I didn't intend to become a fairy

Chapter 442

"Hey..."

The decapitated statue in the temple was covered with cracks like ice cracks, and soon shattered into countless pieces. Even the wood, branches and thatch inside were broken and scattered on the ground.

The temple was built with funds raised by the villagers. It is still a building. Song You did not destroy it, but just called a big stone from the mountain and stopped at the entrance of the small temple. Make a flat section, and then look at the little girl who just ran out:
"Mistress Sanhua, please write for me."

"Writing?"

Empress Sanhua was holding her bulging gauze and holding the big red rooster in her other hand. After hearing this, she immediately raised her head and looked at him blankly.

"It's nothing else, it's really Mistress Sanhua who has worked hard to practice calligraphy for many years, and she has already achieved some accomplishments in calligraphy, so she wants to ask Mistress Sanhua to write a sentence on this stone for me to tell the people."

"Admonish the people?"

"Just to tell them that the mountain god has been removed."

"Ok!"

The little girl immediately took off the bag and put it on the ground, then went to get a pen from the horse's back, and then came over:
"Write what?"

"Just write..." Song You paused for a moment, "The evil god has been eliminated, no more worship, the livestock will be brought back by oneself, and the rooster is the reward, gentlemen with kind hearts, I hope that I will continue to stick to my heart in the future, and there will be good luck in the future."

"The evil god has been eliminated..."

The little girl stands in front of the stone and writes from top to bottom.

First, I raised my hands high and rested on my toes, then I slowly wrote downwards, then slowly bent down, and squatted down to write until I stood up again.

Mistress Sanhua's handwriting is still neat and tidy, perhaps because she has read a lot of books. It used to be very similar to Song You's handwriting, but now it is much closer to the printed handwriting. It still lacks its own characteristics and lacks some spirituality.

"For good..."

Wait until the last word is written.

There was a crashing sound.

Immediately, a piece of stone dust fell on the stone, and it was blown away by the wind, which startled Mistress Sanhua. Although she was squatting with her pen in hand, she also took two steps back.

When she looked up at the stone surface again, every handwriting she wrote on it had been engraved into the stone.

"Oh!"

"Let's also write a few small characters on the back."

"Small print!"

"In other words, the wanted criminal by the government is also a local. He went to hide in the mountain temple the night before and was devoured by the evil god. How to write it is up to Empress Sanhua."

"Ok!"

The little girl picked up the pen again and wrote a series of small characters.

When the word is completed, the powder and chips are thrown off and penetrated into the stone.

"What spell is this?"

"Small tricks."

"Cricket's little trick!"

Sanhua Empress squinted at him.

"Let's go." Song You took the rooster from her hand, hung it on the horse's back, and walked forward with a stick, "The Sanhua Empress was hiding in the mountain temple before, and I have not been idle, so I went to the village to borrow it." We made a pot, and the old man just gave us some oats and got a big rooster, so today we will eat a pot of wood-fired chicken and put a pancake on it.”

"Where did you borrow the pot?"

"In the village at the foot of the mountain, there is an old man who is very talkative, so I asked him about the mountain god and the surrounding area." Song You said as he walked, "I deposited a small amount of money with him."

"Where are we going to eat?"

"Naturally, go to a mountain spring to pack the chicken first, then find a place with beautiful scenery and a wide view, and cook it slowly."

"I knew it!"

"nature……"

The moon has disappeared from the sky at some point, and replaced by a white belly in the sky, the sky is full of stars, and only one Qiming is left.

The long night will be bright, and the world will be darker. A group of people walked further and further along the path up the mountain, leaving only an empty temple in the mountain and a stone tablet in front of the temple.

……

There are many mountain springs between the mountains, and the sound of gurgling water can often be heard. I don’t know if it’s the footsteps of local villagers, merchants who often pass by this road, or local government officials. Many mountain springs have been plugged with bamboo tubes. The film leads the water out and keeps flowing all night long. It is very convenient for people to drink water.

Song You found a mountain spring a little away from the official road, boiled hot water, killed the chicken, cleaned it, cut it into pieces, wrapped it in banana leaves, and climbed to the top of a mountain.

Find firewood, take out the stove and put the pot on it.

The old farmer’s oatmeal had dried up before being harvested on the mountain for a long time. The Taoist wiped it off and put it in his ordinary small pot for cooking. He covered the pot and shook it a little. The rice grains swayed and jingled, but the sound soon weakened or even disappeared. When the lid was opened again, the oat rice inside had already turned into white and yellow oat rice powder.

Add white flour and knead into dough.

The Taoist lit the stove and started frying the chicken.

The little girl in three-color clothes and a bag was sleepy and would rub her eyes from time to time, but she still stubbornly stood by the pot and stove, staring at the movements of the Taoist.

No detail is spared.

While cooking, Song You said, "Miss Sanhua got rid of the demons last night and stayed up all night. Why don't you rest for a while, and when Mistress Sanhua wakes up, this pot of chicken will be ready."

"Empress Sanhua is not sleepy!"

The little girl's voice was very firm.

Highlight a thirst for knowledge, eager to learn, and don't let go of any method that can make mice delicious.

"..."

The Taoist was very helpless, but he kept moving.

At this time, the sky is bright, the wind is light and the clouds are light, neither hot nor cold, it is a comfortable morning.

The villages at the foot of the mountain are gradually waking up, the cocks are crowing and the dogs are barking, and the smoke from the cooking has accumulated a mist in the mountains, surrounding the mountains like a jade belt.

The wild place on the top of the mountain is also a world of fireworks.

Seeing that the oil in the pot was heating up, the chicken was lowered into the pot with a sizzling sound, and countless oil bubbles popped out. Then the chicken quickly lost its color and turned golden, and the meat gradually shrank.In addition to the lack of bean paste, there are a lot of ginger, garlic, pepper, and spices in Songyou. When you add them one by one, you don’t feel that it is already a strong aroma, which is blown into the distance by the mountain wind.

"Gudong!"

The little girl rubbed her eyes and swallowed again.The Taoist mixed some water into it, took off the bamboo hat and put it on the pot, which was the lid. Then he sat down and watched the clouds around the green hills without haste. After waiting for a long time, he took off the bamboo hat.

Then he put six corn tortillas on the pot, close to the chicken soup. Then he covered them with the bamboo hat and continued to sit next to them.

The little girl also sat down beside him.

The top of the mountain is very small, and no one has cultivated it. It is covered with needlegrass, which is the kind of wild grass that can grow in a small group, and each grass is like a hair. It often grows on the top of the mountain or on the cliff. The advantage of grass is that once it is flattened a bit, it becomes a mat directly on which to sit.

The pot next to it was gurgling, and the heat continued to pass through the bamboo hat.

The aroma is also spreading.

The Taoist sat cross-legged and looked into the distance.

Mistress Sanhua seemed to be unable to open her eyes, and she had to rub her eyes from time to time, but she couldn't sleep. She had to imitate Taoist priests to look into the distance, and she had to turn her head to look at the iron pot next to her from time to time. She crawled when she was really sleepy. Get up and feed the horses today's trampled oranges and pears from the mountain temple.

Time passed, leisurely and slowly.

The dewdrops on the weeds on the top of the mountain slowly dried up.

Unconsciously, the little girl had lowered her head and half-closed her eyes, as if she was thinking about life.

"All right!"

Song You finally lifted the lid.

"brush!"

The little girl raised her head in an instant, and ran to fetch the dishes.

"sit down."

Song You asked her to sit around the pot.

Swallows seldom eat food made by humans, let alone poultry, so don't embarrass him.

At this time, there was a large pot of chicken in the pot, with only a few wild vegetables as decoration. There were a few pancakes stuck next to the iron pot, which had turned golden brown, and revealed a familiar and long-lost aroma to Song You.

Naturally, Song You's first chopsticks caught a Yanmi pancake.

Empress Sanhua also followed suit.

Song You took a bite.

The girl also took a bite.

The surface of the pancake is golden and has a rough texture, but the bottom has been burnt brown. When you bite it, the texture is slightly rough, but very sweet.

"..."

Song You was silent for a while, and the familiar feeling naturally brought out the long-lost memories. When he realized it, he was no longer limited to the taste of the cornbread itself.

But he didn't say anything, he only held the pancakes, pressed them into the soup of the firewood chicken, and only picked them up again when he was full of the soup.

Empress Sanhua also followed suit, staring at him as she made it, and even drowned the pancakes for as long as he did.

This kind of action always makes people feel cute.

However, when she thinks that one day in the future, among the remaining sticks of Yanmi given to Song You by the old farmer, there will be one with half of the rice grain missing, and she will make pancakes that are not much different from today, and then drown her in the same movements as today. Into a pot of firewood mouse soup, this cuteness is mixed with a touch of weirdness.

"How does Empress Sanhua feel?"

"Empress Sanhua thinks it's delicious!"

"Let's eat meat."

"Eat meat!"

Song You grabbed the first piece of chicken.

The little girl followed suit.

At least two or three years old big red rooster, the meat is actually a bit hard, but after stewing it looks firm, and the chicken skin is also elastic, which also absorbs the soup and the flavor of the spices. Song You and Sanhua Niangniang felt that the evil spirits last night were not in vain.

"good to eat!"

While admiring the little girl, she thought seriously.

Song You said nothing and enjoyed the food silently.

At this moment, the fatigue from last night is gone, the world is vast and my heart is satisfied. It is undoubtedly a rare moment of comfort during the journey.

At the same time, there was some noise in the distant mountains.

……

A group of villagers mustered up their courage and went to the mountain temple together.

I wanted to see what was left of the animals worshiped yesterday, and I wanted to tidy up the mountain temple, but I knew that the mountain god wanted to eat the animals, and seeing someone offering a little girl, I couldn't help being scared, so I called a large group of old people Come with young people.

But in front of the mountain temple, all the six animals except chickens were tied to trees. In front of the mountain temple, there was a bluestone cut into a tablet with words written on it. The temple was in a mess.

The most shocking thing is that the statue of the mountain god has been shattered.

"what happened?"

"It happened!"

"It must be the Taoist priest from last night!"

"There are words on it!"

"Those who can read, read it!"

"Zhang Sangong, Zhang Sangong, come and read!"

For a moment, everyone gathered around the entrance of the mountain temple and the mountain stone tablet, staring at the words on it.

Someone read it aloud.

Everyone was shocked.

Only then did I realize that the Taoist man last night was neither here to make offerings to the mountain god, nor to steal animals, but a real god who knew there was an evil god here and came here to punish him!Only true gods would not take the precious cattle, sheep, horses, even pigs and dogs after the evil gods, but only took one of the most valuable chickens and left.

If you don't care about the world, you like to eat chicken.

(End of this chapter)