It was mid-afternoon, and the bright sunshine was shining on the lush mountains and forests.

A moss-stained stone step leads to the top of the mountain.

Mo Hua's steps were brisk and his body was light as he climbed up the mountain steps, humming a little tune.

But when he reached the ruined temple, he was stunned.

"No one?"

The ruined temple was empty, there was no human figure, and there was no aura of the mountain god in the senses.

Mo Hua looked intently and saw that on the altar, several steamed buns had gone rancid and some fruits had dried. They had been there for who knows how long.

There was no meat on the altar, only a wine glass.

The wine glass is full, but what is in it is not wine, but the rainwater that flows down from the eaves when the mountain rain pours. The water surface is clear, but the bottom of the glass is covered with dust.

It looked desolate and desolate.

Mo Hua is somewhat sympathetic.

What a miserable mountain god.

"Huangshanjun?"

Mo Hua shouted a few words, but the ruined temple was empty, the eaves were leaking, and the mountains were lonely. The voice echoed a few times, but disappeared again.

"Not at home?"

Mo Hua frowned, feeling rather melancholy as if he had traveled thousands of miles to see a friend, only to find that the friend was gone and gone.

"That's not right..."

Where can a mountain god go? Not even a temple?

The ink painting looked around, but the ruined temple was only a small place with tattered walls. Looking around, there was still no sign of Huangshan Jun.

Mo Hua narrowed his eyes, and suddenly his heart moved.

He noticed that in his spiritual incarnation, the few strands of pale golden blood marrow refined from the "bone marrow" of the leader of the group of demons, Sheep Horns, suddenly began to tremble.

Mo Hua suddenly understood, and followed the pull of the light golden divine blood, he walked out of the temple gate, walked around the ruined temple, and found a statue of a puppy in the corner behind the temple.

The puppy statue was gray, bald, and dirty, with its head hanging down, lying in the grass, not daring to show any breath.

Mo Hua squatted in front of the puppy statue, looking at it silently with his big eyes.

The puppy didn't dare to move.

"Hello--"

Mo Hua whispered.

The eyes of the clay sculpture of the puppy looked a little panicked for some reason.

"Tiger——"

Mo Hua shouted again in a low voice.

The clay sculpture puppy wants to close its eyes.

"After all, he is a mountain god. Isn't it shameful to hide among puppies..." Mo Hua said.

The puppy felt ashamed and angry, but still did not show any reaction.

Mo Hua looked a little unhappy. He raised three fingers and said solemnly: "I only count three times. If you don't come out, I won't be polite..."

"three……"

"two……"

Before counting the three times, smoke curled up from the puppy statue, and the long and narrow smiling face of Huangshan Jun appeared.

Seeing Mo Hua's unkind expression, Huangshan Jun smiled warmly and kindly:

"Ah... who was I at that time? It turned out to be a little friend. There was nothing going on in the mountains. I was basking in the sun and accidentally fell asleep. I missed my welcome. Don't blame me..."

Mo Hua looked up at the sky and said strangely:

"It's shady here, why do you want to bask in the sun?"

Mr. Huangshan suffocated and forced out a smile, "It's warm and cool at the same time in the shade and in the sun..."

Then, afraid of Mo Hua's questioning, it immediately changed the topic:

"My little friend came to see me. What's the matter?"

Mo Hua's attention was indeed diverted.

"Yes." Mo Hua nodded. Just as he was about to speak, he glanced at Huangshan Jun and asked curiously: "Are you going to stay in this puppy forever?"

Mr. Huangshan slandered, "You think I think..."

"If it weren't for hiding..."

When Huangshan Jun thought about this, he was suddenly startled and couldn't help but ask:

"How do you know that I'm 'hiding'... not that I'm here to bask in the sun?"

It "lowered its dignity" and even lost face. It lived in such a small mud dog clay sculpture and even hid the origin of the mountain god, but it was still found...

Mo Hua said: "I feel it."

"Feel?"

"Well," Mo Hua nodded, "I felt like you were here, and then I came over to look for it, and found that you were indeed here!"

Mr. Huangshan's scalp went numb after hearing this.

It’s over, this little disaster star can’t be avoided...

That's outrageous...

Smart little ghosts are not scary, but the most terrifying thing is this kind of little ghost who is not only smart but also talkative.

Without any tricks, it’s hard to guard against...

Huangshan Jun sighed, slowly walked out of the clay sculpture of the puppy, stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, "Please come to the humble house to reminisce about the past..."

So the mountain god led the way, and the ink painting swaggered, and he followed the mountain god into the ruined temple.

Huangshan Jun turned into plumes of blue smoke, but still resides in the clay sculpture of the mountain god in the center of the altar.

Mo Hua was sitting next to the altar, chatting "side by side" with Huangshan Jun.

It's just that Huangshan Jun seemed a little reserved, so Mo Hua was puzzled and said:

"I won't 'eat' you. Why are you so afraid?"

Huangshan Jun smiled "hehe" and thought to himself: "Guess whether I believe it or not..."

But on the surface it still smiled and said:

"My little friend Bingxue is smart and has a Taoist heart as clear as a mirror. You are different from the ordinary world. I don't even have time to make friends with you. How can I avoid you?"

Mo Hua naturally didn't believe it. He glanced at Huangshan Jun and asked curiously:

"Tiger, were you very powerful before?"

Huangshan Jun was startled, his smile faded, and he asked strangely: "How do you know?"

"I guessed."

Huang Shanjun shook his head, "Do you think I look powerful?"

Mo Hua looked at Huangshan Jun with clear eyes and a calm voice:

"He is ten feet long, with seven feet of claws, brown fur, divine power that covers the mountains, a strong aura, eyes soaked in blood, boundless ferocity and evil thoughts, entangled in the body..."

Huangshan Jun's eyes suddenly turned ferocious, and then he touched the deep gaze of the ink painting, and his face turned pale again.

"You, you...what exactly..."

Mo Hua blinked and whispered:

"Were you really like this before?"

Huangshan Jun looked bitter, "How did you know?"

Mo Hua said: "I had a dream at night, and I dreamed of a mountain god who looked like a big yellow rat. I guessed it might be you, so I came to ask you."

Huangshan Jun looked complicated. After hesitating several times, he sighed:

"That's all in the past..."

"In the past, I did enjoy a place of incense. My spiritual thoughts were so powerful that they enveloped the mountains and rivers and transformed into a divine form. Under the laws of heaven, I was at the top of a world and was almost unrivaled."

"But mountain gods are just like people. Once they become arrogant, they will be invaded by evil spirits."

"You will know what happened next... Oh, I can't bear to look back. Now I am in a state of despair..."

"...are you being bullied by me?" Mo Hua said.

Huangshan Jun nodded, "Yes..."
To be continued...