A thunderbolt from the sky knocked down a thousand-year-old camphor tree that could not be hugged by several people. All branches, leaves and roots were turned into fly ash, leaving only the thickest part of the tree, which was about four meters long and about 100 meters in diameter.

One meter, the surface is charred and black smoke is still coming out.

The other two large camphor trees, which were only a few meters apart, were only shaken off some leaves and twigs. It can be described as unscathed, which is simply unbelievable.

The snake demon was dead. Its whole body was charred and black, and it was lying upright seven or eight meters away from the big camphor tree, with its head facing outward. It was obvious that it wanted to escape, but was suppressed by the power of the thunder and could not run away.

I kicked it with my foot, and the snake's body immediately shattered into black crumbs, leaving only a small section of the tail. The master picked it up carefully. In fact, it was not a tail, but a horny thorn on the tip of the snake demon's tail.

, yellowish brown, about half a foot long, flat, sharp, slightly curved overall, with very thin stripes.

Master put it in his pocket like a treasure. I glanced around but didn't see the weasel's body. Then I turned behind the tree and saw the old madman sitting there in a daze. Most of his tattered cotton-padded jacket was shattered.

There were burnt marks, but he looked fine. He was really a lucky guy.

"Did you see a weasel?" I asked the old madman, and I could already hear my own voice.

The old lunatic ignored me and continued to sit blankly. The master followed me and said with a smile: "He is a lunatic. It is useless to ask him."

The old madman suddenly rolled his eyes and shouted angrily: "You are the one who is crazy, your whole family is crazy!"

The master was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Don't be like a madman!"

The old lunatic snorted: "Your wife is heartless, bullies the poor and favors the rich. She doesn't care about the love between husband and wife, mother and son, and runs away with someone. Aren't you crazy? Your son is uneducated and lawless. He robs and hurts people just for a few dollars.

Isn't it crazy to end up in prison and spend your youth in prison? Your daughter doesn't know filial piety, loves vanity, and even doesn't want her biological parents. Is this crazy? You all think I am crazy, but in fact you are all crazy!"

Master was dumbfounded, and I was also stunned. How could a person who could say such a thing be a lunatic?

The old madman's eyes were bright at this moment, he stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, and walked away as if no one was around, but in the direction leaving the village. My master couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to practice Taoism on the top of the Immortal Rock. You can call me Taoist Boiler from now on, haha..." The old madman danced and laughed, dancing and singing at the same time, "Everyone in the world knows that immortals are good, but they can never forget their fame.

Where are the generals and ministers of ancient and modern times? The piles of grass in the barren graves are gone; everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only gold and silver cannot be forgotten..."

Master and I looked at each other and realized that the old madman was no longer crazy after being struck by lightning, but he could not face what he had experienced, so he decided to become a Taoist priest and continued to act crazy and act stupid.

Old madman, no, let's call him Taoist Boiled Stone. It is said that when he was in trouble, his wife hung herself from a beam. The specific reason is unknown to outsiders. It was a chaotic era. He had a son, but he did not inherit his genius gene.

After only a few years of studying, he lost the opportunity to go to school. He is almost illiterate. Now he is in his thirties and has not yet married... For Taoist Zhuanshi, there are not many things in the world to care about. Becoming a Taoist priest may be a good idea for him.

A good thing.

I suddenly found that Master was crying while looking at the background of Taoist Boishi. In fact, his life trajectory was very similar to Taoist Boishi. He was not crazy, but he suffered more than being crazy. This kind of pain is something that people of my generation cannot truly understand.

, only he and Zhuo Shi can truly understand each other.

"I'll go and have a drink with you in a few days!" the master said loudly.

Taoist Boishi did not answer or look back. Master turned to one side and wiped away his tears. When he turned his head to look at me, there was already a smile of relief on his face, and his eyes were a little ambiguous.

There were some hairs on my back: "Master, why are you looking at me like this?"

The master said angrily: "Can't I just take a look at my apprentice?"

"Uh, of course." Actually, I understood the reason why Master laughed. Maybe his life was a failure, but now he at least has one hope, and that is me.

There is no body of the weasel nearby, but in fact Master and I have not seen it, we only speculated on its existence. Before the thunder came, its spirit body was in the old madman, and it should not have escaped, so its spirit body has already

After being killed, the main body loses all its intelligence even though it is still alive. It is almost like an ordinary weasel and no longer a threat.

Many villagers came over, first shocked, then happy, and then grateful, thanking the sky for killing the monsters and saving the villagers. When the thunder struck, many people nearby were stunned, but they soon woke up.

, no one was injured, and many people in the village who went crazy last night also woke up from the loud noise.

I heard from the old man that there had been many lightning strikes to death in the past in this village and nearby villages. The strange thing was that the people standing nearby were not injured. The people who were killed were all evil and rebellious people, so people thought that

Thunder and lightning are God's punishment for the treacherous and evil people, and will not harm innocent people.

I didn't really believe in this kind of legend before. If there was such a thing, and all the bad guys in the world were dead, what else would the law do? But now I believe it, that lightning was obviously aimed at the big camphor tree.

, Da Zhangshu did not dare to be too arrogant before, maybe because he was afraid of attracting thunder. This shows that when the limit of a certain criterion is reached, God will really send down divine punishment.

I will never forget the power of that huge thunder in my life. I believe that all the people who have experienced this storm will have their darkest things in their hearts greatly reduced. There is a god in the sky!

Everyone in the village who could move came to witness the miracle with their own eyes, except for one family. Shengyupo died. At about the time the snake demon appeared, Fan Qiang broke the rope and hacked her to death with a kitchen knife. It is said that she was chopped to death.

He was stabbed with countless knives, his body was completely bruised, and the whole room was filled with blood - just like Fan Qiang had sworn, he would drain the blood of the person who killed Atong, but when he was doing all this, he was already unconscious.

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The old madman left, but then there was a little madman in the village, and the grudge between me and the Fan family did not end there. Sheng Yupo's daughter worked in Shishi and hurried back. Like mother, like mother.

Girl, this girl has almost completely inherited Sheng Yu Po’s fierce, vicious, scoundrel, and self-centered nature... This is a story for later, so I won’t mention it for now.

Let’s talk about the lightning strike scene. People sighed and left one after another. All the animals at home were dead. All life was in chaos for a few days. They had to go home to clean up. The master kept walking around next to the scorched tree that fell to the ground.

I didn't go back, so I had to wait aside until most of the people were gone, leaving only a dozen old people and children.

The master handed me the machete and whispered: "The wood left after being struck by lightning is a good material for making magic weapons. Cut it open and see if there are any areas inside that are not scorched."

Only then did I understand the master's intention, so I took the machete and started chopping immediately. This section was the core of the big camphor tree. It was originally very hard, but now it had turned into black carbon, so it was easy to cut it off.

After scraping about half a foot, the burnt yellow wood was exposed. Instead of digging deeper, I cut off the completely carbonized area first.

Grandma saw that I was doing things slowly by myself, so she ran to ask my uncle to help. My uncle used a wide-mouth carpentry ax to chop, and the progress was much faster.

As the black carbon fell, the burnt yellow wood was gradually revealed. A child in the crowd of onlookers suddenly said: "Does it look like a person?"

I stepped back and took a closer look. Sure enough, it was the shape of a person. The head, shoulders, one hand and legs were exposed. It completely matched the proportions of a human body, but the height reached about four meters. I was very shocked. I had touched it before

When I arrived at the big camphor tree, I sensed the image of a giant more than once. Many people in the village also saw the "God-man with a high roof". Now there is really a "man" inside the big tree trunk. Why is it not surprising?

Maybe it was just that when the thunder fire scorched the big camphor tree, it happened to burn out the shape of a human. To confirm this, I walked to the head of the "wooden man" and dug out small pieces of charcoal. As the black carbon peeled off, the shape of the human face

The soft outline gradually becomes clearer, and the shape of the nose, ears, eyes and lips can also be seen. This is a very good-looking male face. It will be clearer if all the black carbon is dug out...

The master's voice sounded from behind me: "Don't dig too finely, lest you shock the world. The browned wood is already brittle and useless. Let's dig deeper and take a look."

I originally wanted to dig out the whole person clearly as evidence to witness the supernatural. After listening to Master's words, I realized that this matter was too suspicious and would cause too much sensation. If the matter becomes big, someone will definitely be there.

If I come to deal with it, the things must be collected. Then not only will I not get the excavated things, but I will also be in trouble.

I could only endure the pain and cut the giant's face into pieces with a wild chop. The master was "talking evil" on the side, saying that there was evil spirit in the tree, which would make people unlucky, so I wanted to chop it into pieces.

There might even be an accident if the demonic energy leaks out... When he said this, he had a serious look on his face, as if something terrible had happened. He was so frightened that the old people who gathered around to watch the fun ran away with their children, and the last few children were also killed by me.

Master was scared away, who is not frightened now?

The wood that formed the giant was harder than the material outside, so after being burned by thunder and fire, the outside was completely carbonized, while the inside only turned into burnt yellow, and the contours were clear and complete. But as Master said, the wood that formed the giant had become very

It's crispy, collapses when cut, and has no effect.

I chopped off half of the wooden man's head, and the middle was browned and crispy. There was no solid wood. My only hope now was the chest, because it was the largest and thickest part, and there might be some residue.

I took the ax from my uncle's hand and slashed wildly at the wooden man's chest, roughly hitting the heart. Suddenly the ax hit something particularly hard, which made my hand numb. I pulled away the debris.

I saw that some areas below were orange-red, not a burnt color.

The master came over to take a look and was overjoyed: "Here it is, dig it out!"

I quickly swung the ax to enlarge the hole, and then dug deeper. The piece of wood inside was very hard, so I didn’t have to worry about it being damaged. I could cut it without any worries. After more than half an hour, the remaining piece of wood was basically exposed.

Slightly larger than the palm of your hand, it resembles a human heart. It is orange-red in color, has a smooth surface, and is as hard as jade.

The branches, roots and thick layer of wood on the entire big camphor tree had completely disappeared during the lightning strike. The remaining section is the heart of the tree. The wooden man is the heart of the tree, and the piece I dug out
Chapter completed!