We stopped the woodcutters. Then he asked him who was walking around Dasheng Village with Chai He on his back.

At the beginning, the firewood bearer did not admit it, and wanted to deny it. But how could this little trick be hidden from me and Wushuang? The two of us scared him twice. He said everything.

It turned out that this kid was a sheep herder. Every day, I drove the sheep to go out early and return late, and by the way, I picked up some firewood and carried it back. In the beginning, I burned it myself, and I sold it when I picked it up. Later, he simply brought tools and chopped wood back to sell. For a time, the days passed thrivingly.

It's not backward, but that doesn't stop some old men and ladies from liking backward lifestyles.

A few days ago, the sheep that carried the firewood had a problem and began to die one after another. These sheep are his greatest possession. He took the sick sheep to the veterinarian, however, found nothing.

He was so worried that he couldn't eat or sleep. In a blur, he heard an old man saying to him: "You herd sheep and graze grass every day, and use a knife to chop wood. As everyone knows, this grass is the hair of the mountain, and the tree is the bone of the mountain. You have offended the mountain gods. So give you a little punishment. ”

When the man carrying the firewood heard this, he was immediately frightened and lost his soul - he turned around, bowed his head down, and begged for mercy again and again.

At this time, he saw a fairy with a smile on his face, and this immortal probably flashed. The fairy smiled and said, "As long as you can reform your ways, I will give you a chance." ”

The man carrying the firewood hurriedly asked the mountain god: "I have reformed, I have reformed." ”

The mountain god thought for a while and said, "Whether you have reformed or not, I want to see your performance, if you really change it, I will naturally withdraw your punishment." ”

The man who carried the firewood thanked him for his kindness, and then pleaded: "Those sheep are ignorant and ignorant. They were driven by me to graze in the mountains. I've made mistakes, please don't punish them. ”

That's a clever way to say. On the surface, it means that one person does things and one person is responsible for others, and his inner purpose is to thin his own property.

The mountain god was silent for a while, and then said, "All things are mutually reinforcing, and it is a matter of course for your sheep to eat the grass on the mountain. It's just that there are too many of them. If this continues, I am afraid that within a few years, Qingshan will become a bald mountain. From now on, you must not raise more than the number of sheep today, and in the future, you only need to collect firewood, not chop firewood. The mountain god thought for a moment and said, "As for the sheep that are already sick." So, tomorrow you go to the mountains to find the largest peach tree. Take the root of the tree due east, bring back two pieces, and decoction them in boiling water. After three times, they were naturally fine. ”

When he said this, he stopped, and then tentatively said to us, "No." ”

Wushuang asked with a look of disbelief: "It's gone?" Are you sure it's gone? ”

The man who carried the firewood thought for a while and said, "It's really gone." The next day I went to the mountains, and sure enough, I dug up the roots of the peach tree. After my sheep drank it, they looked much better. However, when I dug again, someone always stopped me on the way and asked for my roots. So today I deliberately waited until it was almost dark to come back. ”

Wushuang looked at me and said with a solemn expression: "There is a problem here, are these two immortals the same?" ”

I shook my head: "How can there be so many immortals in this world?" These villagers don't understand, and when they see mountain spirits and ghosts, they think they are immortals. ”

I asked the man who carried the chai, "Did you see the gods with your own eyes?" ”

The man on the back of the firewood scratched his head and said, "Not with my own eyes." He was a dream for me. ”

Wushuang analyzed on the side: "I think this matter was made by that immortal." Deliberately let the villagers get sick, deliberately tell them how to cure the disease, and then deliberately let the woodcutter wander around the world with medicine. ”

I nodded: "I also think there is something wrong with this immortal." But what exactly is his purpose? Isn't he tired of tossing such a big circle? ”

Wushuang thought for a while and said: "If he is really a mountain god, I guess, he must think that the incense on the mountain is not vigorous, and wants to establish his prestige through this matter, so that the villagers can build a temple and offer him incense." ”

I scratched my head: "It's possible, but it'......"

Before I finished my words, a sharp voice came from behind me: "You two children, why are you still playing here?" Crooked neck swallowed. ”

When I heard this, I was shocked. I turned my head and saw the sister-in-law I had seen before, standing staring at me and Wushuang.

I asked my sister-in-law, "What's wrong?" Crooked neck choked? What do you mean? ”

The sister-in-law waved her hand and shouted arrogantly: "What do you mean? Isn't that understandable? Rolled his eyes and died. Oops, bring that fake monk back to life crying. You two don't hurry back and have a look. ”

As soon as I heard this, I panicked and greeted Wushuang: "Let's go, let's go quickly." ”

Before Wushuang left, he grabbed the arm of the man carrying the firewood: "People died after taking your medicine, don't go." You've got to come along. ”

The people who carried the firewood trembled and shouted wrongs along the way.

We had taken two steps when we suddenly heard mournful music, followed by cries and shouts. The flesh on my face jumped, and I sighed in my heart: "Really dead?" ”

However, I looked at the courtyard where the mourning music floated out: "This is not the abbot's house, isn't this the filial son's house just now?" ”

As if to confirm my doubts, a few minutes later, I saw the filial son in a white coat and white trousers, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, hanging a pair of spirit flags in front of the door.

I stepped forward and asked, "Big brother, where is your family?" ”

Xiaozi sighed and said with a depressed face: "The old man is still leaving, hey." ”

Wushuang and I dragged the woodcutter to my cousin's house, and along the way, we met three or four dead people. Everything is unusual. I began to feel that the purpose of that mountain god was a bit vicious, and he was definitely not for incense.

By the time we arrived at the abbot's house. He was sitting in the courtyard, in a daze. There were a few people standing around, busy inside and out, helping the crooked-necked cousin to handle the aftermath.

When the abbot saw me and Wushuang coming back, it was as if he had a backbone. He got up from his stool and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you can hook souls." Keep my cousin's soul alive. ”

Wushuang looked at it in the courtyard: "It's useless. There is no soul here at all. ”

I couldn't help but be speechless: "It's so fast, as soon as a person dies, his soul is taken away." I feel that my cousin is really at the end of his life, and he seems to be waiting here. ”

Wushuang said: "There is also a possibility that his soul was taken away by something≤ and these people died at the same time, which is unusual. ”

The abbot listened nervously to the discussion between the two of us, and then he asked with some concern, "How is it?" Can people be saved? ”

Wushuang comforted him: "Don't worry, as long as my cousin is not gone, I have a way to get him back." ”

When the abbot heard this, his face gradually recovered. It was only then that he saw the man standing next to him.

The abbot suddenly became furious, stepped forward, and grabbed the collar of the man carrying the firewood: "It's all you, it's all your medicine that has a problem, and you have eaten my cousin to death." ”

The man on the back of the firewood was so frightened that he struggled twice, tearing his clothes, and then fled violently.

As soon as he ran to the door, he heard the voice of the sister-in-law coming from the street: "It's at the crooked neck." That kid is definitely not a good man, he gives you poison. ”

The sister-in-law brought in more than a dozen people. These people, without exception, are all members of the family who have just died.

The man who carried the firewood retreated in despair. Looks like I'm already going to cry.

People who have lost loved ones are not rational. They soon formed a circle and trapped the bearer in the rightful place. I don't know who shouted first. The fist rained down.

The man carrying the firewood squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, and screamed miserably: "I didn't do it, it was the gods who asked me to find the roots." It's a fairy ......"

Wushuang and I pulled the enraged crowd apart. Laboriously explained: "Let's hear what he has to say first. ”

The man who carried the firewood told the events of the past two days in detail. The villagers all looked incredulous: "What nonsense? Did the gods give you a dream? Who are you fooling? ”

Wushuang turned around and asked the villagers, "Where did you get the news that the roots of the firewood bearers can cure diseases?" Isn't it also a dream of the gods? ”