looked very old, but it was just a look, Shen Yuntan hesitated again and again, but still suppressed this sentence: The imitation is not bad.

In the box, apart from the set of bamboo sticks and tortoise shells commonly used by fortune-tellers, there were also a bunch of yellow balls. Xiao Bu asked him, "What are the glass balls for?"

Zhou Li glanced at it: "You always...do you still work part-time?"

Xu Chongming lowered his voice: "To relieve worries and troubles, this is called golden-green cat's eye outside. There are piles of these things on the small Kunlun, and there are thousands of beads outside. I take advantage of this... position to do some shopping. "

Zhou Li sneered: "Bad money drives out good money. If you do this, can these beads still be sold for a price?"

Xu Chongming shook the folds on his face: "What kind of bad money, I'm all good money! Speaking of it, people who heard it cried, because formal institutions don't issue certificates, so I had to go to a printing shop to get a fake one. Thinking that people don’t care about the authenticity of the certificate, they would open their mouths and scold me when they see me setting up a stall on the street, saying that I am a fake.”

Wen Yu flew to his forehead: "You have quite a lot of life experience."

Xu Chongming then started bragging again: "This is called a rainbow that doesn't weather the storm. If I hadn't met a few thieves at a street stall, I guess I would open a jewelry store in a scenic spot at most."

"Wait, aren't you a fortune teller?" Black tried to bring back the subject.

"I don't know how to tell fortunes, maybe I don't have the talent in this area. Telling fortunes should be done by people. People's mouths are the best at talking. During the peer exchange meeting, I was really willing to bow down. Look at the people who talk about people Talking, talking nonsense, those who don’t know it will think it’s a pyramid scheme.”

Xu Chongming said with emotion: "I'm well-off now. I cooperate with Zhengzheng Jewelry Building. The sources of those famous brands are all from me. It's still reliable to buy on behalf of others. It's real money. Bullying, but also profiteering."

The mountain gate is ahead, Zhou Li asked him: "What if we just turned the corner?"

"Turn the corner and go out. It's a coincidence that you came here. If you want to come back after you go out, it will be as difficult as going to heaven."

It seems that the tickets did not exist in the first place, and the factors that led them to come in had nothing to do with those two tickets.

The door is very simple, a simple wooden archway, four pillars and three rooms, the whole body is red lacquered, the traditional triple eaves only have three large crossbars, and there are no clamping stones under the four pillars. It is too simple, and it looks like Japan. Torii.

Zhou Li's heart skipped a beat, and he remembered a saying—the torii gate is the entrance to God's Domain.