A thunderbolt knocked down the thousand-year-old camphor tree that several people couldn't hug, and all the branches, leaves and roots turned into flying ash, leaving only the thickest part of the tree body, about four meters long and about one meter in diameter, with a scorched black surface and black smoke.

The other two large camphor trees, which were only a few meters apart, were only shaken off some leaves and twigs, which can be described as unscathed, which is unbelievable.

The snake demon died, and his whole body was scorched and lying straight seven or eight meters away from the big camphor tree, with his head facing outward, obviously it wanted to escape, but it was suppressed by the power of the thunder and couldn't run.

I kicked it, and the snake's body immediately shattered into black debris, with only a small piece of its tail remaining. Master carefully picked it up, in fact, it can't be regarded as a tail, just a thorn on the tip of the snake demon's tail, yellow-brown, half a foot long, flattened, sharp, slightly curved overall, with very thin stripes.

Master put it in his pocket like a treasure, and I swept my eyes around, but I didn't see the weasel's corpse. Then I turned to the back of the tree, and saw the old madman sitting there in a daze, his torn cotton jacket was mostly shattered, and there were signs of burning, but he looked fine, and he was really a big guy.

"Have you seen a weasel?" I asked the old madman, and by this time I could already hear myself.

The old madman ignored me and still sat still, and the master came after me and said with a smile: "He is a madman, and it is useless to ask him." ”

The old madman suddenly rolled his eyes and said angrily: "You are crazy, your family is crazy!" ”

The master was stunned for a moment, and then smiled again: "Don't be like a madman!" ”

The old madman snorted: "Your wife is unkind, bullying the poor and the rich, and eloping with someone without thinking about the love of husband and wife, mother and son, isn't it crazy?" Isn't it crazy that your son doesn't learn and doesn't know how to do it, he is lawless, he robs and hurts people for a few dollars, and ends up in a cage and wastes his youth? Your daughter doesn't know filial piety, loves vanity, and doesn't even want her biological parents, is this crazy? You all think I'm crazy, but you're all crazy! ”

Master was dumbfounded, and I was also stunned, how could a person who could say such a thing be a madman?

The old madman's eyes were bright at this moment, he stood up, patted the dirt on his buttocks, and walked away if no one was around, but he walked in the direction of leaving the village. My master couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?" ”

"I'm going to go to the top of the fairy rock to cultivate, and in the future, you can call me a boiled stone Taoist, haha......" The old madman danced with his hands, hahadaxiao, dancing and singing at the same time, "The world knows that the gods are good, only the fame can't be forgotten, where will the ancient and modern be?" The mounds are gone; Everyone in the world knows that the gods are good, only gold and silver can't forget ......"

Master and I looked at each other and understood that the old madman was no longer crazy after being struck by lightning, but he couldn't face what he had experienced, so he decided to become a Taoist priest and continue to pretend to be crazy and stupid.

The old madman, no, let's call him the Cook Stone Daoist, it is said that when he was in trouble, his wife committed suicide by hanging the beam, the specific reason is unknown to outsiders, that era was too chaotic. He had a son, but he did not get his genius gene, he lost the opportunity to go to school after a few years of study, he was almost illiterate, and now he is in his thirties and has not married...... For the people who cook stone Daoists, there are not many things in the world to worry about, and it may be a good thing for him to become a Taoist priest.

I suddenly found that Master looked at the background of the Boiling Stone Daoist and shed tears, in fact, his life trajectory is very similar to that of the Boiling Stone Daoist, he is not crazy, but it is more painful than crazy, and this kind of pain cannot be truly experienced by my generation, only he and Boiling Stone can truly understand each other.

"I'll go to you for a drink in a few days!" Master said aloud.

The man didn't answer, he didn't look back, the master turned to the side, wiped away his tears, and when he turned his head to look at me, there was already a smile of relief on his face, and his eyes were a little ambiguous.

I had some hair on my back: "Master, what are you looking at me like this?" ”

The master said angrily, "Can't I look at the apprentice?" ”

"Well, of course." Actually, I understand the reason why Master laughs, maybe he has been a failure in his life, but now he has at least one hope, and that is me.

There was no weasel carcass nearby, but in fact Master and I had not seen it, and only speculated on its existence. Before the thunder came, its spirit body was on the old madman, and it should not have escaped, then its spirit body had been killed, and its body was completely lost even if it was alive, and it was almost the same as an ordinary weasel, and there was no threat.

Many villagers came, first shocked, then happy, and then grateful, thanking the sky for killing the monster and saving the villagers. When the lightning struck, many people in the vicinity were stunned, but they all woke up quickly, unharmed, and many of the people in the village who had gone crazy last night also woke up from the loud noise.

The strange thing is that the people standing next to him were unharmed, and the people who were killed were all treacherous and disobedient without exception, so people thought that the thunder and lightning were God's punishment for the great evildoers, and would not harm the innocent.

For this kind of legend, I didn't believe much before, if there is such a thing, all the big bad guys in Shijie are dead, what else do you need the law to do? But now I believe it, that lightning bolt is obviously aimed at the big camphor tree, the big camphor tree didn't dare to be too arrogant before, maybe it was also afraid of attracting thunder, which means that the limit of a certain criterion has been reached, and God will really send down divine punishment.

I believe that all those who have experienced this turmoil will greatly reduce the dark things in their hearts, and there are gods in their heads!

Everyone in the village who could walk around came to witness the miracle, except for a family that did not come. Sheng Yupo died, and at about the time when the snake demon appeared, Fan Qiang broke the rope and hacked her to death with a kitchen knife, and it is said that he had slashed countless knives, and his body was incomplete, and the whole room was covered in blood - just as Fan Qiang had sworn to drain the blood of the person who killed Ah Tong, but he was already unconscious when he did all this.

The old madman left, but then there was another little madman in the village, and my feud with the Fan family did not end there. Sheng Yupo's daughter worked in Shishi, and hurried back, there must be a mother and a daughter, this woman almost completely inherited Sheng Yupo's pungent, vicious, scoundrel, and self-centered temperament...... This is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

Speaking of the lightning strike site, people sighed and left, the family livestock died, all life was chaotic for a few days, and they had to go home and clean up. Master kept going around the scorched tree that had fallen to the ground, and I didn't go back, so I had to wait on the side until the people were almost gone, and only a dozen old people and children remained.

Master handed me the machete and said in a low voice, "The wood left over from the lightning strike is a good material for making magic weapons, you can cut it open and see if there is any uncharred place inside." ”

Only then did I know Master's intentions, and I took the machete and immediately began to chop. This section is the heart of the camphor tree, which was originally very hard, but now it has turned into black carbon, and it is easy to cut off. I scraped down about half a foot to reveal the charred wood, and instead of digging deeper, I cut off the completely carbonized area first.

Seeing that I was slow to fiddle alone, my grandmother ran to call my uncle for help, and my uncle used a broad-mouthed carpenter's axe to chop and progress much faster.

As the black carbon fell, the charred wood gradually revealed, and a small child in the crowd suddenly said, "Does it look like a person?" ”

I stepped back a little and looked closely, and sure enough, it was the shape of a human being, with the head, shoulders, one hand and legs already exposed, which was completely in line with the proportions of the human body, but the height reached about four meters. I was very shocked, when I came into contact with the big camphor tree before, I sensed the image of a giant more than once, and many people in the village also saw the "god man with a high roof", and now there is really a "person" in the trunk of the big tree, how can it not be surprising?

Maybe it was just that when the thunder fire scorched the camphor tree, it happened to burn out the shape of a human being, and in order to confirm this, I walked to the head of the "wooden man" and dug up a small piece of coke. With the peeling of black carbon, the soft outline of the human face gradually becomes clearer, with a nose and ears, and the appearance of eyes and lips can also be seen, this is a pretty good-looking male face, if all the black carbon is dug out, it will be clearer......

Master's voice sounded behind me: "Don't dig any more fine places, lest you be shocked, this charred wood is already crispy and useless, dig deeper and see." ”

Originally, I wanted to dig out the whole person clearly, as a piece of evidence to witness the supernatural, but after listening to Master's words, I thought that this matter was too suspicious and would cause too much of a sensation. If the matter is big, someone will definitely deal with it, and the things must be confiscated, so not only will I not get what I dig up, but I will also be in trouble.

I could only endure the pain of love, and I chopped off the giant's face in one fell slash. On the other hand, the master "bewitched the people", saying that there was still demonic energy in the tree, which would make people unlucky, so I had to cut it down, and there might be an accident if the demonic qi leaked out...... When he said this, his face was heavy, as if there was a big disaster, and he was so frightened that the old people who were watching the excitement ran away with their children, and several children were also scared away by my master.

The wood that formed the giant was harder than the material outside, so after being burned by the lightning fire, the outside was completely carbonized, the inside only turned burnt yellow, and the wheel gallery was clear and intact. But as Master said, the wood that formed the giant had become very crispy, and it collapsed when you cut it, and it had no effect.

I cut off half of the man's head, and the middle was also charred and crispy, and there was no solid wood, and now the only hope was the chest, because it was the largest and thickest, and there might be some residue.

I took the axe from my uncle's hand and slashed at the wooden man's chest, about the point of the heart, when the axe suddenly encountered something particularly hard, and my hand was numb. I pulled the debris apart and saw that some places underneath were orange-red, not burnt.

The master leaned over to look at it and was overjoyed: "This is here, dig it out!" ”

I quickly swung my axe to widen the hole, and then dug deeper, and the piece of wood inside was so hard that I didn't have to worry about breaking it, and I could cut it without any fear. After more than half an hour, the remaining piece of wood was basically exposed, slightly larger than the palm of the hand, quite like a human heart, orange-red in color, smooth on the surface, and as hard as jade.

The branches, roots and a thick layer of wood on the outside of the whole camphor tree have completely disappeared when the lightning strikes, and the remaining part is the heart of the tree, the wooden man is the heart of the tree, and the piece I dug up is the heart of the wood man, the third layer of the heart!