Stupid beauty doesn't want to be a demon

After a cup of rough tea, Xi Feiluan and his party sat at the bamboo table in the house, and the old man who claimed to be the village head told them about the situation in the village.

The village is not very big. There were 85 people in the village. This place is far away from the imperial court. There are no wars and corvees. The villagers have lived and worked here for more than ten generations.However, the resources in the village are really limited, there is no shortage of food and textiles, but kerosene, ironware, salt and other things have to go to far places to exchange them, because the village is small and remote, and no merchants come here at all.

Some villagers discussed that they wanted to cut down the old tree at the back of the mountain and sell it. They would definitely sell it for a high price. When they had money, they would expand the village and repair the roads. Naturally, some traders would come here to talk to them. deal.But this matter was strongly opposed by several old people in the village, who said that the village could not be expanded, and the trees could not be cut down. It was the protection of the mountain god that allowed them to escape the surveillance of the imperial court and live here for so many years. If they cut it down, they would definitely provoke anger The mountain god, punished the village.

Those old people are very old, some of them are nearly a hundred years old, their minds have long been unclear, and they don't even remember who their family members are. The villagers didn't take their words to heart. I have to go to a small town hundreds of miles away, so I can find some buyers of the trees.

Also on that day, the mountain god statue enshrined in the village suddenly disappeared.

Everyone was puzzled and looked around, but they didn't find the statue of the mountain god, but they found the body of the middle-aged man who went out in the mountain.

The corpse was hanging on the branch of the old tree, shaking in the wind as if it had been dried by the wind. It looked at the crowd with cloudy eyes, as if crying something.

That day all the people in the village got up at night and went to the forest with their lights on to see it. He raised his voice: "It's God's Wrath——It's God's Wrath!!!"

"God said that we are too greedy, we shouldn't, we shouldn't!" At the table, the village chief beat Xi Feiluan's chest and stamped his feet, looking sad that he was about to die. A lot of villagers gathered at the door, and a woman in the crowd began to sob softly.

"Take a sip of tea."

The village head raised his head, and saw that the immortal opposite him pushed the teacup over and was looking at him without blinking, with no emotion on his face or in his clear eyes.

The village head choked his throat, quickly took the teacup, forced a sip of water and continued: "After that day, Mr. Xu said that the mountain god had a grudge against us and wanted us to..."

With a sneer, Yu Sheng said in a disdainful voice: "Is there a god who would resent believers?" He tilted his head and glanced at Fei Zhe: "I'm afraid it's not some demon."

"Drink some water." Xi Feiluan handed the teacup to Yu Sheng who was sitting beside him.

Yu Sheng was still tied up, he smiled lightly: "No, senior brother, I'm not thirsty."

"Fei Zhe, feed him."

"Just watch it!" Fei Zhe took the teacup with a ferocious face, and was about to pour it into Yu Sheng's mouth.

Xi Feiluan: "You continue."

The village chief paused, and then said: "According to what Elder Xu said, we presented a pair of boys and girls to the mountain god..." When he said this, his voice became much softer: "Put the pair of children in the mountain god's temple." , we left. Suddenly heard a loud noise at night, Mr. Xu refused to let us go out, but the parents of the children couldn't stand it anymore, so they ran into the forest and saw the mountain temple collapsed..."

"Ahem..." Yu Sheng didn't forget to interject when his face was broken: "In what year are you still doing live sacrifices?"

Xi Feiluan: "Drink water."

"Master!"

"By the time we rushed over, they had already dug up the bones of the two children from under the temple, and they had been eaten to death..." The village chief wiped his face, his eyes were red.

"How does this look like a mountain god?" Fei Zhe finished pouring water, and put the teacup on the table: "Did you provoke some man-eating monster?"

"It's really a mountain god!" The villager on the side said: "We saw it with our own eyes, the sticks like dead branches stick out from the ground, and they immediately brought people into the ground!"

The village chief nodded vigorously, and then slammed his thigh several times: "I shouldn't have asked their couple to set up a grave for the child that day. If we had listened to Mr. Xu, things would not have turned out like this!"

"Old Xu?"

"Yes, Mr. Xu is the oldest in our village. He said that children who sacrificed to the gods cannot set up graves. We all thought he was old and foolish. But on the day the grave was set up, the couple were filling the grave. There was a shock, and something broke through the grave from the ground, and suddenly swept away the couple. The gray-brown branches, like bark, were exactly the same as the mountain god we enshrined..."

Fei Zhe had a look of surprise on his face: "You offered a tree as a mountain god?"

"Uh..." The village head had a bit of trouble on his face: "Actually...we don't know what kind of image it is, the sculpture of the god is really..." The village head paused, as if looking for an adjective: "In short, we don't know much about it. I know which gods I have been enshrining, but it was passed down from my ancestors. I have been enshrining it in the village for so many years, and I have been living a good life. If it weren't for the young people who insisted on expanding the village..."

The village chief glanced at the door, and several young people in the crowd lowered their heads with pale faces.

Fei Zhe glanced at these people, and said to Xi Feiluan in a low voice: "My lord, they worshiped an evil god..."

Xi Feiluan shook his head: "The statue, do you have a scroll?"

The village chief hurriedly said: "Yes! Yes! Old man Xu has a piece of paper handed down from his ancestors at home. I will ask someone to take it!"

"I'll go and have a look too." Xi Feiluan stood up, and Fei Zhe immediately stood up and wanted to go out, only to see Xi Feiluan turned his head and untied the cloak on his body, and threw it into Fei Zhe's arms: "It's only a few steps, don't follow, You watch him here." He pointed to Yu Sheng beside him.

Under Xi Feiluan's cloak was a luxurious white dress with silver patterns. Fei Zhe felt that this style was very suitable for their lord's demeanor. At his waist was an unsullied sword that had been brought back with great difficulty. The silver light on the scabbard was dazzling. Squeezing over, he looked at this "big fairy" with a surprising appearance.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way—" the village chief waved his hand, "Take the immortal to Xu's old house."

The people in the room emptied out like chasing geese, everyone surrounded Xi Feiluan and walked to the other side of the village, only Fei Zhe and Yu Sheng stared blankly in the room.

"Troublesome." Fei Zhe said unhappily.

"It's an honor." Yu Sheng looked at the crowd and said, "Did you see what that thing was in the field last night?"

Fei Zhe glanced at him, reluctant to answer, but shook his head after a while: "It's nothing more than some uncivilized things like vine demons."

"Aren't you demons the most uncivilized?"

"you……"

Yu Sheng glanced at him coldly, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

On the other side, Xi Feiluan was walking west along the village road. There was a neat farmland beside the road, and the crops with dark green leaves were growing densely in the field. The leaves on the top of the crops seemed to have been beaten by frost and became withered and white. Not much life left.

The village head looked at the crops in the field and sighed: "The family who planted ginger didn't close the door that night, the next day... the second day... oh——"

"This mountain god comes out at night. Ever since the couple refused to listen to their persuasion and insisted on setting up a grave for their child, the mountain god's anger can no longer be appeased. He has to come out every three to five days to swallow people. Yesterday just fell into the night. At that time, I swallowed several mouthfuls of Lao Yu's family, alas..."

"Immortal, look, there are traces left by the mountain god's activities last night." The village chief pointed to a corner of the farmland, where a long strip was arched on the ground, as if something had crawled under the ground, similar to the situation encountered by the convoy .

Xi Feiluan took a few glances, and the village chief said, "Here we are."

In front of him was a dilapidated old house, and the village head stepped forward and shouted at the crumbling wooden door: "Mr. Xu—is he at home?"

There was no movement in the house, and the village chief didn't wait any longer, and opened the door directly: "Hey, aren't you at home? The god who saved us is here. Quickly find the mountain statue in your house and let the god see it." Then, he waved to Xi Feiluan outside the door: "God, come in quickly."

Xi Feiluan stepped over the threshold and walked into this hut. The furnishings in the room were simple, with only an earthen kang, a wooden table, and a wooden shelf by the window sill, with a lot of miscellaneous things piled up on it.There was a faint musty smell in the air.

Sitting in front of the wooden table was an old man with gray hair, his back was bowed deeply, his face was covered with stains and wrinkles, and his cloudy eyes had turned gray and yellow.The old man slowly raised his eyes, and his voice was weak and slow: "Immortal... what kind of immortal... in this life... will I still have a chance to see an immortal?"

The village chief stood beside him and said loudly: "We have invited the gods back! Let the gods send the fake mountain god away tomorrow—where did you put the mountain god statue?"

The old man was a little slow to react, but when he heard the village chief's words, he suddenly stared at him, grabbed the village chief's sleeve, and said in a trembling voice, "That's not a false god, it's a real god!"

The village head showed helplessness: "Okay, okay, where did you put the portrait?"

The old man glanced at the village head, then slowly raised his head to look at Xi Feiluan who had just walked in. The village head was still urging: "If you don't tell me, I will find it myself. The gods are still waiting."

The old man's eyes fell on Xi Feiluan, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

"Immortal..." The old man seemed to be talking to himself in a daze.

The village chief was afraid that Xi Feiluan would be in a hurry, so he was confused: "He is getting old and can't remember many things. Don't worry, I'll come and find him. He should be in the house..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly stood up with the help of the table, and said incoherently: "Immortal... Immortal!" As he spoke, he slanted towards the wooden frame of the window sill, and was about to fall. Xi Feiluan hurried to help him, But the old man hurriedly avoided it as if frightened, and lay down on the wooden frame by himself, rummaging for something.

After a while, the old man took out a stack of paper-like things from under the sundries, and flipped through the stack of papers with trembling hands. The village chief also knelt down and flipped through with him. .

"That's it, look." Xi Feiluan took it over, the patterns on the paper were mottled, as if they were created by fire, and there was a tree-shaped thing with many branches drawn on it.But I don't know if it's because the leaves are not easy to draw, the tree is bare, it looks like an ordinary dead tree.

Xi Feiluan looked at it for a long time: "Is this the mountain god you worship?"

The village chief nodded, and began to describe to him: "That mountain god statue is painted on it, it is carved in stone, it is old and hard, and there are branches with teeth and claws everywhere, just like this." The village chief stood, raised his arms and gestured Taking a crooked posture, in Xi Feiluan's eyes, it was like a big roc spreading its wings.

"..." Xi Feiluan pursed his lips: "Let's go to the mountain temple to have a look."