chewing dragon

Chapter 30
Seeing the two bare-bottomed bi-color boys crying like no one else, Qi Jingzhi, who had regained some strength, looked up silently, and it happened that Old Man also looked down,
One person and one mandrill exchanged a look with each other, and they understood each other's meaning in an instant.

Immediately, they each spotted a boy, and jumped on it without saying a word.

It's a pity that no matter whether it's the old Mandrill's fist or the young man's blade, all of them came to nothing.

The two ghost boys suddenly disappeared while crying.

Once they disappeared, they never appeared again.

Qi Jingzhi and Old Mandrill patrolled the yard for a long time, during which time they placed orders on purpose to lure the two boys into their hands, but they still saw nothing.

After a long time, one man and one mandrill returned to the tiger spirit's corpse, looked at each other, and shook their heads helplessly.

Old Mandrill pulled a flag out of nowhere, and bandaged the wound on his leg indiscriminately. The flag was covered with dark red blood stains.

Qi Jingzhi looked at the wound carefully, frowned uncontrollably, and said, "If senior has injured the fascia, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to move in the future. It's better to wait here for a day or two, and I'll go find a doctor outside the mountain." Come."

Hearing this, Old Mandrill shook his head without hesitation, and at the same time clenched his fists, pounding his solid chest.

Seeing its resolute attitude, Qi Jingzhi thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Senior used to work under the seat of the mountain god, so he must be well-informed, and he thinks he has the means to heal wounds."

He raised his finger to the east and continued: "There is a small village next to the mountain pass on the east side of Xiaosong Mountain. My home is on the highest hill in the west of the village. Besides me, there are my grandfather and an old yellow dog at home. If there is anything senior, you can come to my house and look for me."

Hearing the young man say a lot, Old Mandrill looked in the direction of his finger, then turned his head, grinned at the young man, and nodded while smiling.

Qi Jingzhi also laughed, and said in his mouth: "Senior, you should pass by the mountain behind my house. There are some pits and traps there. Although you can't hurt senior, please pay more attention. It is best to follow the mountain. walk on the path..."

After exhorting, the young man hesitated for a while, then pointed to the tiger spirit's corpse and asked, "Senior, is this corpse useful to you?"

Old Mandrill glanced at the tiger carcass, with a look of disgust on his face, shaking his head like a rattle.

Seeing this, Qi Jingzhi was both happy and worried: "I can use it, but unfortunately my strength is too weak to move it."

At this time, the young man couldn't help but think of Lu Yunzi, that fellow claimed to be good at carrying, so he was suitable for this job, but unfortunately, he had a bad intention and was already dead.

Old man scratched his head when he heard that, he had plenty of strength, but unfortunately his one leg was injured and his arms were still needed to walk, so he was helpless.

When he was in distress, Qi Jingzhi's stomach suddenly growled.

He looked up at the sky, and saw that it was almost noon.

When he met the fox saw tree, he didn't bother to eat breakfast, and he went through a series of fights, so he should be hungry no matter what.

Unexpectedly, the young man's stomach growled only twice, and the old Mandrill's stomach beside him also swelled.

Qi Jingzhi is an open-minded person, he doesn't take gains and losses very much in his heart, so he laughed out loud when he saw this.

"Senior, since you don't want this tiger carcass, and I can't take it away, I simply set it up and roast it. We can eat as much as we can! You and I wait while we eat. , happened to be slaughtered together, eliminating a great harm for the people of the world!"

After hearing this, Old Mandrill immediately showed joy on his face, bent his one leg, as if he wanted to jump up and down, but in the end he pulled the wound, grinning his teeth in pain.

Just do what you said, Qi Jingzhi immediately divided up the work and acted independently.

The old man went to collect some broken door panels and old furniture as firewood, and picked up some broken tablecloths and dead branches as firewood. Qi Jingzhi went back to his old business, skinning the tiger spirit and two fox spirits one by one with a sharp knife.

When skinning the tiger, Qi Jingzhi reconfirmed that it was a real tiger without any trace of a human body.

The bloody tiger skin that was peeled off was really just a tiger skin, except for its unusual size, there was also nothing unusual about it.

Then, Qi Jingzhi purposely cut open the tiger essence's stomach pouch and saw that there were rabbit bones and chicken feathers inside, so he nodded in satisfaction.

This beast has not eaten humans for many days, these hares, pheasants and the like are supposed to be filial to the old fox, which relieves Qi Jingzhi from worrying.

"Some people are born with a tiger's heart!"

When cutting tiger meat, the boy's heart always echoed the words of the ghost boy, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"This former Zen monk did not reveal his mastery and dharma name from the beginning to the end. He was obviously addicted to cannibalism. He was willing to stay in the temple in order to lose his skin. He would even tear off the tiger's skin even if he hurt himself. It shows that he finally Before turning into a tiger, there were still some thoughts of good and evil, and a heart of repentance deep in my heart."

"It's a pity that those ghosts refused to let him go. After all, he himself was deeply possessed and there was no cure. I still remember that when he mentioned the Zen tiger in those Zen stories, his face was full of envy. Maybe he A person... shouldn't be reincarnated as a human being."

Not long after, the young man and the old man lit a bonfire very neatly, and put half of a huge tiger leg on it.

In front of the ancient temples and halls in the deep mountains, the sky is bright, quiet and leisurely.

Qi Jingzhi stood beside the bonfire, slowly turning the tiger leg in his hand, his mind immersed and his eyes focused.

Perhaps the aftermath of igniting the blood of the soul has not yet completely passed. The young man is exhausted physically and mentally, but his heart is still a little abnormally excited, and his five senses are much sharper than usual, and he can easily perceive the subtle changes in front of him.

While the flames were rising, the firewood was crackling, and the tiger's legs were turning brown little by little, and the oil was constantly oozing out, and the fragrance gradually overflowed.

Old Mandrill sat on the ground beside him, watching the boy's movements intently, with a serene and quiet expression, without any trace of the ferocity of the previous fight.

During this process, neither the boy nor the old man made any sound.

"All right!"

After an unknown amount of time, Qi Jingzhi suddenly spoke, and at the same time lifted the tiger's leg vigorously with both arms, and handed it to Old Mandrill: "In order to chase that old fox, I lost all the bottles and jars, and only brought some salt with me. , seniors, don’t be disgusted.”

Old Mandrill's eyes lit up, but he shook his head and raised his finger to Qi Jingzhi's mouth.

When the young man saw this, he thought of his grandfather for no reason, and his heart was suddenly touched: "No wonder Master Meng said that the mountain god can control and educate the monsters in the mountain. Looking at it now, it is true. The senior in front of me is more powerful than many people." It's more like a person."

He immediately laughed, and no longer being polite, he straightly lifted the tiger leg to his lips, opened his mouth to bite it, then shook his head violently, and immediately tore off a long strip of flesh.

While chewing, he handed the tiger leg to Old Mandrill again.

This time, Old Mandrill didn't refuse any more, he stretched out his palm as big as a cattail fan to take it, and imitating the boy, he also tore off a large piece of tiger meat fiercely, stuffing his bloody mouth full.

As it bites down, there is a large gap visible to the naked eye on the tiger's leg, and even the bones in the depths can be seen.

Qi Jingzhi saw it, and without further ado, he took out half of the tiger's leg and put it on the fire, then sat down on his buttocks, and began to chew.

The outer skin of the tiger meat has been roasted crispy, but the meat inside is still firm and chewy.

After one bite of meat, not only did he not feel satisfied, but he became hungry while eating, and the more he ate, the hungrier he became, as if his stomach and intestines were urging him to overeat.

After three or five mouthfuls, a large strip of tiger meat disappeared into Qi Jingzhi's mouth.

He sucked the fat off his fingers, looked eagerly at the tiger legs on the shelf, and the bowel rumbling sounded again.

At this moment, a fluffy white paw was stretched out in front of him, with a piece of delicious tiger meat sandwiched between the two fingers.

Qi Jingzhi's eyes lit up, and he grabbed it unceremoniously, before he was about to thank him, his expression suddenly changed.

The next moment, the boy and the old man suddenly turned their heads and looked at the stone steps in front of the temple not far away.

(End of this chapter)