Houtian (I)

I'm Houtian, in fact, I don't have a surname, I don't have a surname at all.

Not many people would call me that by this name, except for people in the Witch God Cult and my father who called me, Houtian. The others just called me the soothsayer, but White Shell was the first pure human to call me by my name, so I considered him my friend.

This name was given to me by my mother, and she didn't say what it meant to me, maybe she said it, but I forgot. Because her face has blurred in my memory, when I walk down the street and see a woman who is similar to my mother, I think that she may be my mother. Maybe I inherited my mother's looks. I thought that no matter how I dressed, my hairstyle, how inappropriate my dress was, no one would say anything, even if it was malicious. When you look at my face, you can easily describe my appearance, light eyebrows, big eyes, small lips, and no other features. But when we see each other in a day, you won't remember who I am, and I have no sense of existence, so I only wear a black robe, which is embroidered with the five elements of gossip, mountains, rivers and stars. Because there is no third person who can understand these in the Yiyun Country.

Since birth, I have been doomed to loneliness. When I was a child, I left my father and followed my mother to Liuxian Mountain, and I didn't feel sad about it, because I didn't know that I had another father. Gradually, I learned to speak, crawling left and right, stumbling forward and backward, and finally I became the fastest person in the whole Liuxian Mountain. Because the people inside always behave so calmly and do things unhurriedly.

They also spoke softly, and ordinary people couldn't hear what they were talking about, but the other party could actually understand and nod in response to what the speaker wanted to express.

There were a few kids my age who were messing around with me on the mountain. They were originally mountain people. I only found out when I was ten years old, because when I was ten years old, I had to go down the mountain and live with my father, and they could stay on the mountain forever. I don't envy them because I was the same as when I was younger. It's only when I grow up that I know the gap between me and them, I am a passer-by of Liuxian Mountain, and they are the future of Liuxian Mountain.

The sky there is so blue that there is not a trace of clouds, and the night also has a unique charm, the bright moon is like a lantern in the sky, illuminating Liuxian Mountain in another way with ten thousand silver filaments, the starry sky seems so low, as if you will catch them when you stretch out your hand. Actually, I like Liuxian Mountain. The scenery there is beautiful and the people are kind. Ever since I was able to walk and run, my mother was relieved to let me run around. Because she drew an incomprehensible symbol on my heart, my mother would know wherever I ran. Liuxian Mountain is very big, and the place where I can have fun is also very big. Except for the palace of the witch sect leader and the forbidden land of Liuxian Mountain, you can go to other places. Although it was not a flat ride, it was my specialty and nature to climb high and low at that time. Occasionally, I could see worshippers picking yams on the mountain wall, stepping on the clouds and floating in the air by riding the wind, but I was not stunned at the time, because everyone else on the mountain would be able to do this except for a naughty boy like me.

My mother also took me to the sky for a while, but she never flew out of Liuxian Mountain.

While playing in the woods, I spotted a litter of cubs, a litter of canine and tiger cubs, with a fluffy, snow-white body that had not yet grown, and the red and ink patterns of its parents. With big blazing eyes, thick fleshy palms, and a body as big as me, I stretched my waist lazily and slept lazily.

Four tiger cubs huddled tightly together and slept in. How I wish I had one. Watching some cultists ride some wild beasts and keep some six-eared macaques and white-mouthed starling-like pets, my heart is hungry. I want to take them home, even one. They were very large but not yet developed, they were only cubs, and I had the audacity to wake one up, and it looked at me cutely, and sniffed it on me, as if it had decided to go with me. Reluctantly standing up, I wanted to take a step back, and it stepped forward. Slowly, slowly, when I was about to lead it to the mountain path, suddenly a huge figure appeared behind me, blocking the sunlight that should be shining on me, and my back was cold. The cub canine tiger squatted on the ground, sticking out its pink tongue and wagging its cute little tail. It's so cute, but I don't have time to appreciate it, because I feel like its parents are back.

When I looked back little by little with my stunned head and stiff neck, I saw an eight-foot-tall colorful dog and tiger, with its neck hair standing up like a demonstration, and a whining sound in its nose, if it weren't for the fact that it was now holding a goat in its mouth, I might not have had time to observe its every move. It bowed down with a big head, big palms and big eyes, and looked at me viciously, and in his eyes I saw myself: my feet were swinging, my face was weeping, my feet and body were still not moving, and I turned to the tiger like my head and neck, and if the tiger could know what it meant to kneel, I would have knelt at that time.

I don't know if it's a hara that flows for me, I can wet my pants, I closed my eyes, only to be frightened, and when I finished, I still stood in place, but nothing happened after a long while. By the time I struggled and opened the curtain of death, I was back with my mother, my body still the same as before: my feet were swinging, my face was weeping, my feet and body were still not moving, and I was turning towards the tiger like my head and neck. It's just that now it's for my mom.

Could it be my dream, or my fantasy, but how to explain this stiff movement and wet pants.

When my mother saw me, she put down the green book in her hand, and shook her head amusedly, "Hurry up, go back to the room and change your pants by yourself." ”

"Mother, it's not my pee. I grunted and went back to my room. But I was crazy in my heart, because I was about to turn into a dog and a tiger's stool. When I learned the spell art in Liuxian Mountain, I realized that it was the spell that my mother drew on my chest, and I was teleported to my mother's side during the crisis. It is a spell drawn with the blood of his mother's fingers, which can sense the seven emotions and six desires of a person, and fear and fright are of course also seven emotions! This is based on the legend that the frog gave birth to a child. After the mother and child are separated, they will come back together, and people will smear the blood of the mother and child on the money, and the money that smears the mother's blood will definitely fly back to find the money that smeared the child's blood.

Since then, I have rarely frolicked in the mountains, not because I was frightened, but because I was five years old and had to go to the Witch God Sect Master to learn the practice. It was the next five years of practice that changed my life.

After my mother gave birth to me, she became a saint, and there was more than one saint of the witch god cult, and other saints were also like my mother, who were first married to the diviners of various countries, and after giving birth to a son, she returned to Liuxian Mountain with her son to take over the position of the next saint. In this way, one of the last saints was my grandmother, my father's mother. And I haven't seen her.

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