Chapter 16: The Mountain God's Memory
Chapter 16: The Mountain God's Memory
"You are talking nonsense! Master doesn't have any other disciples!"
Chen Huangpi jumped up and down and yelled, his fair and tender little face flushed red with anger.
He was angry and panicked.
How could the master have other disciples!
My master and I have depended on each other for many years.
The master never lies to me. If he had other disciples, could he hide them from me?
"I didn't lie to you. I saw it with my own eyes. Your master has many disciples. You are not the only one, nor the first one."
"Ah! I'm so angry!"
Chen Huangpi yelled angrily, "You bad fox, don't even think about sowing discord between me and my master. I'm telling you, I'm my master's only disciple and the only heir to Jingxian Temple!"
If it is true as the fox mountain god said.
The master has other disciples, which means that above him there is a senior brother, a second senior brother, and so on...
I don’t know how many senior brothers are older than me.
It is also more legitimate than my own legally.
After a hundred years of my master's life, wouldn't they be able to snatch the Jingxian Temple from me?
Why?
They are not as filial as themselves!
"You believe me."
"If I tell even a single lie, I will be damned to hell and suffer in agony for eternity."
The Fox Mountain God's voice was urgent, and he had to be urgent because the fire was already burning.
The real fire in the stove is so weird.
Even its idols can be set on fire.
Only tangerine peel can save it.
"If you let me out of this stove, I can share with you the memories I saw, and you will know the truth from the false at a glance."
Hear this.
"Let me think about it."
Chen Huangpi clenched his teeth, his expression changed, and his hands clenched involuntarily.
He sat in front of the stove, head down, thinking.
The scorching flames made his forehead red.
"Hurry up, this flame is too evil, I can't bear it."
The fox mountain god wailed incessantly.
At some point, a brass oil lamp floated into the kitchen.
It was Huang Er.
"Huang Er, should I believe it?"
"Does the master really have other disciples?"
"Will my brothers compete with me for the Jingxian Temple?"
Chen Huangpi raised his head and asked three times, and two lines of tears flowed down his little face.
"Benjia, are you scared?"
The brass oil lamp looked at Chen Huangpi with pity, grew out two slender hands, and wiped away the tears on his face.
"Um……"
"I'm afraid Master doesn't love me as much as I thought."
Chen Huangpi's voice sounded depressed, he was afraid that he was not his master's only disciple.
He was also afraid that his fellow brothers would seize his family business.
I was also afraid that my master was hiding a lot of things from me.
"It doesn't matter. At worst, we can leave Jingxian Temple and the Shiwan Mountains and go to the outside world."
The brass oil lamp gave Chen Huangpi a guarantee.
It is both distressed and exciting.
Because this is a good opportunity.
If what the fox mountain god said was true, Chen Huangpi would definitely be very sad.
All he had to do was fan the flames and alienate their master-disciple relationship.
Throw some conspiracy theories into it.
Chen Huangpi has no experience and is easily fooled.
When you go out into the outside world, the sky will be high for birds to fly and the sea will be wide for fish to jump.
What a place like Poshiwandashan Jingxian Temple. Every day spent there is a torture.
"Thank you Huang Er."
Chen Huangpi was moved, and said to the fox mountain god burning in the stove: "I will let you out, but don't play tricks. I tell you, this is the Jingxian Temple. If you lie to me, you will die miserably!"
His tone was very firm.
The Fox Mountain God immediately said, "I will never lie to you."
Although it is a mountain god, this is one of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
In addition, all the incense he had saved for many years was sucked up by the old Taoist priest in white robe, and he was burned to death by the strange real fire in the stove.
Even if I wanted to play tricks, I don't have the ability to do so.
Chen Huangpi made his decision and didn't hesitate any more.
He picked up the tongs and reached in to grab the statue of the Fox Mountain God and pulled it out.
As soon as it came out, the true fire that was like a maggot on the tarsal bone disappeared instantly.
It was as if the flame was confined within the stove.
"Thank you, young master."
The Fox Mountain God let out a long sigh, finally getting a chance to catch his breath.
"Do not talk nonsense."
Chen Huangpi urged, “I want to see it now, otherwise my master will be back soon!”
The Fox Mountain God felt a little bitter and wanted to take a break.
Recover some means.
But Chen Huangpi was urging it to do its job, so it didn't dare to delay.
"Look into my eyes! Watch carefully!"
The eyes of the Fox Mountain God were bright and suddenly a gleam of light flashed in them.
Chen Huangpi looked back and his eyes became blank.
Strange words that resembled flowers, birds, fish and insects emerged from his eyes.
"Ah ah ah..."
The Fox Mountain God screamed, and two faint streams of divine blood instantly flowed from the clay sculpture's eyes.
"Brother Huang, what on earth is hidden in the young man's head?"
It was terrified.
At that moment, its soul seemed to have touched something terrifying.
The thing was so weak, like a baby still in the womb.
It didn't even come into contact with the thing, but just touched it, and that thing, like a starving ghost that had been hungry for tens of thousands of years, bit its soul fiercely.
The brass oil lamp glanced at it and said disdainfully, "Brother Huang, do you think you can call me that? I even hate it when you call me Master Huang. You are just a broken mountain god, and you are trying to establish a relationship with me."
That's quite blunt.
He didn't give the Fox Mountain God any face at all.
If the Fox Mountain God was in its prime, it would have played dead if it was outside the Jingxian Temple.
But this is Jingxian Temple.
No matter what god comes, it won’t work.
The Fox Mountain God had no time to get angry with the brass oil lamp, because a crack appeared on its statue. Its soul was swallowed alive by the thing in Chen Huangpi's head.
This caused great harm to it.
He was a good mountain god, but now all his incense has been sucked dry, his soul has been eaten, and his statue has been cracked.
It's just so miserable.
"If I had known this, I would have died."
The Fox Mountain God uttered a shrill cry, and then fell into a coma uncontrollably.
The brass oil lamp ignored it and just watched over the tangerine peel quietly.
At this moment.
Chen Huangpi's consciousness was trapped in a world of light and shadow.
The world seemed to turn white.
And his perspective became very strange, and he kept looking up at the sky.
Rumble…
Thunder exploded in the sky, one after another.
Chen Huangpi understood in his heart: "This is the memory of the Fox Mountain God. I put myself in its perspective, but why is it motionless? Doesn't its neck feel sore?"
first day.
Thunder was rumbling and the whole world was white.
Chen Huangpi didn't know whether it was day or night.
Because all he could see was thunder and lightning that spread across the sky like a spider web.
the next day.
It's still rumbling.
Chen Huangpi felt like his ears were going deaf and his eyes were going blurry.
"I can't take it anymore!"
He is just a nine-year-old boy, at an age when he loves to play and move.
How can I bear this kind of suffering?
The third day, until the sixth day.
A young man in a dark blue Taoist robe walked above him.
The Taoist robe that man was wearing was exactly the same style as the one Chen Huangpi was wearing.
There was a jade pendant hanging around the man's waist.
Chen Huangpi saw that the name Xu Qingshan was written on it.
This made him feel a little sour: "We are all Master's disciples, why don't I have a jade token? Master is partial."
He was sad.
At this time, Xu Qingshan lowered his head and looked at Chen Huangpi.
"Finally found."
"He's not looking at me, he's looking at the Fox Mountain God."
Although Chen Huangpi knew this, he was still very unhappy and shouted at the other party: "I am the only heir to Jingxian Temple. I have taken care of Master for so many years, and the family business should be handed over to me. Don't snatch it from me!"
Xu Qingshan suddenly waved his hand, and Chen Huangpi felt like he was flying.
The perspective changes accordingly, and everything around you comes into view.
Only then did he realize that he had turned into a stone, with only a small part of him sticking out of the ground, so he could only look up at the sky.
"So the Fox Mountain God is made of stone!?"
Chen Huangpi was stunned. He thought that the Fox Mountain God was already a mountain god at this time, but he just liked to look up at the sky.
Because before I went crazy, Master also liked to look up at the sky.
"The Fox Mountain God is just a stone now, not a mountain god yet, so why does he have memory images?"
Chen Huangpi fell into deep thought. He was very puzzled and had a vague feeling that it seemed to be related to thunder.
Perhaps, there are some special truths and changes contained in this.
However, before he could figure out what to do, Xu Qingshan took out a carving knife.
Stone chips were flying.
The stone became smaller and smaller, until only a piece of stone the size of a baby's fist remained.
"What a pity, there are cracks and the color didn't seep in."
Xu Qingshan was a little disappointed and sighed, "All the good quality stones have been dug out by my senior brothers, so I can only make do with what I have."
After saying this, he chopped the stone marrow with the carving knife in his hand.
The stone was split into two halves.
Then, Xu Qingshan took out another piece of yellow mud and divided it into two parts with a little heartache. After hesitating for a moment, he took one of the parts back, and the remaining part was divided into two again.
"You can't get into Huangquan anymore, you have to use it sparingly."
"How come you don't even know how to enter Huangquan?"
Chen Huangpi felt very strange.
When the earth dragon turns over, Huangquan will spit out water mixed with mud.
At the end, the yellow mud will flow back and go straight into the underworld downstream.
This is what my master told me.
But Xu Qingshan didn't know...
At this time, Xu Qingshan pressed the two small portions of yellow mud on the two pieces of stone marrow and rubbed them vigorously. While rubbing, he said, "The temple master is urging us to do it urgently. I don't know how the brothers are doing. Can they find the right strange stone to make the statue?"
After hearing this, Chen Huangpi suddenly realized.
"You call me Master, and I call you Master. You don't know how to enter Huangquan, so Master, tell me in person."
"It seems that there are also some closeness and distance between the disciples."
"Sure enough, I am the master's most beloved disciple!"
Now Chen Huangpi was happy.
Xu Qingshan kept rubbing the two pieces of stone marrow with yellow mud. The more he rubbed the yellow mud, the more stone marrow appeared. It became soft and rotten, and soon it mixed into a ball with the yellow mud.
Chen Huangpi only felt a darkness before his eyes.
There was nothing to be seen any more.
I don’t know how long it took, but the scene in front of me suddenly lit up.
Chen Huangpi's perspective changed again. Previously, he could see in all directions, but now, like a human, he could only see a large area in front of his eyes.
Xu Qingshan looked at the two statues in front of him that were as tall as a person and nodded with satisfaction.
"One fox and one yellow fox. My fellow brothers usually only make one, but I have two. Even if the consecration fails, the temple master will not blame me."
After saying that, Xu Qingshan took the two statues and walked away, shrinking the distance to an inch.
Chen Huangpi saw a big mountain in front of him.
It was the Yuqiong Mountain that he was most familiar with.
The Taoist temple on the mountain is different. It is very big and has many side halls. Thousands of Taoists fly in the air and turn into light to fly into the mountain gate.
Every Taoist carries a statue of a deity.
There are people, things, and animals.
There were others that he couldn't see clearly, but the statues were all lifeless, as if they could only become gods after being consecrated.
For a moment, he was in a trance.
Because Jingxian Temple is like this at night, except there are not so many Taoists.
(End of this chapter)