little demon

Chapter 3: The Story of a Scholar on the Mountain

Yaoshan has fewer monsters and less non-monsters.

Therefore, the trivial matter of a ghost scholar coming to the mountain has become a major event.The monsters in the mountain rushed to tell each other, and within half an hour, more than a dozen monsters, big and small, gathered in front of the hut where the ghost scholar lived temporarily.Even the monk, oh no, the former monk, was pulled over by the curious Fu He.

The ghost book grows up well and has a good temper, and it doesn't get angry when the monsters watch it.He cupped his hands to the demons and said, "I don't intend to disturb your cultivation, I just went up the mountain rashly this time just to meet the little fox."

The monsters looked at each other with hesitation when they heard the words, but the little magpie said straightly: "Brother Fox was taken to the snake cave by the green python from the next mountain to be the wife of the snake cave, and he is not here."

The crow spirit quickly covered her mouth to comfort the scholar: "Don't be sad, the scholar can hook up with flower demons, cat demons, and snake demons if he is not with the vixen."

The cat demon and flower demon present immediately jumped three feet away to show their innocence, while the snake demon secretly blushed.

The scholar laughed: "You have misunderstood, I have no admiration for the little fox, I just want to clarify some things."

"Oh..." The demons obviously didn't believe it.

The tree spirit stroked his beard that was so long that it dragged the floor and said earnestly: "50 years of life are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity, forget it when you forget it, young man."

"Tch..." All the demons despised it unanimously.

Who doesn't know that the dryad likes to pretend to be a tree hole to deceive people when he is young, and when he is old, he will tell those secrets to the young saplings as jokes every day, and can shake out all the old sesame seeds and rotten millet.

"Since the little fox is not here, it's inconvenient for Xiaosheng to stay for a long time. Let's leave." The scholar shook his sleeves and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute! We can send the little demon to bring the little fox back."

"That's right, young people, don't worry."

"Stay and play with us."

All the monsters stopped him in a hurry, the mountains have been boring for hundreds of years, how could he let go of a scholar who only appeared in the scriptures.

The scholar has always been mild-tempered, unable to hold back the enthusiasm of the monsters, so he was welcomed into a luxurious little courtyard and "lived forever" thereafter.

The monsters on Yaoshan Mountain took turns to go to the scholar's small courtyard to chat. They were very interested in the things in the world and why the scholar became a ghost scholar.

One day, a little snake came shyly to the scholar's feet.

The scholar bent down to pick him up and coiled him up on his arm.

"Scholar, scholar, are you really a ghost?" The little snake asked impatiently.

The scholar smiled wryly: "I don't know if I am a human or a ghost."

He was supposed to be dead, but somehow he came back to life.Thought alive, but no heartbeat.Forgot many things, and vaguely remembered that he had rescued a talking fox, so he broke into Yaoshan bravely, hoping to recall a little bit of the past.

The little snake shook its head, and cautiously approached his ear and said, "I think you are a fairy."

This kind of speculation is new, the scholar asked: "How can you see it?"

The little snake thought he had guessed right, and said happily: "The book says that ghosts have no shadows and are afraid of the sun. You are not afraid of anything."

"Well, it makes sense." The scholar said to the little snake with bright eyes, "Unfortunately, I'm not a god."

"Is that so..."

The little snake lowered its head dejectedly.Just when the scholar was thinking about whether to comfort him, he suddenly got his head into the scholar's sleeve.

"If you are not a fairy, would you like to be with a snake?"

Through the fabric, the scholar can feel the body of the little snake, which is burning with shame.

The little snake said: "The cat demon and the flower demon are afraid of suffering with the scholar, but I am not afraid."

Scholar Quan pretended to be a child, and said jokingly: "From this point of view, you are not afraid of anything."

"Yes, yes, we are made for each other," the little snake came out cheerfully, and his eyes froze when he met the scholar, "Actually, I am afraid that the cat demon will catch me, that the flower demon will sprinkle pollen, and that the tree demon will break my mind." , I was afraid that the monkey demon would force me to drink..."

He counted them one by one and finished talking about all the monsters on the mountain.

"What are you afraid of?" The scholar asked after hearing it interesting.

The little snake thought for a while: "Let's say there are so many."

The scholar nodded: "It seems there are quite a few more."

The little snake shyly climbed off the scholar's arm and twisted his body into a twist.

At this moment, the wind in the forest suddenly picked up, and the scholar was fascinated by a piece of falling petals. When he opened his eyes again, a butterfly landed on the "twist".

"Okay, you lied to me that the ghost scholar is not here, but you came to play with him!"

"Twist" raised a small snake's head: "The scholar will not turn into a butterfly after death, and cannot fly away with you."

"Idiot, haven't you heard the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai? When a scholar dies, he becomes a butterfly!" The butterfly flapped its wings and patted the little snake's head.

"I am not a fool!"

"You are!"

The two little things quarreled and forgot about the scholar.

The scholar cleared his throat and opened his hands one by one: "If you want to come to me, I welcome you at any time, so don't quarrel."

The little snake clung to his hand in grievance, and the butterfly flew to his shoulder humming and chirping.

"Scholar, tell him quickly that you are a butterfly." Huadie ordered arrogantly.

The scholar said: "I'm sorry, I really can't become a butterfly."

The little snake swept away the sluggishness just now, straightened up the snake body and danced, saying: "Look, look, I'm still right."

Hua Die looked at the scholar and then at the little snake, and turned into a girl in a colorful skirt, and ran away crying "Wow".

"You bully me, I want to tell sister Hongli!"

The scholar touched his nose. Although he did nothing wrong, he still felt like he was bullying a child.

The little snake said sweetly: "Don't worry, the butterfly complains to the red carp every day, and the red carp won't take it seriously."

The scholar thought that this was not what I was worried about. He pinched the little snake's tail: "What about you, who do you complain to when you are wronged?"

"I used to tell it to myself," Xiao Snake peeked at the scholar's face, "Is it okay if I tell you later?"

Perhaps the wind was too light and the flowers were too fragrant, so the scholar's voice couldn't help but soften a little.

He heard himself answer with a smile:

"it is good."

The scholar is a person who goes with the situation, he is in life, he is in death, and he is not born or dead.

He lived comfortably in Yaoshan, and his body was no longer sickly. He planted flowers, drank tea and listened to monsters gossip every day. He lived a stable life and was not in a hurry to find the little fox.It's just that a small snake sprang out from time to time, either in the grass or on the beams or between the quilts, and the scholar almost crushed him several times without paying attention.

The little snake was not as shy as when we first met, and she talked more: "I want to ask for some seeds for you, but the flower demon is not willing, she said it will become a token of love. Why can't the banshee give you something? Peacocks like to give feathers to beautiful people, so she has many lovers."

Since the scholar promised him that he could come and confide in his grievances, Xiao Snake came to report almost every day, and pretended to be aggrieved if he had no grievances.

The grievances he racked his brains to come up with are ridiculous to the scholar.The monsters on Yaoshan Mountain are not as vicious as the villagers at the bottom of the mountain said, but they are very simple. They believe whatever is written in the scriptures.When the scholar told them that he neither planned to go to Beijing to catch the exam, nor lost his way in the mountains, nor ran into a peerless beauty or eloped with a boudoir lady, the goblins were all incredulous and dumbfounded, unable to believe that there would be such a thing in the world. Scholar who does nothing.

"Scholar, scholar!" The little snake bumped his head into the palm of his hand.

The scholar came back to his senses, smiled at Xiao Snake and said, "It's called a token of love when people who love each other give gifts to each other."

"The two are in love..." Xiao Snake murmured and repeated, and then she didn't know what to think of, and her face was ashamed.

When the scholar woke up the next day, he found that his chest was cool. He lifted his underwear and saw that the little snake coiled around his body and spit out a crystal bead.

"I don't know how to raise flowers and grass, and I don't know how to write poems or paintings," said the little snake, "I can only give you this."

"Wait a minute!" The scholar felt bad, "You must not lose the Yuan Dan."

"Did I lose the Yuan Dan?" The little snake asked puzzledly, then panicked, "When did I lose the Yuan Dan!"

The scholar realized that he had misunderstood, coughed twice and said in embarrassment: "No, I hope you are careful."

"Oh." Little Snake nodded half-understood, then held the pearl in front of the scholar like offering a treasure, "This is the pearl I bought when I turned into a human and went down the mountain for the first time, is it good?"

It turned out to be pearls...

The scholar breathed a sigh of relief, and took the beads: "It's very beautiful."

The little snake looked at him expectantly.

The scholar froze for a moment before realizing that he was waiting for a gift in return.

Could it be... a token of love?The scholar thought with a headache, this is really not good.