But there was no record in the ancient books about how to establish a new covenant with the mountains. There was only a recurring symbol that looked like an animal.

However, this symbol seems really familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere before. If the handwriting of these characters is more coherent, and the movements and postures of this animal are more flamboyant and fiercer... wait, more fiercer?

Suddenly, as if a flash of inspiration came to him, Wen He seemed to understand something. He immediately reached out to touch the jade token around his neck, took it off, and placed the token on the page of the ancient book, comparing it with the symbol.

Sure enough, it was right! The symbols that frequently appeared in these ancient books looked just like the ferocious cat on the jade token! Perhaps the jade token held the answers she needed.

However, Wen He struggled for a long time, but the jade token showed no reaction, let alone any method to 're-establish a new contract'. Could it be that she had guessed wrong, and it wasn't what she thought it would be? But her intuition told her that her deduction was correct, and that she just lacked a method to activate the jade token.

What exactly was the difference? Wen He couldn't help but feel a headache. Speaking of which, Wen He originally thought these ancient books were compiled by multiple people, but after all this trouble, she suddenly realized that these ancient books might have been compiled by a single person, or even belonged to a single person, because Wen He found that the same name was written on the title page of each of these ancient books.

"The name is...Chen...Chen Yan?"

Almost subconsciously, Wen He read out the words on the title page.

At this moment, the jade token, which had not responded no matter how it was tossed around, suddenly emitted a familiar warmth.

Then, in that instant, many advanced ancient texts emerged in Wen He's mind. These... were all more advanced spells and formations! Not only that, unlike the previous clean ancient books with almost no handwriting, the ancient books hidden in this jade plaque were all filled with their owner's own understanding, annotations, and comments.

In an instant, Wen He understood that this jade token might really belong to one person, a person named "Chen Yan", or perhaps this was the master that her grandfather had met. The fonts of these handwritten annotations and comments gradually evolved from childish to majestic, and the metaphysical principles ranged from methods of suppressing evil to techniques of summoning gods, and it looked like... it was exactly like the lifelong collection of that Taoist.

Suddenly, Wen He had a clearer image of the master that the old man had mentioned. This master seemed different from the cold and aloof type of master in her impression. If she really compared him, he seemed to be the type with a lot of evil in his heart, because she clearly saw that those handwritten comments were full of complaints.

For example, in the annotations for suppressing a succubus that had survived for hundreds of years, in addition to the more normal suppression methods, at the very end, he added this annotation with a wave of his hand: "...I actually don't think the above are the best methods to lure out a succubus. They are too troublesome. Succubi love beauty and lust, and they are all female. Just let a handsome man stand there, and the succubus will be unable to move. I have personally tested it and it works. However, if a succubus accidentally kisses you, the feeling is not very good. You can't help but wash your face at least thirty times. Be cautious with this method. Don't try it lightly. It will make you sick."

It seemed that this expert must have been quite good-looking in his youth, at least that's what he thought. Or was it just narcissism? Wen He couldn't help but laugh as he watched, thinking that these handwritten annotations were more interesting than those advanced formations. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with unfinished business, he would probably have immersed himself in these ancient books.

The method of "establishing a new covenant with the mountain" is actually a technique of summoning gods. The mountain god is invited to come, swear an oath with blood, and pay an equal value, so that the mountain is willing to give up the old mountain god and return the throne. Then the old mountain god can leave the mountain and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

So, for the next week, Wen He asked the village chief and others to help take care of the cultivation of the fields, and she locked herself in the old house for almost seven days and seven nights.

On the eighth day, before dawn, Wen He walked out of the house early. For the first time, she groped her way into the mountains alone and went straight into the depths of the mountains before she stopped.

He took out the cinnabar he had prepared early in the morning, cut the fingertips of his left hand, and forced a few drops of blood into the cinnabar.

This was the first time that Wen He forced out her heart blood. After a while, she could feel her body becoming more and more exhausted, but she couldn't stop now. Wen He forced herself to cheer up and used cinnabar mixed with her heart blood to draw a large formation on the ground.

This is a god-summoning formation. It is actually a god-summoning formation. If a knowledgeable practitioner of metaphysics saw it, his face would probably change drastically. The reason is not because of anything else, but simply because, this god-summoning formation has been around for thousands of years. It is said that no one has been able to draw such a god-summoning formation since the genius patriarch of the Shen family who died young more than eighty years ago.

It's not that the formation of the God Summoning Formation has been lost. As a precious technique for summoning gods, it has been well preserved in the hands of the old leaders of various sects. But no one can draw it again. If the person drawing the formation does not have strong spiritual energy, or his heart is impure, he will not be able to draw the God Summoning Formation. Not only that, in serious cases, he may even be punished by God for disturbing the gods.

Wen He knew the consequences, but she didn't stop. She put all her mental energy into the formation. When the formation was completed, Wen He took a deep breath and chanted loudly, "I, the nameless boy Wen He, am willing to sacrifice three years of my life to ask the mountain god to meet me."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up from the mountain, and the entire mountain was buzzing. This strange sight immediately made the villagers not far away stop what they were doing and stare blankly in the direction of the mountain. Someone whispered, "The mountain... is alive."

However, Wen He, who was in the center of the formation, watched without blinking as the white mist in the mountain gradually condensed into a solid entity in front of him, revealing the appearance of the young Ashan little by little. However, compared to the usual Ashan, Ashan's attire at this moment seemed much more solemn. He was wearing a green ancient-style robe, as if he had condensed all the vitality of the mountain, as if he was the mountain.

"Who is asking the mountain god for help? You should know that as a god, I cannot interfere in the affairs of humanity..."

"I know, but I don't need the mountain god to interfere in humanity. I just want to ask the mountain god to fulfill a small wish of a nameless person like me."

The familiar voice and the familiar look stunned the young mountain god who had just opened his eyes. He seemed unable to react at all. He just stared blankly at Wen He who was smiling brightly. Then, the next moment, he heard the little wish that this mortal wanted him to fulfill.

"I want... a young man named 'Ashan' to leave the mountains and grow up with me until the end of my days. I beg the mountain to... take back the position of mountain god. After my death, I wish to escape the cycle of reincarnation and remain in the mountains!"

These words immediately changed the young man's expression. He suddenly understood what Wen He wanted to do, but he could do nothing to stop her. Now that the art of summoning the gods had been fully activated, Wen He was inviting the mountain behind him to re-establish a new covenant with her, at the cost of her death after death and her soul being unable to reincarnate and stay in the mountain, in exchange for him being able to leave the mountain.

The mountains suddenly began to vibrate, as if responding to Wen He's request. A strong wind suddenly blew up from the mountains, and just when the strong wind was about to sweep Wen He away, a loud thunder suddenly sounded from the horizon. Several thunderbolts suddenly struck down around Wen He, frightening him. He seemed to feel two very strong forces fighting each other, forcing the strong wind to refuse to retreat and gradually disappear among the mountains and forests.

The mountain seemed to have fallen asleep again, the sky became bright again, and no one knew when Ashan had taken off his green robe and turned back into the familiar young Ashan. However, Ashan was stunned for a while, and then suddenly picked up a sharp-cornered stone on the ground and slashed it hard on his palm. The dazzling red blood gushed out uncontrollably.

Wen He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise and went forward to stop the bleeding for Ashan. But before she could move, Ashan hugged her tightly with great excitement. She looked up and saw Ashan with an extremely ugly face that was a mixture of laughter and tears, talking incoherently: "Ahe, it hurts so much, I can feel the pain in my palm and it's bleeding. In the past, no matter what kind of injury I got, I didn't bleed or feel any pain. I am the same as you, I have become the same as you, I can finally become the same as you, I can walk out of the mountains, I can grow up slowly, and grow old slowly..."

Just at this moment, a noisy sound seemed to gradually come from far away, as if a large group of people were hurriedly rushing in this direction. Suddenly, as if seeing something, an old lady's voice suddenly pierced through and shouted excitedly, "Found it, Village Chief! We found He girl, He girl is here, she's fine!"

That group of people was none other than the village chief and his wife. They were holding hoes, axes and other things in their hands. It seemed that they had brought all the farm tools they could get their hands on as weapons. They were covered in dust and panting heavily. It was obvious that they had rushed all the way here and seemed to have lost their way along the way. Wen He clearly saw that many villagers had scratches on their arms and knees.

"Village chief, Auntie, why did you suddenly come up the mountain..."

However, before Wen He could finish her words, she was scolded by the furious Aunt Sun: "He girl, you are so mean! You are going to scare the village chief and us to death. How can you just run around in the mountains like you? Although you have some skills, you are just a girl. What if you are accidentally harmed by those evil creatures or mountain ghosts?! Don't you know how terrifying this mountain was just now? It looked like it was alive..."

The old lady was cursing, and it was obvious that Wen He's behavior of running into the mountains alone had made the villagers very anxious. The moment they saw the strange phenomenon in the mountains, they thought of Wen He who lived in an old house closer to the mountains. However, when they went to the old house, they couldn't find anyone, and the footprints printed on the ground pointed to the depths of the mountains.

All of a sudden, the villagers became anxious, picking up their sharp farm tools as weapons and rushing straight into the mountains. It was only after they met Wen He that they breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the grumpy old lady scolding Wen He harshly, they couldn't help but persuade her, "Alright, alright, Auntie Sun, don't make Miss He cry. As long as she's okay... By the way, Miss He, who is the young man next to you? Is he from the next village? Why does he look so unfamiliar? It's like we haven't seen him before..."

"Ashan, Ashan, it's Ashan..."

At this moment, a gray-haired old man suddenly rushed out from the end of the crowd, holding the boy's hand tightly, and kept muttering, "It's Ashan, you are Ashan, right? I didn't recognize you wrongly, you are Ashan, right? You are the Ashan who fished and caught shrimps with me when we were young, and took me to climb mountains and watch sunsets and monkeys, right? It must be you, it must be you..."

"Excuse me, He girl, this is the old man we told you about. When the sky in the mountains suddenly turned dark just now, he insisted on following us up here. His family happened to be out again, so we were afraid that something might happen to him, so we brought him up here too. I'm sorry, young man, he seems to have mistaken me for someone else. We'll take the old man away now..."

However, Ashan shook his head to indicate that he was fine. He reached out and helped the old man up. He looked at him intently for a long time before slowly saying, "Hello, Uncle Bai, my name is indeed Ashan, but I think the Ashan you are talking about is not me. It's my grandfather, and my grandfather is also called Ashan."

The old man was stunned. He stared at Ashan blankly for a long time before he trembled and said, "You, you... you are really Ashan's grandson. Ashan... fell into the river that year, but he didn't die..."

"Well, grandpa didn't die. He was rescued that year, and he got married and had children. Later, I was born."

"He's married and has a child. His grandson is this big now. He looks so much like him. Is Ashan happy?"

"Happy, Grandpa was very happy. He lived a very happy life until he passed away a few days ago."

"That's good, that's good. As long as Ashan is happy, then... when Ashan was still alive... did he still remember me?"

"Remember, Uncle Bai, when my grandfather passed away, he kept saying that if he ever had the chance to see Uncle Bai again, he would definitely tell you that he was sorry for not being able to leave the mountains to find you. You have always been his best brother in his life, the best."

"What are you saying sorry for? We're best brothers, why are you still saying sorry..."

Suddenly, unable to control himself any longer, the old man burst into tears like a child. His cries... seemed to spread throughout the entire mountain, and he couldn't stop for a long time.

How could I not remember that you have always been the best brother of Ashan, the one trapped in the mountains? The past ten years will be the most dazzling, brilliant, and cherished days in the long life of the mountain god Ashan.

The author has something to say: The update time is not very fixed recently. The author is trying hard to save some manuscripts and update them at a fixed time~