my God

The old lady Huang Pizi was grabbed by the head by the giant bird, and she didn't even dare to move for a moment.She knew that as long as the crow's claws were gently retracted, her head would be crushed to pieces!

She thought that this crow was just a little fairy who had just cultivated human form. After all, he had only been sacrificed for decades, maybe he was not as old as her, but who would have thought that she would be mistaken!Just because it can grow dozens of times in an instant, and it can fall on itself silently, one can conclude that you are definitely not its opponent.

"Mountain God, please forgive me!" The old lady decided to be more aware of current affairs, and immediately begged for mercy, "I was blind and failed to recognize your real body just now, please hold your hand high and forgive me this time!"

"Hmph! I'm just an old raven with no one to worship!" After the crow finished speaking in a bad tone, his paws used a little force, and the old lady's shoulder was instantly scratched, and the wound on her head was so deep that it reached the skull.

The blood on the old lady's head snaked like a thin thread across her face and hair, and then trickled down to her neck. At this time, a large swath of blood appeared on her snow-white chest and left shoulder sleeve, which was particularly conspicuous in the night.

She endured the pain and fear, and continued to beg for mercy: "Mountain God, please forgive me! I really know that I was wrong! I promise that I will never trouble their masters and apprentices again, no, I will never trouble any human beings again! Go to make an offering to you, and you will spare me this time!"

The crow turned a deaf ear to her begging for mercy. It glanced left and right at the old lady's temple, and said to itself: "Although your body stinks, your brain is enclosed in a skull, so it shouldn't stink..."

"Smelly!" The old lady said in horror, "Our Huang family is born with body odor for self-protection! You are a mountain god, you should enjoy delicious food. If you let me go, I promise to provide you with the most delicious food every day! "

"Hmph, your Huang family doesn't have much reputation. I'd better kill you bastards!" The crow said in a deep voice, and its huge wings spread out instantly, as if it was about to start a slaughter immediately.

"Don't!" The old lady exclaimed, "Don't kill me! As long as you don't kill me and my descendants, I will obey you!"

"Old Huang Pizi, if you want to eat people, you should know what will happen!" Crow scolded angrily.

"Two priests, help me!" Seeing that the crow was determined to destroy her, the old lady immediately asked Song Yan and Taoist Yang for help, "I know it's my fault, I shouldn't be obsessed with ghosts and have evil thoughts in my heart! I'm just a little bit near the end of my life I am not reconciled to having evil thoughts, I hope you can give me a chance to correct, and I will repay you twice in the future!"

Song Yan and Yang Daochang are human beings, so it is inevitable that they will feel compassion. Although the old Huang Pizi is a goblin, he is now in human form. If his head is crushed by a crow or his brain is sucked out, the scene is really scary.

Yang Daochang looked at the pitiful and helpless eyes of the old lady, sighed and said, "Mountain God, why don't you give her a chance to correct her evil ways!"

The crow looked at him, squinted his eyes, and said, "She wanted to eat you all the time, and you pleaded for her?"

Yang Daochang didn't know what to say for a while, for fear of being scolded by the mountain god again, "I don't know what to do".

Song Yan didn't care about the life and death of the old Huang Pizi, after all, it was her own fault, but he understood the master's thoughts, so he said to the crow: "Shenjun, can you think of a way to not only kill her by hand, but also make her unable to kill her in the future?" revenge?"

The crow glared at him instantly, probably annoyed that he spoke for his master.

Song Yan immediately explained with a smile: "You are a god, how can you eat the brain of a weasel? If you want to eat it, you should eat the offerings we gave you. It is clean and hygienic! Besides, she will not live for a few days anyway. Why did we dirty our hands and let her wait to die? Or let her know what the law of heaven cannot be violated!"

The crow rolled his eyes, looked back at the old lady's wrinkled head, and suddenly felt disgusted, and said disdainfully: "Who would eat her brain? I just want to scare her!"

The old lady gave Song Yan a grateful look. Although the boy had belittled her, he saved her life anyway.

The crow slowly let go of the claw that was holding the old lady's head, and said in a cold voice: "Smelly goblin, I will let you go today, but you will be punished with death, and life will be inevitable!" Suddenly grabbed several large holes on the old woman's chest.

After the old lady screamed a few times, the front of her chest and abdomen was completely soaked in blood.The crow flapped its wings and flew away from her, and landed on Song Yan's shoulder after shrinking.The old lady could no longer support herself and collapsed to the ground in an instant.

Song Yan knew that this old Huang Pizi's cultivation was useless, several of her large acupuncture points had been punctured, her true energy could no longer flow, and she would be unable to resort to revenge in the future.

The old lady lay on the ground and twitched for a few times before turning back to her original shape—a weasel with white fur all over her body.

Standing on Song Yan's shoulder, the crow glanced coldly at the yellow skins around him, and warned, "It's easy for me to kill you, so how dare you try to find fault?" Then, it pointed to the lantern used to hang the lanterns at the gate of the lower courtyard during the Chinese New Year. Pine pole, "Let me know that you are here to make trouble again, and I will put you on skewers to make air-dried bacon!"

Dozens of yellow skins were pierced on a thin and tall pine pole, and blood flowed down the pole. The picture is terrifying when you think about it, not only the weasels, but even Song Yan thinks it is a kind of torture.

But no one thinks that crows are just scaring people.When it grabbed the old lady's head with its huge claws like a balloon, everyone present could see that it was really planning to crush her head.

The white-haired leader on the wall jumped down and walked to the side of the old yellow leather, bowed down and saluted the crow, then saluted Song Yan and Yang Daochang respectively, then took the old yellow leather and left.The rest of the yellow skins also followed the white-haired leader, and none of them dared to look back, for fear of being mistaken for a provocation.

Finally, only Song Yan, Yang Daochang and Crow were left in the yard.

Daoist Yang cupped his fists at the crow and saluted, "Thank you for the help of the mountain god! Xiaodao is very grateful!"

"Hmph!" The crow turned his face away, looking at him frequently.

Afraid of Master's embarrassment, Song Yan quickly interjected, "Master, shall we go back to the mountain tonight?"

It was midnight, and it would take at least two hours to go back to the mountain at this time.

Daoist Yang said: "Let's stay here for the time being tonight. They have already packed up the West House for me to live in."

After Song Yan carried the crow and Yang Daochang into the house, he saw that several people on the kang in the east room were unconscious.After Yang Daochang gave them a pulse, he found that they were just sleeping, and he was relieved.

"The mountain god is merciful!" Daoist Yang saluted the crow again.He knew that the crow used magic to put these people to sleep, lest they be rushed by the evil spirit in the yard just now.

Seeing that a few people were fine, Daoist Yang led Song Yan back to the Westinghouse.

There are only two sets of quilts, which are just enough for Daoist Yang and his disciples to cover.Seeing that the crow was still standing on the window sill, Song Yan tore off the pillow towel and put it on the kang, and said to it, "Shenjun, can you do this for one night?"

The crow jumped down from the window sill and walked to the pillow cover with unhurried steps.It lowered its head and sniffed, then kicked the pillow cover aside with its claws in disgust.

"It smells like hair oil, it's disgusting!" Crow looked at Song Yan angrily.

"..." Song Yan didn't expect this, he was taken aback for a moment and said, "Then...then you sleep under my quilt, and I sleep on the kang!"

The crow looked at the quilt that had obviously been used, and gave another look of disgust.

Song Yan was a little helpless, not knowing how to serve this bird with a serious cleanliness disorder.

The crow rolled its eyes, stretched out its claws, grabbed Song Yan's T-shirt, and said, "Use your clothes to spread it for me!"

"Hey, good!" Song Yanxin said: You can do whatever you say!

He took off the T-shirt and folded it, and put it on the kang as a mat for the crow.The crow walked onto the "mat" unhurriedly, found a comfortable position and lay down, closing his eyes.

Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and after exchanging helpless glances with his master, he turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The next morning, the victim's family was very grateful to Daoist Yang and his disciples. They not only arranged a sumptuous breakfast, but also donated a piece of merit.

Daoist Yang told the woman that she was pregnant for a few days, but because Xie Xian lost her vitality in the upper body, she might have a miscarriage in the past few days, so she must pay attention to treatment and rest.

Although the woman and the couple feel sorry for not keeping their first child, they can only take care of their health and look forward to having another child in the future.The family thanked Daoist Yang and his disciples again, and sent them outside the door.

At dawn, the crow pecked at the window and asked Song Yan to let it fly out of the window, deliberately not showing itself in front of people.After Song Yan and his master left the house and walked away, the crow landed on Song Yan's shoulder and asked Song Yan to take it back.

When passing by the morning market, Song Yan suggested: "Master, let's buy a watermelon, and it's time to change the tribute!" He still hasn't forgotten about buying watermelon for the crow. done.

"Okay." Daoist Yang agreed readily, "Buy some more meat, we can eat meat today."

"Okay," Song Yan laughed immediately, "It happened that I picked a lot of beans and potatoes yesterday, and asked Layman Liu to stew beans for us to eat!"

The master and apprentice bought some meat and fruit and returned to the mountain.

As soon as he entered the temple gate, Song Yan heard the voice of a child.

"Why hasn't my brother come back?"

"Yes, why hasn't brother come back?"

Song Yan looked towards the mahogany platform under the mulberry tree, and saw Song Qing and Song Lian sitting there playing.

"Why are you two here? Where are your parents?" Song Yan immediately shouted at them.

"Brother?" The two children were taken aback for a moment, then jumped off the wooden platform and ran towards him, "Brother is back!"

Song Yan hugged the two children into his arms, and because of the large movements, the crow on his shoulders flapped its wings and flew away from him immediately.

After the crow circled in the air, seeing Song Yan hugging the two little dolls affectionately and smiling, he couldn't help snorting softly, and flew towards the big mulberry tree.