Soft and cute female mage

Chapter 11 People who don’t deserve to hear stories

When Fang Ling came to the mountain temple, several children were chatting and discussing who would go to the mountain temple to find friends.

Several people looked at Fang Ling, and although they felt that she was not an adult, she was still older than themselves.So Fang Ling was asked to help.

Although the sun was scorching outside, and the pale and pale sun was blinding people's eyes, but the mountain temple was cool and cool, and it felt as if the cool air could penetrate into the bones along the pores.

Fang Ling has had a keen sense of spirituality since he was a child, and he felt something was wrong when he stepped into this mountain temple just now.

This place is a temple anyway, but even the enshrined statues don't feel solemn and solemn, and it makes people feel a bit gloomy after staring at it for a while.

There is only one room in total here, and the statues and Buddhist altars occupy half of the room, and the half of the room at the entrance, even if there are many people who offer incense, they can't stand up, where are there any children?
A group of children couldn't find their friends. They were all like headless flies, spinning in circles, not knowing what to do.

Fang Ling couldn't help but suggest: "Maybe Xiao Shuan went home first, why don't you go to his house and have a look."

The children didn't have any backbone, and after playing for a long time, they were tired and hungry. When someone said this, they thought it made sense, so they chased each other and ran away quickly.

Only the child who stayed at the head did not leave.

Fang Ling couldn't help but wonder, "Why don't you leave?"

"I am Xiao Shuan's brother. I have to wait for Xiao Shuan here."

Fang Ling didn't care about him, he just took the bag, went into the temple, picked up a few futons and put them under his buttocks, then untied the bag and started eating.

She has driven nearly twenty miles of mountain roads in the past half day, and she has not had time to eat in the future.

The child saw her sitting in the mountain temple and followed her in. He sat cross-legged next to her and asked:
"Aren't you going?"

Fang Ling answered while eating dry food, "I'm waiting for someone, and I won't be able to leave for a while."

Then he handed a piece of cake to the child, "Would you like to eat it?"

The child looked at the pancakes, curled his lips, shook his head and said, "Do you listen to stories?"

Fang Ling didn't care. Being alone was boring anyway, so it was good to have someone to tell stories to.

The child began to speak seriously:
"It is said that there was a family living in the mountains. There was a mother and two daughters at home. The mother was going out for a few days, so she asked her two daughters to look after the house."

Fang Ling couldn't help but wonder: "Why not bring your two daughters with you?"

"Because they are left to look after the house."

"What's so good about their house? Is it rich?"

"Maybe, anyway, that's how it's told in the story." The child was a little impatient.

Fang Ling thought about it for a while, "That's not right, rich people live in the city, who still lives in the mountains?"

The child said angrily, "Are you still listening?"

Fang Ling heard the words and had no choice but to let him continue talking.

"My mother said that she asked grandma to come to the house to keep her company when it got dark. But the two of them waited around and couldn't wait. It wasn't until it was almost dark that they heard someone knocking on the door."

Fang Ling interrupted and asked, "Is grandma here?"

The kid smiled and said, "Guess."

Fang Ling couldn't help but shudder when he looked at the child's smiling face, then shook his head and stopped talking.

The child continued: "My sister quickly opened the door, and grandma came in with a smile and touched my sister's head..."

"Wait, then grandma didn't bring anything delicious to the sisters?"

"what?"

The little boy didn't respond.

Fang Ling said to himself: "This grandma is too ignorant, how can she not bring something delicious for her granddaughter?

Every time my grandma comes to visit me, she brings delicious food with her.The fragrant taro cake, the sweet glutinous rice cake, the kind that can stick to the teeth after one bite, and..."

The child couldn't bear it anymore, and said loudly: "Bring it, bring it!"

"What have you brought?"

"Popcorn! More on that later! Are you listening or not?"

Seeing that he had angered the child again, Fang Ling quickly covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Listen!"

This time Fang Ling endured and didn't interrupt the child until he talked about his sister bringing the baked potatoes by the stove to grandma, and finally couldn't help but say:
"This potato is absolutely undercooked, it will cause diarrhea after eating it.

Anyone who knows the business knows, how can baked potatoes be baked on the side of the stove?They have to be buried with hot charcoal ash, covered with red-hot charcoal, and turned over after a while, so that the potatoes that are baked out are the most fragrant. "

How could that child want to listen to her rambling on about these tips for roasting potatoes?He stood up angrily and shouted: "People like you don't deserve to hear stories!"

"Why are you still so angry?"

Fang Ling was a little innocent, but suddenly he turned around and asked, "Why aren't you worried about your brother?"

The child didn't expect Fang Ling to ask such a question suddenly, and said, "I... Maybe he's already home."

"Then why don't you go back quickly?"

"I'm afraid you're afraid here alone."

"What's so scary about this in broad daylight..."

Fang Ling was talking when he saw the child put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture.

Fang Ling couldn't help becoming nervous, and listened carefully, but he didn't hear anything.

But the child insisted that there was movement in the statue, and Fang Ling became a little suspicious when he heard this.

Standing on tiptoe, she squeezed two pieces of candles from the altar and threw them at the statue. The statue was still the same, except for the thud when the candle hit the statue, there was no other sound.

The child said: "Maybe behind the statue, you have to climb up and stick to the statue to listen."

Fang Ling jumped up to the shrine as he said, and just a moment ago when he attached the cold statue, he heard the sound of chewing and gnawing inside.

At this time, Fang Ling felt the child beside his ear say eerily: "Does it look like eating popcorn?"

It was too late and then it was too fast, Fang Ling has been on guard since he entered the temple. At this moment when he turned over, a Zhengyang talisman hit the child on the forehead, followed by kicking the child with all his might, and kicked the child to the ground.

However, what Ling Fangling never expected was that the Zhengyang Talisman fell to the ground in a fluttering manner, and was not tightly attached to the child's forehead as expected.

And the child had not changed at all even after such a fuss. He was still the same child.

I saw the child holding his belly with both hands and looking very painful.

"What's wrong with you?"

Fang Ling made a wrong judgment and was very embarrassed.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, I... was scared just now. I just... I don't know what happened, but my foot went out!"

"Are you scared? Why don't I think you are scared? Are you a child?"

"I'm already 13 years old. It's fair to say that I'm a kid, but I might be a little different compared to other kids."

Fang Ling explained seriously.

Perhaps in order to cover up this embarrassing topic, Fang Ling quickly pointed to the statue behind him.

"There is really a sound in here, and I heard it just now."

"I told you a long time ago, and you just heard it now. Are you deaf?"

Fang Ling's hearing ability is excellent, so it is impossible not to hear it.It's just that she really felt that this child was strange, he had a yin energy in his body but also a stranger's yang fire.This is definitely not the breath that an ordinary child should have.

If I had to make an analogy, it might be closer to that kind of spirit guard in Yizhuang, and even more sinister than that kind of person.

Fang Ling couldn't judge for a while, so he pretended to be stupid and wanted to see what this kid was trying to do.

"Then hurry up and look at the back, is Xiao Shuan there?"

The child said anxiously.

Fang Ling lay down next to the statue, stretched his neck to reach inside, but couldn't see it.

The child yelled angrily: "Go inside a little bit, what can you see lying there, you son of a bitch!"

Fang Ling was about to reply, "You can do what you want!"

But he didn't want a sudden gust of wind behind him, as if someone had pushed him.Fang Ling fell a few steps over there abruptly.

Seeing a blue-faced and fangs-faced face on the back of the statue almost reaching in front of him, Fang Ling swiped the dagger he had already held in his hand with a backhand.

The face of the blue-faced fangs was immediately broken in half and fell to the ground, and the one that was broken in two was a huge mouse behind the blue-faced fangs.

It turned out that no one knew who actually put on a mask of green face and fangs on the mouse as a prank.

Just as Fang Ling was about to reach out to pick up the mask on the ground, he felt his foot lighten and he fell down.

(End of this chapter)