Lao Bai surrounded the corpse of the little tiger on the ground and turned around several times, but he didn't dare to reach out and touch it.

I was afraid that he would not be able to see clearly, so I lifted the body up and let him take a closer look at it in all directions.

Lao Bai looked at it for a while and said: "It's not a wild cat, it's not a lynx, it's a bit like a little tiger cub, and there is no king in the head, is it the legendary Shan Biao?" ”

I asked Lao Bai, what is Shan Biao.

Lao Bai said that only the kind of little tiger cub abandoned by the tigress is called Shan Biao.

I was a little puzzled, saying that since it was a tiger cub born to a tiger, why didn't there be a king in the brain.

Lao Bai said that it is not as simple as you think, this is a long story, but even if this thing dies, it can't be offended, you hurry up and bury it under the big tree, and then I'll tell you again.

I said in my heart that I am not afraid of this mountain biao, I am not afraid of life, and I am even more afraid of death.

But after all, in order to let Lao Bai tell me the answer with peace of mind, I didn't say it, so I dug a big pit under the old ginkgo tree in the yard and buried Shan Biao.

Lao Bai knelt in front of the ginkgo tree in a regular manner and kowtowed to Shan Biao twice.

Then Lao Bai sat with me in the shade of the tree, drinking water and telling me the story of Shan Biao.

It turns out that on several hills of Paohuling, there were tigers in ancient times.

Like tigers in other places, feeding tiger cubs, the male tiger running Tiger Ridge is not to ask, and the responsibility falls on the shoulders of the tigress.

If a tigress gives birth to more than one litter, it will be very difficult to feed all the tiger cubs.

When the tiger cub's appetite is big and the tigress's prey is not enough to feed the tiger cub, the tigress will pick the thinner tiger cub in this litter, take it to a place far away from the tiger's nest with her mouth, and abandon it.

The abandoned tiger cubs either starved to death or were eaten by other adult beasts.

Among them, if there are lucky ones, who drink dew and eat insects every day, and survive with hunger and hunger, it is possible to cultivate into a mountain.

Listening to Lao Bai talk about this, I felt a little sorry for this Shanbiao, and said in my heart that if I was given another chance, maybe I would save his life.

After all, this mountain biao, like me, was abandoned by his parents.

Lao Bai continued to talk about it, saying that as for how to cultivate into a mountain biao, he didn't know this.

Anyway, after cultivating into Shan Biao, the king character on the top of his head will slowly disappear, and Shan Biao is very small, and it can't grow as big as a tiger.

If he wants to grow to the size of a tiger, Shan Biao must continue to cultivate and go to the next level.

Lao Bai said this, after drinking a glass of water, let me pour him another glass, I listened to it, and said that you should tell me quickly, after Shan Biao went up a level, what is it.

"Over the Yellow ......"

When I heard these three words, I immediately ran to pour Lao Bai a full glass of water, and brought him a big bag of grandpa's good tea.

Watching Lao Bai suck and drink water, I was extremely excited.

Although my grandfather never said anything about the weirdness in me, he still couldn't help it and left a mystery in my name.

The night before yesterday, the girl in the overalls joked with me, saying that I was a mountain yellow, but I didn't expect that I couldn't find the answer, and it was broken by an immature girl.

The secret of the mountain is my secret.

Lao Bai was drinking water, so I couldn't wait to ask him: "Uncle Bai, can you tell me what it looks like to go over the mountain?" ”

As a result, Lao Bai shook his head and said that when my ancestor was a hunter, he had seen Shan Biao with his own eyes, and as for Guo Shan Huang, no one had seen it, but I heard that this Running Tiger Ridge was made of the body of a Guo Shan Huang.

I was a little disappointed, but it was rewarding.

At present, it is at least known that only abandoned tiger cubs can cultivate into Shan Biao, and then go further, they can cultivate into Shan Huang.

Am I just a mountain yellow, reincarnated?

And the boss of the Eight Immortals is Guo Shanhuang? No wonder the nun said that the boss of the Eight Immortals of the Earth can be regarded as half a righteous god, much more advanced than the other Seven Immortals.

Before, I couldn't figure out how to count half a righteous god, but now I do.

The other Seven Immortals are all directly cultivated by animals, only Guo Shan Huang, not to mention going through more tribulations, but also going through the stage of Shan Biao, the difficulty of cultivation is indeed much greater than that of the other Seven Immortals.

Lao Bai told me again that hundreds of years ago, there was a mountain biao in Paohuling.

Every time the mountain biao is hungry, it will find the cow's house, as long as it nods to which cow outside the cattle pen, the cow will follow it in despair, and the owner can't pull it.

As soon as the cattle reached the mountains, they were eaten only to their bones.

Hearing Lao Bai say this, I am even more sure that this little tiger is a mountain biao.

However, there is one thing that Lao Bai said wrongly, Shan Biao does not eat meat from other places, only eats fresh heart.

Lao Bai also said that up and down the mountain, whether it is a fox fairy or Huang Daxian, even if the snake demon with a long crown on his head is not the opponent of Shan Biao, and he can only be eaten when he meets it, except for the pet mountain spirit of the mountain god, he has lost his hair on his feet, and his little face is whitewashed by the mountain god again, so he can compete with Shan Biao.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh.

I used to think that the mountain spirit was harmed by me and could not absorb the spirit of living creatures, but I killed the mountain spirit and made the mountain spirit drink the brain of the mountain spirit, and the mountain spirit's little face was whitewashed.

Lao Bai told me again that after the mountain biao was discovered, there were many fortune tellers, feng shui gentlemen, monks and Taoist priests near Paohuling.

As a result, dozens of people joined forces and searched for a long time in the running tiger ridge, but they didn't catch Shan Biao, not to mention, and more than half of the people died.

Lao Bai's mouth flew as he spoke, and while speaking, he gestured with his hands.

I was also fascinated by what I heard, but I didn't expect Xiaotong's mother, carrying a bag, to walk in quietly without knocking on the door.

"Don't tell your children about blowing out the lamp, why haven't I heard the elders in the family talk about the mountain." Xiaotong's mother couldn't help listening to it, and suddenly interjected, interrupting Lao Bai.

Lao Bai and I came back to our senses and found her.

"You girl, what do you know, it's only been a few generations since your family moved to Running Tiger Ridge, and it's only been a hundred years since you were full, you must know that our old Bai family has settled in Running Tiger Ridge for dozens of generations."

Xiaotong's mother heard Lao Bai say this, snorted, and said that if she has settled for dozens of generations, she is qualified to brag, and what is Shanbiao that does not exist?

Lao Bai's tofu is praised by others, but only Xiaotong's mother goes to buy it again and again, and she says it is unpalatable every time.

In order to do business, Lao Bai endured it every time.

This time, Xiaotong's mother said that he was bragging, it was no longer a business matter, Lao Bai wanted to save face, and he hurriedly picked up the shovel and dug out the mountain biao I had just buried.

Unexpectedly, the dug out Shan Biao's originally cracked head was closed again.

The rotten flesh on his body has also grown, and now his coat is as good as new.

I was taken aback, fearing that Shan Biao would suddenly be resurrected, in that case, with Shan Biao's divine power, it is estimated that we can tear down our entire village, plus half of the old street.

But Lao Bai said that it was okay, as soon as Shan Biao died, there was no possibility of resurrection, it became the way it is now, because its soul had long since left, and the soul of Shan Biao would be restored to the way it was before it was born.

After Xiaotong's mother saw it, Lao Bai hurriedly buried Shan Biao again.

After burying it, Lao Bai kowtowed a few more times, and his mouth chattered again.

"Just now I was angry with others, and I offended Shan Biao's body in a moment of confusion, Lord Mountain God, you have a lot of old people, and if there is any retribution, it will all be put on this woman, don't blame me."

Xiaotong's mother was so angry that she stomped her feet and scolded: "Lao Bai, you old bastard, you only ask for retribution, if you don't retribution, how can your family's grinding plate be dropped by wild ghosts." ”

When Lao Bai heard this, he didn't scold Xiaotong's mother, but just smiled at me, saying that it was a pity, my high-quality bluestone grinding plate was broken with several marks.

Then Lao Bai said goodbye and left.

It seems that I can't hide the matter of Shan Biao, and I am afraid that the mountain spirit will suddenly wake up and run to the yard to find me, so I want to send Xiaotong's mother away as soon as possible.

"Auntie, you busy man, patronizing my small courtyard, what's the matter?"

Xiaotong's mother smiled, took out an axe from her bag and handed it to me.

It was the night before yesterday, the girl in the overalls, who borrowed the axe from me.