I have such a weird idea, mainly inspired by what I found in the pig pen last night.
Generally speaking, wild boars in the mountains live in groups, but there are exceptions. Once those lone wild boars reach the estrus period, they will sneak into the homes of farmers in the village in the middle of the night, break down the doors, and interact with the pigs.
Domestic pigs in pens are a good thing.
Cases like this are common in our hometown.
After hearing my plan, my uncle pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, you guys stay guard in the mountains, and I'll lead the pigs right away!"
After saying that, he led a group of villagers back. Wang Jie, who had lived in the city since he was a child, didn't understand my plan, so he pestered me and asked me questions. When I explained the truth clearly, he was immediately aroused.
Smiling bitterly, "Are you sure this method will work?"
I sighed and said, "You have to try it to know whether it works or not. That's all I can do for now."
Chen Xuan came over with a faint smile, nodded lightly at me and said, "This is a good idea, layman. The wild boar spirit lives in the mountains all year round and is very familiar with the terrain. If we directly take people into the mountains to search, let alone whether it can be done."
If you find its traces, even if you find it, it can still escape by relying on its familiarity with the terrain. It is better to lead it out of the mountain and catch the turtle in an urn."
I smiled at him politely, modestly at first, then shook my head and said that we are all young people, so there is no need to be too formal. I call you Chen Xuanyi, and you don’t need to worry about what layman I am, just call me by my first name.
Bar.
He smiled, looking a bit shy, his face was as gentle as jade, and his smile was like a ray of warm sunshine. He nodded and said that this was not a bad idea.
Before the villagers came back, I made an excuse to chat with Chen Xuanyi and asked about his apprenticeship. As far as I know, Qingcheng Mountain is a holy place for spiritual practice in the southwest of us, bordering Jinguan City. There are many sects, including monks and Taoists.
Chen Xuanyi said that he came from Laojun Pavilion and was a disciple of the headmaster. I was shocked after hearing this and quickly handed him over and said, "It turns out that he is a disciple of the headmaster of Laojun Pavilion. I was really disrespectful before!"
Speaking of Qingcheng Mountain, most people may first think of the two green snakes and white snakes in "The Legend of White Snake" who are active in film and television dramas all year round. However, those who have entered this industry know very well that Qingcheng Mountain is the symbol of Taoism in my country. One of the birthplaces, it is very prestigious in the art.
Laojun Pavilion is the largest Taoist sect among them, and the true leader's disciple has a distinguished status in the world.
He smiled as usual, interrupted my polite words without being arrogant, and said that there were five disciples under his master, and he was the youngest and the least qualified one. It was because of this that he decided to travel down the mountain.
In my mind, I didn't expect that I would end up with a fellow traveler before I even left the Southwest. It was really a blessing.
He talked about four words - a person of the same Taoism. Obviously he saw some secrets in me. I didn't hide it. I nodded happily and said, "I have indeed learned some cultivation methods here, but they are all
These are the inheritance of family knowledge, which really cannot reach the level of elegance."
He chuckled, shook his head, looked at me with a very mysterious look, but said nothing.
At this time, Wang Jie couldn't hold it any longer and quickly interrupted us, saying that you two should stop playing riddles and talk about what to do next.
I told Wang Jie not to worry, and to wait until the villagers came back to make the calculation.
After waiting for nearly an hour, the uncle finally drove his old sow into the mountain. It looked like a huge beast, with its towering pig ears fanning like a futon and a tuft of white hair on its head.
As far as I know, this sow has been raised by my uncle for five or six years, specially used for breeding. She has been eating and drinking well for several years, and has been raised to be very fat and healthy. Seven or eight men are holding the pig.
Even a pig rope may not be able to pull it.
It was obviously the first time for Wang Jie to see such a big pig. He immediately opened his mouth and said, "Oh my God, this thing is scarier than the lion in the zoo."
This statement made Chen Xuan and I look at each other and smile. Ordinary people raise pigs and they will be ready for slaughter in eight to ten months, but in real pig farms, they will be ready for slaughter in three months. To put it bluntly, the city
What people here can eat is mostly underage pork.
A truly adult sow is no weaker than a lion or tiger. Once this thing returns to the mountains and forests, it only takes two or three generations to return to its natural form as a beast. So despite how naive this thing looks, if it really gets mad, it will take five years.
Six gentlemen may not be able to control it.
The uncle first asked someone to tie the old sow to a tree. Then he came over and asked me how to do it. I pondered for a while and asked him if he had brought a fishing net? He said he had, so I hurriedly asked for the fishing net.
He climbed into several nearby trees, made a simple trap using fishing nets, and asked them to lead the sow under the fishing nets, and then led the people back into the forest.
After I finished, I looked at the time. It was now around 11 o'clock at night. Logically speaking, the wild boar spirit should have come out to look for food, so I told the people around me not to make any noise, and to stay quiet in the forest, and then turned off the phone.
Everything that shines.
It was quiet in the deep mountains, with the bright starry sky above our heads. A group of us lay down in the depths of the jungle, each of us holding a head and a hatchet in our hands, paying close attention to the plants and trees around us.
After waiting for almost half an hour, Wang Jie became a little restless. Mosquitoes in this mountain are very fierce and powerful. After smelling human scent, they immediately surrounded our heads, buzzing and noisy, and then looked for opportunities to suck blood.
The bite is like a bump, which makes people itchy and unbearable.
Wang Jie had never suffered like this before, and he suddenly became impatient. He pushed the soil on my shoulders several times and said why there was no movement. Will this method of yours work?
I didn't say anything. I raised my index finger to my mouth to signal Wang Jie not to make any noise. Then I turned around to look at Chen Xuanyi. This guy was meditating with his back against the tree trunk as if no one else was around. He was completely unstained, not even mosquitoes flying around him.
Wherever he goes, he will automatically avoid it, which makes me wonder for a while.
At this moment, there was a sudden rustling sound in the forest, and I smelled a particularly strong fishy smell. My heart shuddered, and I quickly turned back to look at the bushes. Deep in the forest between them, a large number of old leaves were rustling and shaking.
But there was no wind, and at the same time there was a vague smell in the air, which made people's noses itch and felt very uncomfortable.
The old sow, which was walking quietly in the valley and foraging for food, seemed to sense something. Suddenly it raised its head and looked motionlessly in a certain direction in the forest, and made "humming" sounds from time to time.
The sound pushed the hoof back unnaturally.
This calmness lasted for about three seconds, and then slight vibrations began to be heard in the forest. Under the night, a huge creature, black and shiny like water, slowly appeared from the forest with two glowing eyes staring at it.
Like a moving mountain of meat, a row of shrubs collapsed wherever it passed.
Coming!
My heart tightened, and I looked at the direction of the black shadow with some surprise. In my sight, a giant wild boar that was about 1.5 meters tall and stretched more than two meters slowly appeared under the shade of the trees. This guy was all long and tall.
It has a hard and long mane, and a tuft of light brown hair on its head, softly covering its proboscis, revealing a bunch of yellow eyes.
The two fangs were half exposed, like polished knives, curved in an arc, thrust straight into the sky, and shone like fine iron under the night.