Mountain gods come to farm

Nan Youjin's expression was very serious, and the bad feeling told him that the days of peace would be far away, so he nodded, "Yes, there is a child who followed him, but he didn't dare to go into the water and he was fine. The symptoms are similar to Niu Niu's." , No response to how I called, just sleeping with my eyes closed.”

It's been a long time since such a strange thing happened in the village. Nan Youjin's expression was serious and sad. He looked at Fu Yan with his legs crossed, bent his body and asked, "So, can I trouble you..."

Fu Yan came in with an indifferent attitude, and Nan Youjin also found that the other party looked difficult to talk, so he was a little uneasy.

The whole room did not dare to breathe, and they were all waiting for Fu Yan, who looked like a dude. I don't know if everyone's eyes were a little hot, and Fu Yan must have some reaction.

He stretched greatly, then raised his eyelids, but looked at Nan Xun.

Everyone also looked at Nan Xun.

Nan Xun: "..."

Although no one spoke, he seemed to understand.

Nan Xun leaned closer in the eyes of everyone, and said to Fu Yan, "If it's not troublesome, please help everyone." Even the well-known Gua God is a lie. How hopeless.

Fu Yan's fingers were still around his waist. From Nan Xun's point of view, a lock of his long hair happened to be hanging there, and he was playing with his fingers around his hair now.

But when he knew that others couldn't see this scene, Nan Xun thought that his current actions should be a little strange, and he thought it was quite interesting to be able to see those things for the first time.

"Do you want me to help?" Fu Yan asked, interrupting Nan Xun's wild thoughts.

Nan Xun discovered another habit of him, he would definitely confirm to himself before making a move.

"I don't have any troubles. In the end, the one who saves others is the one who accumulates my merits. You are the only one who owes me anything if you don't get anything. So... are you sure?"

The others were just surprised by the expert's attitude towards Nan Xun, but Xu Xiao'e, who was holding the child at the door, suddenly reacted strangely. She thought it was because she was thinking too much, but Fu Yan, who had been looking at Nan Xun, suddenly looked at her. One look at her, that one look made her feel cold.

Nan Xun was thinking about Fu Yan's words seriously, and he felt that he didn't know who Fu Yan was speaking to.

"I'm not the kind of person who sacrifices himself to save others without asking for anything in return. Did I disappoint you?" Seeing that Nan Xun didn't speak, Fu Yan asked again. He deliberately emphasized the words "sacrifice oneself to save others". Shaked a bit.

"No," Nan Xun felt that there was nothing wrong with Fu Yan's approach, "You can help everyone, I owe you another thing."

Others didn't notice Xu Xiao'e's abnormality, but village head Nan Youjin noticed it, and he had some guesses in his mind.

The children were all at Nan Youjin's house now, Nan Xun and Fu Yan walked in the front, and when they reached the door, they found Fang Qianzhong and the other three were also here.

Fang Gan's mouth was itching all the time, he couldn't help scratching it again and again, the skin was already broken.

Fang Qianzhong kept telling him not to scratch, but he refused to listen.

After entering the house.

Fu Yan briefly felt the child's pulse, and asked Nan Xun to clear the field. He wanted to do something fierce, and it would be bad if he accidentally injured someone.

When Nan Xun closed the door and came back, he saw a golden light wrapping up the children, and then Fu Yan flicked his sleeves again, and a few wind knives swept the wild ghosts squatting in the corner for most of the day.

Seeing them writhing in pain and crying out in pain, Nan Xun shrank subconsciously.

It's fierce, it's really fierce, it's like a slap in the face if you don't agree with a word...

"A person cannot be resurrected after death, so go where you should go, don't worry about things you shouldn't worry about, or I will beat you to pieces."

Those ghosts knelt down in fear, kowtowed several times to Fu Yan to beg for mercy, stood up and ran away directly out of the wall, as if there were wild beasts chasing them.

When they turned around, Fu Yan noticed that on their faces, where they were hit by the wind knife just now, there was clearly a mark left in the shape of a flame. I don't know if it was Nan Xun's eye, the flame was still beating .

After the wild ghost left, Fu Yan took out some incense sticks from his bosom and waved to Nan Xun: "Help me find some small bowls filled with rice."

Nan Xun came back soon, brought a tray over, and saw Fu Yan put the lit incense into the bowl one by one, and put one on top of each child's head.

Nan Xun was actually a little strange, "Why don't you use an incense burner?"

Fu Yan was stunned for a moment in disbelief: "...I didn't know there was one here!"

Nan Xun nodded to express his understanding, looking at Fu Yan's expression, he wanted to laugh again: "The older generation here are very god-respecting."

Fu Yan shook her head, a little disapproving: "In terms of awe, no one can compare to you."

Nan Xun smiled. He knew that there must be gods on the day he knew there were ghosts. There are laws for everything. This is the rule of heaven.

So he liked to worship gods since he was a child, especially the mountain gods in the mountain temple.

Fu Yan's incense burned up, and the lingering smoke quickly filled the room. Nan Xun still didn't respond to seeing the children, "This incense...is it from the soul?"

Fu Yan: "That's right, do you know what that monster was in the morning?"

Nan Xun thought for a while, "Is it Nightmare?"

Fu Yan: "Smart."

"Then why are all the children living here?" Nan Xun was a little puzzled. Because of his special physique, he was once called by the Special Investigation Bureau to help solve the case, and he met once.

Fu Yan's eyes changed a bit, he stared at Nan Xun and said with a smile: "Although they are all called Nightmare, they like different dreams, and they need different mediums. This Nightmare likes sweet dreams. A child's dream is the sweetest."

This is also why some people with normal physiques will also encounter inhuman things. Sometimes it is really not a matter of luck.

The two sat for a while, Nan Xun felt a little bored, he turned his head to look at Fu Yan and closed his eyes again, wondering if he fell asleep again?

Looking at the incense, Nan Xun had a premonition that the children would wake up after the incense was lit.

When her hands became hot, Nan Xun turned around and found that Fu Yan had opened his eyes, "Go and tell the village chief to find some young men to guard here."

The village chief asked how many they needed, Nan Xun touched his head, looked at Fu Yan, whose back was facing the door, and said, "The more the better..."

After a while, more than ten people came, and the room felt a bit crowded. Fu Yan was about to go out: "Stay here, and wake up when the incense burns out. My lord can't sleep."

After finishing speaking, before everyone could react, he walked out, took two steps, turned back and pulled the young man Nan Xun away, "You are very dark, you can't stay there."

"Then what am I doing?" Nan Xun was a little confused.

"Go back to sleep." Fu Yan looked at the sky and guessed that the time was about the same.

Nan Xun looked back at the courtyard of the village chief's house, and after being cleaned up by Fu Yan, he probably didn't dare to stay in the courtyard anymore.

Fang Gan, the apprentice of the False Gua God, was squatting at the door smoking a cigarette. He was shocked when he suddenly saw Nan Xun and Fu Yan, and it had something to do with the day's affairs. No sound at all?"

While smoking, he was still picking at the corner of his mouth with one hand.

Nan Xun thinks this liar is very interesting, he cheats himself and doesn't allow others to do something serious, Nan Xun usually ignores this kind of person, but today Fu Yan is here, and Fang Gan mainly targets Fu Yan.

Glancing behind him, Nan Xun said quietly: "If you didn't hear, maybe something blocked you..."

Fang Gan: "..."

Nan Xun left with Fu Yan after speaking, Fang Gan stayed in place for a while, looked left and right, always felt chills all over his body, thinking that today was still Ghost Festival, stood up quickly, and went to the room to find his master and younger brother went.

"His mouth..." Nan Xun always felt that there was no such a coincidence.

"It's me." Fu Yan admitted very simply, "The earliest meaning of the mouth to human beings was to eat to fill their stomachs. Later, there was a need for communication, and they could talk. Human beings are very smart, and they discovered that they can sing and make their expressions richer. .”

"The mouth can do many things, but it doesn't mean that with an open mouth, you can say anything." This is just a small punishment. If he didn't keep scratching, it wouldn't be like it is now.

Fu Yan seemed to be in a good mood, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, looking up at the moon above his head.

There are no clouds today, and the starry sky is beautiful, which is also the advantage of the countryside. Fu Yan looked at it for a while, and frowned: "This Wangshu is so small..."

Nan Xun: "..." He forgot that the master next to him is a fairy, "Actually, the moonlight here is considered good. In big cities, the air is polluted, and you can't see the stars and the moon at night. "

Fu Yan: "Oh, human beings."

Nan Xun: "..."

Well, it is indeed human-made.

There were quite a lot of people when they came, but when they came back, there were only the two of them left. Looking at the dark shadows under the trees and beside the house, Nan Xun felt much more relaxed than before.

But those black shadows were obviously not. They looked at the sweet smelling thing and wanted to come over to have a look and touch it, but the smell of the one next to it was too scary.

Suddenly, those black shadows started to move, and Nan Xun could still hear their rustling conversations. Just a little strangely, he heard the sound of air chains colliding.

Bang, Bang...

Since ancient times, heaven and earth have been enemies and friends in legends. Nan Xun looked at the people around him, "It's a ghost messenger, we..." He wanted to say, should he avoid it?

But obviously the people next to him were thinking about other issues, Fu Yan said: "You can hear what they are saying, right?"

Of course Nan Xun knew what "they" were, so she nodded.

The sound of the chains was getting closer and closer to them, Nan Xun only heard a loud shout: "Who is there!"

They were still a hundred meters away before, but they were a few meters in front of them in an instant. The person in the lead had the face of a normal person and was dressed in black, so the person behind couldn't be considered a person.

Nan Xun had never seen a ghost messenger before, and he felt the leader's eyes sweeping over like an eagle, but when he saw Fu Yan clearly, his eyes widened in disbelief: "Are you really here?" Ah! &&%&%$&%$%&$%&"

It wasn't that Nan Xun didn't understand what he said next, but that he clearly saw the leader's mouth opening and closing, but he didn't make a sound.

Even the ghost guards behind him were amazed, seeing their leader touching his throat angrily, obviously he didn't know why.

And because the night was too dark, Nan Xun couldn't see the shape of the other party's mouth at all.

puff.

Nan Xun suddenly felt that this scene was very funny. With this smile, the leader became even angrier. He pointed at Nan Xun but it was a living person, but if he wanted to point at Fu Yan, I'm sorry, he didn't dare.

The corners of the mouths of several strange-looking ghosts trembled strangely, but there was no sound.

Nan Xun was almost laughing, and he clenched his hands into fists and coughed lightly twice.

Fu Yan moved his finger.

"Damn it! Why can't I speak, what the hell... Hey, it's okay, I..."

"Shut up." Seeing that he was still talking, Fu Yan immediately interrupted him.

The leader immediately pursed his lips and nodded emphatically to express that he understood.

Fu Yan pushed Nan Xun out, "This is Nan Xun." Then he pointed at the leader who had just shut up, "His name is Wu Tong, he will appear during Zhongyuan, and other times he is just a ghost."

Seeing Fu Yan's attitude, Wu Tong stretched out his hand cautiously, and was very respectful to Nan Xun: "I used to have a few human friends."

Nan Xun stretched out his hand to hold it, thinking that just by listening to your swearing just now, I know that you are doing well in a good society.

After the brief introduction, Wu Tong's gaze swept across the faces of Fu Yan and Nan Xun, who were full of thirst for knowledge.

Fu Yan pondered for a while: "We live together now, and he also knows that I am a mountain god."

Wu Tong had a black question mark face, and he said tentatively, "My lord, the mountain where you were the owner of the mountain stretched for hundreds of miles. In the past 1000 years of your dream, there have been some changes..."

Perhaps still dominated by the fear of being silenced, Wu Tong spoke quickly.

Nan Xun seemed to understand the second half of what he dared not finish, "Does every mountain have a mountain god?"

Wu Tong was very grateful for Nan Xun's understanding, and sent him a good person card in his heart, determined to get closer in the future if he had the opportunity, so that his wish to hug the mountain master's thigh might be realized earlier.

Casting approving glances, Wu Tong went on to say: "It's about the same. It was like this many years ago. Later, some mountain gods fell, and some died in catastrophe. In short, there are still seventeen mountain gods still in charge of the mountain gods. Up more than 80 mountains."

The villages and towns in the countryside here are surrounded by mountains. Nan Xun can understand the madness in Wu Tong's tone. A mountain god must manage at least five mountains, so he must be too busy, right?

Nan Xun rubbed his nose and smiled softly, "No wonder the people in the village have always said that they were abandoned by the mountain god all these years, and all their long-cherished wishes have not been answered,"

Nan Xun turned her head to look at Wu Tong, "Actually, I probably don't care about everyone... I worshiped many times in the mountain temple when I was young."

Fu Yan looked at him, there was a faint light in his eyes, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you have to talk non-stop all afternoon every time you put a few apples?"

Nan Xun nodded: "Yes, yes."

"Because I was worried that the mountain god might have dementia and a bad memory, I deliberately put the note with your own birth date in the palm of the mountain god statue."

"That's right, that's right," Nan Xun looked like a child with a wonderful world, and was surprised that someone could understand him, as if he had confirmed some code, "How did you know?"

Fu Yan slowly opened the corners of his mouth, and smiled with the corners of his lips hooked: "Because I hid in the mountain god statue when I was dreaming."

Nan Xun: "?!"

Nan Xun never expected that the answer would be like this!

The author has something to say:

Fu Yan: Wake up after a big sleep, human beings are not the same as before...

Nan Xun: Immortals are not what I thought they were.

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