"It's time for the old man to sleep!"

On a windy night, a small village living at the foot of the mountain was still lit in the middle of the night in a house at the head of the village.

Warm lamps and candles shine through the small house, illuminating the wind and snow outside.

"Cough, cough!"

"It's really so old that you don't know how to take care of yourself, don't look at it, go to bed quickly!"

The old woman's muttering voice sounded in the small room.

After a while,

The light of the room dimmed,

All that was left was the pitch black night outside.

At this time, the old village chief was lying in bed, and he felt that he had been sleepy less and less lately, and often woke up in the middle of the night.

At this time, the old village chief, who still didn't have any sleep, listened to the voice of his wife next to him, and fell into a long thought.

He remembered the small village where he had lived with his wife all his life.

From naivety to old age.

Now that he is old, he is no longer qualified for the position of village chief, so this small mountain village will soon have its next village chief.

But the old village chief had some worries in his heart.

He is not optimistic about the people who will participate in the next village chief election, because his generation is different from the next generation after all.

At the beginning, it was in a remote mountain village in this forest.

Everyone supports and helps each other, and often when one party is in trouble, others will take the initiative to help, and sometimes even take out the only food left in their own homes to help others.

However, since the Li family firm cleared out all the bandits around it, it entered the remote mountain village with countless goods. Since then, the village has changed.

All the people no longer grow their produce, nor do they hunt anymore.

They went to the mountains and forests all day long to find those precious and rare medicinal materials, and then sold them to the Li family firm at a high price.

Gradually, the small village became more and more affluent.

These people who grew up in the forest began to compare, they would wear some silk clothes and walk in the forest, and even some of the young children in the village would wear some gold and silver locks on their bodies.

But they didn't know that these actions were deadly in the forest.

And with the gradual death of the older generation, none of the younger generation can master the skills of hunting, and they have lost a lot of their ability as hunters.

All they have is unlimited access to and sale of medicines.

Even the food they were eating now was specially purchased from the Li family merchant in Xilin City next to them.

It's the round and sweet steamed bun, and the flatbread with the pieces of meat.

Where have the old people who lived in the mountains and forests all their lives seen such a thing?

Unfortunately, people will die one day.

"Alas!"

With a faint sigh, the old man gradually fell asleep.

"You are quick to enter the mountain......"

The sleeping old man suddenly felt a faint sound in his ears recently, the sound was like thunder, listen carefully, but it was not clear.

The old man struggled to distinguish the sound that came to his ears.

However, the voice is gradually disappearing.

Finally the old man heard a word.

"Sycamore ......"

In a trance, the old man seemed to see a figure in his sleep.

The statue of the mountain god that he had seen countless times in the temple of the mountain.

In the dream, the old man hurriedly knelt on the ground reverently and shouted.

"Lord Yamagami! Lord Yamagami!"

On this night, not only the old village chief who lived at the entrance of the village had this strange dream, but in fact everyone in the whole village had the same dream.

It's just that compared to the old village chief's decaying soul in his twilight years, the other villagers are all vigorous and middle-aged.

They saw the man's face in their dreams.

A fierce-looking, tall man.

The golden light emanating from this man's body was like an immortal descending from the sky, and now he was entrusting his dream to the villagers of these distant mountain villages.

"Go into the mountain quickly, walk along the mountain road, and go under a plane tree......"

After saying these words, the man seemed to have fulfilled his mission, and he was detached from the dreams of all the villagers, without a trace.

For a moment, the villagers of Yuanshan Village, who dreamed of the man, woke up instantly, and they hurriedly put on their clothes and shoes, and then lit the lamps and candles on the table, constantly thinking about what the man said to them.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

In a family,

A woman was woken up by the sound of her husband getting up.

She saw that her man was actually wearing clothes and looking outside.

The woman rubbed her eyes and walked over to the man.

She looked out with the man.

But I saw heavy snow outside the window, and it was cold and windy at a glance.

The howling wind obscured everything between heaven and earth, as if it were the end of the world.

Hearing the footsteps of his wife,

The man said with some hesitation.

"I seem to have dreamed that our mountain god is the temple that our village used to worship, and the mountain god seems to have asked me to go to the mountain to find a plane tree, and under the plane tree, there seems to be something......

When the woman heard the man's words, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She poked her husband in the arm.

"I see you're just sleeping in a daze......"

"Think about it, how long has it been since no one has gone to burn incense and kowtow to the mountain temple in our distant mountain village, that is, the village chief will go to worship during the New Year's Festival, and I heard that the little girl in the red jacket has moved there recently, how can there be a god?"

"Okay, look at the wind and snow outside, who dares to go out at this time?"

"I think we'd better go to bed and come back tomorrow morning. ”

The man looked at the dark night outside, and also shrunk his shoulders, as if he felt the cold.

So the man nodded,

Then extinguish the candle in your hand.

After a while, the husband and wife fell asleep again,

This happened almost in the same way in the homes of other villagers.

They have become frightened by the wind and snow outside, and they are accustomed to comfort.

to this forest that nurtures them.

......

Above the village, a faintly glowing figure overlooked it all.

The figure was tall and had a fierce face.

It is the Lin River attached to the bamboo slips.

He saw that the people he was dreaming of got up one after another, and then after seeing the snowstorm outside, they went back to sleep one after another.

At this time, Lin Jianghe's heart was full of helplessness.

If Zhang Ming dies, I'm afraid Lin Jianghe will also fall into a deep sleep.

Perhaps tomorrow, the villagers will find a frozen corpse.

Perhaps the villagers will also find an emerald green bamboo stick from the corpse, and the villagers may throw it aside as an ordinary bamboo, or maybe the person will think that the bamboo stick looks good and take it home as an ornament.

Thinking of this, Lin Jianghe trembled, and his figure became more and more fluttering.