death of mountain god

Three days later in the evening, thick smoke was billowing directly above the cliff pavilion, and a white bird with green eyes landed on Xu Chongming's shoulder. He held a burning torch tightly in his hand. At the door, he threw the torch into the long corridor, a cluster of blue flames streaked across the ground, and then a gust of wind blew by, the fire grew suddenly, and the slender fire dragon stuck out its tongue, licking the vermilion half-faded doorpost.

Zhou Li's face was covered with a soaked white mask. Every time he took a step, a splash of water was stepped on the smooth concrete floor. Ordinary vermilion characters, Fu forehead lamented: "It's such a waste, a talisman will be invalid if you can't walk a hundred meters."

The original bright red writing on the talisman gradually faded, and before they disappeared completely, they passed through the wall formed by the flames.

"The name Fengboting always sounds familiar..." Zhou Li looked at the row of hollowed-out official script on the wooden board that remained motionless under the firelight.

The name is Ting, but it is in the building. The octagonal cornices in my impression overlap with the square room in front of me. The wind and waves are piled up with white waves. The quiet room in front of me, which is sealed off by flames, cannot be compared with the word "storm". There are enough violations, and this one is not bad.

"During the Southern Song Dynasty, there was also a Fengbo Pavilion in Dali Temple in Hangzhou, which was the place where Yue Fei was buried." Shen Yuntan stood behind Zhou Li, the corners of his clothes were burnt yellow, his face was extraordinarily white under the flames, and beads of sweat dripped from the tip of his nose. Sliding down the cheeks, dripping, and evaporating in mid-air.

The green-eyed white bird remained motionless on the table, like a false rubber doll with a pair of glass beads installed as eyes, staring straight up at the blank wall.

Zhou Li hesitated and called out: "Wen Yu?"

The bird's feathers trembled, and this slight movement finally made Zhou Li confirm that the white bird on the case was a living thing. He gave Shen Yuntan a wink, signaling him to pay attention to other movements in the room.

Shen Yuntan smiled comprehensibly, a soft white light floated in his palm, and he walked around the room like a snake freely, and nodded cautiously.

Zhou Li whistled a series of ups and downs, sat cross-legged on the futon beside the table, and asked loudly: "Where is the master of your little Kunlun? It's fine if you are too timid to meet him, and you don't even say your name." I am also in admiration to death."

The owner of Little Kunlun is not here, the old man will not easily step out of the door, he is old enough, he should have been buried in the depths of the loess, and he can survive until today, and there are layers of bones under his feet .

Half a mountain away, his voice came out of a white bird's mouth: "My humble Hu Yunsheng, I am too old to move around, so I can use this little demon's body. Do you know why I live so long? It is because of caution Two words, if you insist that this is cowardice, I have no objection."

It was obviously the same voice, but what came out of Shiratori's mouth at this moment was not Wen Yu's usual clear and clear voice, but an extremely hoarse and unpleasant voice, which made people feel chills.

Zhou Li rubbed his ears, looked directly at the pair of green eyes and said, "Oh, the surname is Hu, no wonder, smart people are timid, so I understand."

"Not all people with the surname Hu are foxes, they may also be tigers." Shen Yuntan reminded him.

Zhou Li snorted: "Whatever he is, just treat him like this, the leadership of Little Kunlun is hopeless."

"Where's Blake? You should clarify the situation of the... hostage first, otherwise we have nothing to talk about. I'm in a hurry to go home and pet the cat, thank you." Zhou Li raised his head and closed his eyes. Smoke slipped in through the crack of the door, irritated Dry eyes.

Shiratori looked directly at the wall, opened its mouth and spit out a jet of water. A gray-blue watermark spread out on the snow-white wall, spreading evenly into a perfect circle with smooth edges. Blake's image suddenly appeared, and Bafeng lay motionless on the ground, chest Slight ups and downs, it can be seen that it is a living person, with no missing arms and legs, Zhou Li heaves a sigh of relief.

Hu Yunsheng said: "See, the person is intact."

Zhou Li looked at the corner of the room in the watermarked image. There was nothing but a gauze lamp lighting it. He hummed: "Tell him to stand up and take two steps? What if he becomes limping and useless... I'll tell you Let’s say, this child’s physical development is at a critical stage, and it might affect his whole life.”

Hu Yunsheng's tone remained steady: "There is a wall of fire outside the Fengbo Pavilion, you'd better not waste any more time, one finger, change this kid, think about it yourself."

Zhou Li asked: "How do you change it? You don't even show your face, you don't do business like this?"

Hu Yunsheng's laughter came out like a leaking bellows: "Master Mountain God, long time no see, why have you become so preoccupied, it seems that outside is really not a good place to go."

How did he know the mountain god... Zhou Li glanced at Shen Yuntan reflexively, Shen Yuntan shook his head silently, he suddenly woke up, this mountain god should be referring to the Kunlun Mountain God.

"Black clouds billowed in the sky above Kunlun Mountain, the thunder sounded like ghosts crying, and the vegetation on the top of the mountain turned into scorched earth in an instant. We all felt that we were doomed, until you slowly walked out of the ruins of the temple. It was ridiculous that we were too How stupid to think that this mountain god is going to save everyone."

"God is contrary to the way of heaven, and committed suicide in Kunlun. This sentence has been circulating for a long time. Like the legend of Chang'e flying to the moon and praising her father for chasing the sun, almost everyone believes it to be true, but I am the one who witnessed this scene with my own eyes. Not suicide."

Zhou Li listened quietly, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Shen Yuntan's lips squirming, as if he wanted to say something, he raised his eyebrows to signal, but Shen Yuntan lowered his eyes.

It sounds like Hu Yunsheng has really lived long enough. His purpose of building Little Kunlun is probably... to hide from the world?Zhou Li didn't respond when he heard the word suicide. He seemed to be listening to someone else's story. There are two different versions of this story.

No, Zhou Li's heart skipped a beat, maybe there are not two versions, Shen Yuntan said that he died on the top of the mountain with no bones left, but he didn't explain exactly how he died.

Zhou Li himself didn't think there was any problem with this. It was too cruel to describe the death of his loved ones in detail.

Hu Yunsheng didn't seem to be lying, he was too sincere. Unlike the self-reports of the protagonists in those talk shows who burst into tears, his tone was not exaggerated, he didn't consider the audience, and he was full of resentment.

"At noon, the top of the mountain was covered by thick clouds and the sky was dark. Lightning continuously fell around the temple, illuminating your blood-stained head. The god who should have died came back to life. You held the Golden Crow with one hand. throat, and smashed the burning bird to the mountainside where all the monsters gathered."

It sounds like he failed suicide, but went mad instead. Hu Yunsheng's gaze pierced Shiratori's green eyes and landed on Zhou Li. This gaze was as real as it was, making him feel cold all over his body, as if he was about to go back thousands of years ago The scene of purgatory.

"Tell me about you..." Zhou Li smacked his lips, stopped talking a few times, and still scolded softly: "Yun Tan, can't you tell the whole thing at once? It's killing me now Not even mentally prepared."

Shen Yuntan's eyelashes trembled, and he murmured: "It's all in the past, I'm just afraid of you..."

"Most of what Hu Yunsheng said is true, and the divine punishment did not completely destroy the new god of Kunlun Mountain. When you were enchanted by the divine body when the nine thunders touched your body, I was very happy to see you flying down, but you The golden crow in my hand made me wake up—that thing destroyed Kunlun Mountain.”

Shen Yuntan suddenly knelt down: "Then I will kill you and send your last ray of soul into reincarnation."

What was he thinking at the time?Zhou Li is no longer Zhou Li, there is another strange thing in his body, that thing insulted his body, the person who smiled evilly and looked at the mountain full of flames is so strange, "God bless you." I'm still talking like this for a second, but is this monster still a god?

The soft white light on Zhou Li's body gradually dissipated, and then gathered again. He left the body occupied by the monster, and approached step by step with a smile: "Yun Tan, hug me."

Shen Yuntan spread his arms, and as soon as he touched the translucent figure, he realized that this was Zhou Li's godhead, and he gave his only hope of survival to others—"Yuntan, kill that monster in front of you quickly!" , and then go back to Baiyu Mountain, as if there are no gods in the world.”

He was a lowly dryad who committed the crime of killing gods.

What is it like to kill a god with your own hands?Shen Yuntan will always remember the moment when the blood on the ground cooled down. He has never seen so much blood. The fresh red liquid gush out from the chest of God cheerfully, splashing everywhere. He wiped it with the corner of his tattered clothes On the cheek that had been reunited after a long absence, he knelt on the top of Kunlun Mountain and wept uncontrollably.

Zhou Li shook his head, and pulled Shen Yuntan up: "Why are you kneeling? I'm not a god. I have to thank you for talking about it. It's better than dying for thousands of years."

Shen Yuntan lowered his eyes: "You don't need to give me your godhead, the enchantment is only temporary, and you will recover sooner or later."

Zhou Li asked him: "What if this 'sooner or later' lasts for hundreds or thousands of years?"

Shen Yuntan was at a loss for words for a while, his eyes widened, and Zhou Li bumped into his right shoulder: "Why can't you think about it, that is the best choice, do you see that I am living well now..."

The white bird jumped on the table again, and Hu Yunsheng's voice came out again: "Chongming is dead, everyone is dead, why are you useless mountain god still alive?"

There was a figure on the wall, it was an old man, almost at the same time when he saw his face clearly, Zhou Li immediately confirmed his identity - Hu Yunsheng.

"You said, compared to the fresh creatures all over the mountain, is it too much for me to ask you for a finger?"

Hu Yunsheng bent down and stretched his hands towards Black's neck. His nails suddenly became sharp, and he swiped in the air, making the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed. The next second, the feather pendant fell into his hand, and Black's neck was added There was a bloodstain, he opened his eyes suddenly, and shouted: "Elder!"

Zhou Yue watched Black get up and back quickly, as if seeing a ghost, Hu Yunsheng didn't feel sorry for him, and there was even a hint of warmth in his brows: "Son, you've lived so far because of this feather, why? There is no reaction when you see the wounds of those two people? Shouldn't you go home immediately and have a look?"

"You did what happened in the hotel?" Zhou Li asked him.

Hu Yunsheng smiled: "It doesn't count, at least I didn't kill it with my own hands."

"You raised the ghost." Zhou Li was sure now. This is also the reason why a tiger demon can grow old and not die. eternal life.

It is mutual benefit in name, but it is actually a contract of sale.Hu Yunsheng's countless ways of persuading people: You work for me, and then you will live forever in the form of a ghost, but once the ghost dies, it will disappear completely.

Black kept backing away, leaning against a wall, and suddenly asked, "Elder, why does this place smell like burnt?"

Zhou Li was taken aback, he suddenly had a feeling that the opposite of this wall was really a picture in the water stains.

At this moment, the ground shook violently, Zhou Li staggered a bit, stretched out his hands to support the wall and stood firm, he felt that the wall was uneven, and when he looked closer, there was a big hole in the wall, but the wall It is white, and the underside of the wall is also white. If you don't reach out and touch it, it is difficult to find this gap.

The spider silk penetrated into every hole, pierced into the wall along the cracks, and with the slight crackling sound layer by layer, the white paint on the surface of the surrounding walls peeled off completely, and the second layer of paint also completely cracked after a few seconds, like hard paper all over the sky The pieces rustled and fell, finally revealing the murals all over the wall.

In addition to the conventional colors, the paint also uses gold as an embellishment. The painted paintings on the four walls are a whole, and there are two gold-leaf-framed doors on each wall, including the door they came in. There are eight doors in total. Zhou Li In a low voice: "Point to the southeast."

Shen Yuntan said succinctly: "That's right, the middle of the gossip array is called Dianjiangtai, and the eight doors are Xiu, Sheng, Huo, Du, Jing, Death, Jing, and Kai. The door we entered is the door of life. It is located in the east, and the southwest is Xiumen, which is just opposite to Hu Yunsheng's room, so there may be unexpected discoveries."