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That stele was not an ancient stele. The surface was severely corroded by salt, and the characters that could still be read were crooked. It looked like a stele carved by an amateur, using Chinese characters. Because the corrosion is too serious, the age cannot be seen, but they are all contemporary simplified characters, so they cannot be too far away from the present.

"It's probably the monument carved by Li Jun."

An Xuefeng analyzed: "Generally speaking, he is the only one in Zimata Village who has come into contact with the statue of the Salt God over the years. Moreover, in this closed village, Li Jun has been exposed to the outside world, has read books, and understands simplified Chinese characters."

There are still many illiterate people in remote mountain villages. Although Zhimata Village is located in Zhangjiajie National Forest Park, it stands to reason that there will be many tourists on weekdays. This is also an ethnic village that can become rich through tourism. From Tujia Amei It can be seen from the B\u0026B that Zimata Village has this development direction, but superstition and pollution shrouded the village decades ago, allowing it to still maintain its original appearance after so many years.

"And I am more inclined to believe that the place where the Salt God statue first appeared was not in the tree hole. The statue and these funerary objects were all picked up by Li Jun."

He must know where the statue of the Salt God first appeared, so he was able to record that 'it fell outside.' As for other information recorded on the stone tablet, because he did not know the specific time when the 'earthquake' occurred, An Xuefeng had two kind of speculation.

First, the earthquake occurred after Li Jun was born. He may have picked up the statue of the Salt God during the earthquake and enshrined it. But this doesn’t explain how Li Jun knew that the Salt God was ‘disliked’ by the Wuluo Mountain God? Could it be that the chieftain king was entrusting a dream? But even if they were told in a dream, they should be asked to throw the statue of the Salt God further away. After all, this is also within the jurisdiction of the Wuluo Mountain God.

So An Xuefeng is more inclined to the first guess.

"Zero Guidance, you said that gods are formed by human cognition and thoughts."

An Xuefeng looked at Yi Ling and asked solemnly: "Will the 'god' who already has his own mind ask his believers to record their origins and life?"

Just like missionary work, faith spreads more and more widely, and stories are passed down from generation to generation with inscriptions and records.

Li Jun obviously couldn't write a history book for the Salt God, but it was still within his ability to carve a stone tablet.

An Xuefeng suspected that Li Jun had been deeply contaminated after coming into contact with the Salt God's statue, and learned about the Salt God's will to "carve monuments for Him to spread history, etc." and also learned the reason why the Salt God's statue appeared here. .

Therefore, Li Jun, who carved a monument to 'record' the deeds of the Salt God statue, became the so-called Salt God believer.

"It's definitely possible."

Yi Ling was holding a small bowl and still picking out the crispy chili peppers to eat. Her lips were bright red, and she occasionally breathed in softly like a cat when the spicy food was so spicy. She did not acknowledge it outright, and her answers were a bit ambiguous. But An Xuefeng had his own judgment. He continued: "And I think that Li Jun was only communicating with the statue of the 'Salt God' and did not 'dialogue' with the Salt God himself."

Otherwise, what is recorded on the stone tablet should be the story of the Salt God, not 'the statue of the Salt God was thrown out by the mountain god because of the displeasure'. This is no different from being kicked out by the mountain god! An Xuefeng therefore further speculated that this statue probably did not have much self-awareness and was not smart. After all, myths spread the power and mystery of gods and they were unfathomable. There was no record of such stupid things.

"If the statue of the Salt God comes from the tomb of the Tusi King, then there may be more than one of it."

Yu Hehui analyzed that most of the murals in the tombs of princes and princes were related to their deeds during their lifetimes, and those with a long bloodline would more or less record the great deeds of their first ancestors. The original Linjun killed the Salt God, broke through the obstacles and led his people to find a place to survive. "Killing the Salt God" is definitely worthy of being on the mural, and it is normal for the statue of the loser to be buried as a burial object.

Judging from the size described by An Xuefeng and the others and the analysis of the 'mind' of the Salt God statue, Yu Hehui believed that if the Salt God statue was really the carrier of the Salt God's will in the past, as a 'defeated', it should be divided It was divided into several pieces and placed in different directions of the tomb.

“The phenomenon of ‘dismemberment’ is very common in ancient myths and legends around the world.”

Yu Hehui explained that it is written in "The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wilderness Western Classic": "There are ten gods, named Nuwa's intestines, who turned into gods and lived in the wilderness of Liguang." The head of the 'original man' in the Indian creation myth changed For Brahman, the shoulders became Kshatriyas, the legs became Vaishyas, and the feet became Sudras. In Babylonian mythology, Marduk divided the body of Tiamat, the mother of dragons, to create heaven and earth.

Most of the myths and creations are based on the 'dismemberment' of the original gods. Dismemberment is to disperse the divine power of the gods. The victor's "dismemberment" of the defeated is more likely to suppress and exploit the enemy.

After the Salt God really 'existed' and was killed by the first generation Lin Jun, it was normal for him to be dismembered. Yu Hehui even further suggested: "That may not be the statue of the Salt God, but a part of the Salt God's body."

If the body of the Salt God was like a salt stone, it would have been passed down for so many years, and it would be normal for the chieftain king to be considered a statue. Human cognition will affect the state of the 'god'. Its self-understanding is obviously not very clear. It still thinks that it is a statue, and it is normal for Li Jun to carve the story.

"After eating, you can confirm its true form by peeling off the salt layer around it."

An Xuefeng said.

"But if it is really part of the Salt God's body, it would be too dangerous."

Wang Yushu was a little worried.

"No problem. Have you forgotten? The salt god on the stone tablet is 'disliked' by the mountain god."

Mao Xiaole smiled, took out a bag of spicy dried tofu and handed it to Ling, saying: "Captain An, what we felt in the afternoon was the gaze of the mountain god... right?"

Obviously, Wang Yushu also told Mao Xiaole what happened in the afternoon. Mao Xiaole looked at An Xuefeng while talking, and suddenly found that Captain An also glanced at him at the same time. That look inexplicably made Mao Xiaole's back hairy, and he immediately subconsciously took back the hand that was originally handing the dried tofu and put it on his knees.

Yi Ling:?

Yi Ling, who was about to take the dried tofu, raised his eyebrows and stared at An Xuefeng with a smile.

"Well, that's the gaze of the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain."

An Xuefeng was very calm and took the dried tofu from Mao Xiaole's hand: "You still remember that the statue of the salt god was not so 'well-behaved' at first."

"Yeah, it's really weird."

Thinking of the scene at that time, Mao Xiaole was still frightened. They only saw the so-called statue of the salt god enshrined on the blue bricks at first glance after entering the tree hole. The next second it disappeared and merged into the ubiquitous salt layer and brine. The brine suddenly crystallized and exploded into salt flowers to firmly block the hole. The sharp salt layer grew rapidly from both sides to the middle, like a closed guillotine to cut them off.

But An Xuefeng had long anticipated that the white tiger might stimulate the 'salt god', and he and Mao Xiaole were fully prepared. They really planned to challenge the salt god to see the difference in strength. At worst, there were corn shoots that wanted to eat salt-baked pollution, and they had already drooled and ambushed underground.

Everything was ready. An Xuefeng's body was transformed into a tiger, and the little musician was about to start. At that moment, a chill swept across their backs, as if they were being "watched" by some twisted and terrifying invisible thing. But they were not affected too much. The "present" salt god shared most of the firepower. After the chill passed, the entire tree hole had returned to the appearance they saw when they first came in. The proliferating salt layer disappeared, and the statue of the salt god also "behaved" on the blue brick altar. The salt layer was obviously much thinner, and the pool of blue water on it disappeared, leaving only bare salt grains.

When An Xuefeng held it in his hand, it did not release any pollution, just like a real salt block, and it was swallowed back by the corn shoots very quietly.

"Hey, no wonder! Wuluo Mountain God dislikes Salt God for unknown reasons. Now that the Salt God statue is being watched by him, it's not going to end well."

Wang Pengpai gloated, and then couldn't help muttering: "As expected of the Salt God, he is more resistant than the old Zongzi."

The old Linjun was directly cracked by the gaze, but the Salt God statue was still almost intact. Now Captain An is already a white tiger, destined to be hostile to the Salt God. Wang Pengpai likes to nip such enemies in the bud. He will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't let the enemy be completely finished. When he thought that even the gaze of Wuluo Mountain God didn't kill the Salt God, Wang Pengpai felt itchy in his heart and couldn't help asking Ling Dao: "Dao'er, you said... cough, cough cough!"

It was terrible, Wang Pengpai almost choked himself. Why is Ling Dao eating spicy dried tofu? He remembered that the dried tofu was still in Captain An's hand just now. When did he give it to Ling Dao? This, this, this, especially when he found that An Xuefeng naturally picked up Ling Dao's lunch box and served him a bowl of porridge, Wang Pengpai felt that something was wrong.

But he didn't dare to gossip about Captain An and Director Ling. He pretended not to see it even though he choked, and continued to talk tenaciously: "Director Ling, do you think we will encounter the statue of the God of Salt on the road tomorrow?"

"Normally, you are carrying a part of the God of Salt, and it will definitely come to you."

The dried tofu was not very appetizing, not spicy enough, and too bland. Yi Ling ate a little and put it aside. He ate his porridge intermittently and said casually: "But you all have the mark of the mountain god on you, don't worry."

Having just been watched by the mountain god, the God of Salt will not come to you again in a short time.

However, his words made everyone feel even more unsure. After dinner, several people cleaned up the boiled water, roasted potatoes, and boiled eggs, and prepared the luggage and water for tomorrow's departure. Several people went to the patio to study the burial objects, the statue of the God of Salt, and the stone tablet. The outermost salt shell of this "statue" of the God of Salt was licked off by the corn shoots, revealing its true appearance. It was still oval, with a circle of circular patterns in the middle. Yu Hehui determined from experience that this was most likely an "eye".

It's just that the circular pattern is blurry, as if it was violently twisted by some force, and there is no sense of pollution even at close range. If this is really an eye of the Salt God, it must be seriously damaged because it and the Mountain God have made eye contact. There is no need to worry about the Eye of the Salt God for the time being, but no one has a solution to the Mountain God's mark until bedtime.

Wang Pengpai was still worried when he lay down on the bed at night. He had too much exercise today and was under great mental pressure. He lay down and fell asleep. He had a nightmare all night. He dreamed that his skin fell off layer by layer like an onion, and he couldn't even keep the fat. Only bones were left.

When the alarm rang, Wang Pengpai shuddered and opened his eyes suddenly. He was still immersed in a nightmare with a fast heartbeat. Seeing An Xuefeng sitting up in the other bed under the dim light, Wang Pengpai groaned weakly and complained: "Captain An, I am so useless. I had a nightmare all night." He raised his hand to cover his face, but he always felt like something was hanging on his hand, which annoyed Wang Pengpai. He grabbed the thing and pulled it while talking: "I dreamed that my skin was peeling off. What is this? Gloves?" Wang Pengpai looked at the thing he pulled off from his hand in confusion. It was a flesh-colored leather "glove" that fit his hand perfectly - no, no, it's not a glove! "Captain An! Captain An——!"

Wang Pengpai screamed and jumped up from the bed, with a bunch of skin falling off. He gasped in fright. He hugged the skin on his body in horror and screamed: "I'm peeling off! I'm stupid, I'm fucked." Damn it’s really peeling off!”

"Um."

An Xuefeng, who was on the other side, put down his phone with a serious look on his face. He woke up earlier than Wang Pengpai, and he felt something was wrong as soon as he opened his eyes. Next to him was a complete white tiger skin, which was the skin he shed.

An Xuefeng immediately examined his body, but found that except for the tiger skin he shed, there were no scars on his body, and his flesh and blood were not exposed. It was just like normal, but his physical condition seemed to be better. Yes, there's just something a little bit wrong, I can't tell.

When An Xuefeng looked at his face with his mobile phone, he finally discovered the problem.

He has become younger, and his face in his late teens is reflected in the phone mirror.