In the village at the foot of the mountain, the Zhang family was originally the poorest.
Today.
Zhang Heng went to Hushan to practice cultivation, leaving early and returning late.
Every time I come back, I either bring a hare or a pheasant.
Seven days in a row.
Everyone's mouths were full of oil after eating, and the third sister, who was originally as skinny as a stick, had a little more color on her face.
Just as Zhang Heng felt.
Things will continue to develop like this.
Early in the morning.
A burst of crying broke the calm.
"Who's out there?"
The third sister is feeding chickens in the yard.
As I was feeding, I seemed to hear crying outside the door.
"Um?"
The door opens.
Sister Zhang took a closer look.
Enter the eyes.
Standing at the door was a little girl dressed in black and crying.
"you..."
The third sister was about to ask who you are. As she spoke, she saw a pair of tiger ears on the little girl's head.
A moment.
The third sister's heart skipped a beat.
A little girl of seven or eight years old, dressed in black and wearing tiger ears.
Isn't this the little tiger my fourth brother talked about?
"elder sister..."
Hu Mengmeng wiped her eyes with her sleeves and sobbed: "Is this Zhang Heng's house?"
"Yes, yes..." The third sister swallowed, with a trembling tone in her voice: "You, you are the little mountain god on the mountain?"
Hu Mengmeng nodded with tears in her eyes.
"Mengmeng, why are you here?"
Zhang Heng is lighting a fire in the backyard.
He came immediately after hearing the noise in front of him.
"Zhang Heng..."
Saw Zhang Heng.
Hu Mengmeng cried immediately: "The statue collapsed."
"The statue collapsed!"
Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment: "Your father..."
Hu Mengmeng nodded while crying.
See her like this.
Zhang Heng fell into silence.
He had long realized that something was wrong with Hushan God's situation.
Before, he saw that the statue of the god was dim and dull, and he could not even use the statue to show his holiness. He guessed that the Hushan God was either seriously injured or in danger.
"Zhang Heng, father, he, he..."
Hu Mengmeng sobbed: "Did you die?"
Zhang Heng did not answer.
But everyone with a discerning eye knows that the statue is the second body of the god and will not collapse for no reason.
Thinking of the Hushan God's conquest of Beihai and the crusade against the Star Sect, it is no accident that the Hushan God was ambushed and died on the battlefield.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Zhang Heng said nothing.
Hu Mengmeng cried like a human being because she also guessed the ending.
"If you don't cry, if you don't cry, you will cry like a little cat." Seeing Hu Mengmeng crying non-stop, the third sister's motherly nature overflowed, and she hurriedly held Hu Mengmeng in her arms.
But how can this be coaxed well?
Hu Mengmeng cried so hard that she was out of breath, with runny nose and tears.
"The child may be a good child, but his life is miserable."
Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.
Pointing out a finger, it hit Hu Mengmeng's forehead.
The cute tiger tilted its head.
In the blink of an eye, he lost his human body, turned back into the appearance of a little white tiger, and fell asleep in the arms of the third sister.
"Third sister."
"The God of Hushan is currently on an expedition to Beihai under orders from the imperial court."
"The statue collapsed. If nothing else, the God of Hushan should have died in the battle."
Zhang Heng gave a few words of warning and then said: "Let's put Mengmeng on the bed first. I'll go to Hushan and bring something back."
The third sister nodded like she was pecking at rice.
He carried Hu Mengmeng into the house.
Zhang Heng was not in a hurry to leave.
Instead, he walked around the house twice, opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of white mist.
This white mist is also magical.
It is divided into two channels, one on the left and one on the right, flying around the eaves.
After flying around for a few times, it turned into a pale white Tai Chi diagram, landed upside down over the Zhang family's old house, and then disappeared without a trace.
tread...
Done all this.
Zhang Heng stepped lightly on the ground and disappeared without a trace.
When you show up again.
Already standing outside the Tiger Temple.
"really."
Zhang Heng looked up.
It was as if an earthquake had occurred in the Tiger Temple. The original palace buildings collapsed in pieces.
He bent down and walked into the hall.
The statue of Hushan God was completely shattered from the waist up, and even the pair of black maces held in the hands of the statue lay on the ground as if no one cared about it.
"Come, come, come..."
Zhang Heng used the summoning method and waved gently to the black mace.
The next second.
The black mace flew upside down from the ground, landed in his hand, and soon became the size of a toothpick.
Zhang Heng put away his ace and continued walking inside.
Not long after.
When he came to the inner hall, he repeated his old trick and turned the spiritual jade platform into the size of a cigarette box, and put it into his pocket along with the black mace.
"The Ghost Token!"
Go all the way in.
Arriving at the treasure house, thousands of ghost tokens were originally enshrined here.
Each token represents a ghost transformed by the Hushan God. Thousands of ghosts added together are equivalent to thousands of soldiers and horses.
Today.
The Ghost Token seemed to have been burned by fire, and the writing on it was blurred.
Zhang Heng knows this without even thinking about it.
With the fall of the Hushan God, these ghosts who worked for the tiger also disappeared.
"receive!"
Zhang Heng stopped and walked.
Collect all the treasures in the treasury to prevent anyone from coming to attack the autumn wind
"What?"
"The God of Hushan is dead?"
"How did you die?"
"Without the Tiger Mountain God, will the Little Mountain God still be the Little Mountain God?"
After half a stick of incense.
Zhang Heng left and came back.
As soon as they entered the yard, they saw Brother Zhang standing in the yard and said in surprise: "Are we going to have no more pheasants and hares to eat in the future?"
Eyes facing each other.
Zhang Heng glanced at his second brother and entered the room without saying a word.
Brother Zhang was stunned for a moment and muttered: "Why, did I say something wrong?"
Snap...
Hear the sound.
Zhang's mother, who was sitting at the side chopping wild vegetables, suddenly threw a pot of chicken food at her second brother.
The second brother was splashed all over him, and he was shocked and said aggrievedly: "I'm telling the truth. Is it okay to tell the truth?"
Hear the movement behind you.
Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.
He, the cheap second brother, is lazy and selfish.
Now that the little tiger's father is dead, he is only worried about having no pheasants to eat in the future.
Human beings are ruthless.
Why is this happening?
"Back."
inside the room.
The little tiger was lying on the earthen bed, and the third sister was fanning her beside her to prevent her from getting too hot.
The other side.
Father Zhang stood in the corner with a sad face.
"Although God Hushan has spoken out about the situation, the Dali Dynasty is still there."
"The God of Hushan was ordered by Dali to go to Beihai. He died before his ambition was fulfilled. There should be some explanation from the government."
Zhang Heng understood Zhang's father's sorrow: "If nothing happens, there should be a reward in a few days, and the throne of the Tiger Mountain God will most likely fall on Mengmeng."
"Is it possible?"
Father Zhang was a little unsure.
After all, in his opinion, Hu Mengmeng is just a child.
Who would canonize a child as a mountain god? Isn't this nonsense?
"pretty close."
"What Lihuang wants to do is to create possibility out of the impossible."
"In my opinion, Mengmeng will not only become a mountain god, but her temple and her jurisdiction will be even bigger than the Hushan God."
"This is not about fighting for one's breath, but about letting everyone in the world know that human will can defeat God."
Zhang Heng didn't understand Emperor Li.
But he understands the heart of a strong man and understands what Emperor Li wants to do.
It's just that Father Zhang couldn't understand this, and sighed with a frown: "I wanted to marry off your third sister and find a wife for your second brother when life would be better. I'm afraid it will be difficult now."
Zhang Heng didn't see it that way, and murmured with a pun: "Blessings and misfortunes, how can we say it for certain."
Finished.
Zhang Heng looked at the little tiger again and thought to himself: "It's not that I'm cruel, but that after your father goes away, some things will become easier to handle."
night...
"Zhang Junyi?"
It's just getting dark.
Along with a series of footsteps, there was a knock on the door: "Are you at home? Open the door quickly."
"Who is it?"
Hearing the shouting outside, Zhang's father put on his clothes and said, "It's so late, can't we tell you something tomorrow?"
"tomorrow?"
"Who will wait with you tomorrow?"
People outside shouted: "I am the village chief, please open the door quickly."
"village head?"
The door opens.
Enter the eyes.
There were five people standing outside the door.
Father Zhang didn't know any of the others, but the leader was familiar. Who else could he be if he wasn't the head of Xiashan Village?
"Zhang Junyi, is the little mountain god at your house?"
The village chief was holding a lantern in his hand and was about to rush inside.
"Village Chief, what are you..."
Father Zhang quickly stopped him.
It was already dark, and the whole family was under the covers.
How do you meet your wife and children?
"Zhang Junyi, you are so brave."
Seeing Zhang's father blocking him.
A man carrying a stick said: "The little mountain god is missing, and the temple's blessing is going crazy. You kidnapped the little mountain god to your home. What do you want to do?"
"Where is this?"
Father Zhang said: "The little mountain god came by himself, there is no way he was kidnapped."
The man refused and said, "Admit it, hand over the little mountain god quickly, or I'll give you a few sticks. Look at your old arms and legs, but don't blame me for killing you."
"What's the fuss about?"
Don't wait to take action.
Zhang Heng came out holding the little tiger.
"Little mountain god!"
Seeing the cute tiger in Zhang Heng's arms, the man's eyes lit up and he stepped forward.
"slow."
Zhang Heng shouted softly: "The little mountain god went to sleep. Before going to bed, she said that Wang Miaozhu might come looking for her at night. Where is Wang Miaozhu?"
"this..."
The four men looked at each other.
Wang Miaozhu went to the county town to find out what happened to Hushan God, but he is not here at the moment.
"Wang Miao Zhu didn't come, did he?"
Zhang Heng glanced at him: "If you don't come, just go back. The little mountain god was in a bad mood today. It took a lot of effort to coax her to sleep. If I leave it to you, the little mountain god woke up halfway and didn't see Wang Miaozhu. She
When she gets angry, how many of your lives are enough for her to survive."
"this..."
Think of the legend about tigers eating people.
The four of them immediately did not dare to move forward.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree.
No matter how young a tiger is, he is still a monster. Who dares to play tricks on this matter?
"Ouch..."
Maybe it was because Zhang Heng was uncomfortable in the hug.
Hu Mengmeng twisted her body and put her chin on Zhang Heng's shoulder.
"See it."
Zhang Heng touched the fur on the little tiger's back: "The little mountain god said that he should see Wang Miaozhu when he wakes up. If he can't see anyone, it will be difficult for you."
"this..."
You look at me, I look at you.
The four of them all murmured in their hearts. No one dared to take the little tiger back like this: "Wang Miao Zhu should be back at dawn. How about we wait until Wang Miao Zhu comes back?"
"I think it will work."
As soon as someone suggested it, others immediately agreed: "Wang Miaozhu asked us to find the little mountain god, but he didn't say that we must take him back. Now that the little mountain god has been found, we can go back and make business."
You say something, I say something.
Looking at Hu Mengmeng who is sleeping soundly.
The four of them held short sticks, and no one dared to say anything about taking her away, and she slipped away in the blink of an eye.
When I saw that the real owners were gone.
The village chief glanced at the little white tiger and hurriedly said polite words: "They say you look older at the age of eight, Junyi, your fourth son will be promising at first glance. If you want to become rich in the future, don't forget about the village."
"Definitely."
Father Zhang said with a smile: "In a village, two families cannot speak the same language."
"Go back to sleep quickly."
"It's so late at night, so annoying."
The village chief left with a friendly look on his face.
He had also heard before that Zhang Heng fell in love with the little mountain god and brought hares home from the Tiger God Mountain.
I didn't care much in my heart, I still wanted to wait for Mr. Shanjun to come back and see how the old Zhang family would end up.
Watch again today.
I'm afraid Shan Junye will die.
A country cannot be without a king for a day, and a mountain cannot be without a god for a day.
From now on, if the little mountain god is in charge...
The village chief looked back three times: "Maybe, the old Zhang family will still have a market rise."