Mu Qing sat on the bluestone shrine, the face of the god statue was confused, helpless, annoyed, sad, and mixed with a trace of joy, so many expressions were intertwined for fear that it would frighten many people in the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The statue soon regained its original kind smile, Mu Qing's mind was already "extremely powerful", these emotions were just a flash, he quickly accepted everything now, and even a little eager-according to his original idea, this "job" or identity was simply tailor-made for him: drought and flood to ensure the "golden rice bowl", free of food and clothing, no copywriting, no hustle and bustle; living in the land temple, sitting and watching the clouds roll up, roaming the clear spring and wild stream, laughing and listening to the birds and beasts' hooves - isn't this his dream life!

Mu Qing is no longer at ease to sit on the shrine and simply see, listen and touch, he is a little eager to move his body and walk down the tall shrine, just to step out of the temple gate and see the outside world!

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, the days pass like a turtle crawling day by day, Mu Qing on the shrine regained his calm, although he still wanted to go out, he would not be so eager. As the "body" gradually recovered, Mu Qing raised his head, stretched out his arms, raised his feet, or leaned, or lying, or standing on the wide shrine, and then he could slow down a few steps, and then he could jump a few times, but he was never in a hurry to go down from this slightly tall shrine, after all, this statue is not wooden but a mud tire, he had accidentally rubbed the clay sculpture on the stone and the dust was sprinkled, which made him weak for a long time, and he didn't dare to easily damage this mud tire!

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, and the cold and summer do not know the year. I don't know how long it has been, but the dust in the temple seems to have accumulated a few more layers, and there seems to be a figure shaking on the back wall of the land temple.

"Whew, whew!" Mu Qing held the shrine in one hand and a crutch in the other, carefully walked his feet towards the stone case under the shrine, probed for a long time, and finally put his feet on the stone case steadily. Mu Qing breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the wooden cane in his hand, and began to continue to work hard to get off the shrine.

Strange to say, the land god statue is made of clay, but the cane in his hand is real wood. The length of this wooden cane is about 1.6 meters, not like the traditional crutches with arcs and shapes, but simple straight up and down, it looks somewhat stiff; the diameter of the wooden cane is about three or four centimeters, and it is just right to hold it in the hand; it is probably that the land has been rubbed in the hand for a long time, and the smooth cane body is a little shiny; the lines on the cane are criss-crossed, like the folds on the bark, but it looks natural and not abrupt, and it feels quite comfortable to hold; the top of the cane is tied to a small gourd with a dark red ribbon, the gourd is bright in color and seems to be carved from jade, but the real touch of holding it in the hand will tell you that this is still a gourd。 The material of the whole crutch looks a little ordinary, the shape is also straight, and it is extremely comfortable to hold in the hand, and more importantly, Mu Qing found that in this dusty land temple, the whole crutch, especially the ribbon and gourd, are not stained with dust, and they are always as bright as new - maybe this is the treasure left by the land god!

It's a pity that Mu Qing has been bored and studied for a long time and has not been able to come up with a result, he doesn't know how to practice, he has no magic power, and now his mind is weak, not to mention the mud fetus and earth body, not to mention the magic weapon of the immortal family, even if the sword, gun, sword and halberd are placed in front of him, he can only look at it.

The sun sets in the west and the moon rises tomorrow. Mu Qing sat on the stone table, holding a wooden staff in his arms, still a little heavy gasping could not suppress the joy in his heart, he looked at the dim and hazy outside, and silently thought in his heart: I am coming, the outside world!

About a day or two later, there was a figure with a stick standing at the gate of some dilapidated land temples, and the bright sunlight hit him, casting a long shadow on the bluestone slab behind him. The door of the ruined temple was always so wide open, the door was empty, and the figure seemed to hesitate for a long time, never taking the step beyond the low threshold.

Mu Qing hesitated, he stood in front of the wide temple gate, unable to lift his steps for a long time. In the distance, there was a faint sound of children playing, mixed with the old man's suppressed coughing sound in his ears. The sun outside the door is just right, the bright sunlight sprinkles on the body, bringing the warmth of spring, the grass under the eaves, the trees in front of the temple, and the mountains in the distance are all shining with fresh green, the breeze blows, sending a fresh smell, and the birds chasing in the sky, and the cheerful sound is heard.

Looking at the vibrant world outside, the bitterness in Mu Qing's heart added a little more. He looked down at his body, and his heart was even more powerless, the gray and shabby robe was full of dust, and the bare roughness of the surface of the statue made him never dare to brush off the thick dust; the broken body hid the slightest crack, and the pieces of mutilation revealed the yellow soil particles inside; the gray beard was covered with dust, although he couldn't see his face, he must have been "dusty, sideburns like frost, and wrinkles all over his face were hurt" , just go out like this, if it is seen by the people in the nearby village, I am afraid that it is not the manifestation of the land lord, but the ghost and snake god of the cow!

The figure in the temple gate stood for a long, long time, as if it was tireless, until the sun rose in the west and the moon in the west, the sound of the outside world gradually subsided, only the insects in the grass seemed to be unwilling to be silent from time to time, everything seemed to fall into a deep sleep, the figure suddenly moved, he stepped over the low threshold, walked out of the half-covered stone slab, stepped into the shallow green grass, the dew condensed on the young leaves crossed, rubbing the gray and black on him, Mu Qing finally walked out of the land temple!

By the bright moonlight, he looked around, and his dusty face was mixed with happiness, Confusion and sadness: surrounded by mountains, the Land Temple is carved out of the stone wall of the mountain behind it; as far as the eye can see, there are deep woods and dense grass, burying a large space between the surrounding mountains; not far from the left front of the Land Temple seems to be a long-abandoned ruin, the ruins of the broken wall are submerged in the trees and weeds, and as far as the eye can see, there are still woods in the distance - this land, no one should have set foot in it for a long time!

Maybe it's because I've been lonely for a long time and has auditory hallucinations, so I can hear people's movements, ghosts don't haunt in the daytime, Mu Qing secretly speculated. Probably because of the "divine might" of the land lord, there was no movement around, he walked around aimlessly, and the dew on the tip of the grass condensed and slipped down on him, shedding tear stains, which also made him feel more physically and mentally exhausted.

Feeling the damage to his body, Mu Qing cheered up, slowly walked back to the Land Temple, and then couldn't sleep.

A few days after waking up, Mu Qing began a journey of exploration in the neighborhood. When the sun steamed the dew between the dry grass and trees every day, he held the wooden staff in his hand, and Shi Shiran walked out of the temple gate. Stepping through the meadow, the woods in front of the door are overgrown with ancient trees, mostly a few people hug each other; the dense canopy covers a large area of sunlight, only sprinkling light and dark dots on the ground and shaking from time to time; the dark brown earth accumulates thick fallen leaves, which are soft and comfortable to step on; there are very few weeds under the dense forest, and occasionally a few naughty mushrooms quietly emerge between the roots; I don't know how long I walked into the dense forest, there was a faint sound of water flowing, and I walked quickly, and suddenly the top of my head lit up, and a small river covered by grass in front split this forest in half; the river was murmuring, and the bottom was clear, and the fish were playing in the water, if Mu Qing was in normal health at the moment, I am afraid that he would have gone into the water to catch fish a long time ago, and he would have eaten his mouth。

Walking along the river bank to the east, Wanwan turned around and didn't know how long she walked, and suddenly opened up in front of her, a very flat and wide grassland, looking along the grass, you can faintly see the dilapidated village, which is probably the land cultivated by the villagers in the past. Mu Qing turned around and walked towards the ruins.

The meadow is extremely wide, with the edges of the grass and trees on both sides extremely straight, stretching in the direction of the village. Walking slowly, Mu Qing saw that the giant trees on the edge of the forest where he came were thick and stocky, guarding this forest and grassland like a guard, there were chaotic ravines of different depths in the lower part of the tree, and the mushrooms at the roots were extremely luxuriant, almost connecting these giant trees in a line. Mu Qing walked forward like a walk under the spring sun, and finally walked to the ruins, he was a little tired, and he habitually raised his arm, only then did he remember that this mud body could not sweat for a long time.

Looking in from the edge of the woods, the village was overgrown with grass and trees, and the houses had long since collapsed to their roofs, leaving only a few broken walls covered with grass and vines standing in a daze, and a few small branches poked out from between the walls, adding to the desolation. The original road in the village was full of thin branches and withered vines, and the grass was lush, Mu Qing estimated his body and decided to make plans after a while, anyway, now he has enough time. After looking up at the sky, he turned around, raised his legs and walked in the direction of the Land Temple, these were the results of Mu Qing's exploration for a while.