The old man was thin and weak, and his spirit seemed to be insufficient, Xifu was originally worried that he would accidentally roll down the mountain, but the old man walked very steadily, although it was not fast, but it was better to be stable and lasting.

With the old man opening the way, the mood of going down the mountain is much easier, and there is no need to worry about finding a bird path.

On the way down the mountain, the puppy bun did not walk smoothly, mainly because its legs were too short, and there were some ditches and bumps, and it couldn't jump over, Xifu scooped up the bun and stuffed it into his chest, only the head came out of her collar.

As the sun set, the two descended to the mountainside. Starting from here tomorrow, you can walk down the mountain in four hours at most.

Xifu decided to stop here to rest, and after gesturing with the old man for a long time, the old man understood.

At first, I seemed reluctant, but then I agreed.

The two lit a fire and sat down to eat. The food that the old man took out of his backpack was still sweet potatoes, and what Xifu took out this time was fried rice bubbles.

When the old man saw the fried rice bubbles, his eyes lit up, and when he tasted the taste of the fried rice bubbles, his eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and his nose sucked tightly, and he couldn't bear to miss a trace of the fragrance of the fried rice bubbles.

The old man held his hands to his mouth, bowed his head and carefully licked the fried rice bubbles in his hands, almost eating them one by one, reminiscing one by one, until there was no grain left in his hands.

Xifu took out another handful and handed it to the old man, this time the old man said that he didn't want anything, and his head shook like a wave drum.

Xifu raised his mouth, his willow eyebrows were upside down, and he pretended to be angry.

The old man had no choice but to accept it with a red face, but did not eat it, but put it in his own backpack, probably to take it home and eat it.

While the two were eating, Baozi was not idle, peeing under this tree for a while, digging soil on the ground for a while, and having fun.

Suddenly Baozi shouted, and the two ran away, and saw Baozi standing next to a cluster of small red fruits, shaking his head and screaming, Xifu was nothing, and the old man ran towards the cluster of red fruits with both hands.

The old man knelt in front of the clump of red fruits, his whole body trembled, until he shivered and took out a piece of red rope and tied it to the red fruits, and then he sat down on the ground, and then his face showed a relaxed expression.

It was only then that Xifu understood the general idea of the matter - the red fruit was the fruit of ginseng, that is, Baozi found a ginseng for the old man. And looking at the size of the fruit, this ginseng should not be small.

Xifu also jumped up happily, raised the bun with both hands, and threw the bun into the air one by one, and the bun also screamed happily.

The old man dug ginseng, Xifu watched from the sidelines, and when the old man was busy, almost half an hour passed.

The two of them each found a place to lie down by the fire.

Xifu fell asleep at some point, and the puppy bun was nestled in her arms.

The old man squinted for a while, and then he woke up, and when he got old, he felt less.

The old man sat by the fire, added some dry wood to it, and bit a hookah in his mouth, and spit out white smoke from time to time. The light of the fire reflected on the old man's wrinkled face, giving the old man a particularly warm glow.

The old man looked at the sleeping Xifu with a smile, it would be nice if there was such a Peugeot daughter!

The puppy slept in her arms, coiled into a disc, and looked very well-behaved, not at all like the lively bouncing of its waking days.

The old man, the girl, the puppy, the fire, make up a beautiful picture, but alas, it will soon be broken!

The sleeping bun suddenly sniffed, then opened its eyes and screamed, and it was aimed at the other side of the fire, as if there was some horror there.

The old man raised his eyes and stared at the blank space, unable to see what was there, but he knew that there were some things that were invisible to the human eye, and that he had heard and even experienced many strange things after living for so long. He silently recited in his heart: Grandpa the mountain god, keep me safe, I will repay my vow, and Grandpa the mountain god, keep me safe, I will repay my vow......

The old man read it more than twenty times in his heart, and the bun finally stopped screaming and fell asleep quietly.

Xifu still slept very well, but during this time, he frowned, turned over a few times, then hugged the bun again and fell asleep.

Children can sleep!" smiled again on the old man's face. He didn't dare to sleep anymore, he kept silently saying in his heart: Grandpa Mountain God, keep me safe, I will repay my wish......

Every time the old man goes into the mountain to collect medicine, he will go to the temple of Shrike Mountain at the foot of the mountain to worship, and every time he will bring sacrifices, such as chicken, fruits, river fish, etc., although it is not expensive, but the heart is sincere enough. He felt that it was because of the blessing of the mountain god that he was able to eat the mountain peacefully for a lifetime, and he was very content.

There are regrets, that is, there is a missing daughter.

The silver-haired demon stood just across the fire, just holding back the breath from his body so that the damn beast couldn't smell it.

If it weren't for the damn beast lying in Xifu's arms, he would have slapped it to death a long time ago, and if it dared to yell at him, it would be disrespectful and damned.

As the instrument spirit of the book "The Way of the Master", he had to abide by many prohibitions.

can't leave the inheritor of "The Way of the Teacher" ten miles away,

Do not use invisibility on the inheritor,

not to harm the inheritor, including the master's body, soul, or anything attached to his body,

Neither can he go into the house and steal.

The only chance he can kill is when others are unfavorable to the inheritor of the "Tao of the Master".

......

These damn prohibitions, if he didn't need to rely on this broken book to restore his cultivation, he wouldn't have accepted it.

The old man was still praying in his heart, his attitude was extremely pious, the demon respected this old man very much in his heart, all people who believe in piety are worthy of respect, and this kind of person's wish power is also the strongest.

If only I had such a devout believer, but unfortunately he has disappeared from this world for a hundred years, and there are no believers. Besides, now that he has to abide by the prohibition of "not killing and intimidating innocents" in the "Shidao", it is impossible for him to use intimidation to gain the faith of the people.

The old ghost of the ancestor of the "Shidao" deceived himself into reaching a contract with him to protect the inheritors of the "Shidao" and get the spiritual power of the "Shidao" mission in return, it seems that this is a fair sale that will benefit him without harm, but in the hundreds of years that he has really become the instrument spirit of the "Shidao", he has lost count of how many times he has regretted this contract.

Silver Hair looked at Xifu, where she was sleeping at the moment, it was a big rock, and there was no big tree to climb around, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Again, as he had done last night, he put his hands together and put them to his mouth, and a low chirp appeared in his throat, which sounded to the human ear but a mountain breeze, but in some things it sounded like a battle horn.

......

The original son himself was roasted warm by the fire, but suddenly a gust of wind blew in the mountains, and the old man couldn't help but shudder! Even so, the old man's heart was still silently reciting "Grandpa Mountain God ......"

The old man closed his eyes and continued to recite the twelve words in his heart. This wind is a bit strange, but this mountain forest is inherently weird, as the old saying goes, if you don't see a strange, it's a monster that is self-defeating.

Fortunately, the old man's hearing was extremely poor, and a loud sound like thunder could only slightly reach his ears. If his hearing was normal, he would not have been able to concentrate so much at this time.

A gloomy wind blew on the old man's neck, and he turned his head in shock, and at once he saw a rotten face: a face full of boiled pork belly, and white maggots crawling in the rotten flesh, some of which came out of its two eyes that were only whites, and some of which were crawling out of its two hollow noses...... A disgusting smell of decay came from his body......

The old man wanted to get up and run away, but as soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground with a thud, and at the same time a hoarse sound came from his throat, he wanted to wake up Xifu, the old man felt that the rotten breath was getting closer and closer to him, and he was so frightened that he crawled forward with his hands on the ground.