Cultivation: Start with Inviting Gods

The baby was born in a big way, but the baby was born in a big way.

Wang Tie stared at the baby in his arms in a daze, and Aunt Wang's words kept echoing in his ears.

His hands were shaking a little. He knew that Aunt Wang was right, but how could he bear to strangle his own child.

Seeing this, Aunt Wang stepped forward and took the child from the swaddling clothes, then took a step and walked out the door.

"Give me the child. I know you can't bear it. Tiezhu, let me help you!

If the child really comes to take his life, it will be locked up by me! Don't blame me for being cruel, child. I, an old woman, can't do anything. In troubled times, it's hard to survive."

Grandma Wang walked out quickly. Seeing this, Wang Tie wiped his eyes, then took a step and took the child from Grandma Wang's arms.

Then he pushed open the door and left without saying a word. Grandma Wang looked at his back and sat directly on the ground, muttering

"Oh my God, why is life so difficult?"

Wang Tie's tall figure disappeared in the cold wind. In the dark night, the uneven road was dark and it was difficult to walk.

But Wang Tie walked briskly. He was used to walking in the mountains, and the road at night would not cause any obstacles for him.

The birds circling around their yard seemed to have gained some perception? They all flew in other directions, only some crows followed Wang Tie's movements and flew slowly behind him.

These crows did not call, and Wang Tie did not focus his attention on them. He held the child in his arms and walked towards the mountain with a heavy heart.

The direction he was heading was not the abandoned baby tower outside the village. With his steps, he was getting farther and farther away from the village.

The fire in the village gradually turned into a small dot behind him, and the cold wind blew around, freezing his rough face slightly red.

The baby in the swaddle was also awakened by the cold, and the vertical pupil on his forehead opened, and his eyes moved slowly, as if observing the surrounding environment.

Wang Tie silently wrapped the child tighter, as if to provide him with some warmth, and he walked into the mountains and forests.

Half an hour away from their village was a continuous high mountain, and their village was built not far from the foot of the mountain.

I heard from the old people in the village that they built the village at the foot of the mountain because the terrain there was flat. They fled there at that time, and only these flat lands could grow food.

Logically speaking, they were villagers near the foot of the mountain and should rely on the mountain for their livelihood.

Most people should make a living by hunting, but in fact it is not the case.

Wang Tie is the only one in the village who can hunt, and the reason is that he is the only one in his family.

The people in the village are worried that their casual hunting will anger the mountain god on the mountain.

Wang Tie, who was on his way, couldn't help thinking in his heart that his youngest son was born a freak. Could it be that he killed the creatures on the mountain and angered the mountain god? But no one could give him an answer.

The mountain he rushed to was called Qinshan. Qinshan was the highest mountain near their village. Usually, no one would go to that mountain.

But that mountain was special enough. On the top of that mountain, there was a mountain temple.

The top of the mountain where the temple was located was a very flat place.

Wang Tie just wanted to take his child to the mountain temple. He knew that in this cold weather, no matter where he put his child, he would not survive the night.

But he hoped that his child would live a peaceful and happy life in the next life.

There were some legends in their village that there was a real god in the mountain temple on the top of Qinshan Mountain. With the protection of the mountain god, his child's soul should be able to reincarnate after death.

Wang Tie walked faster and faster, and the crows following him entered the forest.

After leaving the village, the crows began to cry, and the crows' cries made Wang Tie's head split.

But he ignored the crows. The crows followed him, staring at the child in his arms.

If Wang Tie looked back, he would find that the emotion revealed in the crows' eyes was greed, just like the look he showed when he hunted prey.

The crows followed Wang Tie’s instincts and waited for him to put the child down. They flew and flew until they followed Wang Tie to the foot of Qinshan Mountain.

They looked at Wang Tie, whose figure was getting smaller and smaller on the tall Qinshan Mountain Road, and circled anxiously in the sky.

But then they left. The instinct of wild animals reminded them not to

Going further, that is not the area they can enter.

These beasts just follow their instincts. Even if their targets disappear, they will only feel pity and turn around to find another target.

Wang Tie walked very calmly along the way. The difficult mountain road that he walked during the day felt smooth at this time. I don’t know if it was his illusion.

As a hunter, walking in the mountains is a necessary skill for him. The temple on the top of the mountain soon appeared in front of him.

The mountain temple built on the top of Qinshan Mountain is not big. It is just an ordinary small house. The house does not even have windows. However, this small house is built with stones and is quite solid.

The door of the mountain temple is not open very wide. Wang Tie slowly knelt down and put the swaddling clothes in his arms into the mountain temple.

He prayed silently in his heart, and the mountain god blesses his poor child. The tall statue sitting in the mountain temple quietly stares at the mortals outside the temple.

The mountain god temple on Qinshan Mountain has a very special statue. According to the legend in their village, this mountain god is a great general.

But they don't know what the great general looks like, because the mountain god they worship in the mountain god temple wears a complicated armor, which is very gorgeous, which is indescribable for them, the Zhuang family.

Through the armor, Wang Tie seemed to feel someone watching him, and he knew it was his illusion.

The mountain god temple is very simple. There is no incense here. There is only a small altar in the temple, and there is no food on the altar.

Wang Tie stood outside the mountain god temple, kowtowed three times to the statue, and then put the child under the altar.

He thought about it, took off the coat he was wearing, and then wrapped the child he abandoned, and then went down the mountain without looking back.

His figure gradually disappeared in the desolate and secluded section of Qinshan Mountain. The cold wind blew into the simple mountain god temple.

The child wrapped in swaddling clothes and a coat was shivering from the cold. His small body slowly curled up, and the corners of his eyes were sparkling, as if there were some tears.

The little child did not see the statue behind the altar. In his sight, he could only see the throne where the statue sat.

The wind outside the window was getting stronger and stronger, and the wind on the top of the mountain was even more frightening. There was a whimpering sound in the wind, like a fierce ghost in winter.

The child's eyes shook in the vertical pupils of his eyes, and then closed again. He knew that his fate today might pass away with the cold wind. Although he was a little unwilling in his heart, he also felt a little relieved.