Aggrieved Fish Sprite

A deity makes a mountain, not its altitude.

I don't know where it started, if a mountain didn't have so many illusory gods and ghosts, it would be embarrassing to leave a name in the county annals.

If a woodcutter meets a fairy on this mountain, a white fox will come to repay his kindness on that mountain.On the same mountain, the immortal can guide the way, and the monster wants to eat people. I don't know how the immortal and the monster live in harmony as neighbors.

The scholar said with a smile, the child is silent and strange.

The local people believed it deeply, and they were cautious, lest they offend the mountain gods and the spirits living in the mountains.They passed on many taboos about entering the mountain by word of mouth, and asked their descendants to abide by it.

Zhushan County is such a place.

It is called Zhushan. In fact, there is no such a mountain in the territory. It is only because of the green mountains, green waters and lush bamboos here that it got such a name.There are more than a dozen mountains here, large and small, and if counted by the top of the mountain, there will be more.

Surrounded by mountains, the roads are rough and difficult, the products are barren, and the location is remote. Even if the war sweeps the Central Plains, it is difficult to burn this place.Although the place is small and poor, it is very stable and happy, and there are almost no major issues. The county government comes and tries every day, and it is a small matter of a chicken in the east and a wall in the west.

The county seat is not big, and one street ends at the end.

About ten steps away from the gate of the county government, the first shop on the street is hung with medicine banners, and herbs are drying on the wooden shelf in front of the door. The agile boy is busy, turning over the herbs in the dustpan while Can't help but glance at a wonton stand across the street.

The stall owner carried the burden, with a hot soup stove on one end and bowls and chopsticks and wrapped wontons on the other end.When someone stopped, he put down his burden and cooked a bowl warmly.People who eat are not particular about it, they just squat on the side of the road and start eating.

In the cold weather, the white mist mixed with the fragrance kept drifting over.

The little boy at the pharmacy couldn't help but look at it again and again.

Just as he was swallowing his saliva quietly, the owner of the wonton stall saw the child's mouth watering, smiled immediately, picked up a clean small bowl, scooped up a full portion of wonton soup, and was about to feed it to the pharmacist when he walked across the street. .

"No, Uncle Niu, I've already eaten." The pharmacy boy quickly refused.

"Half-year-old, I'm very hungry. It's still early for dinner, and I'm going to drink it. The cold soup is cooling quickly." The wonton stall owner said with a smile, and he stretched his head to look into the pharmacy, "Mo The doctor is not here?"

"Doctor Mo has gone up to the mountain to collect herbs." The pharmacy boy lifted up his coat, holding the bowl carefully through the cloth.

The bowl was a little hot, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold it.

After all, he was young and didn't have so many calluses on his hands.

The wonton soup is made from wild pheasant meat. Although a lot of water has been added, it still smells delicious.

After blowing a few breaths, the pharmacy boy took a sip slowly, and his body became warmer.

"Uncle Niu's craftsmanship is still so good."

"Haha, it goes without saying." The wonton stall owner put away the bowl and said casually, "It's an old saying that you don't go into the mountains in winter, so why did Doctor Mo go to the mountains? It's too cold and it's too dangerous to collect herbs. , Besides, what kind of medicine can I get?"

The pharmacy boy scratched his head and said depressedly, "I don't know. Doctor Mo only said that he wanted to go up the mountain to have a look. Maybe he found some good medicine when he went into the mountain last time?"

"Oh!"

The owner of the wonton stall wanted to say something more, but the diners next to him just put down the bowls and came over to answer the conversation: "I'm afraid I'm looking for ginseng. I heard people say that you have to tie a red string when picking ginseng, so the ginseng baby will not be able to escape. The more In winter, the easier it is to find, otherwise the vegetation is lush, and the ginseng dolls burrow into the ground, and then squat anywhere, even if they have eagle eyes, they can’t be found.”

The wonton stall owner suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly.

A tall, thin man passing by had a gloomy expression on his sallow face when he heard these words. He stopped in his tracks, looked at the pharmacy sternly, and then suddenly turned and walked towards the wonton stall.

"Boss, here is a bowl of wontons."

The man's voice was hoarse and unpleasant. He was wearing a shabby single jacket. At first glance, he was no different from ordinary people, even a little downcast, but the payer was very straightforward. He took out a dozen or so copper coins without counting them. Throw it to the wonton stall owner.

"Hey, I gave you seven cents too much." The stall owner said quickly.

The man waved his hand casually to indicate that there was no need, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "My legs and feet are not good, and I have an old problem. I want to see a doctor. I don't know if there are any other doctors in this county... I just heard The doctor sitting in the house has gone out?"

The little boy from the pharmacy turned his head back to sort out the herbs, but didn't speak to him.

The wonton stall owner said with a smile: "It's really unfortunate. We have only one doctor here. The others are all from the village. They can only see a headache. They can't be called doctors, and they can't save emergencies. You If the pain is severe, I'll point you to a place to see if it can be cured, if you can bear it, just wait a few days until Doctor Mo comes back."

"How old is this Doctor Mo?" The man asked tentatively, "Now that the mountains are covered by heavy snow, I'm afraid it will take ten and a half months to come back when I go to the mountains to gather herbs."

The wonton stall owner didn't answer the question, he just kept praising Dr. Mo's medical skills. He was simple and honest, he couldn't find any words, and he couldn't boast in any way, so he knew it was good.

So until the bowl of wontons was cooked, the man failed to find out more information.

With a sullen face, the man quickly finished his meal, dropped the bowl and left.

When the people walked away, the simple and honest smile of the stall owner immediately changed, and the diner who was talking about ginseng did not know which alley came out of it, and came to the stall owner again.

"Hurry up, Qin, I think there's something wrong with this guy. He's asking what Doctor Mo is going to do?" the wonton stall owner said to the diners.

"It's a foreigner. There are seven or eight of them. Except for him who stayed here, the others went into the mountain yesterday." Captain Qin nodded quickly and said, "I'll go find a few brothers to keep an eye on, maybe they are also here to collect ginseng."

"Tsk, I heard from the peddler that the ginseng customers outside the customs are all brave and ruthless, and they often steal and kill people." The wonton stall owner took a breath and said worriedly, "If Doctor Mo digs the ginseng first, and they bump into him What should I do?"

"It can't be such a coincidence..."

***

There is such a coincidence.

Carp carrying the medicine basket, holding the freshly dug white ginseng with both hands, squatting on the ground, staring blankly at a group of big men in leather jackets who suddenly appeared around.

"It's really white ginseng, the best white ginseng!"

The leading man squinted his small eyes and looked greedily at the fat ginseng.

The quality is good, and it looks like it is very old. It has been a few years since I have seen such a good ginseng. I heard that this small place with poor mountains and rivers has the best quality ginseng, but he didn't believe it at first.What's the use of that kind of wild ginseng as thick as a little finger? It's not enough for their brothers to squander after selling it, but good ginseng is different.

Like this white ginseng that is as thick as an adult's arm, it has complete branches and leaves, its facial features are lifelike, and it is full of aura. It can be sold for a thousand taels of gold, so you can eat and drink for the rest of your life.

"Hand it over, and I'll save your life." The leader said to Doctor Mo who was digging up the ginseng.

If it wasn't for the ginseng in the opponent's hands, the leader would have already slashed at him for fear of damaging the roots of the white ginseng in a fight.

Mo Li looked at the ginseng in his hand, and at the menacing people who seemed to swallow him with the ginseng, and slowly shook his head, because the ginseng could not be given to them.

"court death!"

The leader was furious, and the big men behind him also took out their weapons one after another.

They have done too much killing and extorting goods. Sometimes their own people would stab them with knives. Now they are more wary of the people around them. It would be great if one less person would pay for such a precious white ginseng.

At this time, a gust of wind blew past, and the suddenly blown snow covered the faces of all the participants, and their feet slipped inexplicably, as if there was an invisible force pushing them back.

"what happened?"

The leader roared, but was blinded by the wind and snow.

He exerted force on his feet and scratched his arms, but he couldn't control the tendency to retreat, and his face was filled with horror.

Because there is a cliff behind.

"what--"

The big men in leather jackets pushed each other like wontons into a pot, and fell down the cliff together with powder-like fine snowflakes, and a white mist suddenly rose from the bottom of the cliff.

This cliff is neither high nor low, and there is thick snow underneath, so you may not die if you fall, but you will freeze to death if you cannot climb out.

Doctor Mo, who didn't want this place to be stained with blood, nodded in satisfaction, filled up the ginseng hole, and put the white ginseng into the medicine basket.

"I'll find you another place with a lot of aura this year." Doctor Mo touched the leaves lightly, and chatted with White Ginseng seriously, "It's better to keep it a little more secret, so as to prevent you from being found out. They are [-] years old, why don’t they change their form? In Zhushan County, even Niu Da who sells wontons knows that there are ginseng dolls on the mountain!”

The white ginseng remained silent.

The howling cold wind disappeared automatically when it reached Doctor Mo's side.

Mo Li walked forward with white ginseng on his back, and when he passed a cliff, he frowned, and his figure suddenly appeared beside a pine tree ten meters away like a ghost, with a snow-white fox in his hand.

The fox opened its grape-like black eyes and looked at the ink carp pitifully.

"Following me, are you getting more courageous?" Mo Li shook the fox's tail in his hand.

The white fox didn't struggle, and rolled its eyes, salivating, staring at the medicine basket behind Doctor Mo.

The ink carp brought the fox up to its eyes, pointed at its nose and warned, "You are not allowed to eat white ginseng, nor the leaves. You are all spiritual creatures, and I am waiting for you to transform."

The fox let out a low cry.

"Still not convinced?" Mo Li reprimanded with a straight face.

While teaching, he touched the fox from head to tail.

No matter how you touch it, it is still a fox, nothing has changed.

Mo Li sighed, took out a gourd, and poured out a pill.As soon as the wax coat outside the pill was broken, the cool fragrance lured the white fox to move his head and come closer, rolled his tongue, and deftly swallowed the pill.

The abundant aura in the pill made the white fox narrow his eyes happily.

But after eating, it was still a fox, still staring eagerly at the white ginseng in the black carp medicine basket, eating from the bowl and thinking about the pot.The same is greedy, but a little cute.

"...Your ancestors knew how to repay kindness, why do you only eat?" Mo Li hated that iron could not be made into steel.

The white fox looked at Mo Li blankly, not understanding what he was talking about.

"Okay, go back."

The ink carp carried the medicine basket on its back and continued to walk up the mountain. The white fox reluctantly followed for a while, and found a trace of a rabbit on the way. Among the rabbits that Bai could only see and eat, the fox chose the latter without hesitation. , Diandian went to chase the rabbit.

"The one who wrote the county chronicles is a liar!" Mo Li fell into deep thought.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, and Mo Li walked alone for a long time, and finally found a hidden mountain stream. He looked around again to make sure that the spiritual energy here was abundant, so he put down the medicine basket, and held the white ginseng in the mountain stream Find a suitable location and start digging.

Carefully planted the white ginseng, crushed a pill, melted it together with the snow, and poured it around the rhizome of the white ginseng.

"Okay, you'll be living here this year." Mo Li patted the dirt and snow on his body, greeted the ginseng plant, and left the mountain stream.

After transplanting the ginseng, the black carp did not rush out of the mountain. He stopped and walked, as if he was looking for something.

He walked all three nearby hills, and finally stopped in front of a rock wall, and then stretched out his hands and started digging. There was a stone cave under the thick snow, and the entrance of the cave was blocked by stones.

The ink carp carefully moved the stone away, and at the same time waved his hand, the wind and snow automatically bypassed this area.

He bent down and crawled into the cave. The owner of the cave was a brown-scaled boa constrictor, nine feet long, and the thickness of a bucket. It looked very frightening.Now it's freezing cold, the boa constrictor is hibernating, its body is stiff and cold, curled up in a circle.

After carefully checking the condition of the python, Doctor Mo left a pill in the corner of the cave in disappointment, let it evaporate naturally, and then sealed the cave again.

Another year has come to an end.

White ginseng is still ginseng, white fox is still fox, big snake is still snake.

What about the monsters?

The author has something to say:

The world of this article is not complicated, and there is no big conspiracy.What kind of world is it... don't spoil it now XDD

Simply put, the protagonist is a lonely monster, but there are no monsters in this world, and he can't find any other monsters

Ink carp:? ? ?

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Mo carp: The white fox repays the favor, and the carp jumps over the dragon's gate!Liars, all liars!

PS: In reality, there is indeed a place called Zhushan County, in Hubei, but it has nothing to do with this article. It is just that after naming it, I found the same name but I don’t want to change it to OTZ