Oh, ladies and gentlemen, let's not talk about the old things about the fox spirit repaying their kindness, and we won't talk about the legends of the monsters in the deep mountains and old forests, we have to talk about a strange thing that happened in Nagada in the south of us.
That place is beautiful and the people are also spiritual, but there is such a scene, and listening to it makes people's hearts beat the drum - Langzhong Lao Li treated the pangolin, but after a month, the pangolin actually dug his ancestral grave!
Isn't that a bit of a sinister thing to say?
Our old Li Langzhong, that is a well-known miracle doctor in our area, whether it is a human or an animal, any problem can be cured in his hands.
Lao Li is kind-hearted, in addition to seeing a doctor, he also likes to make some herbs, always thinking that he can study more ways to cure diseases and save people.
That summer, there was so much rain that it was like something, and the flash flood was out of control, and many parts of the village were damaged.
One morning, as soon as Lao Li opened the door, he saw an uninvited guest lying on the threshold - a pangolin that was dying.
The pangolin was covered in wounds, its scales falling all over the place, and its eyes were full of desire to survive.
When Lao Li saw it, his heart softened, and he didn't say anything, but just carried it into the house and decided to save its life. "Oops, this little guy is really miserable, but luckily he bumped into me." Lao Li muttered as he carefully cleaned the pangolin's wound and applied his own special herbs.
The pangolin seemed to be able to understand human speech, and there was a little more gratitude in his eyes.
As the days passed, under Lao Li's careful care, the pangolin's injuries slowly improved, and the scales grew back, oily and slippery, and more energetic than before.
Lao Li is so beautiful in his heart, he praises when he sees people: "Look, my medical skills can not only save people, but even the elves in the mountains and forests!" In the blink of an eye, more than three months have passed, and the pangolin has fully recovered, and Lao Li is also thinking in his heart that it is time to let it go back to the mountains and forests.
But the strange thing is that every time Lao Li opened the door, the pangolin was reluctant to give up, circling around Lao Li, as if he knew that this farewell might be goodbye. "Go, kid, the mountains and forests are your home." Lao Li finally hardened his head, gently pushed the pangolin, and watched it walk into the depths of the mountain forest step by step, until the figure disappeared into the dense bushes.
But the good times didn't last long, not long after the pangolin left, something strange happened to Lao Li's family.
That night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and Lao Li was sleeping soundly, when he was suddenly woken up by a "boom" sound.
He hurriedly put on his clothes, opened the door and looked, only to see the backyard blazing and smoky, and then looked closely, the ancestral tomb was actually cut upside down, and the tombstones were all down, and it was a mess. "This.
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What's going on? Lao Li was stunned, and the ominous premonition in his heart arose.
Oh, that's a real disturbance.
As soon as Lao Li heard that there was movement on the side of the ancestral grave, he hurriedly called his family to take a look.
When they got there, they found rows of paw prints around the ancestral grave, oddly shaped, neither cat nor dog.
Lao Li's heart tightened, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind: "This can't be the pangolin's doing, right?" He had mixed feelings in his heart, both confused and afraid.
Lao Li knew that pangolins were born to make holes, but this was the first time he had heard of digging people's ancestral graves.
Lao Li decided to go up the mountain to find pangolins by himself, he brought dry food and water, and cut through thorns and thorns along the way, deep into the mountains and forests.
After a difficult search, the pangolin was finally found in a hidden valley.
This pangolin is no longer the weak it used to be, and its eyes are full of determination, as if it is guarding something important.
Lao Li slowly approached and asked softly, "Child, is it you?"
Why are you doing this? The pangolin seemed to understand, and slowly turned around, his eyes revealing mixed emotions.
At this time, Lao Li found that not far behind the pangolin, there was a small hole hidden by weeds, and the entrance of the cave still shone with a faint light.
Lao Li's heart moved, carefully brushed aside the weeds, and when he saw that there was a rare herb hidden in the cave, the herb exuded a faint fluorescence, which was the magic medicine he had been looking for for many years - Lingzhu Grass, which could bring the dead back to life and have the miraculous effect of changing one's life against the sky.
It turned out that this pangolin dug the grave of the old Li Zu, not for no reason, it was to repay the favor.
It knew that Lao Li had been looking for this Lingzhu grass, so it risked its life to find it in the depths of the mountains and forests, and cleverly hid it under the grave of Lao Li's ancestor, wanting to use this to repay Lao Li for saving his life.
But it didn't expect that its kindness would cause such a big misunderstanding.
Lao Li looked at the pangolin and the precious Lingzhu grass in front of him, and felt moved and guilty in his heart.
He understands that everything in this world has spirituality, and he knows that the picture of gratitude, even if it is a small pangolin. "Kid, I'm wrong about you." Lao Li's voice trembled a little, and his eyes were red.
He crouched down and gently stroked the pangolin's back, the scales glowing softly in the moonlight, as if to comfort Lao Li.
"Hey, this is a whole matter, our misunderstanding is big." Lao Li sighed, that taste in his heart. "That's it, kid, I have received your wishes, but this spirit bead grass is too precious, I can't just take it for nothing.
You saved my life, and I have to give you something in return. Lao Li thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "I know that there is a hot spring in the mountains, and the water is good, it can cure all kinds of diseases, and it can also strengthen the body."
In the future, if you are injured or want to find a place to recuperate, go to the hot springs to ensure that you are even more alive than you are now. As soon as Lao Li said that, a flash of light flashed in the pangolin's small eyes, like a little donkey, and gently pressed Lao Li's hand with his head.
Lao Li's heart was as warm as drinking hot sorghum wine, and this cross-species friendship made the warm current in his heart hotter than the kang head in winter.
"Alright, it's not too early, I have to go down the mountain.
You take care of yourself and don't let people misunderstand you anymore. Lao Li slapped his buttocks, patted the soil on his body like a dirt bun, and prepared to go home.
The pangolin didn't say a word, just like a shadow, quietly followed Lao Li's buttocks, and was sent to the edge of the forest, before reluctantly turning his head and returning to his own territory.
As soon as Lao Li returned to the village, the first thing he did was to gather the elders in the village and tell him about it from beginning to end.
When everyone heard this, they were all amazed, and praised the pangolin as a good guy who knew how to repay his kindness, and Lao Li was also a good man with benevolence and benevolence.
"This must be written down and passed on to future generations." The patriarch touched the gray beard with a serious face, "We have to let future generations know that whether it is a human or a beast, there is affection and righteousness, and we have to learn to be grateful and learn to cherish." In this way, Lao Li's adventure was made into a story by the old people in the village and passed down from generation to generation.
When night falls, the children of the village sit around the fire and listen to the old people tell the legendary story of the relationship between Langzhong and the pangolin, and their eyes are full of curiosity about the unknown world and yearning for good morals.
Since that incident, Lao Li has strengthened his belief in practicing medicine to save people.
He not only used his medical skills to treat countless patients, but also often taught his disciples to have good thoughts and respect for every life.
Under his influence, the level of medical care in the village gradually improved, and the life of the villagers became more harmonious and happy.
As for the pangolin, it seems to have become the guardian spirit of the mountains and forests, often helping those who have gone astray or been injured.
Whenever someone mentions it, it's always with a bit of awe and gratitude.
And every full moon night, the pangolin will always quietly come to the backyard of Lao Li's house, quietly looking at the ancestral tomb that has been renovated, as if silently guarding this deep friendship across races.
Time flies like a white horse, and decades have passed in the blink of an eye.
Lao Li is already a gray-haired old man, but his eyes are still bright, full of love for life and expectations for the future.
He often sits under the big locust tree in front of his house, looking at the endless mountains in the distance, and his heart is full of emotion.
"In this life, it is really a blessing for my old Li Sansheng to meet such a psychic pangolin." He muttered to himself, "I hope that in the next life, we can continue to lead." Just then, a small pangolin poked its head out of the grass and looked curiously at the old man.
Its eyes were full of innocence and curiosity, as if it was the descendant of the pangolin that Lao Li had saved.
As soon as Lao Li saw that scene, his face bloomed with joy, and he was as kind as an old grandfather.
He reached out and touched the little guy's head lightly. "Hey, little one, you're here too?" His voice was as gentle as coaxing his grandson, "Come, let grandpa see if you have grown taller." The little thing of the pangolin, who didn't recognize life at all, put his head on Lao Li's hand, and then ran into the forest with a puff of smoke.
Lao Li looked at its back, and the beauty in his heart was like drinking honey.
He understands that this cross-species relationship has been deeply rooted in this land and has become the talk of the villagers after dinner.
Lao Li looked at the figure of the pangolin in the distance, and the warm current in his heart did not recede for a long time.
He stood up, patted the soil on his body, and pondered in his heart: "In this world, it is better to be more warm and less suspicious." Since then, Lao Li has not only continued his medical skills, but also developed a habit of sneaking up the mountain with herbs and food on the fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, and placing them in the place where he and the pangolin first met.
Although the pangolin never showed up again, Lao Li knew that it could definitely feel this heart.
When the people in the village saw Lao Li doing this, they all followed suit, and began to care more about the creatures in the mountains and forests, no longer hunting and killing indiscriminately, but often leaving food behind, hoping to live in peace with these friends in the mountains and forests.
Over time, the forests around the village became more and more vibrant, and the wildlife increased, and you could occasionally see some strange species.
The years are unforgiving, and in a blink of an eye, Lao Li is already a gray-haired old man.
Although his body is not as strong as before, his eyes are still so bright, as if he can see through everything in the world.
Whenever the sun sets, he sits under the old locust tree in front of his house, holding a dry tobacco pouch in his hand, smoking a cigarette while telling those ancient and magical stories to the children sitting around him. "You know what?
In the past, there was a Lang Zhong who saved a pangolin...... Lao Li's voice was low and magnetic, and whenever he talked about a critical moment, he always deliberately stopped, which made the children very curious.
But the years are not forgiving after all, and Lao Li's body is not as good as day by day.
One day, he was lying in bed, looking at the familiar sky outside the window, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.
He knew he might not have many days left.
So, he struggled to sit up and called his most proud disciple, Xiao Zhang. "Xiao Zhang, Master has something to explain to you." Although Lao Li's voice was weak, his eyes were very firm, "After I left, you remember that on the fifteenth day of the first month of every month, you have to go up the mountain and send some food and herbs to the creatures in that place for me. "That was an agreement between me and them, and it is also the most precious memory of my life."
When Xiao Zhang heard this, his eyes couldn't help but moisten.
He knelt in front of Lao Li's bed and nodded solemnly: "Master, don't worry, I will fulfill this wish for you." ”
Soon after, Lao Li passed away peacefully.
The people of the village were saddened by him, but at the same time they were touched by the good deeds he had done in this life.
According to Lao Li's last wishes, they buried him next to the ancestral grave so that he could rest in peace.
Xiao Zhang, on the other hand, kept in mind Master's entrustment, and on the fifteenth day of the first month of every month, he would go up the mountain on time to deliver food and herbs to the creatures in the mountains and forests for Lao Li.
He also built a hut on the hill where all kinds of herbs and food were stored for those who needed them to take their own hands.
With the passage of time, this hut gradually became a small "love station" in the mountains and forests.
More and more creatures are beginning to know about this place, either when they are injured or when they are hungry they come to seek food.
And every time at this time, Xiao Zhang would always stand aside silently, watching all this happen, and his heart was full of emotion and relief.
In the blink of an eye, decades have passed.
Xiao Zhang has also become a gray-haired old man, but he still insists on the habit of going up the mountain every month to deliver food and herbs.
And that "love station" has long been famous, and has become a good story in several nearby villages.
One day, as usual, Zhang went up the mountain to deliver food, when he suddenly found an elderly pangolin lying quietly at the door of the hut.
Its eyes were full of exhaustion and vicissitudes, but when it saw Xiao Zhang, a familiar light flashed in its eyes.
"Is that you?
Friends? Xiao Zhang asked in a trembling voice.
The pangolin seemed to understand him and nodded slowly.
With tears in his eyes, Zhang squatted down and gently stroked the pangolin's back.
He knew that this pangolin must be the descendants of the pangolin that was saved by Lao Li back then, and it must have come to thank them.
"Thank you, old friend." Xiao Zhang choked up and said, "You make us believe that there are miracles in this world." ”
The pangolin seemed to understand Zhang's words, and it gently rubbed Zhang's hand with its head, then slowly turned around and disappeared into the forest.
Xiao Zhang, on the other hand, stood in place, looking at the back of the pangolin in the distance, full of emotion and satisfaction.
He knew that this friendship, which spanned several generations, would be passed on forever and become the most valuable treasure of this land.