I would have such a bizarre idea, mainly inspired by what I found in the pigsty last night.

Generally speaking, wild boars in the mountains live in groups, but there are exceptions, those wild boars that are lonely, once they reach estrus, will sneak into the homes of farmers in the village in the middle of the night, arch the gate, and the pigs in the pigsty have become a good thing.

Such cases are not uncommon in our hometown.

After listening to my plan, the uncle groaned for a while, and then nodded, "Okay, you guys are guarding in the mountains, and I'll lead the pigs!"

After speaking, he led a group of villagers to rush back, Wang Jie because he lived in the city since he was a child, and did not understand my plans, so he pestered me to ask this and that, and when I explained the truth, he immediately caused a wry smile, "Are you sure this method can work?"

I sighed and said, "Whether it works or not, you have to try it to find out, and that's the way it is for now." ”

Chen Xuanyi walked over with a faint smile, nodded at me lightly and said, "This method is not bad, the wild boar spirit lives in the mountains all the year round, and is extremely familiar with the terrain of this place, if it is directly brought into the mountains to look for it, not to mention whether it can find its traces, even if it is found, it can rely on its familiarity with the terrain to escape, it is better to lure it out of the mountain and catch turtles in an urn." ”

I smiled at him politely, first humbled myself, and then shook my head and said Everyone is a young person, don't be too formal, I call you Chen Xuanyi, you don't care what my name is, just call me by name.

He smiled, looking a little shy, his face was as warm as jade, his smile was like a touch of warm sun, and he nodded and said that it was okay to do so.

While the villagers had not yet returned, I took the opportunity to talk to Chen Xuanyi and inquire about his mentorship. As far as I know, Qingcheng Mountain is the holy place of cultivation in our southwest, bordering Jinguancheng, among which there are many sects and monks.

Chen Xuanyi said that he was from Laojun Pavilion and was a disciple of the head of the house, I was taken aback after hearing this, and quickly said to him, "It turned out to be the head disciple of Laojun Pavilion, I was really disrespectful before!"

Speaking of Qingcheng Mountain, most of the first things that may come to mind are the two green snakes and white snakes that are active in film and television dramas all the year round in "The Legend of the White Lady", but those who have entered this industry know very well that Qingcheng Mountain is one of the birthplaces of Taoism in China and has a great prestige in the art of Taoism.

And Laojun Pavilion is one of the largest Taoist sects, the real head disciple, and his status in the rivers and lakes is noble.

He smiled lightly as usual, and interrupted my polite words without arrogance or impatience, saying that there were five disciples under his master's seat, and he was the youngest and the least climatic.

He talked about four words - people in the same way, obviously saw some secrets on me, I didn't hide them, nodded very happily, "I did learn some cultivation methods here, but they are all family traditions, and I really can't get into the hall of elegance." ”

He smiled, shook his head, and looked at me with a very mysterious look, but he didn't say anything.

At this time, Wang Jie couldn't hold it back, and quickly interrupted us, saying that you two should stop playing dumb riddles, let's talk about what to do next.

I asked Wang Jie not to be in a hurry, and when the villagers came back, they were making plans.

After waiting for nearly an hour or so, the uncle finally drove the old man and the old sow into the mountain, like a behemoth, with the pig's ears fanned like a futon, and a handful of white hair grew on his head.

As far as I know, this sow has been raised by my uncle for five or six years, specially used for breeding, and has been serving with good food and drink for a few years, and has been raised to be healthy and extremely large.

Wang Jie obviously saw this big pig for the first time, and immediately opened his mouth wide and said, "My God, this thing is more scary than the lions in the zoo." ”

Chen Xuan and I looked at each other and smiled, ordinary people raise pigs, basically eight to ten months to slaughter, and the real pig farm, is basically three months to slaughter, to put it bluntly, people in the city can eat, basically underage pork.

And the real adult sow, the size is not weaker than a lion or a tiger, once this thing returns to the mountains and forests, it only takes two or three generations to restore the nature of the beast, so don't look at this thing looks naïve, if you really start a madness, five or six old men may not be able to control it.

The uncle first asked someone to tie the old sow to a tree, and then he came to me and asked me how to get it? I groaned and asked him if he had brought a fishing net? He said that he had brought it, so I hurried to get the fishing net, climbed up to a few nearby trees, made a simple trap with the fishing net, and asked them to lead the sow under the fishing net, and then led the people back into the forest.

When I was done, I looked at the time, it was about eleven o'clock at night, and it was supposed that the wild boar spirit should also come out to feed, so I ordered me to keep quiet in the forest, and then turn off everything that could shine.

Deep in the mountains, with the bright starry sky overhead, our group lay in the depths of the jungle, each holding a head and a firewood knife in his hand, and closely watching the grass and trees around him.

After waiting for about half an hour, Wang Jie was a little breathless, the mosquitoes in this mountain are very fierce and powerful, after smelling the human smell, they immediately surrounded our heads, buzzing and noisy, and then looking for an opportunity to suck blood, a bite is a swollen bag, which makes people itch and unbearable.

Wang Jie had suffered like this, and he suddenly became a little impatient, and pushed the soil on my shoulder several times, saying Why hasn't there been any movement, can you do this way?

I didn't speak, I put my index finger up, put it to my mouth, signaled Wang Jie not to make noise, and turned around to look at Chen Xuanyi, this guy was meditating with his back against the trunk of a tree as if no one was around, and his whole body was not stained, even if mosquitoes flew to him, they would automatically bypass him, and I was surprised to see it.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound in the forest, I smelled a particularly strong fishy smell, my heart was cold, and I quickly looked back at the bushes, between the depths of the forest, a large number of old leaves rustled and trembled, but there was no wind, and at the same time, there was also a breath in the air, which made people's noses itch, very uncomfortable.

The old sow, who had been walking quietly in the valley and shaving everywhere, seemed to sense something, suddenly raised her head, looked in a certain direction in the forest without moving, made a "hum" sound from time to time in her mouth, and pushed her hooves back a little unnaturally.

This calm lasted for about three seconds, and a slight tremor began to be heard in the forest, and in the night, a blackened, oily behemoth stared at two glowing pupils, slowly emerging from the forest, like a moving mountain of meat, and where it passed, it actually collapsed a row of shrubs.

Here it comes!

My heart tightened, and I looked at the direction of the black shadow with some surprise, and in my sight, a giant wild boar with a height of about one and a half meters and an extension of more than two meters slowly appeared in the shade of the tree, this guy had a hard and long mane, and a pinch of light brown hair on his head, which was soft and covered with a long nose, revealing a bunch of yellow eyes.

The two fangs were hideous and half-exposed, like polished knives, curved in an arc, straight upside down into the sky, and shimmered like fine iron in the night.