Chapter 218: So many weasels, asking for the title together?
Huang Ying had classes in the afternoon. After lunch, Chen Yang sent her back to school.
I really have to lament that this world is really small.
The person who rescued Liu Changqing from the underground palace of Jianfeng Temple was actually Huang Ying's classmate.
Such a person is 100% dangerous. Chen Yang will definitely not let Huang Ying have contact with her again.
Of course, the premise is that this woman can survive.
She was so seriously injured that it could be said that her chances of survival were slim.
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These days, the old man is not here, and Chen Yang is much freer.
Ping Wazi next door went to school, and Chen Yang's little collection master was offline.
The spider silk gloves were returned.
Chen Yang was thinking about finding a new owner for it.
He didn’t know many people in the village, and it was the busy farming season. He wanted to find a suitable candidate, but he really didn’t know how to start.
After much deliberation, he still only thought of Huang Can.
This guy is the most laid-back in the village. He is idle and often hangs out in the mountains. Giving him gloves should be quite cost-effective.
Anyway, Chen Yang doesn't expect him to go up the mountain to collect wild goods all the time, as long as it can bring him some experience points as a reward.
During the day, I called Huang Can and the two of them went up the mountain. Recently, gallinopsis fungus has begun to go off the market. Things are rare and expensive, so the price has risen somewhat.
A pound of fresh produce can be sold for 180 yuan.
The growth distribution map of the Daqi Mountain Phytophthora fungus in his hand can be regarded as exerting some residual heat.
Huang Can started the live broadcast, and the two of them wandered around a few nearby hills, and the harvest was quite big.
This guy Chen Yang is like a navigation system. He can find the right place. Every time he goes to a place, he can always gain something. And it's not just one or two nests, but patches of chicken fir trees.
Is this luck?
Huang Can felt that there was some metaphysics involved.
Even the popularity of his live broadcast room has increased a lot. Many people are still setting the pace in the live broadcast room and talking about the props they put in advance.
A few nearby fans were still cheering in the live broadcast room, threatening to come over and confess to them.
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For a whole afternoon, the two of them ran to four or five hills and picked almost all the chicken fir trees nearby.
Chen Yang had good physical strength and acted as if nothing was wrong, but Huang Can couldn't bear it. Like a donkey that had just been pulled, he lay down on the sofa at Chen Yang's house and couldn't get up when he got off the mountain.
After taking stock of the harvest, there were two large backpacks filled to the brim, and two snakeskin pockets also filled to the brim.
There are about five hundred kilograms in total.
More than four thousand gallinopsis fungi, the number is exaggerated and scary.
Just one afternoon brought him more than 40,000 experience points and more than 40 bottles of physical essence.
The harvest can be said to far exceed expectations.
At this time, his experience points already reached 116532 points.
At this rate, no matter how many days I work, I will be promoted to level six.
However, he opened the "Growth Distribution Map of Gallia Fructus in Daqi Mountain" and took a look.
The above shows that there are no chicken fir trees growing on these nearby hills, and he has basically wiped them all away.
If you want to collect chicken fir trees on a large scale like today, you can only go farther to the mountains.
In that case, the time cost will be much higher.
Moreover, picking chicken fir trees is also a laborious job. You can do it occasionally, but you cannot do it all the time.
500 pounds of chicken fir, 180 per pound, can be sold for almost 90,000.
After being tired all afternoon, Chen Yang was too lazy to cook and made two buckets of instant noodles.
"Brother, after working with you all afternoon, I'm as tired as a dog. Why don't you just send me a pack of instant noodles?"
Huang Can lay down on the sofa and Ge You went down the mountain. Before, Chen Yang told him that there was braised beef at home, which made his mouth water. He really believed it, but he didn't expect it to be instant noodles.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
“It’s good to have some.”
Chen Yang put the instant noodles on the table, picked up a bowl and drank it first as a sign of respect.
“It’s so annoying.”
While Huang Can was complaining, he was also picking up the delicious instant noodles, slurping them up, and devouring them.
"I'll leave these chicken firs to you. I'll deliver them to Zhang Yafeng tomorrow morning..."
"I'll go by myself? You won't go? I can't drive."
"Borrow Uncle Daneng’s three-wheeler, you will always drive the three-wheeler, right?”
“Why don’t you go?”
“I have other things to do.”
"I still have a live broadcast. I've been tired all day today."
"These chicken fir trees can sell for 90,000 yuan. We will split it equally, 45,000 yuan per person."
"Good morning. If you say that, I won't be tired anymore." When Huang Can heard this, he immediately smiled and became energetic.
Although he gained a lot this afternoon, he never thought that Chen Yang would share it equally with him.
After all, these chicken conongs were all found by Chen Yang, and he just contributed a little bit.
Without Chen Yang, there would not have been so much gain at all.
If Chen Yang could give him 12%, he would be thankful. He never expected that Chen Yang would be so generous.
If you have money, anything can be done easily.
That’s 45,000 yuan. Huang Can’s face was almost broken from laughter, and he didn’t look as sluggish as before.
“Money obsessed!”
Chen Yang gave him the middle finger.
"Woof..."
At this time, the black tiger barked in the yard.
The sudden roar startled Huang Can, and the instant noodles almost spilled all over his crotch.
Chen Yang frowned, stood up and walked out.
The black tiger has become spiritual. Normally, it would not bark like this. This bark is probably due to some uninvited guest.
It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, the Sichuan TV anti-war drama was playing on the TV, and it was completely dark outside.
The black tiger roared twice in the direction of the back mountain. Looking at its posture, it seemed that it couldn't help but want to rush out and bite someone.
Chen Yang came outside the yard and looked towards the mountain.
“What the hell is that?”
Huang Can ran out with instant noodles and looked towards the back mountain.
Behind the old house of Chen Yang's family, there is a bamboo forest on their own land. Above that, there is a forest of miscellaneous trees. Above the forest of miscellaneous trees, there is a quite extensive bamboo forest.
At this time, you can see with the naked eye that there are some blue light spots shaking in the bamboo forest dozens of meters away.
There are quite a few of them. From a distance, they look like a group of fireflies.
Huang Can took a hard sip of instant noodles, and the noodle soup splashed on his face, but he didn't care and wiped it with his sleeve.
This guy is just a rough guy.
“It’s not a will-o’-the-wisp, is it?”
Huang Can said abruptly, with a bit of awe in his eyes.
There are some cemeteries in the bamboo forest.
There are some old tombs of unknown age inside. Some of the tombs have been opened for a long time. In the past, you could occasionally see the phosphorus fire shaking.
Sometimes, white phosphorus will precipitate from the bones, which will burn when exposed to air. If it floats in the air, if someone sees it, it will be regarded as a will-o'-the-wisp.
To be honest, when I saw this situation in the middle of the night and tried to make up some things in my mind, I did feel a chill on my back and a little scared.
"Let's go and have a look."
Huang Can suddenly became interested, and the fear just now was gone.
He held his face and ran up there, as if he was afraid that if he got there too late, the will-o'-the-wisps would escape.
This guy is really brave sometimes.
Running for a few steps, Huang Can ran back when he remembered that he didn't have his phone. He rushed into the main room, put the phone in his pocket, threw away the instant noodles, and ran out.
At this moment, Huang Can's physical strength seemed to have recovered instantly.
This guy is probably going to shoot a video. This is such good material, I’m sure it will be broadcast live.
Chen Yang was not interested and did not want to get involved.
He didn't feel anything at all from the bucket of instant noodles just now, so he went into the house and found two more buckets to eat alone while Huang Can was away.
"Chen Yang!"
Having just taken out the noodles, before even having time to soak them, Chen Yang heard a horrified shout from behind the house.
Chen Yang ran out quickly and saw Huang Can running down the path by the forest with his mobile phone flashlight on.
Stumbled, panicked, and almost fell.
Until he ran into the yard, Huang Can's face was still pale and he was in shock. He had his hands on his knees and was breathing heavily.
“Have you been chased by a ghost?”
Chen Yang looked at him with some doubts. Could it be that he really saw a ghost?
"Yellow, yellow...yellow skin."
Huang Can was out of breath and stuttered for a long time before he could say a complete sentence, "Okay, a lot of yellow skin. …”
Huang Can swallowed hard, fear visible to the naked eye on his face.
Huang Pizi?
Chen Yang's brows frowned instantly.
He immediately looked in the direction of Cizhu Forest.
The clusters of green stars have not dispersed, they are still floating in the forest.
I thought it was phosphorus fire before, but Huang Can said it was the eyes of a weasel. Huang Can calmed down a little at this time, swallowed his saliva, and said to Chen Yang, "There are a lot of yellow-skinned people in that forest, and they are not afraid of people. I didn't even have time to start the live broadcast, and I saw pairs of eyes staring straight at them. He almost pissed me and scared me..."
This guy is indeed very courageous. He dared to run into the cemetery in vain. If it had been anyone else, he would have encountered If something like this happened, I'm afraid I would have been so frightened that I would have gone to heaven on the spot.
In the forest, there were a lot of stars swinging around.
Chen Yang's face looked a little unsightly.
Some time ago, he captured the white ferret. Are these weasels here to avenge the ferret?
Are all the things in these mountains so vindictive?
I remember that when I met the white marten in Mixiangou that day, it was fighting with a pack of weasels. Later, the white marten must have conquered the weasel pack and became their king.
But Chen Yang caught the ferret. Shouldn’t these weasels be very happy?
The big and small should be regarded as being kind to each other. It's fine that these beasts don't repay their kindness. Why do they want to take revenge?
Without saying a word, Chen Yang took the butcher's knife and walked towards the Ci Bamboo Forest.
Beside the old house is the path up the mountain. Walk a few dozen meters up and you will reach the Cizhu Forest.
The moon is still bright tonight, and there are not many stars in the clear night sky.
At this time, it was dark in the forest. Looking down, you could see the roof of the old house, and the lights were still on in the courtyard.
Huang Can followed Chen Yang step by step, feeling an inexplicable sense of great security.
He took out his mobile phone and wanted to start the broadcast, but was stopped by Chen Yang.
Some things are definitely not convenient for broadcasting.
Although it was dark in the forest, Chen Yang turned on the radar detection and could clearly see everything within ten meters of the surrounding area.
A group of weasels stood on the ridge beside the bamboo forest, staring at Chen Yang blankly.
A pair of eyes, emitting a faint blue light, can make people's hearts tremble.
"Hey!"
Chen Yang suddenly shouted.
The weasel was obviously frightened and immediately turned around and fled into the bamboo forest.
But they did not run far. They stopped after running for about ten meters. Seeing that Chen Yang was not approaching, they seemed to be bolder.
One after another, they walked towards the bamboo forest again.
"It's crazy, why are there so many yellow men?"
Huang Can stood behind Chen Yang. He looked at it with the light of his mobile phone, but he still felt a little scared.
Weasels, in folklore, are originally representatives of evil spirits. Usually when people in the village encounter them, they are afraid to avoid them.
Now there are so many people popping up at once, and they are still in a cemetery. This environment alone is already terrifying enough.
“It wasn’t caused by the ferret you caught last time, was it?”
Huang Can suddenly thought of the crux of the problem, "Is it possible that they are here to take revenge on you?"
The group of weasels seemed not to be afraid of people at all. They were still gathering in the forest and refused to leave at all. go.
There are a lot of them, thirty or forty.
Those who were scared away by Chen Yang just now ran back and gathered on the ridge again.
Chen Yang said nothing, choked, and pulled out the butcher's knife from its sheath.
Under the moonlight, the silver blade shone with a strange light.
These small animals in the mountains and forests are very sensitive to the evil spirit on the blade.
I was suddenly startled again, and they all hid in the bamboo forest.
However, they still did not disperse.
Chen Yang felt something was wrong and immediately walked into the forest with the knife in hand.
"Squeak..."
The weasels squeaked and quickly formed a circle, surrounding Chen Yang in the middle.
Chen Yang frowned slightly.
Just when he was about to go on a killing spree.
However, they saw that the group of weasels stood up straight one after another, and then they all knelt on the ground, with their forelimbs raised high, bowing to Chen Yang.
That's right, bow.
Dozens of weasels knelt in a circle around Chen Yang and kept bowing to him.
Chen Yang was confused.
Huang Can, who did not dare to come in outside the forest, was confused when he saw this scene.
“These beasts, are they asking for a seal?”
Huang Can said abruptly.
Asking for closure?
Chen Yang was startled.
There is a saying that some beasts in the mountains have opened up their spiritual awareness, have achieved success in cultivation, and have become successful. Some of them will take shortcuts and go down the mountain to save people from tribulations.
The human calamity is the so-called seeking seal, looking for a human being with deep blessings and getting his seal.
What is the seal?
In fact, it is similar to canonization. It is human beings’ recognition of it and its creation.
When asking for a title, they will bow not far away from you. People who understand will seal it. If they say it looks like a human being, it will cultivate into a human being. If they say it looks like a god, it will cultivate into a god. If they say it is nothing, it will cultivate into a god. It has to go back and practice cultivation again.
Although I don’t know what the principle is, I don’t know how powerful it is.
Of course, in fact, it is not a Daluo Jinxian even if it is a god. It is just a matter of success in cultivation. It has not been in vain and it has reached a higher level.
There are many versions of folklore, and there are many stories about foxes, dragons, etc. that seek to be granted a title. Among them, the story of a weasel seeking to be granted a title is probably the most popular.
“No, is it true?”
Chen Yang frowned slightly.
Before this, he only regarded these things as legends.
“Zhizhi...”
Low screams came one after another, and the weasels surrounded Chen Yang and kept bowing.
For a moment, Chen Yang was a little at a loss.
How can there be so many weasels asking for seal together?
"Chen Yang, please think carefully and don't block it randomly. I heard Huang Daogong of our village said that if you encounter this thing, if you say it is nothing, it will ruin its moral character. It will definitely hold a grudge and will think of ways to retaliate against you; but if you make them gods, they will improve their moral character, but they will lose your luck, and you may be unlucky for the rest of your life..."
< br>Huang Can stood far away. This scene was so weird that it made him feel terrified.
He had a very serious expression on his face. There were some things that he didn't believe at first, but when he really encountered them, he couldn't believe them.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven eight...
I roughly counted the number of weasels surrounding Chen Yang, at least thirty.
So many weasels, asking for seal together?
Is it sealed?
If the legend is true, sealing these things will hurt your luck. If you seal them one by one, how much luck will be hurt?
When ordinary people encounter this kind of thing, they either consider themselves unlucky and avoid disaster, or they wait for the weasel's revenge.
However, Chen Yang is no ordinary person.
He has a third option.
Just kill them all.
Kill them all and you won't have to worry about revenge.
Chen Yang squeezed the handle of the pig-killing knife, and the blade seemed to make a clear sound. He was already a little hungry and thirsty.
"Zhizhi..."
At this time, a slightly larger weasel walked forward with small steps, stretched out its two paws, and gently pulled Chen Yang's trousers.
A fierce light flashed across Chen Yang's eyes.
The weasel looked up at him, with a hint of pleading in his small eyes.
Unfortunately, Chen Yang couldn't understand what they wanted to say.
At this time, the weasel pulled Chen Yang's trousers and wanted to walk into the bamboo forest.
It seems like it wants something from me?
Chen Yang was a little stunned, hesitated for a moment, then immediately opened his legs and walked in the direction pointed by the weasel.
"Chen Yang!"
Huang Can shouted outside the forest, but never dared to take a step into the forest.
The group of weasels moved out of the way and followed behind Chen Yang.
This bamboo forest is very wide, and the ground is full of dry bamboo leaves and bamboo shoot shells.
You can see grave mounds one after another in the forest. These grave mounds are obviously very old, and some have even been torn open, which is a bit scary.
This used to be a cemetery in the village, but it was there many years ago and is no longer used now.
Basically, they are all unclaimed graves without monuments.
The forest was pitch dark, with the occasional chirping of insects, making it eerily quiet.
Chen Yang turned on the radar to detect, but he didn't need lights. He could see everything around him clearly.
After walking fifty or sixty meters, the weasels stopped.
"Squeak!"
Several of the weasels ran towards a barren grave ahead.
They move quickly and disappear in just a flash.
Chen Yang walked over.
There is no tombstone on this tomb, but there are some stones of different sizes surrounding it, with a mound in the middle covered with thatch.
The left side of the tomb has partially collapsed, and radar can detect an exposed hole.
Those weasels ran in through this hole.
Chen Yang is preparing to use radar to detect the situation inside.
"Zhizhi..."
A panicked cry came from the entrance of the cave, and then I saw small heads running out of the hole quickly.
(End of this chapter)