Chapter 219: Wanderers and Returnees
This wasn't just any fire, but the fire in Zhao Siqi's heart. It was just that his magic power was low, his fire was weak, and it was winter, so the fire was hidden and he had no way to draw on it. Therefore, he needed blood as a catalyst to unleash the fire of righteous indignation in his heart.
By dawn, the heat in the fire pit was gone, and only a disgusting burnt smell lingered in the air, making one dizzy.
Zhao Siqi jumped into the pit, took out a dagger and sawed off Mu Ke's head.
The steel fork had been burned beyond use and had to be left in the pit.
Zhao Siqi carried Mu Ke's horrifically burned head, and descended the mountain, reeking of smoke, to the village at the foot of the mountain. Then, she knocked on a household's back door and said, "Open the door, Sister Hua."
The back door opened, revealing a tear-stained face.
Sister Hua looked at Zhao Siqi, who was covered in charcoal dust and standing in front of her, holding a huge, inhuman head in his hand. She looked shocked and frightened and asked, "Why are you here?"
Zhao Siqi knew that he looked very scary, so he didn't go in. Instead, he stood at the door and bowed, saying, "The one who is asking for my daughter's worship on the mountain is not the mountain god, but this monster."
He threw the head of Mu Ke in his hand to the ground and said, "This monster is called Mu Ke. It is humanoid but not human. I know you are the woman chosen to worship the mountain god, and that is why you and your old mother shed tears every day."
"I'm grateful for your kindness. I've taken Mu Ke's head as a reward. Don't be sad anymore. Take good care of your mother and live a good life."
Tears welled up in Sister Hua's eyes. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed twice to Zhao Siqi, saying, "Thank you, Immortal, for saving me!"
Zhao Siqi didn't help her either. He just laughed and said, "I'm not an immortal. I'm just a homeless person."
His voice was getting farther and farther away, and could no longer be heard.
Sister Hua looked up and saw that the young man wearing her father's old cotton-padded jacket had disappeared, leaving only a hideous and terrifying wooden head in the ashes.
Sister Hua mustered up the courage to carry Mu Ke's head into the room, sobbing, "Mom, we are saved."
Zhao Siqi was wearing a worn cotton coat and was already walking to the next place.
He had no way to stop. He had already stayed here long enough to deal with Mu Ke.
If possible, Zhao Siqi would prefer to stay in Zhaojiazhuang and Fox Hill.
But the wet nurse was dead, and there was no one or anything he cared about in Zhaojiazhuang. The snake demon Xiao Qi was also a difficult threat to deal with, and he had no way of dragging down the fox fairy and Kang Wen in Fox Hill.
Thinking about the past, Zhao Siqi's stomach rumbled. In order to fight Mu Ke, he had already consumed too much physical strength and had not eaten a meal yet.
Smoke rises in the distance, and the aroma of Laba porridge seems to float in the air.
Zhao Siqi vaguely remembered that it was already the twelfth lunar month, and after Laba it would be the New Year. But now, there was no one to accompany him to celebrate the New Year.
He cheered himself up and thought, "I should try to find a way to get a bowl of porridge. I remember that temples or kind people would give out porridge on Laba Festival. Maybe I can get a bowl to fill my stomach."
Zhao Siqi was still recalling the taste of Laba porridge in his mind, when smoke was already rising from the Fox Courtyard.
The foxes were still in class, and Gong Mengbi was making porridge by himself.
Take the best rice and cook it until it becomes sticky. Then put oval hazelnut kernels, half-round chestnuts, milky white peanuts, sweet and crispy almonds, and colorful candied fruits. It must be sticky and appetizing. You can eat several bowls at a time and your belly will be full.
Gong Mengbi was not stingy with the good ingredients, and the pot of eight-treasure sweet porridge was fragrant and tempting.
Several fox prisoners were adding firewood and fanning the fire, carrying washed rice, and staring at the big pots as they walked. They almost stumbled and broke the bowls in their hands.
The first Laba porridge to be baked is naturally to be offered to the gods. The Queen Mother of Mount Tai and the Jade Fairy Goddess are invited to enjoy it first, and then wait for the fox to finish his get out of class.
As soon as the time came, the foxes rushed out of the school in a hurry. They felt that four legs were not enough and wished they could grow two more legs. They rushed straight to the altar.
The greedy fox who came first ran to the big pot and saw Gong Mengbi preparing food. Then he transformed into a human form in a puff of smoke and said in a pretentious manner, "Master."
The fox prisoner at the side handed him a bowl and spoon, and Gong Mengbi filled him a bowl of porridge and said, "Study hard. It's okay to be greedy, but your mind must be upright."
The greedy fox agreed and went to drink porridge.
Soon, a queue formed in front of several pots. Gong Mengbi ordered the five ghosts to be responsible for making porridge and also said some auspicious words to bless all the foxes.
When the two gentlemen came again, Gong Mengbi offered them the Laba porridge he had prepared and said, "To bring you good luck."
Ning Caichen and Ma Junji were in a good mood while eating, and in this cold winter, they couldn't help but miss home.
Fortunately, Fox Hill is not far from Wuning County, and they can go back quickly, but for those who are struggling for their livelihood and their lives, even a bowl of Laba porridge is a luxury.
As the New Year draws closer, Ning Caichen and Ma Junji also take a vacation and go home to celebrate the New Year.
A group of foxes left Fox Hill, but there were still many foxes left, and it was still as lively as last year.
Fatty Kang closed the restaurant and took Xiao Yier and Xiangjun out of the north of Jinhua City and headed up the mountain.
Xiao Yier asked, "Isn't this the way back to Wu Ning? Master, where are you taking us?"
Fatty Kang said, "Your uncle asked me to pick someone up."
Xiao Yi'er asked curiously, "Who is it?"
Fatty Kang didn't say anything. He didn't know who they were. He just mentioned it when the Five Ghosts and Gods escorted the Guanghan Feixian Wine last time, asking him to come to the Lanyin Temple in the north of the city to bring two people back when he goes home at the end of the year.
In Lanyin Temple, Xiaoqian was looking down the mountain with an umbrella, her expression somewhat melancholy.
Zhu Zhengxin panted heavily, suppressing the desire in his heart, and said, "Don't look. You are a ghost, and I am a monster. Once we go down the mountain, no one will pay attention to us."
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