Since the removal of the leader of the mountain king, strange things have continued to occur around Zhiqi Mountain, not only tigers and leopards are rampant, but the originally docile and pure cotton deer and hares have also changed their sex, do not eat the grass and dew in the mountains, but run down the mountain to bite those captive livestock, and even the big yellow dog used to guard the door in the yamen was pecked to death by the birds and birds on the mountain. After more than ten days of not getting a drop of water, the beasts on the mountain became more and more ferocious, and began to harass the surrounding villages in groups. Looking at the situation, he had to resort to one last method: to fight with his life.

That night, Nazhao carried his disciples up to Zhiqi Mountain again, and sat under the old tree where the big insect killed and spared his life, wanting to kill himself, as long as he could save the livelihood of the people on this side, he felt that he was worthy of death, and it was worth it. Who let himself be cheap and shot the mountain god to death?

In the second half of the night, the wind blew up. Seeing that the mountains were full of spiritual light, and knowing that this was the beast that wanted to avenge their king, he simply took off the robe on his body, folded it neatly, and set it aside, just begging his own dirty blood not to stain the Buddha's treasure clothes. Sure enough, after a while, a fierce tiger burst out of the forest, roaring and jumping around Nazhao. The old monk was so frightened that he quickly took out the Buddhist beads and read the Buddhist scriptures aloud. For some reason, the fierce tiger did not take his life, but kept yelling at him, wandering left and right, refusing to leave, and so on all night, and when the sky was getting white, the tiger did not come forward to take his life, but disappeared. The old monk was very persevering, and felt that this was a test of God, and the more the tiger did not speak, the more he had to persevere. It was another night, and the fierce tiger arrived as scheduled, but it still didn't hurt him in the slightest. The old monk was very depressed, and he sacrificed himself to die for the tiger, but the tiger did not speak. In this way, for three days, the photo finally saw a little strange.

After careful observation of Nazhao, he found that although the tiger was fierce, it did not hurt anyone, and it went to the time every night, and its range of activity was only about half a foot around the robe, and he never took half a step. Seeing that it looked impatient, and kept slapping the ground with the tiger's palm, could it be that this tiger didn't come to ask for his life, but what was there to hide?

The light mustered up the courage to try to stand up, and as soon as he moved, the tiger seemed to be frightened, and kept running and jumping around him, as if trying to stop him from moving forward, and the roar became more desolate and gloomy. But it didn't work, Nazhao knew that it was pretending to be majestic, trying to scare himself away. The more fierce the tiger is, the more it means that it is afraid of something. Nazhao lifted his robe and squatted down to check, only to feel a chill rushing towards him, and there seemed to be something hidden under the ground. He dug it up, and when he was two feet deep in the ground, he suddenly saw an amber glass the size of a bull's eye shining in the night.

It turned out that the tiger was a demon turned into an evil ghost by the leader of the mountain and forest who was irradiated to death that day, and when it died, its scalp was close to the ground, and the word "king" on its forehead was in the ground, and the tiger's power was completely lost. It was unwilling to die after death, so it turned into an evil ghost and haunted it every night, and now seeing that its tiger power was dug up, it could no longer covet mortal dust, and a long roar disappeared without a trace. And the amber-like bead dug up by Master Zhao is called "Huwei", which is a very rare treasure that can get rid of all evils.

After quelling the rebellion of the beasts, this "tiger might" naturally became the treasure of the temple of Zhiqi Temple. Later, the Manchurians entered the customs, and the world became the world of the pigtail army, and the officials who changed the local guard heard that there was such a treasure, so they snatched it and offered it to the palace as a tribute. This tiger power accompanied the Qing Dynasty royal family through the rise and fall, and finally became the funeral goods of the Empress Dowager Cixi and was brought into the Putuo Yuding Dongling.

Speaking of this, Old Man Sang seemed to remember something, put down the tea cup that had already been cold in his hand, and instructed the bamboo pole to say that it was not too early for him to prepare some tea fruits to greet the guests. As soon as I saw the time, it was already midnight, and it was time for the blind cat to eat supper, so I got up and wanted to leave. Old man Sang didn't follow, and the old man's chatter was not over, and he was willing to let him go until I heard the story completely.

I remembered that my luggage was still in Zhao Toad's shop, so I said to Mr. Sang, "I'm really sorry." You see I'm not a local either, this trip to Nanjing is just passing by, the morning train ticket, it's time to leave in a while. I'm still leaving my luggage at a friend's house, so I'm afraid it's too late to pick it up. Otherwise, I'll visit in person next time when I visit Nanjing......"

"Hehehe, you little donkey cub want to go......" Old man Sang flicked his finger on the wooden table a few times, and smiled slyly, "I'm afraid it's not that easy." ”