"Boom!" Don't wait for everyone to come back to their senses from the surprise.

Where they were, they began to shake violently, and large and small stones kept falling, and stones of different rules seemed to take their lives, and they all struck at the deadly place.

"Let's go!" Yeyu looked at the shadow of the cow hidden behind the rocks, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood."

"Shi Jing, if you don't show up again, we will divide up these treasures."

"It's coming, it's coming!"

A huge mountain of stone brought everyone into it, and a figure that crossed the afterimage disappeared at the entrance of the cave, and a faint voice came: "Don't touch the treasures of my mountain, I will meet you then."

When the words fell, they only felt a shaking, and the stones kept hitting the moving stone mountain, accompanied by a loud noise, and everyone couldn't help shaking.

As the rocky mountain moved, the sound of the crash became less and less pronounced, slowly replaced by the sound of the howling wind and the sound of stones rolling down.

"Boom..."

After the stone mountain fell to the ground and disappeared, and the discomfort caused by the short-lived light faded, they found that it was the foot of the snow-capped mountain.

At this time, there is still a spectacular scenery in the snow-capped mountains, only snow is left with stones of different sizes, rolling down from the top of the mountain continuously.

The few villagers at the foot of the mountain, under this sudden change, are running towards the only dirt road leading to the outside of the village.

And in front of the dirt road, there was a figure dozens of meters high who was spreading his arms widely, gritting his teeth to endure the impact of the stones that smashed into her body.

"The god of the mountains." Ye Yu exclaimed in surprise and was about to step forward, but his wrist was tightly held by Xun Wei.

"Don't go!" Facing her puzzled expression, Xun Wei held her hand tighter: "This is her mission."

Seeing the last villager disappear at the other end of the dirt road, the mountain god softened and let the stones carry the snow to drown her.

The moment she fell to the ground, even the mountain stopped***, except for the bare slope with jagged stones inside, as if nothing had happened.

"Holy Relic!" Zou Shuang exclaimed.

I saw a lotus flower the size of a palm, which fused white jade and glass, was floating on the stones like a mound of graves at this time, the white light was flourishing, and a burst of lotus fragrance seemed to be absent, wafting in the air, driving away the unpleasant smell of mud in the air.

"Uhhhh

"The secretary of the clan has recorded that holy relics can heal all things, and it is true." Zou Shuang stared at the scene in front of him and muttered to himself.

"Doll?" Bai Mo frowned, and grabbed the doll that he was about to walk out of his bag with two fingers.

The doll didn't give him a response, just struggled to get out of his grasp, something that never happened.

"Doll!" Bai Mo drove himself to connect with it, trying to regain its consciousness, but to no avail.

"Bai Mo, let go!" Zou Shuang came back to his senses and spoke: "The soul that lives inside has been summoned by the holy relics, which is a good thing."

Hearing this, Bai Mo let go of his hand.

The doll is like an arrow off the string, impatiently running towards the lotus, side by side with the mountain god, feeling the shining holy light on the body.

After a while, the mountain god's body became more and more condensed, she slowly opened her eyes, looked around in surprise, and broke away from the shroud of the lotus. ….

At this time, she felt that her heart, which had always been empty, seemed to have a beating heart at this time, and with the flow of blood, she knew everything about the mountain.

She could even hear the whispers of animals in the back of the mountains, successfully dodging the avalanche and mudslide, and the desperate survival animals.

It's as if Lianshan is her body. And everything on the mountain is like a part of her body.

Her eyes widened and she asked, "Me?"

The faint but exceptionally clear sound of "hiss" made everyone hold their breath. In the ugly doll under the white light, a graceful figure flickered, detaching from the doll little by little.

"Bang..."

In the old house, in the white ink room, the ever-bright lamp shattered without warning.

"Mother?" Bai Mo clenched his hands into fists and stared at the scene in front of him tightly, with a glittering water in his eyes.

"Boom!" The doll fell, and the holy relic spun around in the air, not finding anything it was interested in, and disappeared into Zou Shuang's body, as abrupt as it was when it appeared.

"Mo'er!" The woman floating in the air was stunned for a moment, lowered her head, looked at Bai Mo lovingly, and called softly: "Mo'er, long time no see, are you okay?"

Without waiting for Bai Mo to withdraw from the thread, the woman looked in the direction of Ye Yu again: "Finally, let me see you, there are no regrets."

"Mother." Bai Mo trotted two steps, standing firmly under the woman, as if excitement was about to overflow from his eyes, turning into a little bit of water, and he couldn't fall: "Is it really you?"

"Mo'er, it's me." The woman fell to the ground, and her slender hand was lightly raised, landing on Bai Mo's cheek.

The cold touch, the tears of the white ink fell instantly, and the next moment, like a child who had been lost for a day, finally saw his mother, threw himself into the woman's arms, hugged her tightly, and kept murmuring in his mouth: "Mother, mother, mother..."

"The secretary of the clan recorded that the holy relics are pure, and they have the ability to perceive the purity of the soul and repair it on their own initiative, which turned out to be true." Zou Shuang looked at the two mothers and sons hugging each other in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh: "It is rumored that the holy relic is the Buddha sitting on the lotus, which seems to be true."

The rolling dust faded, and the two people who hugged each other sat on their knees, and the scene was very warm.

"Someone's coming!" The mountain god stood up, his eyes burning at the blocked road down the mountain, it was the villagers under the mountain who had returned.

"Village chief, I saw it, I really saw it, the stone lump enshrined on the mountain, she saved us."

"Yes, village chief, I saw it too."

The crowd interjected, piecing together the astonishing scene of a thousand moments, to form a touching story of the mountain god protecting the common people.

"I know." The village chief looked up at the ruins of how tall the three of them were, took a puff of dry tobacco, and spat out a large smoke ring: "Otherwise, I won't bring you back."

"Let's go." The village chief turned his head and walked the way.

"Village Chief, the mountain god... That's..."

"Alas," the village chief sighed, "When the way up the mountain is opened, let's go up and look for it, and hope it's still there."

After everyone heard this, the blood in their hearts was splashed down by a basin of cold water, and there was no heat at all.

This is a major event of an avalanche in Lianshan, and the mountain gods who have been unworshiped all year round must have spent all their divine power to protect them this time, and I'm afraid it's no longer there.

The girl with her ears straight up to catch all the conversations in her ears, her eyes shining brighter than ever.

There is nothing more exciting than having the approval of the people she guards, and if it weren't for the rules that have been handed down, she would have told them directly: she is still alive and will continue to protect them.

It's just a tanuki