Around dawn, the fog was thick and wet.

The birds and beasts in the mountains have a limited memory, and it is estimated that they are similar to the Sanhua Niangniang when they were children, and when the east is white, the mountains and forests that have been silent for two days because of the battle between the gods and men above their heads finally have some movement.

There was a sound of sooting beside him.

Most of these voices are wary.

It seems that the memory is not so bad.

Occasionally, some animals pass by the Taoist, and most of them are small animals, such as pheasants, hares, sparrows and other animals that do not hibernate, and there are also larger animals such as wild dogs and wild boars.

Some of them passed by the Taoist without noticing, and some of them would inadvertently find him and be startled by him, or they would stand in place and stare at the Taoist who was sitting in the forest with his back against the ancient tree for a while, and then continue to go about his business, neither being terrified by him, nor attacking him.

It's just that the Taoist faintly feels that there is a small thing in the grass in the distance that has been staring at him.

Maybe it's a guy with a lot of curiosity.

When the first rays of morning light crossed the mountains, passed through the treetops, and shone on the mountain land, there was finally an imperceptible sound from there, and it was difficult for a Taoist to hear clearly unless he deliberately listened.

The voice caught in his ears sketched the outline in his head—there was a small thing tiptoeing, maybe even looking for a suitable place to settle with every step, the dead branches and leaves that were extremely dry and making a noise should never be stepped on, and the hind feet must also step on the footprints of the front foot, carefully, avoiding thorns, passing through the gaps in the grass and coming to the Taoist.

It is an exceptionally beautiful three-flowered cat.

The cat walked out of the grass with half of its body and half of its body hidden inside, looking up and staring straight at the Taoist, with a serious expression and a twinkling eye, as if thinking about something.

After getting closer, it saw more clearly, and it seemed to finally confirm something, so it completely walked out of the grass and walked towards the Taoist, and then stopped half a foot away from the Taoist, sat down upright, and continued to stare at the Taoist without blinking, its eyes were extremely smart.

At the same time that it looked at the Taoist, the Taoist also looked at it.

At first glance, I thought it was a three-flower girl.

Take a closer look, although it looks similar to Sanhua Niangniang, it only looks like seven or eight points, but they are both exceptionally beautiful and smart, which is easy to confuse.

The Taoist also showed a look of recollection.

When I finally remembered its origin, I couldn't help but smile.

"It's you......"

The voice was extraordinarily weak.

"Meow?"

The cat tilted its head to stare at him.

"I didn't expect you to be alive, and it doesn't seem like you've aged much." The Taoist looked at it and said weakly, "It can be regarded as fate to meet here." ”

“？”

The cat tilted its head to stare at him, looking at him.

As if to make some judgment, it didn't say a word, just turned around, and disappeared into the jungle.

A moment later, there was another sound on the left.

The cat is coming back from this direction.

At this time, she had a big fat mouse in her mouth, it was really big and fat, almost half the size of a cat, and the tail was half a cat's length.

The three-flowered cat raised his head and looked at the Taoist vigilantly, confirming that it was still the same person, so he approached, walked to the Taoist's side, put down the mouse in his mouth, pushed it in his direction with his paws, and meowed at him before retreating, pulling away and sitting still.

“……”

The Taoist was very helpless.

Who would have thought that in the past nearly 20 years, he has refused to be fed by Sanhua Niangniang countless times about rats, and now in a strange place without Sanhua Niangniang, he will be fed by a wooden cat that was born because of Sanhua Niangniang.

"Thank you ......"

The Taoist said weakly: "It's just that I don't eat rats." ”

"Meow?"

The cat stared up at him in shock.

Song You became more and more helpless.

This cat is barely an old cat, it is the one carved out of the appearance of Sanhua Niang by Kong Zhizhao, who was outside the city of Yidu, and has the appearance and agility of Sanhua Niangniang, and the rest is given by Kong Waito, it stands to reason that Kong Waiti Zhao does not understand the character of Sanhua Niangniang, and its character should have nothing to do with Sanhua Niangniang at all.

"Meow ......"

The cat seemed to be sure that he did not eat rats, and his eyes kept flickering, and he walked slowly, picked up the rats again, and burrowed into the jungle again.

The Taoist watched it leave, not moving.

Looking up at the sky, it seemed to be a good day.

It seems that this place should not be far from Yiyi.

At least it should be in Yizhou.

To the west of Pingzhou, it is Yizhou.

This is also in line with this.

Just as I was thinking about it, I brushed it.

The cat came out of the jungle on the right again, this time with a bunch of withered yellow grass in its mouth.

Still approaching the Taoist, he lowered his head and retreated a distance that was comfortable for the cat, and continued to sit down and stare at him.

Song You thought it was a piece of weed pulled from somewhere, but when he looked closely, the weeds were indeed weeds, but they were also weeds that were planted and eaten by people - thin grass stems, dry yellow leaves, and many small pods attached to them, smaller than peas, because in winter, the whole bunch of grass has withered and yellowed, and it rustles when touched, and with a little force, the leaves will break and the pods will fall off, so the cat is extra careful when he comes.

This kind of dish is called nest cuisine by Yizhou people.

There is also a place called Yuan Xiucai.

In fact, it has an even more famous name -

Many people today believe that the "Wei" in the Book of Poetry is it. This statement is widely accepted today.

"Meow?"

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, the cat couldn't help but bark.

It's like urging, it's like asking.

"Thank you ......"

The Taoist still said weakly, with difficulty picking up the wild vegetables, but fortunately, the pods had already become dry and crisp, and if you pinch it lightly, you don't need to exert force, the pods will peel off, and a row of small beans will fall.

The beans are so small that you don't need to chew them when you put them in your mouth, and they don't taste good when they're completely dried, so you can swallow them directly.

The cat then raised its paws to lick it.

The Taoist ate several times in a row, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Although the nest vegetables often grow in large pieces and are densely packed, it is difficult to tear off a large piece so neatly with the cat's mouth and claws without breaking it, and arrange it into skewers - this bunch of nest vegetables has obvious traces of being neatly placed, and even the roots do not look like they have been torn off, but like they have been cut off.

"Where did you get this dish?"

"Meow?"

The cat licked its paws for a moment, revealing a puzzled look.

Then he stood up, stretched, and without saying a word, turned around and went into the jungle again.

The sun gradually rises and the sky shines brighter and brighter.

Voices were heard again in the jungle.

This time, however, there was a noticeable sound of footsteps.

The dead branches and fallen leaves are trampled and broken, and the sound is crisp.

The comer's steps were steady, his pace was even, and he carefully brushed away the grass and branches, as if he were alone.

"Brush ......"

The cat ran and jumped, first over the grass, jumped in front of the Taoist, and then stopped and looked back.

"Whoa......

The branch was plucked away by a hand.

A figure appeared in front of the Taoist.

"Where are you taking me?

"Anyone?"

It was a man's voice, slightly familiar.

The Taoist frowned.

After the man brushed aside the branches and walked over, he saw the Taoist sitting cross-legged under the tree, he was obviously startled, and he was extremely vigilant, even if he saw the Taoist robe on the Taoist, he didn't relax much.

It wasn't until he saw the face of the Daoist that he was stunned for a moment, revealing a puzzled look.

Both sides felt somewhat familiar with each other.

"Yes...... Mr. Song? ”

The man's eyes widened and he seemed to remember, and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"It's a long story, it's all a coincidence." The Taoist also remembered who this person was, and vaguely remembered his name, "I used to live in seclusion here." ”

"What's wrong with sir?"

The man heard the weakness in his voice, and couldn't help but look up at the sky: "Could it be that the thunder in the sky two days ago has something to do with Mr.?" Is Mr. using his supernatural powers to subdue demons and eliminate demons? ”

"It's pretty much the same."

"Can you still go, sir?"

"You have to take a break."

"Do you want water?"

"It would be better if there were."

"The villain goes and gets it."

After saying that, the man hurriedly turned and left.

Leaving only the cat to sit in place, he looked back at the direction the man had left, then at the Taoist, and continued to lick his paws with his head down.

This man is Kong Beizhao's apprentice back then, named Dongyang, and the same as the cat in front of him, it was carved out of wood by Kong Beizhao, because the skills are too superb, the spirituality is too sufficient, and the mystery is connected to the avenue of heaven and earth, and then reincarnated.

Song You couldn't help but look up at the sky again.

I can't help but feel a little happy in my heart-

Two days before the battle, he used the Four Seasons Bell to isolate a radius of 100 miles, and by the way, also isolated the ground mountains and forests, the original meaning was "although I know that this is a barren mountain, there are no people for a hundred miles, but there are also many birds and beasts, plants and plants, as well as goblins and ghosts, everything has a spirit, and it is not good to hurt them", but I didn't expect that there are still old cats and old people living in this barren mountain.

Good deeds are indeed good, and good intentions are not wrong.

The Taoist smiled.

Not long after, Dongyang came back with water, took some wild vegetable dumplings, fed Song You water and food, and waited for him for a while before carrying him back to his hut.

The thatched hut is built in the mountains, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, there is a bamboo forest behind the house, there are fields on the left and right, there is a pond in front, the thatched hut is somewhat similar to the layout of the house of the Confucian edict in those years, the bamboo fence encloses a large range at the door, and there are chickens and ducks.

Dongyang brought a bamboo chair for the Taoist to sit down.

"A few years ago, we went to Yunzhou, passed through Yizhou again, returned to Yidu, and also went to the original house of Zuxia and Kong Zhizhao, but it was empty, and we only saw Kong Zhizhao's tomb." The Taoist eased up a little, and then asked, "Why did you come to this barren mountain to live in seclusion?" ”

"The villain itself is not an ordinary person, although he has the help of his husband, it is not easy to be seen, and he is not afraid of flames from now on, but when he grows up, he will no longer grow up, and he will no longer grow old. Maybe villains are not meant to live in the human world. Dongyang said, "So after the master left, the master was buried, and the villain took his bags, left the village, and moved to this uninhabited mountain." ”

"I see."

The Taoist looked down left and right, but he didn't see the cat again.

"The ......"

"That cat is the one that Master carved out. Now I'm half neighbors. The man said to him, "After it survived and left, it didn't come back until the master died, and it seemed to have some sense in the dark, so it went back to the village." After that, the villain left the village and went into the mountains, and before he had gone far he came across it, and it seemed to lead me all the way to the mountains. So I built a house here, cultivated the fields, and settled down. And it also seems to live not far away, roaming around, free, and occasionally appears, or I meet it when I go to the mountains to find wood, wood, and collect medicine, so it is half a neighbor with me. ”

"What's the name for this cat?"

"No name. Dongyang has always wanted to give it a name, and when he encounters it, he can call it well, sometimes he catches a fish in the pond, and he wants to feast on it, and he also calls it in the mountains. Master also once told Dongyang that the creatures that change from wood must also have a name, so that it is not easy to turn back into wood. Dongyang shook his head and said, "It's a pity that Dongyang is a wooden head and can't come up with a name." ”

"And so exquisite?"

"At least that's the way people are. I don't know if that's the case with cats. Dongyang said for a moment, and suddenly looked at the Taoist, "By the way, since you have met Mr., why don't you ask Mr. for help and choose a name for it." ”

"How can you be qualified to do this?"

"Sir is humble. The world often asks Taoists for help when choosing names, and the master once told Dongyang that it is difficult to have a higher Taoist in this world than Mr. Taoist, if Mr. is not qualified, who is qualified? Dongyang looked up at the sky and remembered the terrible scene above his head in the past two days, and he had even more respect for him, "What's more, in this barren mountain, except for Mr., I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to meet anyone else before we turn back into rotten wood." ”

"In that case......

The Taoist stopped and thought for a moment: "I will meet it again today, and I will have it to bring the nest vegetables, the nest vegetables are also known as the Wei vegetables, if you live here for a long time, maybe you will call it the picking of the rose, right?" ”

"Picking Rose......

Dongyang read it several times in a row and wrote it down.

"Mr. is an old man and a distinguished guest, and Dongyang must treat Mr. well.

"It's a pity that there are no fungi at this time......"

With the same muttering thought, Dongyang lowered his head and went out, and then there was a burst of chickens and dogs jumping outside.

The same pot of chicken soup to entertain Taoists.

Dao Qi luck plus body, heaven and earth support, although he was seriously injured, his body and soul were exhausted, and his mana was exhausted, but he was recovering quickly - at least after drinking Dongyang's boiled chicken soup, the wounds on his body that were hit by several ancient saints with great divine powers were almost invisible, although he only recovered the surface wounds, and did not really heal and recover, but he also regained the ability to walk.

"I am very happy and wonderful to meet you here, but there are still important things to do, and I can't stay here for a long time, so I thank you for your hospitality, and I have to say goodbye to my feet."

Song You held a bamboo cane and saluted him.

I felt strange in my heart.

Meeting with Dongyang and meeting with the wooden cat, isn't it another end to the origin of fate?

(End of chapter)