My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Zhang Hao was a little surprised.

"Such a big thing happened in Xianglu Village, shouldn't you report it to your great witch as soon as possible?"

Or is it that Yinhui doesn't trust him, so he wants to monitor him?

"I just want to go back later... Maybe I won't come back to a place like this in the future. I'll take this opportunity to take a closer look."

Yinhui turned to face the dilapidated village and said with a sigh of relief: "To be honest, when I saw the villagers disappearing with my own eyes, I was not very sad. On the contrary, I was happy for them. The annual purification ceremony not only hurts the clan leader. , it also hurts the villagers."

The days of relying on rituals to survive were finally over.

"Well, I understand, come with me."

Zhang Hao grabbed a handful of soil from under the village plaque, went to the creek in the distance to get a ladle of water, and took Yinhui to the mountain gate path.

"What do you want Huang Tu and Xi Shui to do?"

"Do you know why people who live far away from home always like to use the expression 'inacclimated to the local environment' when they get sick?"

"Hmm... Are you looking for an excuse for your weak body and fragile psychological quality?"

"what?"

Zhang Hao was surprised and funny at the same time, "Do you think so?"

"That's true from a scientific point of view, but it doesn't rule out that this is true..."

It's really unconvincing for a witch to explain a strange phenomenon from a scientific perspective.

Even she didn't believe it herself and couldn't hold back her laughter.

"Well, I'm just thinking about whether I can get used to this kind of life after I'm no longer a miko. It seems I'm not good enough yet."

"Water and soil support people. Water and soil are both fundamental and spiritual."

Zhang Hao offered soil and water in front of the incense burner, grabbed a large handful of incense, counted them one by one, and finally took out a large handful and lit them in one breath.

The incense burned, making the morning sky paler.

Yinhui saw him lighting so many incense and was really confused.

"Why did you order so many?"

It seems that the more of this thing, the better? It seems that for the Central Plains people, the numbers of incense have a clear meaning. Is there any difference between this and three incense sticks?

Zhang Hao did not answer. He kowtowed respectfully to the sacred mountain and muttered something.

"Going up to Tianchuan, there are mysterious delicacies at the bottom; the crane returns to the left, and the purple grows to the right. I respect the mountain god. If you don't know its sound, your soul will return to the bliss."

After speaking, he poured the water and soil onto the ground.

It is strange to say that after the water and soil fell down, they were absorbed by the earth in an instant, without any trace left.

Zhang Hao was still kneeling and did not move.

He seemed to be waiting for something, a special signal.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the distance, and the raised yellow sand confused Yinhui's eyes.

She raised her arms to cover her face, but her ears caught a sound of... birdsong among the noisy rustling of leaves?

Yes, it’s birdsong!

This sacred mountain that has been deposited for three hundred years actually has living creatures!

Yinhui was so shocked that he forgot to blink, but Zhang Hao unexpectedly stood up, patted the dirt on his knees, and picked up his backpack.

"You can go into the mountains now."

"You...what did you just do?"

Seeing her dull look, Zhang Hao knew that she would not return to normal unless he explained clearly, so he had to put down his backpack and be prepared to be questioned by her.

"Let me answer your first question first: Why do you want thirteen incense sticks?"

"Yeah!" Yinhui nodded hard, his eyes extremely sincere and serious. Zhang Hao couldn't help but wonder, when the great witch taught her lessons, was she also so serious?

"We always like to use the three words 'human beings, ghosts and gods' to represent all things in the world. One branch respects heaven and earth, one respects ghosts and gods, and one protects one's own destiny. But six or nine branches are not a bad idea. They are nothing more than protecting two and three generations. The difference in fortune is that most people cannot bear to consume so much. These thirteen incense sticks represent complete merit and virtue, and the deceased can leave peacefully."

"But aren't we going to save Shenshan? Why did we let Him 'leave'?"

"Do you remember what I just said?"

Yin Hui glanced upwards, thinking hard.

"What about up, down, left, and right, and the God of God Mountain, the bliss of heaven, and so on?"

Those words were so obscure that it was natural for people who heard them for the first time not to remember them.

"I took the soil and water from the village and offered it to the mountain, so that the mountain god could know from it that Xianglu Village has been freed from the curse. Regardless of whether it is south or north, there will no longer be people from Xianglu Village in this world. They have lost their souls. Return to ultimate happiness, you can also..."

He doesn't have to worry about his children not being able to keep up or getting lost... He can move forward.

Yinhui had already understood Zhang Hao's intention, and his cheerful mood turned dull.

She really doesn't plan to come here again in the future. No matter how calm and calm it looks on the surface, every plant and tree here has the shadow of Xue Ji, and she can't forget it.

"Did you hear the birds chirping from the sacred mountain just now?"

"Well, why are there birds chirping suddenly?"

After all, after being sealed for three hundred years, can any bird live for three hundred years?

Or is that a bird flying from outside? So fast?

Zhang Hao figured out what she was thinking from Yinhui's expression and replied: "Those are the descendants of the mountain god. He is telling me: OK."

Yinhui looked up at the sacred mountain, smiled and said: "Listening to what you said, it seems that the mountain god is also a gentle existence. So what should we do next?"

"After all, the curse is a bad magnetic field. It has been hovering on the sacred mountain for three hundred years and will definitely breed many cancers. The first thing we have to do is to remove the cancers on the sacred mountain one by one."

He picked up his bag again and plunged into the mountains without looking back.

Yinhui looked up and followed resolutely.

At this moment, there are no more black and purple clouds and lightning in the mountain forest. The warm light penetrates through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkles little golden light on the floor covered with broken branches and dead leaves.

Zhang Hao stepped on it and made a clicking sound.

At this time, the sacred mountain seemed to be the most inconspicuous and ordinary mountain forest among the hundreds of thousands of mountains, but Yinhui felt a little emotional.

She reached out and touched the tree trunk next to her, smiling sincerely.

That’s great, let’s move forward together.

quack-

A hoarse bird call came, disturbing Yinhui's moment of peace.

She hurriedly looked at Zhang Hao and saw him putting his hands behind his ears, closing his eyes and listening intently.

"Dongfang..." After Zhang Hao listened, he decisively turned to Dongfang and said, "There is a cancer in Dongfang."

The last time they entered the mountain, they had a clear goal and were guided by the dark clouds on the top of the mountain, so they did not lose their way.

But now, in the jungle-like rain forest, we are looking for a "cancer" in the east... we don't know what it looks like. What should we do?

Yinhui couldn't help but start to worry, what if they got lost in the mountains? While she was meditating, Zhang Hao had jumped onto a huge fallen tree stump and stretched out his hand to her below:

"We are now guests invited by the mountain god to catch insects. We won't get lost. Come on."

Although the spiritual energy of this sacred mountain is stagnant and has not yet awakened, there are no evil spirits causing trouble and the danger level is greatly reduced. This is one of the reasons why she agreed to let Yinhui follow.

Let her remember the beauty of this sacred mountain.

Yinhui understood Zhang Hao's emotions from his gentle eyes, and a corner of his heart that was as solid as ice could not help but melt a little.

Since her birth, words such as "Xiangluzhai", "Sacred Mountain" and "Curse" have appeared constantly in her life. There was no happy life in the same year, only boring study and practice day after day. Everyone said that her destiny was to "purify".

All along, the great witch has strictly taught her to keep her mission in mind. Her mother has taught her not to meddle in other people's business and not to invest too much emotion. Xueji has also warned her time and time again not to get too involved with the people in Xianglu Village... everyone It is said that this is an ominous place. Unless you are selected to perform a purification ceremony, do not think of it or mention it.

But only the person in front of her gently told her to remember everything she saw.

She even felt that while Zhang Hao was conveying the wishes of the sacred mountain all the time, he was also telling her that you can love this gentle mountain.

Yinhui raised his arm towards the sun and held the warm hand.
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The "cancer" is a large swamp with no grass growing. Dirty bubbles emerge from the mud from time to time, emitting bursts of stench.

"How do we purify this? Do we need to bring this sludge out of the sacred mountain bit by bit?"

"This is just the sacred mountain that materializes the cancer for the convenience of you and me, mortals. It can not only turn into swamps, but also ferocious beasts, or even a person."

Yinhui was shocked again.

She heard the concept of sacred mountains and mountain gods from Zhang Hao more than once, but after studying witchcraft for more than ten years, she had never heard that mountains have "souls". At most, she only heard adults say that the saint is from the sacred mountain. Daughter or something.

"Then what kind of existence is the 'mountain god' you call?"

Too many people have asked this type of question, and naturally there are many answers.

"This is the mountain god." Zhang Hao randomly picked up a half-yellow leaf from the ground and said, "Every plant, tree, flower, and tree here may be the incarnation of the mountain god. Now, we are standing on the body of the mountain god. ."

"ah!"

Yinhui let out a low cry and subconsciously raised her feet, but she forgot that people can't fly, so the result was just a little jump.

"Okay, I'm teasing you, stand far away and watch quietly."

Yinhui held his hands in front of him and watched Zhang Hao quietly as he walked to the edge of the swamp.

Of course she knew that those words were not a joke, it was just that he didn't want others to feel uncomfortable because of him.

I saw Zhang Hao drawing a bunch of incomprehensible symbols on the ground beside the swamp. Then he went elsewhere and drew another symbol that was completely different, but felt the same.

- Soothing.

After she saw those symbols, she felt her whole body relaxed, and the tension caused by the mountain god issue disappeared.

My mother once said that beautiful things always make you feel beautiful, whether you understand them or not.

The same is true for Zhang Hao in front of him.

It was like she had a dream.

In the dream, the dirty swamp was purified by the spell, and turned into golden light points flying into the sky.

Green grass buds sprouted from the withered earth and grew into waist-high bushes in an instant. Colorful butterflies were flying in the grass, playing with the looming sun spots blown by the breeze.

Her eyes almost turned red, and she just wished that she would wake up from this dream slower.

Snapped--

A snap of fingers sounded in front of her face, and Yinhui was awakened. She almost subconsciously wanted to embrace everything in front of her, hoping that they would not disappear.

But she fell into Zhang Hao's arms. In an instant, the fresh herbal fragrance hit her face, like some kind of indescribable god coming out of the mountains.

Zhang Hao was also stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Ah? I... I'm sorry." Yinhui quickly withdrew from his arms and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I thought I was dreaming. How could there be butterflies in this newly revived mountain -"

A few butterflies danced gracefully, passing in front of her eyes, stirring up the wind in the mountain stream.

Yinhui was stunned, why were there really butterflies?

At this moment, a big warm hand fell on Yinhui's head - it was Zhang Hao.

He patted Yinhui's head gently like an elder comforting a child, "This is Dashan's reward for you, a good boy."

After he finished speaking, he continued walking toward the mountain without giving Yinhui any more explanation.

Yin Hui stayed in place motionless, with a slight blush on his bright eyes and white teeth.

After that, Zhang Hao listened to several more announcements from the family members of the mountain gods.

Some are birds, some are rabbits, and some are a naughty tree, stretching out soft vines to guide the direction.

It took Zhang Hao more than a day to remove all the cancerous tumors in the mountain.

"Is it finally over?" In just one day, Yinhui seemed to have experienced some unspeakable devastation.

Who can tell him why this man is so energetic?

I ran for more than a day in front of and behind the mountain without stopping. When I was exhausted, I only drank water and ate some dry food. From time to time, I looked back at her and asked, "Do you want to rest?" "Do you want to go down the mountain first?"

Yinhui was dissatisfied and followed him from beginning to end, almost passing by.

She leaned against the tree stump and beat her sore calves, "Why aren't you tired?"

Zhang Hao took a sip of water and smiled without saying a word.

This is a little secret between him and the mountain god.

Since he became a mountain driver, he has taken many herbal medicines and his body has accumulated a lot of spiritual energy. He has a very good affinity with the spiritual energy in the mountains.

In other words, even if he doesn't eat or drink, he can live for a long time relying on the aura of the mountain. In turn, it might be better to understand him as a ginseng that has become a spirit.

Yinhui leaned back casually and stretched her arms back naturally, but there was a sudden pain in the palm of her hand, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Ah! What is this?"

She raised her hand, and there was a red mark in the shape of a four-leaf clover on the palm of her hand, as if it had been carved out of some hard object.

But under her hand, it was clearly a soft leaf.

"do not move!"

Zhang Hao hurried over and held her wrist.

The moment the two came into contact, Yinhui felt a surge of energy and blood, and her face became very hot. She thought that she was blushing now.

Fortunately, Zhang Hao didn't notice. He was looking intently at the leaf under Yinhui's palm.

That small leaf is obviously tender green, but its texture is very hard. If you feel it carefully, it seems to exude a faint bitter fragrance.

From Yinhui's point of view, Zhang Hao was just looking at the leaves carefully at this time. But in fact, the [Mountain Travel Notes] in Zhang Hao's mind was already turning pages rapidly.

Wisps of golden light flashed past, and finally stopped on the page with the most golden light. (End of chapter)