Chapter 178 This weasel has a mountain treasure! But it’s so annoying!
Who knows, after Zhang Hao finished saying this.
The weasel wearing a ragged cassock did not turn into a stick on the spot as in the legend.
Instead, he was stunned for a moment, then looked down at his body. After confirming that his body was still the same as before, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He turned around as Zhang Hao moved forward, and the two people in front of him His claws had been closed at some point, and he was following Zhang Hao like an old monk.
"Do you think I look like a human, or do I look like a Buddha?"
The sharp and harsh sound still echoed in Zhang Hao's ears, and the weasel in cassock followed him silently, just following his footsteps.
"Do you think I look like a human, or do I look like a Buddha?"
Weasel asked again.
Zhang Hao turned his head and looked at the weasel behind him with some boredom.
This weasel was so persistent that he was able to keep chasing after him.
Anyway, in some folklore stories, as long as you give an answer, the weasel will not follow you, but in some folklore stories, the weasel just has to keep asking.
There are several versions of the folklore story about the weasel seeking a title, and they are all slightly different.
However, it seems that the weasel who lured him here must get an answer.
Moreover, this weasel also wants to let himself, a mountain walker, answer this question, because as a mountain walker, if this weasel is said to be like a Buddha, I am afraid that this weasel will become a Buddha immediately.
And the karmic debt he will bear will be even greater.
But what Zhang Hao has always been very curious about is the weasel's dress and the question the weasel asked: why does it look like a human or a Buddha?
What's more, this weasel is still wearing a cassock, with his hands clasped together, like an old monk. This is so similar, it is simply more dedicated than those contemporary cosplayers, and it completely resembles the posture of an old monk.
After just one glance at the weasel, Zhang Hao withdrew his gaze.
He had decided to ignore the weasel.
No matter how much the weasel asked, he would not answer the question. After all, answering the question would involve the weasel in the cause and effect, which was not good for the mountain walker.
What's more, Zhang Hao wouldn't be that stupid.
He turned around, led the mountain god deer, and continued to walk forward.
"Do you think I look like a human being or a Buddha?"
The weasel, who was wearing a ragged cassock and had his hands folded, kept asking again and never stopped.
Zhang Hao ignored it and continued walking.
Then, the weasel continued to ask, and Zhang Hao continued to walk.
Not long after, the weasel followed Zhang Hao to the ginkgo forest
"Do you think I look like a human, or do I look like a Buddha?" Weasel asked again.
Zhang Hao picked up the diesel saw and walked straight to an intact ginkgo tree as if he hadn't heard anything. He turned on the diesel saw and started sawing the tree.
The mountain god deer hid far away, lying on the ground, tapping his upper eyelids and his lower eyelids. It seemed that he would fall asleep soon.
To be honest, the weasel following Zhang Hao is really annoying. Even if it is a deer, just hearing the weasel's "chicking" barking all the time is still very annoying. It keeps nagging.
But fortunately, the weasel has been annoying Zhang Hao and has not bothered him, the deer. As long as these sounds are blocked, he can still have a good sleep.
But just when his eyes were about to close, he saw the weasel that was following Zhang Hao. He didn't know whether it was sprinkled with sawdust or because Zhang Hao couldn't give an answer for a long time, so the weasel seemed to turn around. He turned around, dragged the tattered cassock on his body, and walked towards him.
He suddenly became excited and opened his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he saw the weasel walking in front of him, and the "squeak" sound he heard in his ears earlier also appeared in his mind as a cry that he could understand.
In an instant, the mountain god deer was stunned, raised his noble head, and looked at this small, short thing in front of him, wearing clothes like a human.
"Ugh!" He yelled a little annoyed and displeased, wanting to drive away the little thing in front of him.
But the weasel still persevered, as if it didn't hear the displeasure of the mountain deer, and completely regarded the mountain deer as its target, and it dealt with great power.
"Zhizhizhi~" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha?)
"Uh!" (Get out.)
"Zhizhizhi~" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha?)
"Ugh!" (Get out!)
"Zhizhizhi~" (Do you think I look like a human or a Buddha?)
"Ugh!!!" (Get out!!!)
On the side, Zhang Hao, who had just finished sawing a tree, released the handle of the diesel saw, raised his head, and looked at the huge mountain deer, exchanging blows with the extremely small weasel.
The two mountain spirits with their intelligence turned on spoke to each other in their own languages.
Later, Zhang Hao saw that the weasel's expression was calm and unaffected, and it was still the same as when he asked him a question before. Presumably he was asking the mountain god deer, "Am I like a human or a Buddha?"
But the Mountain God Deer is different. The calls of the Mountain God Deer are getting more and more unhappy and angry, and they already feel like they can't help it.
In the next second, the Mountain God Deer seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. It raised its front hooves and suddenly kicked the weasel in front of it.
The weasel refused to dodge and allowed the mountain deer's front hooves to kick its slightly weaker body.
Immediately afterwards.
The weasel's frail-looking body drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. Then, the weasel stood up as if nothing happened to the wolf, and continued walking towards the mountain god deer without using his hands to dust off the soil.
This time, before the weasel could reach the mountain god deer or before the weasel could ask a question, the angry mountain god deer kicked the weasel again.
The weasel's body drew a beautiful parabola again, and then fell to the ground.
The weasel was not discouraged. Just like what he had shown before, he persevered. Like an old monk with a firm heart and a firm will who wanted to preach to everyone, he got up and continued walking towards the mountain deer.
Going back and forth like this, the weasel was kicked out and crawled back several times. The mountain deer finally couldn't bear it anymore and was completely speechless. It simply closed its eyes and turned a deaf ear even though its ears were raised. The weasel's cry was not answered.
Zhang Hao frowned slightly as he watched this scene unfold, and looked at the weasel thoughtfully, with a little interest gradually appearing in his eyes.
To be honest, judging from the few times the Mountain God Deer kicked the weasel away, there must be something protecting the weasel.
Zhang Hao didn't fully know how strong the Mountain God Deer's legs were, but he knew that a normal person wouldn't be able to withstand this kick. It would be very painful, and if the kick hits a vital part, something might go wrong.
But the weasel was able to stand up and continue walking over.
If it was once or twice, it was because the Mountain God Deer held back and did not kick him to death.
But several times in a row, no matter how hard the Mountain God Deer stayed, there was no way the Weasel would be able to do nothing. There must be something he didn't know about.
To put it simply, it is what he judged before. This weasel should be protected by something. It may be a mountain treasure, or it may be something that is not a mountain treasure but is similar to a mountain treasure.
This also proves why this weasel can seek seal.
There are actually many folk sayings about the weasel's quest for a title, that is, the weasel has accumulated thousands of years of cultivation step by step through cultivation, and then has the ability to seek the title.
Regarding the matter of cultivation, Zhang Hao has always disagreed.
As a mountain walker, he knows very well the circumstances under which animals can activate their intelligence. One is to receive the power of incense for a long time, and the power of incense is continuous and cannot be discontinued. It can last for many, many years. It takes hundreds of years for an animal to become intelligent.
Another way is to come into contact with the mountain treasure. By chance, you can obtain the mountain treasure, or something similar to the mountain treasure. Over time, you will be influenced and infected by the mountain treasure. Over time, your spiritual wisdom will be opened, like a human being. life.
In [Mountain Travel Illustration], the same principle applies to the origin of human beings, but Zhang Hao has never been interested in this aspect, so he doesn't know much about it.
And this weasel, wearing a torn cassock, with his hands clasped together, looks like a monk. Some people believe that he practices in a temple and is an "advanced monk".
So after combining the fact that the weasel wears a cassock, puts its hands together to pretend to be a monk, and asks questions about whether it looks like a human or a Buddha, Zhang Hao has reason to suspect that this weasel should have obtained something about a monk, or has a certain Buddha nature. The mountain treasure?
Then, with the help of Shanbao's power, he became what he is now.
Thinking of this, he nodded thoughtfully. He was very satisfied with his guess, and he also believed that things should be like this, without much difference.
However, guesswork is all guesswork, Zhang Hao doesn't want to be involved with this weasel. He just wants to cut down trees in peace and contentment, and then build a house.
He has no interest in the mountain treasure or other things obtained by this weasel, and he does not want to get it.
This weasel tried to seduce him again and again, which had already worn out his patience, and now it was still following him, unable to drive him away.
Zhang Hao just wants this weasel to leave quickly and not bother him.
But at this moment.
Seeing the mountain god deer, the weasel closed his eyes and asked and called several times. After getting no response, he turned around again and looked at Zhang Hao with his eyes that were full of cunning but seemed to be somewhat clear. .
He put his hands together, took steps, and walked towards Zhang Hao again.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Hao frowned, shook his head helplessly, immediately opened the diesel saw in his hand, and continued to saw the tree.
Accompanied by the sound of diesel saws cutting tree trunks, the weasel kept shouting and asked Zhang Hao the same question.
"Do you think I look like a human, or do I look like a Buddha?"
Zhang Hao ignored it at all and continued his work, showing no intention of paying any attention to the weasel.
Just like that, the weasel asked beside him, and Zhang Hao cut the trees aside. After saving several bare tree trunks, Zhang Hao woke up the mountain god deer, and used the small raft from before to reluctantly load four tree trunks. Then, Zhang Hao got on the back of a deer.
Then he immediately drove the Mountain God Deer to run forward, trying to get rid of the weasel.
Although the weasel can still follow the scent and chase it, it will take a while to clear it up.
Just as the mountain god deer rushed forward, Zhang Hao turned his head to see the weasel eating dirt behind him, but he was stunned.
Because, he saw the weasel standing on the pile of wood, still maintaining the previous posture, with his hands folded, his eyes full of cunning, but also somewhat clear, staring at Zhang Hao, and his sharp mouth was still Zhang Yihe.
That question was also echoing in Zhang Hao's ears.
"Do you think I look like a human, or do I look like a Buddha?"
Zhang Hao immediately turned back, looked helplessly ahead, and sighed.
What the hell, if you let this weasel get entangled, it would be impossible to survive.
Really convinced.
If there is really any way, it would be best to make this weasel leave, or to shut up this weasel.
(End of chapter)