my God

Seeing that the flame cage was gradually shrinking, the crow immediately became anxious.

Intuition told it that Song Yan was in the flames.It formed a contract with Song Yan by knotting hair, so if Song Yan was in danger, it would definitely respond; in addition, this is Song Yan's consciousness space, if Song Yan didn't appear, he could only be in the fire.

But why was he surrounded by flames?The crow couldn't help staring at the flame for a moment.

It was important to save Song Yan right now, and the crow quickly came to his senses.It doesn't dare to fan the wind, for fear that the flame will move faster and burn more fiercely; it doesn't have a lot of water to extinguish the fire... What should we do?

After circling in the air again, the crow had to make a risky decision-it was going to swallow the flames in its stomach!

It let out a long breath, opened its beak, and then pointed at the flame below and sucked it up fiercely.The flame seemed to be flowing in an instant, rushing towards the crow's mouth quickly.

The crow sucked a little hard, after all, it was only using the dharma body of a crow, and it lost a lot of mana after the battle last night.

Its stomach began to swell, and it had to mobilize part of its mana to digest the compressed flames in its stomach.When he was distracted, it almost fell and fell into the sea of ​​fire.

The entire sea of ​​flames was finally sucked away by the crow.It compressed its round belly again, but couldn't help but belch, and with the sound of belching, a few sparks burst out.

It flapped its wings hard, because it had sucked in a lot of flames, and its current body was as heavy as a thousand catties.After finally completely suppressing the flame in its abdomen, it lowered its head to find Song Yan.

Song Yan just lay in the open space among the flames, motionless, not knowing what was going on.

"Song Yan!"

After the crow called out to him, he hurriedly recited the formula to transform into a human form, and flew to the ground.

With a bang, the crow hit the ground head first.It fluttered its wings and stood up, and only after re-reading the Jue did it barely turn into a human form.

After he breathed a sigh of relief, he staggered a few steps and walked to Song Yan's side.

"Song Yan! Wake up!" Shenjun squatted beside Song Yan and hugged him.

After calling several times, Song Yan finally opened his eyes slightly.When his gaze finally had focus, he looked at Shenjun and said softly, "Why... did you abandon me? Didn't you... make a contract..."

After finishing speaking, Song Yan fell into a coma again, leaving only Shenjun looking at him with frowning eyes.

In the end, Shenjun seemed to have thought of something, and after sighing lightly, he lowered his head and pressed Song Yan's mouth, pushing him with the tip of his tongue.

***

Daoist Yang worked a lot in the kitchen, and finally made the medicinal soup, and hurriedly walked into the bedroom with the medicinal bowl.

Looking at Song Yan again, his hair was soaked, as if he was fished out of the water, and his clothes and quilt were also wet.

But because of sweating, his high fever subsided, his complexion was normal, his body temperature was normal, his breathing became even, and he slept peacefully.

Daoist Yang didn't know why he suddenly had a fever, but he knew that Song Yan couldn't just sleep like this.So, he helped Song Yan take off his clothes and changed the quilt, and briefly wiped his hair, but he didn't dare to give him the medicine.

After Ji Daochang arrived in a hurry, Song Yan was still sleeping.He stretched out his hand to feel Song Yan's pulse, and found that Song Yan had no yin energy in his body, nor was he injured by the nightmare, but his yang energy was missing, and there was nothing serious about it.

"He can recover after a few days of rest." Daoist Ji concluded.

Daoist Yang dared not say anything: "Really? Don't you even need to take medicine?"

Daoist Ji glanced at him and said, "Why do you ask me to come if you don't believe me?"

In terms of bickering, Daoist Yang is no match for Daoist Ji.He hurriedly said, "I don't know your medical skills yet? I just wonder why he suddenly recovered..."

As he said that, Daoist Yang suddenly remembered something, and looked out the front window.Looking over the roof of the temple, you can see the big mulberry tree in the front yard, but there is no crow on it.

"What?" Daoist Ji followed suit, "You mean..."

The two looked at each other and didn't continue talking.

Daoist Yang and his master worshiped the mountain god, which was often ridiculed in private by some fellow Taoists.

Who is not good for the gods in the sky to worship?It's ridiculous to enshrine an unknown little mountain god!

Therefore, Daoist Yang doesn't have many friends, and Daoist Ji is the best one with him.

Ji Daochang was afraid that he would care about it, so he never mentioned the matters of the gods in front of him, and regarded this as the last bottom line for the two to maintain their friendship.

Daoist Yang lowered his eyelids, and suddenly opened his mouth: "The Taoist priests outside laughed at me for offering a wild god, but I know why it is worthy of my offering. It saved my master, so my master built a temple for it; and I came here to become a monk. Also because it saved me.”

It was the first time Daoist Ji heard Daoist Yang tell the story about this mountain god.

***

When Yang Daochang was in his 20s, he went around to learn from teachers. He heard that there was a temple in Daqingling.

The young man named Yang Zhao in layman's house originally intended to learn arts everywhere, and never thought of staying in this small temple as a Taoist priest for the rest of his life. Daoist Fang is also very generous, and he can teach him whatever he wants to learn.

At that time, besides martial arts, Yang Zhao also studied bruises in Taoist medicine, the kind that can be prepared according to the surrounding environment at any time.In order to prepare a prescription, Yang Zhao went to the mountains to collect herbs.

Probably because of his luck, he collected all the medicinal materials very quickly. On the way back, he suddenly noticed a tree on the hillside next to it, and there was a very big Ganoderma lucidum growing on that tree!

This made him very happy, if he sold the Ganoderma lucidum, it would be enough for him to continue on the road!

He immediately rushed towards the tree, and when he came under the tree, he climbed up without saying a word.Just as he reached out to reach for the Ganoderma lucidum, there was a rustling sound under the tree.

He looked down and saw a big snake with a bowl-thin mouth was walking through the grass and swimming towards the bottom of the tree.

Yang Zhao was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe out.For the time being, he didn't care about picking the ganoderma lucidum, and hugged the tree trunk tightly with both hands, for fear of falling and offending the snake.

The snake's black ring-shaped pattern and triangular head make it look like a poisonous snake.If you get bitten by it, it will be bad.

After the big snake climbed under the tree, it raised its front half and its neck was flat.It looked up at Yang Zhao, apparently already aware of his existence.

When Yang Zhao saw that its neck was flattened, he became even more frightened, and cursed in his heart: Why is there also a mountain wind in the north?

Guoshanfeng is the king cobra. Its temperament and poison are more fierce than cobras.

Seeing it looking at him, Yang Zhao subconsciously glanced at the big Ganoderma lucidum, wondering if the snake had the same purpose as him.

He is not a person who would risk his life for money, so he tentatively said: "If you also want this Ganoderma lucidum, I will give it to you!"

The big snake was still staring at him, showing no intention of leaving at all.

"I can also give you the medicinal materials on my body! I just dug up a ginseng tree with three leaves!" That was his windfall.

The big snake withdrew its gaze and began to climb up the tree.

Yang Zhao was so frightened that his hands and feet felt cold instantly.He realized that the snake might not only want Ganoderma lucidum, but also want to eat people!So he hurriedly climbed up, but the tree was not big, and there was nowhere to hide further up.

Just when he was sweating profusely, a crow flew over and landed on the treetop.

Yang Zhao was startled again when he saw this, and thought to himself: Does seeing a crow mean that death is not far away?

Just when Yang Zhao was about to fall into despair, the crow suddenly stretched its neck and called out to the big snake under the tree.

"Wow—" the voice was hoarse, but extremely penetrating.

Yang Zhao couldn't help being taken aback.He was sure the crow wasn't calling at him, because the crow's eyes were fixed on the snake under the tree!

The big snake paused, looked at the crow, then at Yang Zhao, spit out a red letter, and made a slight hissing sound.

The crow suddenly spread its wings and quickly flew to the Ganoderma lucidum, then picked up the Ganoderma lucidum and flew into the distance.

The big snake froze for a moment, then hissed angrily, and immediately slid down from the tree, chasing after the crow.

Seeing that the crow and the big snake had gone far away, Yang Zhao climbed down from the tree and ran back as if fleeing for his life.

Back in the temple, although Yang Zhao regretted not getting the Ganoderma lucidum, he still felt that life was more important, so he didn't take this matter to heart.

But the next day when he was cleaning the courtyard, he suddenly found that there seemed to be a ganoderma growing under the big mulberry tree. When he got closer, he found that the ganoderma did not grow on the root of the tree, but fell there.

He looked up involuntarily, and saw a crow squatting on the branch, the crow was basking in the sun with its eyes closed.The sun shines on its wings, reflecting a metallic luster.

***

"I used to think that gods were either imagined by people, or deified by some historical celebrities; and the grass fairies worshiped by the people are just wild animals with wisdom." Daoist Yang sighed and laughed at himself smile.

"Everything has a spirit." Daoist Ji said at the right time.

"Yes!" Daoist Yang glanced at the big mulberry tree again, "So I decided to become a monk here, at least I have to pay back the grace of saving my life and giving medicine."

So, he enshrined that person here for 20 years.

"Since it has made a move, then Xiao Yan will be fine, and we don't need to worry about it." Daoist Ji thought about it.

Daoist Yang glanced at Song Yan, seeing that he was breathing steadily and sleeping peacefully, so he nodded in relief.

The two of them were afraid that they would disturb Song Yan's sleep, so they exited the door to discuss how to recuperate the child's body in the past few days.

Song Yan slowly opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling without focus.

He heard what the master said about the past, and he also admitted that the mountain god did take care of him before, but...

But in the dream, he felt that the mountain god really wanted him to die, because when the mountain god looked at him, his eyes were so cold that ice could form.

Why did he want him dead?why?

Why did he come back to save him?

Song Yan suddenly felt a headache, as if something flashed by.He thought it should be a hint, but he couldn't catch any information in it.

Headache!

Song Yan frowned and fell asleep again.