Chapter 194 [Maybe Different From Imagination]

The team of the villagers arranged several night watchmen to look after the fire and keep adding firewood to prevent everyone from freezing to death when the fire went out. In addition to tending the fire, they would also gather in twos and threes to chat to prevent them from falling asleep due to sleepiness. Due to the sufficient manpower, the night shifts are very diligent, but there is no case of lack of sleep.

However, Fang Chang, who was leaning on the hill with a wine gourd in his hand, paid more attention to the heavily tied figure in the field. Fortunately, as a precious tribute, she was well taken care of by this group of people, with enough bedding and the warmest place.

Early the next morning, when the east had just turned white, the villagers got up one after another, taking advantage of the faint skylight and the lighting of the nearby bonfire to get busy. They packed their bedding, packed their luggage, piled up the remaining firewood, and then washed their faces and cooked.

After dawn, they assembled into a team, brought incense candles, and set off with sliding poles.

There are still some remaining roads, which are more rugged than when they came here, and even a little dangerous, but for these villagers who live in the mountains all year round, it is not a big problem. They cross the mountains and ridges at a very fast speed. Fang Chang followed slowly as if walking on flat ground, but no one could find him.

"It's not far ahead, just cross this beam, and behind it is the cave where the mountain owner lives."

Some elders told the young villagers who participated for the first time this year that the latter just raised their faces and looked ahead, then lowered their heads and continued on their way. The mountain road at the foot is rugged, and no one walks there all year round. It requires great concentration. For the mountain people, injury is a big deal.

Fang Chang jumped lightly and came to the mountain ridge.

On the left is a team of villagers who are climbing, and on the right is a valley that has been filled with snow by the wind, leaving only a short path to pass through. At the end of the path, there is a rectangular hole, the inside slopes downwards, and the situation cannot be seen. Fang Chang has very good hearing, but he can hear objects moving inside.

Well, this should be the destination of the villagers, and the living creature inside should be the "mountain master" they call.

He stood on the ridge, stepped out of the way, and remained motionless.

It took the villagers half a cup of tea to climb up. They looked at the cave in front of them and began to organize their actions with their own experience. Most people stopped here, arranged containers and lit joss sticks, and then a few strong ones carried their sliding poles out, led by a leader, walked steadily across the path, and walked to the entrance of the cave.

The leader knelt at the entrance of the cave, bowed three times, and then shouted loudly inside:

"The villagers of Shangshan Village and Xiashan Village pay their respects to the Mountain Lord!"

On the mountain ridge behind, all the mountain people who knelt down together with his movement, surrounded by thin smoke, shouted in an orderly manner: "Meet the mountain master!"

The living creature in the cave was shaken, as if it remembered what day it was, walked a few steps inside, and said:

"Old rules."

The voice was muffled, as if someone with a bad nose was speaking.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

The leader stood up and shouted to the strong men behind who were carrying the sliding poles. These strong men and the little girl on the sliding pole belong to the few who have not bowed down.

The strong men took the orders, they chanted, put down the sliding poles, and then worked together to lift up the heavily tied figure.

The leader rushed into the cave and shouted loudly:

"Master Yingming, please accept our wishes, and hope that the two villages will have good weather and a good harvest in the coming year!"

As soon as the words fell, several strong men shouted and threw Yang Xiangyu, who was tied up in a big way, into the entrance of the cave.

Fang Chang also walked into the cave together.

The little girl was not injured, but was caught by the "mountain master".

The villagers outside prayed together for a few more times, packed up their things and retreated. They will arrive at Fengtoupo at noon, and after having a rest and a meal, they will be able to return to the village in the afternoon. But Fang Chang is not prepared to follow, he is more interested in what is going on here now.

The so-called "mountain master" is indeed a monster.

The full and undisguised evil spirit in the cave illustrates this point, especially when the other party just cast a spell to catch the little girl, the evil spirit surged violently, which shows that this evil spirit has a deep cultivation.

Fang Chang untied the Lingquan sword behind his back, held the sheath in his left hand, and watched the situation inside.

The little girl Yang Xiangyu was quite bold. After landing, supported by her demonic force, she happened to stand there without struggling, but just looked ahead.

The furnishings in the cave are a bit weird. Some of the fires are huge and seem to be used by giant creatures, while others are no different from those used by ordinary people. Ropes were nailed into the hole, and sausages, dried vegetables, and ears of grain were hung on it, some firewood was piled up at the corner of the pot and stove, wooden wedges were nailed to the wall of the hole, some hammers, saws, hoes and other tools were hung, and there were several pots and jars placed beside the hole. , the smell should be pickled radish and the like.

There are digging marks in the hole, including many huge claw marks, it does not seem to be a natural cave. Thinking of the path outside that runs across the valley and is not covered by snow, its construction material should be the rocks in this cave.

A man with a fierce and rough face was sitting on a horse tie, rubbing ears of grain beside the dustpan. He threw the corn in his hand into the dustpan, got up and walked towards the little girl.

Fang Chang raised his eyebrows.

There is no hostility around the other party - that is the sign of killing and eating creatures that open up wisdom.

All sentient beings in the world, as long as they have opened their wisdom, they will all be entangled with cause and effect, and have joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, especially for human beings. If monsters often kill and eat human beings, they will be filled with hostility and resentment, entangled and blinded spirituality, until they become crazy and weak.

The man in front has clear eyes, although he is full of monster power, his aura is clean, he doesn't look like a villain.

Somewhat strange.

He walked a few steps in front of Yang Xiangyu, stretched out his hand, and the rope on the other party's body untied into a ball, and jumped into his hands. The man pulled the rope in his hand upside down, and said with a smile:

"Are you the tribute of Shangshan Village and Xiashan Village this year? Are you from Shangshan Village or Xiashan Village?"

"I am from Xiashan Village...you are the owner of the mountain?" The little girl moved her limbs that were sore and numb from being tied up for a long time. The answers are fluent.

"Exactly."

"Are you going to eat me?"

"Hahahahaha." The rough man walked to the edge of the hole, hung the coiled rope on a wooden wedge among a pile of tools, and laughed loudly: "Humans are not tasty, why should I eat you?"

"Then why do you want me to be a tribute?"

"The owner of this mountain has his own uses. In the days to come, don't complain about suffering and tiredness."

While speaking, the mountain lord walked up to the girl again and stretched out his hand.

To be on the safe side, Fang Chang didn't wait any longer, removed the effect of "Why meet each other before", and replaced it with the opposite effect of "No one in the world knows the king". With this effect, wherever you go, you will be in the field focus.

For a moment, the eyes of the monster and the little girl were involuntarily drawn to Fang Chang.

The outstretched hand of the monster stopped in the air, and the little girl said in surprise, "Uncle?"

Seeing that Fang Chang was holding the sword halfway out of its sheath, the blade was full of aura, and the sharp corners of his eyes hurt, the monster swallowed, and took a half step back:

"Stop the hero, stop for the time being, if you have something to say, say it well, if you have something to say..."

Thank you zzzzfl for your reward.