After filling their stomachs with hot rice porridge and meat patties, Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng, led by Feng Youcai, left this paradise-like place.
The only things he had with him were a few more books and two freshly dug ginsengs than when he came.
As for other valuable items such as jade, gold and silver, they were left here as they were.
Feng Yi's family's place, where even ghosts can't find them, is safer than anywhere else.
Of course, they wouldn’t care if the Taoist priest came back and moved away.
After all, it's not yours.
And even if they took it, if someone came back to ask for it, they wouldn't have the guts to not return it.
After walking out of the forest that Feng Youcai had described as an illusion, Feng Yijia led the way and the group walked down the mountain.
In less than half an hour, we arrived at our destination.
Before my eyes was a cliff that was almost straight up and down, with only moss growing on it.
More than one meter above the ground, there is a stone cave with a faint mist emanating from it.
The entrance to the cave is not big, but in the dim green light of the early morning, you can see that the space inside is quite large.
In the years after Feng Youcai's death, he either followed the old Taoist priest or his daughter. Occasionally, he wandered around and liked to go to populated areas outside the mountains.
I've never been around in these deep mountains.
I didn't know there was such a large cave here.
He floated into the cave first, and Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng followed closely behind.
The front half of the cave is a flat stone platform, and the back is a mess of stones and a cave that extends into the cave for an unknown distance.
Warm breeze blew out of the cave, which was higher than the temperature outside in the early morning of late autumn.
Feng Yijia unbuttoned his thin cotton jacket and explained to the man and ghost beside him, "There's an underground river in the cave that leads to the other side of the mountain, so the air here is quite good, and it's warm in winter and cool in summer."
This kind of cave is not common in the mountains, but it is not uncommon. Meng Sheng didn't care at all. He glanced around and saw bare rocks everywhere. There was nothing he expected. He asked anxiously, "Where are the tiger bones?"
He was not thinking about selling the tiger bones for money, it was simply because of a man's inherent curiosity about wild beasts.
Feng Yijia pointed to a raised stone wall and said, "Look, right there!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards the place where his finger was pointing.
I have to say that the place the tiger chose for itself was pretty good. The whole cave was blown by a breeze, and the place where it lay was in front of it where it could bask in the slanting sun. The other three sides were shielded by curved stone walls, which kept it safe while being sheltered from the wind.
Only when they approached the stone wall could the two people and the ghost see that there was a tiger lying there, with its fur still bright, but its whole body had shrunk greatly as if it had been dried in the shade.
Feng Youcai floated closer and took a closer look at the former king of the forest, then suddenly slapped his head hard with his phantom hand.
He sighed and said, “This tiger used to hang around that old Taoist priest.
When the old Taoist left, he saw it running out to see him off.
I didn't expect that he would die here at some point."
After seeing that magical courtyard yesterday, Feng Yijia and Meng Sheng both felt that the Taoist priest was no ordinary person.
Upon hearing this, without asking the Taoist how he got along with the wild beast, Meng Sheng took a quick look at the tiger's body to satisfy his curiosity, then squatted down, picked it up, and put it into the backpack he was carrying.
They planned to rush back to Mengjia Village today. The way back was still long, so they couldn't delay any longer.
The tiger's fur had been completely dried and was hard, but miraculously it had not rotted.
The muscles in his body had lost their elasticity, but were still relatively intact.
There were no signs of decomposition or gnawing by insects or ants on the entire body.
Just like drying up quickly into a mummy after death.
Feng Yijia touched and kneaded the tiger's stiff body, thinking of the yard where he lived last night. Although no one had lived there for a long time and it was covered with dust, all the things left behind showed no signs of insects or decay.
I couldn't help but ask my father curiously: "Dad, this body is not rotten at all, is it related to that old Taoist?"
She remembered that it was several years later when she first saw the tiger when she was a ghost. It still looked the same, but its fur was much drier and not as bright as it was now.
Feng Youcai thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. He often boils medicine and makes elixirs, and sometimes feeds them to the tiger!"
Feng Yijia didn't get a definite answer, so he didn't think about it anymore. Seeing Meng Sheng dressed and carrying the backpack, he walked out of the cave.
The group quickly returned to the village.
With Feng Youcai coming out from time to time to check the situation ahead in time, and Feng Yiji's extraordinary hearing, Meng Sheng deliberately brought a gun for self-defense but never used it once. Instead, he used the axe several times and shot down several wild sheep and muntjacs that were rare on the outskirts of the mountain.
There were several hundred pounds of meat in total, so they made a raft and the two of them took turns dragging all the prey back to the village.
Because of this delay, when I hurried back home, it was already dark.
Meng Chenglin and Chen Hongxing thought that the two would not be able to come back today, so they went to bed.
When he heard the noise, he was overjoyed to see that his son and future daughter-in-law were both fine and had brought back a pile of meat.
They stopped sleeping immediately, some were cooking, and some were processing the prey.
Having a lot of fun.
Chen Hongxing kept talking while talking to Feng Yiji and Meng Sheng about what had happened in the village in the past two days.
"Feng Yixiang's sentence has been announced. I heard that because his involvement in the case was not serious, he was sentenced to ten years.
Most of the other accomplices were shot.
The village announced yesterday that a criticism and denunciation meeting would be held in the township today.
There's no requirement to attend, but your father and I didn't go because the road was too far.
Apart from Feng Yixiang's mother, only some young people in the village were willing to go and see it.
To be honest, Feng Yixiang was treated quite badly.
I don’t even know who broke my leg.”
He sighed and said with emotion: "Even if I am released from prison in the future, my life will not be easy. My life will be ruined!"
As she spoke, she stared at the noodles boiling in the pot, not noticing the look of pain that flashed across her son's face.
Meng Sheng told his mother about his time in prison in his previous life, but because he was afraid that his mother would be too sad, he did not mention a word about the dark experiences during his time in prison.
However, Feng Yijia heard this and turned to look at Meng Sheng. Seeing that he looked strange, she reached out and pulled his clothes subtly.
Meng Sheng turned his head and caught a glimpse of the worry and concern in his sweetheart's eyes. His heart felt a little warm. Regardless of the fact that his mother was still there, he stretched out his big hand and held the small hand on the hem of his clothes tightly.
Anyway, my mother is not my father-in-law, so she will naturally be on my side.
Feng Yijia was startled. She tried to pull it out several times but failed. Facing the teasing look of her future mother-in-law, her face gradually turned red like a boiled shrimp.
The woman's face was as pretty as a lotus, and the shy look on her face as she lowered her head made Meng Sheng's originally slightly warm heart suddenly burst into flames, which seemed to be burning more and more vigorously.
This time Feng Yijia didn't need to whip him hard. He dropped his hands as if he was scalded, stood up suddenly, took a few steps with his long legs, and rushed out the door.
Only the embarrassed Feng Yijia and the half-smiling Chen Hongxing were left in silence in the kitchen.
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