I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

After the young man in white left, Qi Qingyan locked the door of the courtyard and led the big yellow dog deep into the Shenmu Forest.

Thick and straight divine trees plunge straight into the sky, and each large trunk has a cracked bark carved with a lifelike face.

There are men, there are women.

There are old people, there are teenagers, there are children.

Some are crying, some are smiling, some look serene, and some are kind-eyed.

Qi Qingyan and Big Yellow Dog went all the way to the deepest part before stopping.

The big tree that catches your eye is incompatible with other divine trees.

The face on the tree body was an old man, and his facial features were viciously distorted, as if he was suffering great pain.

The townspeople call this particular sacred tree ‘Killing Ghost’.

Qi Qingyan sat cross-kneeled in front of the ‘Killing Ghost’ Divine Tree, stretched out his right palm, and gently patted the slightly bulging small dirt bag beside him.

Immediately, he raised his eyes to gaze at the body of the tree, the face of the old man who was in pain, as if he was being cut by a thousand cuts.

“I miss that kid~”

Tsing Yi muttered.

……

Nine years ago.

One evening that summer, the weather was really hot, and Tsing Yi, who had finally survived to the lower hall, hurried back to the fenced courtyard and threw himself on a rattan chair in the shade.

After about a cup of tea, the courtyard door was knocked softly.

The light is almost inaudible.

Tsing Yi opened his eyes with difficulty.

At the entrance of the courtyard, there was a small man.

Except for the woman from the Chen family in Wuyi Lane, Tsing Yi has never seen such a thin person.

The skin is sallow and the skeleton is slender.

It seems that with a gentle tap on the bone, you can hear the sound of brass.

The boy wore a loose linen coat, did not even have a pair of straw shoes, and his two small feet seemed to have been washed in the loess.

It’s just that those big black and white eyes, without a trace of impurities, exude an indescribable warm aura.

The boy held a green pear in his clean little hand and smiled silly at Qing Yi.

“What kid are you?”

asked Tsing Yi.

“Master, my name is A Fei, the flying bird, my family lives in Wuyi Lane, and my father is called Chen Yanshi.

The boy replied respectfully.

The

boy handed the green pear to Tsing Yi from a distance, and said shamefully: “Master, I want to learn words.”

“Learn three words.

Qing Yi stretched out, yawned, and lightly spit out a word, “Roll~”

The boy was red and fluttered, only a shy smile on his sweat-stained little face, whispered ‘I’m sorry’, and ran away.

That was the first side of Tsing Yi and Xiao Budian.

The boy was six years old.

……

The next day, dusk.

Xiao Budian came again, this time holding a green apple in one hand.

Tsing Yi’s face was expressionless.

“Roll~”

Day 3, dusk.

Xiao Budian held a full of bright red cherries in his hand.

“Roll~”

Fourth, fifth, sixth…

The boy picked almost all the wild fruits that spread all over the mountains.

Until the evening of the nineteenth day.

The boy clutched a sugar gourd covered in syrup in his hand.

“Alas~

” Qing Yi sighed lightly and said, “Celery, lotus seeds, red beans, dates, laurel balls, dried lean meat strips.” ”

Little ghost, don’t you know about the gift of bondage?” the

boy shook his head, then suddenly nodded again.

“Master, I know.

Tsing Yi rolled her eyes, “No, you don’t know.

“Ming’er will bring all the six rites I mentioned, and I will teach you to learn words.”

“Forget it, it’s still five gifts, the meat strips don’t have to be necessary.” The

boy smiled and said, “Thank you, Master.” ”

……

On the twentieth day, the boy did not come.

On the twenty-first day, he did not come.

This will be the case for decades to come.

Tsing Yi never thought that celery, lotus seeds, red beans, dates, and laurel balls, which were sparse and ordinary, would be like a heavy mountain, pressing on the boy’s spine.

In the autumn leaf season, a day off, Tsing Yi after two months, can be regarded as seeing a boy.

The boy stood on the corner, some distance away, looking at the pork stall.

Because the boy would come every day and look at it for a short time each time, the stall owner remembered the cute little face.

The big-waisted stall owner beckoned to the boy.

When the boy approached, the stall owner smiled and poured a bowl of pig blood.

“Little ghost, dry this bowl of blood, I will cut a piece of pork for you for free. The

boy was silent for a long, long time.

Suddenly, he picked up the big white bowl and drank a bowl full of extremely bright and pungent pig blood.

The stall owner laughed and fulfilled his promise.

The boy held a small piece of pork and ran home like crazy.

Tsing Yi, who witnessed this scene the whole time, shook his head expressionlessly.

……

The next morning.

There is no shortage of small ones, and he comes to the door with a six-piece set.

Tsing Yi accepted the six gifts.

Pulling a donkey face and asking, “Which word do you want to learn first?” Xiao

Budian replied: “South, south of the south.” ”

Because I still have to go into the mountains to collect medicinal herbs, Xiao Budian only studied for half an hour.

After the boy left, Tsing Yi threw the small piece of pork into the Taiping River.

Day 2.

Xiao Budian learned the brocade character of brocade.

On the third day, I learned the screen characters of the screen.

“Nanjinping~”

Qing Yi abruptly, the festival of dedication is coming.

The sacred tree forest is the temporary residence of the gods on earth, and each sacred tree is contaminated with the breath of the gods, which has been passed down from generation to generation in the town.

The so-called dedication festival is to buy or fabricate a doll, the more like the better, the bigger the better.

The doll’s belly is empty, and it is stuffed with a jade plate engraved with the person’s name, or a note with the person’s name written on it.

On the day of the dedication festival, choose a sacred tree and bury the doll deep underground.

After that, he prostrated himself to the gods, nine hours a day, for a total of nine days.

May the gods bless the ninth life with prosperity and well-being.

Of course, if you stuff 9981 copper plates into the doll’s empty stomach, you can also save the process of prostrating.

“Nanjinping~Nanjinping~”

After muttering for a while, Tsing Yi suddenly rushed out of the fence courtyard and jumped into the Taiping River.

I want to pick up that little piece of pork.

It’s a pity that it has long been in the belly of the fish.

……

On the day of the dedication, the town is very lively.

Holding his mother’s clay puppet and barefoot Mai Bu Dian mixed in the crowd of people, he looked out of place, like a lonely soul and wild ghost.

The dragon swam out of the town and headed straight for the Shenmu Forest.

“Haha, everyone come and see, Chen Mengfei’s clay puppet is really ugly.

“Chen Mengfei, who are you pinching this mud

puppet? It won’t be your mother!” “Ah Fei, everyone in our town says that your mother killed your father, and the gods punished your mother’s rotten whole body, and was bitten by maggots day and night, is it true?” “Ah Fei

, you can’t just have a puppet, you have to stuff the puppet’s empty stomach with a jade plate, wooden plaque, and note engraved with the person’s name, otherwise the gods don’t know who you are, how can you bring down the merit?

“Chen Mengfei, the dolls my father bought me are colorful dolls, tall and big. Mo said that your palm-sized tattered mud puppet is not comparable to you little man. ”

…” In

the face of the childish ridicule and comparison of the children of the same age in the town, Xiao Budian looked as usual from beginning to end.

Chen Yanshi, the man of the Chen family in Wuyi Lane, died unclear, and even the body was not found, and the woman called Nan Jinping naturally became a Kefu disaster star that everyone was afraid to avoid.

No one wants to bury their father, themselves, and their children’s dolls under the same sacred tree as the women of the Chen family.

There are a total of one hundred and seventy-nine divine trees in the Divine Wood Forest, and the people of the town competed with each other and occupied one hundred and seventy-eight of them.

Only the lonely ‘ghost’.

Xiao Budian placed the clay puppet stuffed with his mother’s note under the ‘Kill Ghost’ sacred tree.

Kneeling on the ground, his forehead smashed into the loess.

Long kneeling.

“May the gods bless the mother and the ninth sweetness.

“Sweet like Grandpa Liu’s sugar gourd.” ”