not a monster

There are smoke and birds in the mountains and villages, this kind of people and forests, the setting sun and the mountains, the autumn wind and fallen leaves, the sky in the distant mountains, with dark red in the dusk.

Some villagers carried hoes and smoked dry tobacco on the ridge of the field.

There are also children who stayed behind in the mountain village and came back from herding cattle, lying on the green cattle, walking very slowly.

The Sword Immortal of Shu Mountain took a look, and among the 28 practitioners who robbed the immortal's slough, she was the most Buddhist.

When I’m free or not, I run to someone’s house, take a small bench, sit and watch TV, have a meal and so on.

If it wasn't for the elders asking her to come, she wouldn't be bothered to go to Sangada, so if she wanted to, she could come by herself. As a result, those famous people in the world seemed to have agreed to let the younger generation come.

"pat-"

She is chopping firewood, so she can't do nothing and eat and drink for free.

The young couple next to her were squatting and watching her chopping firewood.

The setting sun was filled with red mist, and the atmosphere of the mountain village was dense. She held a long sword with two segments. If she didn't think it would make these two fellow villagers feel strange, she would split the sword into eight segments, all of the same thickness.

But she didn't realize at all that a person who came to a mountain village wearing a high school uniform, brought a simple long sword with him, and chopped a wooden stake in half with a single sword, which is very rare in modern times. something weird.

The female sword fairy glanced at the two people next to her without any trace. Seeing that they were not surprised, she nodded secretly, feeling that she was not exposed, and continued to chop wood.

There is a tablet of the Stove King on the firewood-burning stove, and the firewood under the stove is crackling.

Today is the first day of the lunar new year, and every first and fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, incense is offered, and my aunt is in charge of these at home.

The little zombie answered the phone, put his hands to his ears and listened, nodding his head.

"Hello? Oh, I see, don't worry, auntie, hey."

"Yes, it's fine."

After hanging up the phone, she said unreasonably to the wind: "Auntie and the others have to work later today, we will eat first and worship God."

The land, the kitchen god, the door god, and the five directions, the south treats these more traditionally than the Central Plains, or superstitious. They don't necessarily believe in Buddhism or faith, but they definitely believe in ghosts and gods, ancestors, and have their own set of worship traditions.

Every time the master and the apprentice looked at the stove, they felt a little estranged. It was not a deep hatred, but Liang Zi did end up.

If my uncle and aunt knew that the Zao Lord who worshiped every time on the first and fifteenth day of the new year, in fact, had a grudge against her great nephew, she wouldn't know what expression she would make.

Burning firewood for cooking, two people in the room, one stiff and one ghost, had dinner, and the cold-faced sword fairy ate with satisfaction.

Feng Wuli thinks that this girl is a single-threaded creature, and her personality is straightforward, without the slightest bit of ditches.

When people deal with problems, they synthesize many thoughts and respond, but she seems to deal with it from the bottom of her own logic, and she will appear to be unique.

Such a person lives the most comfortable life without worrying about anything, that is a transparency.

"How much is this meal, eldest sister?" She spoke in a Sichuan accent.

"No, you cut firewood for us all afternoon."

"Okay, miss."

The female sword fairy was watching TV with her bowl in her arms, shaving a mouthful of rice from time to time, and during the day when other people went to look for Xianhuai, she would put it to pieces.

After dinner, Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou cleaned up the bowls quickly, and even worshiped the gods and offered incense for their aunt.

All the way to the stove.

The master and the apprentice leaned together in front of the stove, feeling a little nervous when they saw it.

"Eat, eat, go on."

The little zombie inserted three sticks of incense impatiently.

The paper of the god statue seemed to be alive, the eyes were a little agile, blinked, and then the person on the paper actually stretched.

At this moment, a group of people in the partridge house were stunned, and a sense of gaze from the clouds enveloped the entire village just now.

Sheng Qing, who was watching TV and drinking Coke in the living room, blinked, smiled and ignored.

The female sword fairy who was watching TV in the living room looked around blankly.

The god Tu Yulei on the door also came alive, poked his head to see the inside of the house, saw the gods in the living room, said goodbye to the lord, Sheng Qing waved his hand, let them go back.

This series of chain reactions was unknown to the two in the kitchen.

The fairy on the paper yawned. Just now, he felt something calling him here. He thought it was some incense temple, but he didn't expect it to be a stove in a small place.

He froze for a moment, a small burner could make him feel something, is that a numb thing?Which fairy called himself?

Then I saw a man and a woman in front of the stove.

"..."

There was a dull pain in the eye socket.

He raised his middle finger and went back silently.

The fairy on the paper was frozen in a very unqualified movement. It would be worth it if my uncle and aunt came back to watch it.

The little zombie burned another stick of incense on the spot.

The paper fairy finds himself back again.

The practitioners in the small village suddenly felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

The fairy on the paper saw that it was here again, and was taken aback for a moment, coming again?These two people, do you still have something to ask yourself?He has to handle it well.

Wang Xilou said sullenly: "Don't do that, this stove belongs to my uncle, take your middle finger back!"

"..."

The old fairy on the paper was speechless, and put his hands together again, but his face was not very good-looking, and then he returned to calm again.

Feng Wuli scratched his head, "Do you think there is something wrong with his expression? Just now he was benevolent, but now he has a straight face."

"It seems to be true."

The little zombie offered him another stick of incense.

"..."

The fairy on the paper blinked.

Are these two sick?

"Don't make a bad face, aren't you a fairy? Do you understand the service with a smile? You don't look good on us, this is the home of your believers, what do you mean by making a bad face?"

"..."

The fairy on the paper shook his face, trying to put on a kind face, and left in an instant.

Feng Wuli still felt that something was wrong, and scratched his chin: "It's too forced, it's a laugh."

"Master thinks so too."

"Tell him to come back and laugh again."

"Go get the incense, if this old boy doesn't smile today, let us be satisfied and don't even think about leaving."

The two masters and apprentices took turns to play, and all the practitioners in the small mountain village were startled tonight, not knowing what happened.

Shengqing watched popular TV, and didn't understand what the two of them were playing in the kitchen, so he went to join in the fun, and the picture was fresh, and he returned home after being exhausted.

Feng Wuli found out, always felt that this ghost was a little bit wrong, he likes to get involved in everything, on the surface he looks calm, but in fact he is a bitch.

The two had a great time, and in front of Zao Jun's portrait, Wang Xilou put his elbows against the wind for no reason, and asked, "What's wrong with this old man?"

"Let's do this first, go to the town tomorrow to buy a statue of Mr. Zhang Zao, and then post it back."

"It can only be this way."

The master and apprentice turned and left. At this time, there was only a background of the portrait of Zao Jun in front of the stove, and the fairy in the portrait had disappeared, but if you look carefully, you will find a figure squatting in the corner from the back.

This old fairy can't afford to play anymore, wasn't he very good back then, why doesn't he fly over to clean up the two of them now.

The night was dark.

When the master and apprentice went outside, they found that all the masters of the rivers and lakes who had hid in the partridge room came out with blank faces.

Master took a look: "What is this for?"

The apprentice also took a look: "I don't know, why don't you get up at night?"

"Have you written your homework yet?"

"..."

The gangsters outside don't know what stimulated them, usually the wind is the strongest at night, and they braved the wind to run into the forest, as if the fairy had legs and ran out suddenly.

Sheng Qing, who was at the side, had already poured tea for himself very familiarly, and was sitting next to him on a solid wooden chair to watch TV.

Wang Xilou took the nail clippers to cut his nails. After cutting, he didn't seem to enjoy it very much. First, he snatched Feng Wuli's left hand, cut it, and then smoothed it for him. Feng Wuli complained that she was slow.

"Don't rush."

"I'll just cut it myself."

The hand that was trying to snatch the nail clippers was slapped away, the little zombie looked up at him with a frown, and then buried himself in continuing to cut his nails.

Feng Wuli was speechless.

Uncle and aunt's tricycle came back, opened the door, Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou were watching TV in the living room.

"Why is it so late, uncle and aunt, are you hungry? Would you like me to give you hot food?"

My aunt immediately smiled and said, "What's the use of you making food for the two of us?"

"It's not that you both must be tired when you come back."

"I've eaten, I've eaten."

This girl and aunt are very fond of it.

Feng Wuli silently went back to his room to do his homework and prepare to go to bed.

This little zombie is using his aunt as a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to improve his proficiency.

Shengqing silently stepped aside and returned the grand master chair to his uncle, and had to be careful to avoid the two of them.

Sighing, he disappeared on the spot and appeared on the roof, looking at the night sky.

He remembered the conversation he had with Wang Xilou ten years ago.

"There are no stars and no moon, where are we here?"

The wind that has been blowing for several days has swept away all the haze in the sky where even the mountains and forests are polluted. Tonight's Milky Way is as bright as the burning mountains and forests.

This starry sky is so deep.

For ten years he received a modern science education.

He understands that the beautiful night scene in front of him is actually a planet that is very far away from here, and many of them are the other side that he can't reach even after exhausting endless years.

Thinking about it this way makes me feel a little lonely.

It seems to be within reach, but knowing the distance is daunting.

In that distant and dark void, is there a civilization like the earth, are there monsters, and will they look up at the starry sky like him at this time.

These unknowns fascinated Shengqing.

There are stars and seas in his eyes.

Time slowly arrived in the morning, and the village was quiet.

More and more practitioners gathered below, and they discovered that the person standing on the roof was the uncle who often visited the homes of kind villagers.

Their faces were different, and they had mixed feelings in their hearts for a while, and they couldn't figure it out no matter what they thought.

"is it beautiful?"

He suddenly asked a question, but no one answered.

"The gentlemen came here for me. They were not in good condition a few days ago and were unable to entertain one or two people. Tonight, I invite all the gentlemen to appreciate the stars in the sky."

"I'm going to test you, may you point out the 28 constellations?"

When Feng Wuli met him for the first time, he was wearing a wife's uniform. He liked unknown things, and he also liked to share the knowledge he knew with others.

Shengqing was very interested, but unfortunately no one answered below, which inevitably made him a little disappointed.

"That's Jiaomujiao, the four here are Kang Jinlong..."

In the crowd, someone walked out at some point, pointing out the stars one by one.

Everyone saw, isn't this the fool in that mountain village?

Shengqing was not surprised at all.

The people below saw the idiot pointing out his heart one by one, his eyes were full of stars, how could he be stupid at all.

At the end when Zhen Shui Yin landed with a sound, the idiot paused for a moment and said with a smile, "Sir, did I get the answer right?"

Sheng Qing shook his head with a smile, and replied softly, "When did you miss it?"

"Is the master willing to accept me as an apprentice?"

Shengqing said hello.

Under the locust tree, teach him the method of cultivation, teach him spiritual entanglement, and teach him the truth.

Those practitioners who came from all over the world sat under the locust tree and listened to the teachings of an immortal.

Just one night, Shengqing knew everything about immortality, nature, and all mysteries. He just talked about it there, but the people underneath had different flowers for the same content.

All have great benefits, and each has its own gains.

The idiot in that village sat in the front and listened most carefully.

Although everyone has their own gains, what everyone wants to learn most is of course this immortal's natal and spiritual entanglement, astrology and divination.

But how can there be people who can learn it after listening to it once?

It's just that they didn't expect that someone really learned it.

Still that fool.

What kind of terrible genius is this?

With this kind of comprehension, wouldn't it be possible to learn a lot by taking a look at other people's spiritual entanglement?
Shengqing was not surprised at all.

The fool did a fortune-telling calculation for himself, counting his own lifespan, and finally calculated that there were still eight hours left, so he smiled shyly.

"Sir, am I right?"

Shengqing shook his head helplessly: "When did you miss it?"

The 28 practitioners below could not help but remain silent.

The next day, the idiot in the village who had been crazy for more than 30 years suddenly had clear eyes and became normal.

When he got home, he plowed all the land at home so that his mother could plant it in the spring next year. Then he went to the mountains to cut firewood for a whole house. The family said from house to house that they were grateful for the care of the villagers over the years.

The mother knew that he was leaving, and she stayed with her son all the time. The son who hadn't communicated with her for 30 years, talked to her for a day.

In the evening, after the three of them had eaten, the son said that he was a little sleepy and wanted to go back to sleep for a while.

The father smoked in the living room, and the mother stayed close to her son's bedside.

The son was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, and suddenly said to the mother beside him: "It's going to rain, mom, go and collect your clothes."

When the mother collected the clothes and entered the room, and then came to the son's bedside, the son had his eyes closed and was not breathing.

Shengqing was sitting on the roof of his house when it suddenly began to drizzle. He raised his hand to catch it. The cold air was overwhelming, and it was the autumn rain.

Under the house, the old Orion was smoking cigarettes, one after another.

The woman in the room is crying.

"Sir, are you a monster?"

"Sir, please teach me how to read. Mother said that only by studying can I be successful."

"Sir, do you think I am reciting it correctly? Ha, I will recite it once. Am I very smart?"

"Sir, sir, teach me how to practice!"

"Why can't I learn, it's impossible, sir, I'm so smart, how can I not learn? I can't be wrong!"

If I had taught him how to practice back then, would he not have broken the Yang God because of self-study, and the result would have been different.

For the first time, Sheng Qing had something he didn't want to know.