Chapter 144

Nanmao didn't intend to continue the topic of losing face with Tang an, so he stepped on Tang an's palm and urged him to go quickly.

Tang an continues to pull away the trunk branches and leaves in front. At the same time, because Nanmao is sitting on his shoulder, he wants to pull away the leaves at a higher place, or hit her in the face. It is estimated that she will find herself in trouble.

"So... Is there a ceremony to bring people back to life?" Tang an asked with great expectation and some uneasiness.

Nanmao loosened his hand holding Tang'an's earlobe, put it on his cheek, and then put it away. A soft feeling appeared in his heart. This feeling seemed to make people disperse other emotions, and then become focused. Influenced by another person's emotions, the thinking in his mind seemed to change his habits... Nanmao was a little uncomfortable, Shook his head to dispel the feeling that filled his heart.

She knew why she asked this and what he was looking forward to... When she first met him, she was next to his mother's graveyard, the boy lying on the grass and holding the gravestone motionless, regardless of the warm sun.

"I know what you're thinking... Just as I told you just now, nothing in the world can exist forever, let alone weak humans?" Nanmao lowered his voice, like the wind passing through the leaves stirred by Tang an, which was a little unnatural.

"I see." Tang sighed. Fortunately, he didn't expect too much. He just heard Nanmao mention magical rituals. These rituals are very mysterious and powerful. It's inevitable to look forward to the art of bringing back the dead. After all, in those stories, bringing back the dead and immortality are side by side. Since immortality can be realized in a certain sense, Then a certain degree of resurrection may be OK.

"But..."

"But what?" Tang an asked again.

"Don't get excited!" Nanmao hates that others expect him to do what he can't do, "As you expected, it is impossible for your mother to reappear in front of you as before death. However, I can use the ceremony of backtracking supplemented by Alchemy to reappear her in front of you. She has feelings and memories of you, but she can't be called alive. She can be said to be a dead person who maintains her existence with alchemy."

"It's no different from bringing the dead back to life!" no matter how it exists, for Tang an, the most important thing is, of course, the mother's feelings and her memory. Is there any difference between maintaining existence by Alchemy and maintaining life by medical means? No!

"If you can accept this... My spiritual power will be restored in the future, and I can help you see your mother again..." Nanmao looked ahead and sighed with some doubt, "the human emotion for giving birth to his own female really makes the cat unable to understand."

"OK, OK!" Tang an was overjoyed. He was excited and wanted to jump up. Compared with immortality, this is what Tang an dreamed of most. Tang an said repeatedly: "king, from now on, I will be your most loyal slave! No, I will be a slave. Even if you let me dig a hole and bury myself now, I will!"

"Why do I want you to dig a hole and bury yourself?" Nanmao was angry when he saw Tang an so happy. "What? Since then, isn't it before!"

"It used to be!" Tang an loudly announced his incomparable loyalty to the South cat king.

Nanmao held his hands in front of his chest. Why did he see his sudden depression? I couldn't help hoping that he would be happy, but I was particularly unhappy to see that he was happy because of something else, a human or a female human!

Nanmao didn't want to talk to Tang'an anymore. He just sat on his shoulder and felt the traces of residual spiritual power in the air, leaves and grass.

After walking for a long time, they gradually saw a faint moonlight coming in front of them. They knew that it must be because there was an open ground over there, so they accelerated their pace. Tang an and Nanmao walked to a big tree in front of them, and their eyes suddenly opened up.

Here is a piece of emerald green grassland with light luster in the moonlight, bearing small light blue fluorescent flowers one after another. It is surrounded by tall broad-leaved trees around this large grassland.

There was a dilapidated temple in the middle of the grassland. Tang an thought of the place where the old man said to worship the lake God for the first time.

The dog headed man in the stall literature is not credible, but it is not uncommon to say that the custom of worshipping the lake God is not fabricated by carpet tabloids and magazines. Most rivers and lakes will have a worship ceremony before fishing in the fishing season, praying not to encounter strong winds and waves and fish and shrimp.

This small temple should be the place to worship before. Now it is probably used by the old man to worship the dog headed man Lake God.

Nanmao jumped down from Tang an's shoulder, his skirt flying and falling.

"The residual traces of spiritual power are the strongest here..." Nanmao closed his eyes, raised his head, walked, looked and smelled, which is the way for cats to perceive the world.

Tang an watched the moonlight fall on her delicate little face. The quiet look and beautiful face made people's heart beat. Tang an remembered a lyrics: the night is too beautiful and you are too gentle.

"Tang an, tear down that temple!" Nanmao shouted, pointing to the small temple.

Sure enough... The night is too beautiful and the king of Nanmao is too gentle. It's definitely an illusion! Tang an asked strangely, "why did you tear down the temple?"

"There is a dog painted on the door panel of the temple. I hate dogs!" although he came to investigate the trace of dog headed people, Nanmao doesn't like to see the dog pattern in the place of worship like the "Temple", because the dog spirit family is not a royal family, and only the royal family can have totems in places like the temple.

The king is the king. He can do whatever he likes and dislikes anytime and anywhere. Tang an remembered that he had just expressed his loyalty, so he walked up without hesitation and prepared to remove the door panel... After all, Tang an was afraid of dismantling the temple. It was not the dog headed man or the Lake God who was afraid, but the people in his heart who were in awe.

"Wait!"

Tang Angang just walked to the small temple and was about to observe the dog's pattern and kick down the door. Nanmao suddenly spoke.

"The dog painted like a new year picture, like a door god..." Tang an looked back at Nanmao while observing, wondering why she suddenly shouted to make him stop.

Nanmao didn't see Tang an's puzzled eyes or explain why. He just opened his hands and looked up at the moon in the sky.

The moonlight seemed to feel something. In Tang an's surprised eyes, the moonlight shining on flowers and grass shifted from its original position and landed on Nanmao.

Without the moonlight, the flowers and plants that are green or emitting fluorescence in the moonlight lose a lot of ammonia nitrogen in an instant.

Nanmao seemed to have condensed moonlight. The layers of moonlight covered her like a gauze. Tang an stared, but Nanmao's clothes seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.

Light, showing the curve of her body, although young, still by the soft lines.

The whole body of Nanmao seemed to be carved with jade, transparent and crystal. The hazy beauty made Tang an hold her breath.

Suddenly, the light was so bright that Tang an didn't have time to make a choice between keeping attention in surprise and turning his head quickly. The dazzling light had covered Nanmao's body.

Nanmao stretched out her young body and rolled it up again. When the light dissipated, Tang an saw a large white cat with full body fluorescence.

The floating hair exudes the bright luster of the diamond version. She proudly looks up at the moon, and then turns her head to look at Tang an.

At this moment, the big white cat jumped into the sky along the moonlight, and then turned into a little light and disappeared without a trace.

Tang an stared at the sky. After looking at it for a while, he found that Nanmao didn't jump up and then jumped down again.

"Where have you been?" Tang an looked up at the sky. There was water vapor over Yangcheng Lake, but in such weather, you can still clearly see the stars and moon shining, but there was no big white cat flying.

"At least say where you're going?" Tang an helplessly lowered his head and began to observe around.

There is no change around. It seems that the moonlight has been absorbed by Nanmao. The flowers and plants really don't have the original feeling of being filled with spirit. If there was a feeling of fairy flowers and plants in the fairyland, now they feel like flowers and plants planted in general botanical gardens.

Tang an came to the broken temple again. It was a small temple less than three meters high. The roof was covered with mud paste and green tiles. There were many hollowed holes in the three walls. The main gate was the two big wooden doors painted with dogs.

Although the picture of the dog on the wooden door is not very good, it can be seen that it is just an ordinary local dog. Tang an patted the same kind of local dog in another state, and then walked into the temple.

Although the temple is small, it seems a little empty because there is only one clay Bodhisattva in the whole temple. In front of the clay Bodhisattva is a shaky eight immortals table with a gray Futon in front of the table.

Tang an stepped on the sand and dew all night, and his pants had long been dirty. He didn't mind kneeling down and worshipping the Bodhisattva. It was an disrespectful apology for the door opening just now, or he asked for forgiveness when he continued to open the door.

When Nanmao comes back, it is estimated that she will still tear down the temple door.

After Tang an worshipped the Bodhisattva, he observed the Bodhisattva and couldn't help laughing. It turned out that the Bodhisattva was spliced. It seemed that the lower body of the Bodhisattva was brother Guan. The style of the robe was very familiar. Brother Guan's head was missing, but a clay dog's head with round eyes on his neck. The workmanship was very rough, The expression of squinting at people reminds Tang an of a firewood dog that is popular all over the Internet.

Tang an felt that this must be a good thing done by the old man who said he had seen the lake God. The original worship here was probably brother Guan. Then the old man wanted to worship the lake God, but he didn't reshape the gold body for the lake God. He simply changed a dog head. This is much simpler and the cost is low.

The light in the temple is too dark. Although he can see it clearly, he can't take pictures with his mobile phone. Tang an decides to take a picture and send it to his circle of friends after dawn.

After sitting for a while, Tang an was a little hungry. After all, it took a lot of effort to walk so far with a Nanmao sitting on her shoulder, but the cooking and barbecue materials were all in Nanmao. She couldn't go down to the lake to catch crabs and fish to eat raw.

Forget it, wait for Nanmao slowly. Tang an sat back on the futon again. Now he can only wait for Nanmao here.