Nanmao didn't plan to continue this faceless topic with Tang An, so he stepped on Tang An's palm hard, urging him to hurry up.

Tang An continued to push away the branches and leaves of the trunk in front of him, and at the same time, because the southern cat was sitting on his shoulder, he had to push away the leaves from a higher place, otherwise he would hit her in the face, and it was estimated that she would find trouble for herself.

"That'...... Is there a ritual to bring people back to life?" Tang An asked with great anticipation and some apprehension.

Nan Mao let go of the hand that was pulling Tang An's earlobe, put it on his cheek softly, and then let it go after a while, and there was a soft feeling in his heart, which seemed to make people disperse all other emotions, and then become focused, and be affected by the emotions of another person, and the thoughts in his mind seemed to change his habits because of this...... Nan Mao was a little uncomfortable, and shook his head to dispel this feeling that permeated his heart.

She understood why she was asking this, what he was expecting...... The first time he met him, it was next to his mother's grave, the boy who was lying on the grass despite the hot sun, motionless and holding the tombstone.

"I know what you're thinking...... It's just that I just told you that nothing in this world can exist forever, let alone a weak human being?" Nan Mao lowered his voice, like the sound of the wind passing through the leaves that Tang An was stirring, a little unnatural.

"I see. Tang An sighed, fortunately, he didn't expect too much, but when he heard Nan Mao mention the magical rituals, these rituals are very mysterious and powerful, and it is inevitable that people will look forward to the art of resurrection, after all, in those stories, resurrection and immortality are parallel secret techniques, since immortality is possible in a certain sense, then it may be possible to resurrect the dead to a certain extent.

"But ......"

"But what?" Tang An hurriedly asked again.

"Don't get excited!" Nan Mao hated being expected to do things he couldn't, "It's impossible for your mother to reappear in front of you like she did before she died, as you expect." However, I can use the ritual of backtracking supplemented by alchemy to make her reappear in front of you, she has emotions and memories of you, but she can't be called alive, she can be said to be a dead person who uses alchemy to maintain her existence. ”

"This is no different from resurrecting the dead!" No matter how it exists, the most important thing for Tang An is, of course, his mother's feelings for himself and her memory, is there a difference between maintaining his existence with alchemy and maintaining life by medical means?

"If you can accept that...... In the future, my spiritual power will be restored, and I can help you see your mother again......" Nan Cat looked ahead, sighing with some doubt, "The emotions that humans have for the females who give birth to themselves are really incomprehensible to cats. ”

"Okay, good!" Tang An was overjoyed, and wanted to jump up excitedly, compared to immortality or something, this is what Tang An dreams of the most, Tang An said repeatedly: "King, from now on, I will be your most loyal slave! No, I will be a slave, even if you let me dig a pit and bury myself now, I am willing!"

"Why do I want you to dig a pit and bury yourself?" Nan Mao was a little angry when he saw Tang An so happy, "What from now on, isn't it before!"

"It used to be!" Tang An loudly declared his incomparable loyalty to the Southern Cat King.

Nan Mao held his hands in front of his chest sullenly, why did he see that his mood was suddenly low, he couldn't help but hope that he would be happy, but seeing that he was happy because of something else, and he was a human or a female human, he was very unhappy!

Nan Mao didn't want to talk to Tang An anymore, just sat on his shoulder, feeling the traces of the residual spiritual power in the air, on the leaves, and on the grass.

The two of them walked for a long time, and gradually saw a faint moonlight shining in front of them, and knew that it must be because there was an open ground over there, so they quickened their pace, Tang An and Nanmao walked to the front of a big tree, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

It was a meadow of emerald green that glowed faintly in the moonlight, with small light blue fluorescent flowers, surrounded by tall broad-leaved trees.

There was a small dilapidated temple in the center of the meadow, and Tang An immediately thought of the place where the old man he met said to worship the god of the lake.

The kobold people in the literature of the stalls are not very credible, but it is not uncommon to say that the custom of worshiping the lake god is not made up by carpet tabloids and magazines, and most of the rivers and lakes will have a ritual of worship before the start of the fishing season, praying that there will be no strong winds and waves, and the fish and shrimp are full.

This small temple should be the place of worship in the past, and now it is probably used by the old man to worship the kobold lake god.

The southern cat jumped off Tang An's shoulder, and the skirt flew and fell.

"The remnants of spiritual power that pervade here are the thickest......" Nan Mao raised his head with his eyes closed, walked, looked, smelled, is the cat's way of perceiving the world.

Tang An watched the moonlight fall on her delicate little face, the quiet expression and beautiful face made people's hearts beat in contraction, Tang An remembered a lyric: That night is too beautiful, you are too gentle.

"Tang An, tear down that temple!" Nan Mao said loudly, pointing to the small temple.

Really...... Such a night is too beautiful, the king of the southern cat is too gentle, that is absolutely an illusion! Tang An asked strangely, "Why did you demolish that temple?"

"There is a dog painted on the door panel of that temple, I hate dogs!" Although I came to investigate the traces of kobolds, Nanmao did not like to see dog patterns on places of worship such as "temple", because the dog spirit clan is not a royal family, and only the royal family can appear in a place like a temple.

The king is the king, he can do whatever he likes and dislikes anytime and anywhere, Tang An remembered that he had just shown his loyalty, so he walked up without hesitation, ready to remove the door panel...... After all, Tang An is still afraid of such a thing as demolishing the temple, and it is not the kobold or the lake god who is afraid of it, but the hearts of those who are in awe in his heart.

"Wait!"

Tang An had just walked to the front of the small temple, and was about to observe the pattern of the dog and kick the door down with one kick, when the southern cat suddenly spoke.

"This dog is painted with the feeling of a New Year's painting, it seems to be a door god......" Tang An looked back at Nanmao while observing, wondering why she suddenly shouted for him to stop.

Nan Mao didn't see Tang An's puzzled eyes, nor did he explain why, but just opened his hands and looked up at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight seemed to sense something, and in Tang An's surprised gaze, the moonlight shining on the flowers and plants shifted its original position and fell on the southern cat.

Without the light of the moon, the flowers and plants that were emerald green or fluorescent in the moonlight instantly became much more ammonia.

The southern cat seemed to have condensed the moonlight, and the layers of moonlight covered her like a light veil, Tang An's eyes widened, but the clothes on the southern cat seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.

Faintly, it shows the curves of her body, although immature, but still by the soft lines.

The entire body of the southern cat seemed to be carved from beautiful jade, transparent and crystalline, and the hazy beauty made Tang An hold his breath.

Suddenly, the light was shining, and Tang An didn't have time to make a choice between keeping his attention in surprise and quickly turning his head to disrespect, and the dazzling light had already covered the body of the southern cat.

The southern cat stretched out its immature body, and then curled it up, and when the light dissipated, Tang An's eyes appeared a large white cat with a fluorescent body.

The fluttering hair exuded the brilliant luster of a diamond version, and she proudly looked up at the moon, then turned her head to look at Tang An.

It was this glance, and the next moment, the big white cat jumped forward, rushed to the sky along the moonlight, and then turned into a little light and disappeared without a trace.

Tang An stared at the sky with wide eyes, and after looking at it for a while, he realized that Nanmao did not jump up and then jumped down.

"Where have you been?" Tang An raised his head and looked at the sky, there was water vapor in the sky above Yangcheng Lake, but in such weather, the stars and moon could still be clearly seen, but there was no flying big white cat.

"At least tell me where you're going?" Tang An lowered his head helplessly and began to look around.

There is no change around, it seems that the moonlight is absorbed by the southern cat, those flowers and plants do not have the original feeling of what kind of aura and fairy energy are permeated, if there is a feeling of fairies and fairies in the world, but now it feels like flowers and plants planted in patches in the general botanical garden.

Tang An came to the ruined temple again, a small temple less than three meters high, with a roof paved with mud and green tiles, and many hollow holes in the three walls, and the main entrance was the two large wooden doors with dogs painted on them.

The dog on the wooden door, although the painting is not very good, can be seen to be just an ordinary earth dog, Tang An patted himself in another state of the same kind of earth, and then walked into the temple.

Although the temple is small, but because the whole temple is only dedicated to a clay sculpture Bodhisattva, it seems a little empty, in front of the clay sculpture Bodhisattva is a crumbling table of eight immortals, and there is a dusty futon in front of the table.

Tang An stepped on the mud and sand and dew all night, and his pants were already dirty, so he didn't mind kneeling down and worshiping the Bodhisattva, which was regarded as an irreverent apology for the disrespectful man who was about to open the door just now, or a forgiveness for continuing to tear down the door later.

When Nanmao comes back, it is estimated that she will still have to demolish the temple door.

Tang An finished worshipping the Bodhisattva, and then observed this Bodhisattva, and couldn't help laughing, it turned out that this Bodhisattva was spliced, looking at the lower body of the Bodhisattva seems to be the second brother Guan, the style of the robe is very familiar, the second brother Guan's head is gone, but the top of the neck is a clay dog head with round eyes, the workmanship is very rough, the squinting expression reminds Tang An of a certain Shiba Inu that is popular all over the Internet.

Tang An felt that this must be a good thing done by the old man who said that he had seen the lake god, and the original worship here was probably the second brother Guan, and then the old man wanted to worship the lake god, but he did not reshape the golden body for the lake god, so he simply changed it to a dog's head, which was much simpler and the cost was lower.

The light in the temple is too dim, although he can see it clearly, don't think about taking pictures with his mobile phone, Tang An decided to wait until dawn to take a photo and send it to the circle of friends.

After sitting for a while, Tang An was a little hungry, after all, it was quite laborious to walk so far with a Nan cat sitting on his shoulder, but those cooking and barbecue materials were all in Nan Mao, and he had no way to go down to the lake to catch crabs and fish to eat raw.

Forget it, wait for Nan Mao slowly, Tang An sat back on the futon again, and now he can only wait for Nan Mao here.