Chapter 1: The Smile of the Mountain God
The lazy autumn sun shines on the dilapidated mountain temple, and a few bear children chase and play in front of the temple, and their red faces are covered with muddy water. In front of the dilapidated temple gate, a man who appears to be a living person is leaning. Emaciated, muna, and wearing a shabby cloth robe like the clothes of the mountain god in the temple. The confused eyes occasionally swept a few bear children, and the chicken-paw-like hand still pinched the right hand with the left hand.
How did I end up here, who told me what the hell was going on, crossing? I didn't get struck by lightning, I didn't get hit by a car, I didn't fall into a pit, I didn't play a fairy game, I didn't play a fairy game, I was ——, six - I was tired from work, I went home and took a nap, and when I woke up, everything changed. The old patriarch said, more than half a year ago, when I was incense, I saw me sleeping on the offering table, a few young people in the clan said that I was a monster, and almost didn't beat me to death, the patriarch said that I had a vegetable on my face, a little bookish, and was left alive, and the face had a dish that could be associated with a book, the patriarch was really a good person, and he was also a god, and I was a teacher in my previous life. In the past six months, the clan has seen that I really don't look like a monster, and I can read and hyphenate and learn (similar to the ancient texts of the previous life), and gradually accepted me, and let me open a teaching point in the mountain temple like a private school, and teach the bear children in the clan to read and hyphenation. The tuition fee is the food sent by the clan and the prey hunted in the mountains, and the home is this mountain temple.
When I first came, the people in the clan interrogated me n times and asked me how I came, because this is the depths of the mountains, and the monsters are rampant, and ordinary people can't come, and there are only two kinds of people who can come: gods and monsters. I really wanted to ask them, "What kind of people are you?" but I don't have the guts. I can only answer that I really don't know, n times later, the clan saw that I was neither a god nor a monster, and finally came to the conclusion that I was a person whose head was kicked by a wild boar, and I didn't remember anything, and I was lucky enough to stray.
In the past six months, I began to wonder if I was wearing it, but I felt that the conditions seemed to be insufficient, and the other possibility was to see, in my previous life, I had seen a news that a bull science team proved that the universe we live in is illusory, just like living in a virtual program of a computer, and I feel dizzy when I think about it. Am I still in my nap dream**, or am I jumping from one virtual program to another?
"Mr. Zhang, look what I found" A little black baby ran towards me, although he was only 4 or 5 years old, but that sturdy, the children who were more than ten years old in the previous life were not as good, followed by a few snot babies, "slow down little black", seeing the silver star grass in his hand, a first-class spirit grass was also a little stunned, although this spirit grass is not very rare, but it is not a big road goods, it is said that Lian Dan is used a lot, and the clan is used to refine the body soup is one of the basic medicines. "Mr. Zhang, give it to you", Xiao Heiwa said, I smiled, "I won't use it, go home to your father, there will be a few more pieces of meat at dinner", "Okay, let's go here today, the children go home" I said, the children listened, stood in front of the temple gate, bowed to me, turned around and went home happily, watching the children disappear under the stairs, I was shocked, this kind of life is not bad, much better than the students taught in the previous life.
Walk into the room, take out two buns, a pot of small wine sent by the clansmen, come to the mountain god statue in front of the Putuan to sit down, take a sip of wine and nibble on a bun, a little drunk after a while, the mountain god statue is sealed by me, but in front of the clansmen dare not call it so, they call themselves the Qi clan, but I always feel that the elephant is called the abandoned clan, abandoning the world and being independent. The clan still attaches great importance to the temple, and it is necessary to sacrifice in important seasons, I also think it is good, the offerings after the sacrifice are delicious for me, I have secretly barbecued the bear paws of the third-level demon beast ice bear to eat, that fragrant, I got up the next day and had a nosebleed, and the void was not replenished. The idol is a little different from what I have seen in my previous life, a bit of a combination of man and beast, especially the expression, a little evil, similar to the evil smile of the Mona Lisa.
Drunk and smoky, I faced this evil smile, suddenly my brain rushed to blood, and a flash of inspiration, it couldn't be that your uncle got me, why did I come to sleep on your offering table? In a fit of rage, I jumped on the offering table and scolded: Do we know each other? Ah! Have I offended you? Ah! What is that?! After a long time, the mountain god still laughed evilly, and his heart was a little weak, so he had to pretend to be pitiful: Uncle! Great god! Let me go, how do you get me, or how do you get me back, I will definitely build a statue of a god for your old man when I go back, every day good wine, good meat and good fragrance for offering, you see it's okay, my mother is still waiting for me to go home for dinner, my students are still waiting for me to go back to class, the graduating class can't be delayed, even if you don't pity me, you have to pity my mother, and you have to pity the students who don't have a teacher to attend classes.
Suddenly, I felt that the mountain god had a little reaction, as if his left eye had opened and looked at me, there was a play! Look at it again, he is still smiling like the same old evil, playing with me, and slanting at me with one eye, despising me! Lao Tzu fought with you, jumped off the offering table, found a long wooden stick in the temple, stabbed hard according to the left eye of the mountain god, and was stabbing coolly, when suddenly an electric current came along the wooden stick, and the tragedy was over! The hair was all straight, and he kept dancing cramps, who said that wood does not conduct electricity, physics teacher, you lied to me! Suddenly, the sound of stumbling came, and a small round ball was bouncing on the table,
It turned out that the left eyeball of the mountain god was stabbed down by me, I looked at it with a fox, what is this, not made of mud, not made of stone, said to be made of jade, and the darkness makes the eyes seem to be trapped, most of the current just now is this thing out, I look left and right or dare not take it, the sky is a little dark, the oil light line is unknown, I am really curious to kill the cat, I see the black beads flying straight towards the head door, it's over, if you don't die, you have to become a god. The head exploded, time seemed to stop instantly, and instantly returned to normal, quickly touched the door of the head with his hand, nothing changed, looking around and did not see the black beads, and then looked at the statue of the mountain god, the mountain god no longer smiled evilly, his old man seemed to sleep, like endless years, he finally completed the mission he adhered to, no longer had to worry about things, and finally liberated, gone, slept or died.
When I came back to my senses, I suddenly felt that the sky was surprisingly dark, there was a strong air flow circling in the space, I could feel but I couldn't hear the sound of the wind, and there was a roar of earth-shattering monsters in the mountains, but there was no sound in a few breaths, and it was terrifyingly quiet, and there was no movement in the village of the Qi tribe under the mountain. The rain came unconsciously, there was no thunder, no wind, only the rain like a curtain between heaven and earth, like the curtain of years, whether it was the end or about to be unveiled.