The pangolin's injuries are not light, in addition to the heart, the liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are all damaged.

After this busy work, the sun completely set. After the injury was healed, Ximen Jing put it back into the woods, rubbed the rough scale armor, and told him to be careful after a few words.

The pangolin reluctantly turned back one step at a time, and due to the lack of vocabulary, it would not say anything else, but kept saying thank you.

Wu Cong couldn't hear what they were talking about, so he was stunned for a moment, and said from the side: "When did you study veterinarians!"

Ximen Jing grinned and said, "I will also treat the plants in my family!"

It was not early, and they originally planned to return to the suburban warehouse, but they had to give up because it was difficult to walk in the mountains at night, and the two did not bring camping equipment, and planned to go to the small mountain village of Zhao's house to spend the night.

The small mountain village is still quiet and peaceful at night, and the snow brought by the avalanche has melted away. Only a deep ravine from the hillside to the outside of the village, and the large trees on both sides that have broken off in unison, and the jagged boulders, show that something has happened.

After entering the village, there was no secret post that should have existed, and the small courtyard wall had been built, and it could be seen from a distance, with the remaining two tiled houses and a pile of dilapidated house stubble.

The courtyard door was empty, the black lights inside were blind, Wu Cong shouted twice outside, and no one responded inside. Presumably, after the mountain road collapsed and repaired, the Zhao family also went out of the mountain, and there was an empty yard here.

The master was not there, and it was a little rude to break into the door, Ximen Jing and Wu Cong glanced at each other.

"Brother Wu, let's go to the broken temple, get some firewood and build a bonfire to make a campfire. ”

A roaring bonfire was lit, and the small temple was lit up by bright flames, and a fat hare was bubbling with oil on another bonfire that was about to burn out.

You can't see the open flame when you bake things, if it's like in film and television works, there are things on top of the smoke and fire, and you can't bake the inside when it's burned. Only by using the charcoal fire that is about to burn out, slowly simmering, so that it can be charred on the outside and tender on the inside.

The two of them built three bonfires in the main hall and the courtyard, and a lot of firewood was piled up next to them to be added at any time. Hungry and waiting for food, it was very boiling, with a gurgling stomach and sour water constantly rising in his mouth.

Ximen Jing really couldn't stand this torment, and said, "I'll go yo-yo, call me well!"

Wu Cong used a small brush made of pine bark to dip the dripping grease and then brush it on the rabbit meat, so as to prevent excessive dehydration of the meat and make the meat more mellow.

Ximen Jing was alone, walked out of the small temple, walked through the woods, and thought that he had a quarrel with the little hot girl in the woods not long ago, but at this time, things were wrong, and he couldn't help but feel empty in his heart.

Not far from the grove, on a small hill, a white stone is piled up with a handful of new soil, which is the grave of Dr. Li.

For Ximenjing, Dr. Li can be described as half a master, and he has no cultivation experience left by others, so he has to take a lot of detours. That big avalanche was fortunate that he blocked the front, otherwise he and the little hot girl would have been dead for a long time.

Ximen Jing stepped forward and put some dirt on the grave. In my heart, I silently mourn this self-sacrificing spiritual man. Silver Wing also flew out at this time, making three turns around the grave, as if also remembering the old master.

At that time, when Dr. Li dissipated, he also asked Ximen Jing to promise to accept an apprentice, change the pattern of the inheritance of the father and son of the spirit priest, and open up a new world for the spirit soldier, but Ximen Jing has no clue at all, and it is difficult to find an apprentice with the potential of a spirit to go to the sky.

One of the most difficult points is that at present, Ximenjing is unable to find out whether others have potential, so there is nowhere to look. It seems that this promise can only be delayed indefinitely. It's like promising those dead souls in the police station, but so far there is no clue.

Just when Ximen Jing's mind was in turmoil, the voice of Wu Cong telling him to eat came from afar.

The rabbit meat has been roasted, the wild rabbit meat is like a garlic braid, the strands are all lean meat, the fat is less lean meat, the meat is fragrant and rich, but the lack of condiment seasoning tastes like gnawing steamed buns.

Wu Cong complained: "If only there was a pot, there are sweet potatoes and taro in the ground, and boiled in a pot with rabbit meat, which is a hundred times stronger than dry roasting." ”

Rabbit meat itself tastes too light, and it tastes like what it is cooked with. This hare, which weighed more than ten pounds, was enough for the two of them to eat, and after a while, the two of them ate with a round belly, lying on the edge of the fire and chatting.

"I want Lao Huang, with him, this meal can be more than ten times more than ten times more tonight, is this product addicted to serving confinement, I don't see a figure all day long. Wu Cong lay on the edge of the campfire, muttering with a sweet potato seedling in his mouth.

Ximen Jingmo rubbed the straight knife in his hand and said casually: "I'm afraid this month will not be able to wait." ”

Wu Cong's eyes lit up as soon as he turned over, and asked, "No, they are a lot of years apart!"

Ximen Jing shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's hard to say, Wang Ba looks at mung beans, no one can stop it, Brother Wu, you have been to this village before, do you know what gods are offered in the temple?"

Wu Cong took the sweet potato seedlings and lit them on the fire, smashed them in his mouth, like smoking, puffed out a puff of green smoke, and said: "I came here six years ago, but at that time this temple was already like this, and it seems that there has been no big change over the years, I haven't seen any gods or anything, but it doesn't look like a Buddhist temple, and it can't be a land temple, a mountain temple or something." ”

The flickering firelight shone on the altar, and Ximen Jing stepped forward and carefully touched the mural on it. Looking at the style of painting should not be far away, it is a bit like the style of the Yuan and Ming dynasties. The figures on the painting have peeled off badly, and you can only look at them roughly.

A man of great stature stood on a high place, as if calling for wind and rain, and as if praying for something. Countless animals of all kinds crawled under his feet, and the surrounding background was a forest.

Suddenly, Ximen Jing felt that this background was very familiar, and couldn't help blurting out: "Brother Wu, are you looking at the stone carving is Eagle Wing Mountain, the main peak of Liumang Mountain?"

Wu Cong took out a piece of burning wood from the bonfire, approached it, followed the firelight, took a closer look, and said: "Don't say it, it's really a bit like, the position where this person is standing should be near the big stone tablet!"

The stone carving is old, and there is no inscription, and no one can analyze what it means. Ximen Jing studied it, but he lost interest. Like last time, he sat cross-legged on the altar, absorbing the spiritual temperature and nourishing the six consciousness meridians, while relaxing his whole body to rest, and after a while, he fell asleep.