"Boom ......"

The top of the statue of the god in the temple was suddenly like ice cracking, full of cracks, and soon shattered into countless pieces, and even the wooden branches and thatched grass inside were broken one after another and scattered to the ground.

The temple was built by the villagers with funds, and it was also a building, Song You did not destroy it, but just summoned a big stone from the mountain, stopped at the door of the small temple, and with a wave of the bamboo cane, he cut a flat section on the stone, and then looked at the little girl who had just run out:

"Sanhua Niangniang, please write for me."

"Writing?"

Sanhua Niangniang was carrying a bulging bag, and the other hand was still holding the big red rooster, and when she heard this, she suddenly raised her head and looked at him in a daze.

"It's nothing else, it's really Sanhua Niangniang who has been practicing calligraphy for many years, and she has already attained some attainments in calligraphy, so I want to ask Sanhua Niangniang to write a paragraph on this stone for me, and tell the people."

"To the people?"

"It is to inform them that the mountain god has been removed."

"Okay!"

The little girl immediately took off the blanket and put it on the ground, and then went to the horse to get the pen, and then came over:

"Write what?"

"Just write ......" Song You paused, "The evil god has been removed, you can't worship it anymore, the livestock will be brought back by yourself, the rooster is the reward, the public is kind, I hope that in the future, I will continue to stick to my heart, and there will be a blessing." ”

"The Evil God Has Been Removed......

The little girl stood in front of the stone and wrote from top to bottom.

First, he raised his hands high, but also put his toes on his toes, then slowly wrote downward, and then slowly bent down, squatted down to write, until he stood up again.

Sanhua Niangniang's handwriting is still neat, maybe she has read too much, it was originally like Song You's pen style, but now it is a lot closer to the printed style, still lacking its own characteristics, and less spirituality.

"For Good......

Wait until the last word is written.

There was a bang.

A piece of stone dust suddenly fell on the stone, drifting away with the wind, startling Sanhua Niangniang, although she was squatting with a pen, she also took two steps back.

When she looked up at the stone again, every word she had written on it had been carved into the stone.

"Oh yes!"

"Let's write a few small letters on the back, too."

"Small print!"

"Let's just say that the government wants criminals, and they are also locals, who went to the mountain temple to hide the night before, and have been devoured by the evil gods, how to write it specifically, Sanhua Niangniang will decide it herself."

"Okay!"

The little girl then picked up her pen again and wrote down a string of small characters.

When the word is completed, the flying powder drops off the crumbs and goes deep into the stone.

"What kind of spell is this?"

"It's a small means."

"Cricket little tricks!"

Sanhua Niangniang squinted at him.

"Let's go." Song You took the rooster from her hand, hung it on the horse's back, and walked forward with a cane, "Previously, Sanhua Niangniang was hiding in the mountain temple, and she was not idle in the next place, so she went to the village to borrow a pot, and it happened that the old man gave us some swallow rice, and got a big chicken, and today I will eat a pot of firewood turkey and paste a cake." ”

"Where did I borrow the pot?"

"In the village under the mountain, there is an old man who is very talkative, and by the way, I asked him about this mountain god and nearby things." Song You said as he walked, "I bet a small amount of money on him." ”

"Where are we going to eat?"

"I first went to find a mountain spring to clean up the chickens, and then found a place with beautiful scenery and a wide field of vision, and cooked it slowly."

"I knew it!"

"Natural ......"

The moon has disappeared from the sky at some point, replaced by a white fish belly on the horizon, full of stars, and only one is left to enlighten.

The long night will be bright, the world is especially dark, a group of people along the path up the mountain, go farther and farther, leaving only an empty temple in the mountain, a stone tablet in front of the temple.

……

There are a lot of mountain springs between the mountains, you can often hear the sound of flowing water, I don't know whether it is the local villagers or the merchants who often pass by on this road, or the local government and township officials, many mountain springs are inserted with bamboo tubes and pieces to lead the water out, and they flow all night long, and people are very convenient to receive water and drink water.

Song You found a mountain spring a little farther away from the official road, boiled hot water, killed the chickens and cleaned them up, and after cutting them into pieces, he wrapped them in banana leaves and went to the top of a mountain.

I found firewood and took out the stove and put it on the pot.

The old farmer's swallow rice has not been harvested on the mountain for a long time has been dry, the Taoist wiped it off, used his own ordinary cooking small pot to fill it, covered the pot lid and shook it slightly, there was no movement, only heard the swallow rice grains in the pot swaying jingling, but the sound soon weakened and even disappeared, and when the lid was opened again, the swallow rice in it had already become white and yellow swallow rice noodles.

Add the white flour and knead it into a dough.

Only then did the Taoist light the fire and start frying the chicken.

The little girl wearing a three-color dress and carrying a blanket was sleepy-eyed, and she had to rub her eyes from time to time, but she still stood stubbornly next to the stove, staring at the movements of the Taoist.

Refuse to let go of any detail.

Song You cooked while lighting the fire, and said at the same time: "Sanhua Niangniang got rid of the demon last night, and she didn't sleep all night, so it's better to rest for a while, and when Sanhua Niangniang wakes up, this pot of chicken will already be good." ”

"Sanhua Niangniang is not sleepy!"

The little girl's voice was firm.

Highlight a thirst for knowledge, studiousness, and don't let go of any way to make rats delicious.

“……”

The Taoist was very helpless, but his movements did not stop.

At this time, the sky was bright, the wind was light and the clouds were light, neither hot nor cold, and it was a pleasant morning.

The villages below the mountain gradually woke up, the chickens and dogs barked, and the smoke of the cooking stove accumulated mist in the mountains, surrounding the mountains, like a jade belt.

The wilderness on the top of the mountain is also a place of fireworks in the world.

Seeing that the oil in the pot was hot, the chicken snorted and puffed out countless oil bubbles, and then the chicken quickly faded to blood and became golden, and the meat quality slowly shrank. In addition to the lack of bean paste, there are a lot of ginger, garlic, chili and spices like Song You, and when they are added to it one by one, they are already a rich aroma, and they are blown away by the mountain wind.

"Goo-dong!"

The little girl rubbed her eyes and swallowed again.

The little girl rubbed her eyes and swallowed again.

The Taoist mixed some water into it, took off the hat and covered it on the pot, which was the lid, and then he was not in a hurry, sat down and watched the clouds surround the green mountains, and waited for a long time before he unveiled the hat.

Then he put the tortillas on the pot, close to the chicken broth, and pasted six in total, then covered the hat again, and continued to sit next to it.

The little girl sat down beside him.

The top of this mountain is very small, no one cultivates the land, and it is overgrown with needle grass, which is the kind of weed that can grow a small clump, and each grass is like a hair, often growing on the top of the mountain or on the cliff wall, and the advantage of this grass is that it is slightly flattened, and it directly becomes a cushion that can be sat on.

The pot next to it gurgled and the heat continued to pass through the hat.

The aroma spreads.

The Taoist sat cross-legged and looked into the distance.

Sanhua Niangniang's eyes seemed to be unable to open, and she had to rub them from time to time, but she couldn't sleep, she had to learn to look into the distance like a Taoist, and she had to turn her head from time to time to look at the iron pot next to her, and when she was really sleepy, she got up and fed the oranges and pears that had been trampled on from the mountain temple to the horses to eat.

Time passes, leisurely and slowly.

The dew on the weeds at the top of the mountain slowly dried.

Before she knew it, the little girl had lowered her head, her eyes half-narrowed, as if she was thinking about life.

"That's it!"

Song You finally lifted the lid.

"Brush!"

The little girl instantly looked up and ran to get the dishes and chopsticks.

"Sit down."

Song You beckoned her to sit around the pot.

The swallow seldom eats food made by humans, and does not eat poultry, so he is not embarrassed.

At this time, there was a large pot of chicken in the pot, only a few wild vegetables as garnishes, and a few pancakes pasted next to the iron pot, which had become golden brown, revealing a familiar and long-lost aroma for Song You.

Naturally, Song You's first chopsticks sandwiched a bird's rice cake.

Sanhua Niangniang is also a good example.

Song You took a bite.

The girl also took a bite.

The surface of the cake is golden and has a rough texture, but the bottom has been baked maroon, and when you bite into it, the taste is slightly rough, but it is very sweet.

“……”

Song You was silent, and the familiar feeling naturally brought out the memories that had been sealed for a long time, and when he tasted it, he was no longer limited to the taste of the tortilla itself.

But he didn't say anything, just took the cake and pressed it into the soup of the wood-fired turkey, and when he was full, he picked it up again.

Sanhua Niangniang also followed suit, staring at him while doing it, and even drowning the cake for as long as he did.

This kind of action always makes people feel cute.

However, when I thought that one day in the future, among the remaining swallow rice given to Song You by the old farmer, there would be one that was missing half of the rice grain, which she made into a cake that was not much different from today, and then drowned it in a pot of firewood rat soup with a similar action as today, this cuteness was mixed with a touch of weirdness.

"What do you think?"

"Sanhua Niangniang thinks it's delicious!"

"Let's eat meat."

"Eat meat!"

Song You sandwiched the first piece of chicken.

The little girl followed suit.

At least two or three years old, the meat is actually a little old, after stewing, it looks firm, the chicken skin is also elastic, it also absorbs the soup, and also absorbs the taste of spices, this bite makes Song You and Sanhua Niangniang feel that last night's evil spirit was not in vain.

"Delicious!"

The little girl was amazed and thought seriously.

Song You didn't speak, and enjoyed the food silently.

At this moment, last night's fatigue was swept away, the world is vast and the heart is satisfied, which is undoubtedly a rare comfortable time in the journey.

At the same time, there was some noise in the mountains in the distance.

……

A group of villagers plucked up their courage and went to the mountain temple together.

I wanted to see what was left of the six animals that I worshiped yesterday today, and I also cleaned up the mountain temple, but I knew that the mountain god wanted to eat the six animals, and I saw that someone had offered the little girl to go, so I couldn't help but be afraid, so I called a large group of old people and young people to come together.

But I saw that the six animals in front of the mountain temple except the chickens, the rest were not less, were tied to the tree, a piece of bluestone cut in front of the mountain temple was a tablet, there were words written on it, and the temple was already a mess.

The most shocking thing is that the statue of the mountain god has been shattered.

"What's going on?"

"Suffered!"

"It must be the Taoist priest last night!"

"There's a word on it!"

"Whoever knows how to read comes and reads!"

"Zhang Sangong, Zhang Sangong come to read!"

For a while, everyone gathered around the entrance of the mountain temple and in front of the mountain stele, staring at the words on it.

Someone read it aloud.

Everyone was shocked.

Only then did I know that the Taoist man last night was neither here to offer to the mountain gods, nor to steal the six animals, but to know that there were evil gods in this place, and he came to kill the true immortals! Only true immortals will not take precious cattle, sheep and horses after removing the evil gods, not even pigs and dogs, but only take the most worthless chicken.

If you don't pity the world, you love to eat chicken.

(End of chapter)