"Sleep until dawn...... It's just a good night's sleep, not bad...... Oh, by the way, you didn't have any special dreams, did you?" the six girls asked, staring into the golden boy's eyes.

The golden boy knew that in fact, the sixth girl had already known her behavior last night, so she said: "In essence, when people sleep, their behavior in dreams and their daily actions are completely the same thing. ”

The sixth girl looked at the golden boy strangely, and whispered: "Okay, golden boy, last night, I watched you turn around in front of this small tree through the window, are you ......?"

"Six girls, do you want to ask me if I heard the strange cry of the little tree?" The golden boy interrupted the six girls and said bluntly, "Of course I heard, I heard a singing sound from the little tree at night, this sound is not too ugly, but it is difficult to fathom. ”

When the golden boy saw the solemn look on the face of the six girls, he knew that the six girls also felt that Xiaoshu's cry was a bit strict, so he deliberately said to the six girls in a relaxed tone.

The golden boy naturally hid the experience of being snatched away by that kind of weird music, even if it was a six girl, she couldn't take it lightly.

"Golden Boy, do you say that the voice of this strange creature is not too bad?" The sixth girl still had a solemn face, and said, "Golden Boy, you are an immortal, I am an elf, you may not be afraid to listen to this voice, but if you let mortals hear it, you must be afraid!!"

The golden boy's heart moved, and he was about to say something, when Huanhuan came over, heard the words of the sixth girl, and said, "What the sixth sister said is yes, this little tree screams so strangely." Every household closes its doors and windows tightly, and when a child cries, an adult quickly covers the child's mouth. Scare the child and say that he is not allowed to cry, and if he cries, he will summon the elves of the alliance to his house. Golden boy, sixth sister, isn't this little tree just a crooked neck tree, what's so expensive, dig it up and burn it. Save it from being haunted. ”

"Hehe, it's not so strict. The golden boy smiled at Huanhuan, "If you talk about the people in the village in the past." It's also possible that they can't stand hearing such terrible screams, and now, they have been demonized. Be bold!!"

The golden boy is thinking about how to convince Huanhuan. At this time, the old badger spirit, Yu Wan, Sun Tianshi, Qi Monk and others also came over together.

Apparently, they came over for the strange musical sound of the little tree.

As soon as they came, they looked at the little tree. There was a strange smell in my eyes.

After everyone came over, the golden boy stopped talking to Huanhuan. While greeting Brother Qi, he pondered in his heart how to dispel the doubts in their hearts.

In short, no one should be allowed to move this small tree, which only he was most interested in.

"Hehe, you guys came here to tell me, get rid of this little tree, right?" Before they could bring it up, the golden boy broke the words first.

Several people glanced at each other, and in the end, it was Brother Qi who said first: "Yes, Golden Boy Immortal, everyone is talking about it, this little tree has an evil spirit, and I heard that it was dug up by the six girls from a small hill of the badger clan, and they all said that it was the resentful soul of a certain spirit clan, and it didn't blink a blind eye, and then it became this small tree, if it was planted in the courtyard of the headquarters, it would definitely be haunted every day, so ......"

Hearing Monk Qi say this in a deep voice, the golden boy knew that Monk Qi believed that this small tree would cause disaster.

The golden boy's mood was a little complicated, in any case, the golden boy also felt that this cry was too abnormal, however, the golden boy would never advocate, as Brother Qi and others said, to burn this small tree with fire.

However, the golden boy can't go against everyone's wishes, so he lets the old badger spirit decide.

At this time, the old badger spirit had already guessed the golden boy's thoughts, and he had already figured out how to tell everyone.

"Well, I can see that this little tree has a strange cry, and if you don't know the roots, it sounds a little unusual. "The old badger is good.

Then, the old badger spirit looked at Monk Qi, and then at a few other people, and said with a smile, "Originally, in the middle of the night, a small tree, making such an outrageous cry, naturally makes people think about the worst, but everyone listened, the cry of this small tree is not a ghost cry, it is not the resentment of the spirit of the Jing clan, this has nothing to do with the resentment of the Jing clan, the reason why it makes this kind of monk's prayer-like sound is because it prays for the whole village every night and does its best to eliminate the demonic energy on its body!"

"Blessing?!" asked the few people present almost in unison.

Sun Tianshi asked: "Badger Shuai, do you mean that this little tree is called for a while every day and night, this is not a haunting, but a blessing for the whole village?!"

Everyone stared at the old badger spirit with wide eyes, and they all felt strange for the old badger spirit, but the old badger spirit was the person with the highest cultivation in everyone's minds, and who didn't believe his words!

However, such a strange cry of the little tree turned out to be a blessing?!

The old badger spirit smiled: "You are surprised by my words, right, but I am telling the truth, and I am telling the truth. ”

As he spoke, the old badger spirit walked towards the place where the dragon-like animal and plant was, beckoned to everyone, and said, "Come with me." ”

The old badger spirit pointed to the fork of the branch on the top of the little tree and said, "What do you see what its branches look like?"

Like what?

Everyone was confused by the old badger spirit, especially Shuping and Rong Rong, Zhang Jianhua and Wang Hanjun, who can see what the branches of a small tree look like!

The old badger saw that everyone was confused, and then said: "The branch with the thickness of the arm above is actually a staff, and the branch below is as short and thick as a bowl, which is one of its hands, and this is the one of its hands, holding the staff, asking for blessings from the sky, during the day, it asks for the sun, and at night, it asks for the moon or the stars, because when it asks for blessings at night, the light is too dark, and it is afraid that the moon or the stars will not be seen, so it makes a prayer sound, through guò this sound, to communicate with the moon and the stars." This is actually the same as the monk's chanting, isn't the monk's chanting of the sutra communicating with the heavens?"

Any plant is an abstract art created by nature, not to mention that it is not an ordinary plant in the first place!

The more they looked, the more they felt that the old badger spirit was right, and the more they looked, the more they felt that the two branches were holding a staff in one hand.

"That's true," Xiu Zhi, who had been looking at the little tree, spoke first, "I have seen this thing called a staff from the old painting that my father handed down, and the staff is a very powerful magic weapon, which can subdue demons and eliminate demons, can also call for wind and rain, and of course, can also pray for the blessings of living beings. You see, isn't the fork on this little tree a staff? And it's a nine-headed dragon staff! It's the highest level of staff!"

Wang Hanjun, who had never been willing to fall behind Xiuzhi, heard Xiuzhi say this, and immediately continued: "Yes, yes, yes! When I went up the mountain to hunt, I entered a ruined temple, and the staff in the monk's hand was like this!"

Sun Tianshi, who usually tells fortunes and treats the villagers, just heard the old badger spirit say that this little tree is praying for the whole village, and his thoughts began to turn to the old badger spirit's thoughts.

As Sun Tianshi, who was bent on getting along with the old badger spirit, of course, he had to follow the old badger spirit's train of thought as much as possible, and then said: "Well, I can also see that the hand holding the staff under it has eight fingers! ”

It turned out that Huanhuan, who was the most advocative of disposing of this "demon tree", heard his mother say so, and saw that everyone could see that it was a tree spirit, and he was known for his superhuman vision, how could he be clumsy at this time?

So, Huan Huan also raised his voice and said an octave: "My mother is right, in fact, I have already told the staff of the command headquarters, this tree was moved from the underground world of the badger clan by my sixth sister with the magic power of a legal person, and Sun Tianshi also said yes, how could my sixth sister move a demon tree, alas, it was all my ignorance for a while, and I followed others to quarrel with each other without any evidence! Fortunately, my mother was wise and interpreted this fairy tree in time, otherwise, wouldn't it be a big deal!"

It turns out that this is not a demon tree, but a spirit tree, its cry is not scary, but to pray for people's blessings!

The news immediately spread throughout the headquarters, and the staff already trusted the old badger spirit, since he said that this was an immortal tree and a blessing, then there was still a fake!

People's perception of external things, whether it is scenery or sound, does not depend entirely on the properties of external things themselves, nor does it completely depend on the judgment of the senses, but also often depends on the state of mind.

The staff of the headquarters originally believed that it was a demon tree, so they were terrified and disgusted by its voice, but now the demon said that it was originally a fairy tree, and it was for people to pray for blessings.

Yes, their judgment of its voice suddenly turned a hundred and eighty degrees, and it was completely reversed, and not only was they no longer afraid of it, they were no longer disgusted by it, but they also bowed down to it.

Whenever the little tree chirped, they opened the doors and windows and listened carefully, lest they miss a note, because if they missed a note, they would be less blessed.

In the hands of the Jing people, there is no tape recorder, and if there is a tape recorder, I am afraid that they will rush to record it.

The old badger knew that his words on the spot had convinced everyone so thoroughly, thanks to the fact that he was an elder in everyone's minds, and because he had done some good things for everyone that he could do. (To be continued......)