But then I thought about it, Hai'an and the young master in the mouth of the host before must be the son of the host. It seems that this host used to be a person who was either rich or noble, so I asked, "Isn't it that the host was rich and noble before he became a monk, and his son can't see you suffering here?" ”

The host smiled and said: "I was just a hunter before I lost my hair, how can I be rich, these are sent by my son." ”

"Yoshiko?" I was even more confused when I heard that the big gate would give his son to a hunter as a righteous son.

The host said with a smile: "It's okay if you don't say it, it's okay if you don't say it." ”

I looked at the host and thought that this must be an excuse for him to eat meat.

The next day, I went to Tianjingshan again, not wanting to overdo it this time, and it was already dusk when I arrived at Xiaolin Peak. Before it was dark, I hurried to the intersection of the mountain, and happened to meet the person who brought game to the host yesterday.

He came over and said politely: "In Xia Muzirong, Your Excellency is going back to the mountain, just go together." ”

I'm very glad that someone will be afraid to rush the mountain road together. But looking at his upright facial features and looking elegant and free, it doesn't make people feel like a servant.

As we walked up the hill together, he seemed to be very familiar with the place, and when he passed a fork in the road, he pointed and said, "Let's go up from here, and we will soon reach the temple." ”

I was in a hurry to get back, so I followed him, but I gradually noticed that the mountain road became more and more rugged, and the surroundings became more and more terrifying. Walking and walking, in a blink of an eye, I couldn't find the one named Mu Zirong.

I was so frightened that I had to boldly move forward. It was already dark, the moon was hanging overhead, and as I passed by a stone hill, I saw someone lying on the bluestone in front of me. I was very happy, thinking that Mu Zirong was waiting for me there, so I ran over. Unexpectedly, when he got closer, he was almost frightened, and it turned out to be a tiger with huge yellow skin and black stripes.

The tiger was so close that it only took one pounce to knock me to the ground. It was also because I was scared that I didn't even have the idea of running when I stood still.

The tiger stood up and looked at me, staring at me motionless; My legs trembled and I stared at it motionless. After a long stalemate, the tiger suddenly yawned, turned and walked slowly into the forest, as if he had no interest in me.

When it was gone, I reacted, and then I ran and ran the way I came. Halfway through the run, Mu Zirong appeared in front, and he stopped me: "Where have you gone?" ”

I grabbed him and said breathlessly, "Old ...... Tiger...... There are tigers ......"

"Tiger?" He looked behind me, "Let's go, let's go this way." Then he pulled me down another path.

"Donor, I'm still thinking about why you haven't come back so late, it turns out that you are here, let the old man find it." I looked up and saw the host smiling and walking over the fork.

I hurried over, as if grasping at a life-saving straw: "Master." ”

"Donor, let's go with the old man." He grabbed me, "Mr. Mu, do you want to go to the temple with Lao Qu to sit down." ”

"No, since you're here, I'm leaving." After speaking, Mu Zirong walked along the path towards the side of the mountain.

I walked back to the right path with the host, and I was frightened along the way, until I returned to the temple, and my hanging heart settled down a little. I looked at the dark courtyard outside the door, still a little uneasy, and quickly closed the door.

At this time, the host said: "Don't worry, don't worry, the tiger won't come here." ”

"Host, how do you know about the tiger?" I was a little surprised that I hadn't mentioned the tiger to the host.

The host held the Buddha beads in his hand and read them one by one, "It was the old man who almost harmed you." ”

"Presiding Master, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly." I listened to his tone, as if there was something else hidden.

He sighed and said, "This matter starts from ten years ago, when I was still a hunter in Tianjingshan, and one day a man came and gave me a lot of money, and then handed over a baby to me to raise. That is, my righteous son Hai'an, and the person who came is Mr. Mu. ”

"Oh?" As soon as I was interested, I asked the host to sit down and listen to him carefully.

The host continued: "This child is growing up, but I find that he is different from ordinary people. He was very withdrawn, barely interacting with people, even with me, and often staring at the mountains and forests. What's even stranger is that he's never a vegetarian, and I'm a hunter, which is fine. But later, I accidentally discovered that there were similar children in the villages near Tianjingshan, and the person who took care of the orphans was none other than Mr. Mu. ”

I frowned, and I didn't understand at first, where did this Mr. Mu get so many children to take care of orphans.

"Then there were tigers eating people in many villages, and it is said that these tigers were changed from people, and they were children sent by Mr. Mu."

"What?" I was amazed, this kind of strange thing was unheard of.

The host didn't care about my expression, and continued: "These tiger cubs were eradicated by our hunters one by one, and I threw a tiger skin in front of him, and he seemed to understand everything, and I looked at him, but I couldn't do anything. ”

"You let him go?"

The host nodded: "Later, I learned that Hai'an's father was a vicious tiger who endangered Tianjingshan and was killed a long time ago. ”

I was stunned for a long time, thinking of the tiger lying on the stone hill and what happened tonight, and I asked, "Who is Mr. Namu?" ”

"It's what people call ghosts."

I was half chilled, and it turned out that he was trying to send me to the tiger's mouth to make food tonight.

At night, I couldn't sleep, thinking that it was because I came to this host that I saw through the world. That Hai'an, thinking about it, has not forgotten the nurturing grace of the host. But that Mu Zirong makes people don't know how to speak, he protects the bloodline for his master, serves two generations, how conscientious he is, and he is really a model. But strangely enough, he died at the hands of his master. What kind of loyalty is his loyalty as a ghost?

Later, I stayed in this Tianjing Mountain for another three days, but I never saw the tiger named Hai'an again, nor did I see the strange Mr. Mu again.

Because of this incident, my vision also began to change, and the beautiful scenery in the world could no longer be accommodated, and it was only natural that I would go from Taoism to finally becoming a monk.

After he talked about it, he didn't let Chen Bao'er and Huai Wumu sigh behind, they have their own stories, such as Chen Bao'er, her story is not more beautiful than this story.

The story of the bad guy is always extraordinarily exciting, because it must be a tragedy of a good guy turning into a bad guy.

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