mountain god dance

Lishui flows through Baiman, passes through mountains and scours Tingzhou.The flowing water has a heart, and the rock has no plan. The sandy land is built into a delta, and one corner goes straight to Baishui Village. It is called Huazhoutou.

Rhododendrons become forests, breeze moves bamboos, and Daiye lands and changes here.First he wore a blue cloth, and then put some flower mud on his face to pretend, but with handsome eyes and sculpted eyebrows, he was vaguely a handsome gentleman.

Not far from the Zhaikou was a field of broad beans growing very well. He stood and looked out and saw the wooden house in the distance surrounded by fairies, like the first rainbow washing away his depression, he immediately grinned: "Oh, it's easy to find."

Bai Wo didn't want anyone to visit him, and when he left, he told the immortals to pretend that they didn't know each other when they saw each other.He has a strange temper, and no one dares to offend him.A hundred years later, the immortals knew nothing about the Rain God.Where did he go, what is he like now, has he married a wife and had children?Only a local land lord saw him and was severely warned by Bai Wo not to talk nonsense.

Dai Ye entered the village, but fortunately, it was time to prepare food, and no one pointed to him on the road.Going deeper, the vegetables in the field are more prosperous, and the roses are planted on the fence, and they have climbed everywhere.Those clumps of overripe gourds concealed the figure of the old man.

Tai Ye happily walked in without knocking on the door, and called out, "My friend!"

Bai Wo was frying rice, and when he smelled it, he felt hungry. When he heard someone calling him, he just glanced at him lukewarmly, without stopping the shovel in his hand: "Why are you here?"

Dai Ye expected his reaction, and kept smiling: "Just to see you."

"I haven't seen you in a hundred years, but I came here empty-handed."

Bai Wo took out the fried rice in a bowl, scraped the bottom of the pot, and said with resentment: "It seems that I don't think much about me."

He ordered people not to come to see him, and blamed others for being too late, but it was still as difficult to serve as before.

Or, he just hoped that he could come.

"Hi." Dai Ye approached, getting closer to him: "You don't even care about me, how can you care about the things I bring?"

Bai Wo: "You have pollen on your clothes. It came from Huazhou. If you pass by a large broad bean field, you don't want to pinch it for me. It's a shame to come in."

"Well, I didn't know it was you who planted it..."

Bai Wo stared at him: "You don't even get Caoguo? How about a big dog with a rabbit for me? If you want to come into the house, hurry up and go."

Dai Ye rubbed her hands in embarrassment: "Then, Xiaoxian will help you cut a bundle..."

"I think it's better to be a rabbit."

Bai Wo didn't wait to see him, so he blocked the conversation with a proficient local accent. It seemed that he wouldn't let the poor mountain god go without something.

Dai Ye pinched his fingers secretly, and noticed that someone in the next village was holding a banquet to sacrifice, so he took a jug of wine from the altar from behind him, and pretended to keep it privately: "Okay, I'll give you a good one, this time But I have treasured it for many years..."

Before he could finish making up the nonsense, Bai Wo took it and poured it into an exposed porcelain to use as pickled meat.

Dai Ye: "...Yeah, okay. Looks just right, haha."

Bai Wo rolled his eyes at him, and Daiye became quiet.

"Catch the goose and slaughter it." He pointed, not letting the guests idle: "Put the knife on the basin."

Daiye humbly went to find the big white goose. The big white goose was fierce and flapped its wings and flew up to peck people. It forced Daiye to use a spell in a big way, and then died obediently.

He proudly held the goose wings and turned around, and saw Bai Wo was sitting and peeling taro while mockingly looking at him: "Hey, gods are extraordinary, they can't even use knives."

"Xiaoxian hasn't cooked yet." He looked at the goose with a bitter face, and then at his old friend, feeling in a mess.

The God of Rain who walks the world is seven or eight years older than before. Either he is troubled by vulgar things, or he got tanned while walking among the tea fields. There used to be three seductive small tear moles under his right eye, but now they are gradually blurred. ; The immortal figure is a little haggard, and he often bends over to do work, which makes his back arched.

The name that thousands of people admire and recite silently stands in the mortal world, but the mortal world does not know him, does he have any regrets?

Dai Ye took a deep breath, and sadly planned to tell the truth: "My friend, in fact, I came this time because I heard that you..."

"Go to the river to clean up." Bai Wo pointed to the direction of the stream with his chin: "Make me goose fat rice, we'll talk after eating."

"Okay, after eating... huh? How can I cook? It's not like you don't know me..."

Bai Wo thought he was stupid, so he gave him an even worse look: "Ask me if you don't know."

Daiye looked helplessly at the dead poultry.

Only this god will be ordered by this mortal. Ginger has to be planed by hand, osmanthus has to be ground, and Dai Ye has tossed for more than half an hour before serving the food on the table. Zijie is almost sweating. The greasy food also gave him a headache; blood remained in his nails, goose feathers stuck in his hair, and he sat at the door with dull eyes wondering what he had experienced.

That's right, this is his old friend. In the past, if he wanted to speak peacefully, he had to let him order him before he could speak.

Bai Wo brewed the tea, and the steaming water scattered with fresh fragrance. He was a little proud: "I planted this myself, you have never tasted it before."

Naturally, he will not participate in the sacrifices to any gods in the village, such as praying and dancing, pouring water and burning incense, and worshiping in the temple, he will never be contaminated again, so the things made by him are really tastes that the gods have never tasted.

Far away from the fairyland and abandoning the past, Bai Wo seeks his place in the world, but has he been accepted by the world? Why is he still so lonely?When he came here, he was soaked in smoke, how could he be reconciled?

Daiye rubbed the teacup slowly, seeing his familiar movements, thinking about all the difficulties he had experienced, couldn't help blurting out: "I heard that the spirit egg has not moved, has it?"

Bai Wo had just scooped up a spoonful of sweet rice wine in the jar for him to eat, and he had already fed it to his mouth, when he heard this, he withdrew his hand and drank it himself.He instantly forgot what Daye had done just now.

"Don't treat me like an enemy like this, let's talk about it." Dai Ye looked at him earnestly: "Spiritual eggs are a form of cultivation and are for our own use. If you want to raise them as your own descendants... it's not impossible, but It has a spirit but no soul, and it is difficult to break the shell."

"That land official." Bai Wo remembered who had informed him: "I'll kill him with a knife in a while."

Dai Ye stood in front of him: "Why are you angry with others? Just show me, and I'll figure out a way."

"What can you do? My cultivation has been kept privately, which is enough to protect him from growing up safely."

"This shell is not a shell!" Dai Ye was anxious: "It is the realm of the heart, and also the realm of heaven and man. It was originally you, but you let it not become you, so what should it do? The heart cannot communicate, and there are no believers." How is the calling of the world born?"

This was clearly scolding, blaming him for being too hasty in his original decision, Bai Wo put down the bowl and chopsticks with a "slap", and went into the back room: "Don't eat."

Dai Ye chased after him: "Don't blame me for talking...I was wrong, but I still have to say it."

Knowing that he was following, Bai Wo led all the way to the bedside and tore off his quilt with one hand. Under the thin quilt was hiding a golden egg the size of a pumpkin, laying it round and quiet.

"Why haven't you called it? I talk to it every day!"

Bai Wo pointed at his unfulfilling son, and said angrily: "It was only after I got it that I decided to go back to hiding. I wanted to get a surname and follow my will, but it turned out to be an empty dream for a hundred years. The quail eggs that came out of my heart were the same size. Show me how it looks now! During the Chinese New Year, I cut a leek and steamed it to eat, if you want to find a way, hurry up and think about it!"

"Be careful of getting angry..."

Tai Ye followed his back, and finally understood why Bai Wo's temper was getting worse and worse, so he persuaded: "I can feel it, and it is calling with the sun and the moon. This is the heir left by Tianmai to you. Sensitive, he must know you are there."

"So what." Bai Wo was indignant, his chest heaving: "I've already bought the clothes, and I've prepared them for whatever size I grow. I even made him a gadget, a small wooden horse. How many years have I been making it..."

Dai Ye's heart tightened, and he quickly held his hand: "With this kind of intention, why is he not willing to come to see you? Let me try."

Just after entering the room, there was a wave/wave of heartbeats. Daiye thought that the fetus must be a living thing, as if a child who was tired of playing was sucking his thumb to sleep peacefully in it, and could not hear his father's wish.

"Your temper is up to you." Dai Ye went up to touch the eggshell curiously: "They are all difficult masters, who can make him happy?"

Bai Wo folded his arms and said coldly, "Oh."

"Xiaoxian meant it seriously, not referring to Sang and scolding Huai." Dai Ye bowed to him, thought for a while and said, "The way to make you happy may also make your child happy."

He knocked on the shell: "Hey, nephew!"

Bai Wo lost his composure just now, he felt ugly and didn't expect him to succeed, so he turned his head and left to calm down.

Now the door of the room is ajar, and there is only one mountain god in the room. Daiye immediately set up a barrier to prevent outsiders from noticing, so he took off his shoes and turned on the bed, cross-legged to breathe, and sat opposite the spirit egg.

The way to draw out the shell cannot be known by Bai Wo.

Otherwise, he would have said angrily, "This is my son, and you need to intervene to humiliate me?", which would cause a big dispute.

But he is no longer in the immortal position, no matter how much he cultivates, the spirit has gradually faded away, and the spiritual fetus bestowed by the heavenly veins cannot be born again, unless...

"I'll give you the spirit of the mountain." Dai Ye sighed: "Nephew, when you grow up, do you want to be a fairy or a mortal like your father? It's up to you. Wait for you to practice Give out your own fairy soul, and then return mine."

He laughed at himself with a wry smile: "Shuangshan in the sky seems to be the end of the earth, freezing people's footsteps. What's wrong with me, what's wrong with me, if I don't tell you, no one will know... This is really different from your father's loneliness. Not much difference."

They separated, still experiencing falling feelings.

Could it be that the heaven and the earth come and go alone, repairing the lonely road?But that is rain, it is the long song of the poet, it has been built into an infinite sea for people to wander, and it is most suitable for the sea of ​​mortals.

"How many gods are like people, unable to get rid of the sorrow of the world? But your father has you and hope, what else do I have."

Dai Ye looked up at the sky and shook her head, then thought for a while: "Yes, Uncle just wants you to be a confidant with a lot of affection and not to be wandering. You need more people who love you and stay with you forever."

He made up his mind, and silently transferred the soul of the mountain god entrusted with the blessings to the spirit egg. This breath is the wind of mountains and pine valleys, the majesty of heaven and earth, and the spirituality/interweaving of the rain god in the past, so that Baigu had already been born on the top of the mountain before he was born. Summons and attracts the gods of the waters.The fate is fixed, the first dawn of the earth, the galaxies in the sky, and the future of Baigu rolls forward like long waves and great rivers.

Just as Dai Ye was sweating profusely from his soul, his body could not freely control the divinity of the mountain, his cultivation level was exhausted, and he was leaning on the side of the bed panting violently, the child woke up.

A small white, tender and fleshy hand was picking at the fragments of eggshells that prevented him from exploring the world, trying to struggle to get out, but his strength was not enough to squeeze his head out of it.So I was wronged while picking, and my fingers hurt while picking, and finally cried out with a "wow", and hammered a big hole.

"Hey, my friend, my friend!"

Dai Ye was at a loss for the baby, no longer panting or sweating, and shouted loudly: "My eldest nephew, my eldest nephew has come out!"

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Maybe the children who follow my Weibo know about my recent predicament

Faced with the urging of my friends, I still managed to squeeze out time to write, thank you for liking

I wish you all peace