Grassroots Immortality

With a muffled "bang", the big bug hit the snowman's body directly.

The snowflakes burst and exploded, and the big bug was like hitting a hard rock, and was directly bounced far away.

The snowflakes exploded, revealing the figure of a man.

The man was hit by the big bug, and the snowflakes on his body were completely scattered, and the whole person appeared at the entrance of the mountain temple, just blocking Yang Xueting.

The man was eight feet tall, wearing a black robe, with an ordinary appearance, his eyes closed, and a firm look on his face.

The man was hit by the big bug quickly, but he didn't move at all, like a sculpture.

The impact of the big bug's pounce was not small, even an elephant would probably be knocked down by it.

But this man didn't move at all.

Yang Xueting behind her also came to her senses, and saw a tall figure blocking her. The big bug had been bounced far away, and rolled down the mountain for nearly a hundred feet before stopping.

The big insect got up from the ground, shook its head, and walked slowly towards the mountain temple with a very unwilling look.

The big insect was already hungry, and how could it give up easily when it saw the food in front of its mouth.

The man was hit by the big insect, and seemed to feel something. He slowly opened his eyes, but there was no spirit in his eyes.

The big insect came to the mountain temple again, but stopped less than ten feet away from the man.

The big insect stared at the man with his eyes, and the man looked at the big insect with a dull look.

The man and the insect looked at each other for a moment. After five or six breaths, the big insect turned around and ran wildly into the deep mountains without making any sound.

There was no nostalgia for the two!

Seeing the big insect running wildly into the deep mountains without looking back, Yang Xueting also breathed a sigh of relief.

Gradually, a trace of strength was restored in the body, and she felt like she was reborn.

Using the iron fork to support, Yang Xueting slowly stood up and came to the man.

At the first sight of the man, Yang Xueting also felt very strange, at least he was not from Xiaoyang Village.

"Thank you for saving my life, brother. Why are you standing here in such a heavy snowstorm? Why don't you go into the temple to rest?"

The man's expression did not change when he heard this. He stood there motionless like a sculpture.

He neither answered Yang Xueting nor made any movements. He didn't even blink.

He was like a frozen corpse.

At this moment, Yang Xueting also had this feeling. She wondered if the man in front of her was a corpse.

She stretched her hand to the man's nose and felt his even breathing. Yang Xueting quickly retracted her hand.

"Please forgive Xueting's disrespect. I wonder if this brother can tell me your life, so that I can know the name of your benefactor."

Yang Xueting regretted her rash behavior just now. This man saved her life, but she was so disrespectful to him.

But after Yang Xueting asked again, the man still did not move and did not answer.

At this moment, Yang Xueting also noticed something was wrong.

Looked at the man's face carefully.

He looks ordinary, with a resolute face and dull eyes, as if he is a fool.

But looking at the way he dresses, he doesn't look like a fool at all, but more like a knight.

No matter what his identity is, he is just her savior at this moment.

Something must have happened to this person to make him look like this.

Yang Xueting guessed in her heart.

The snow outside was falling non-stop, and the cold wind was biting. Maybe the benefactor had been frozen by the cold, unable to move or speak.

Yang Xueting came to the man, stretched out her little hand, and patted the remaining snow on the man to the ground.

The man did not stop Yang Xueting's actions.

Seeing that the man did not stop her, Yang Xueting became bolder.

She grabbed the man's arm and wanted to drag him to the mountain temple.

But the man seemed to have taken root in the ground and could not be dragged at all.

Just when Yang Xueting was about to rest for a while and then support him, she saw the man take a step and walk towards her.

This man was not frozen at all!

"Since my benefactor refused to tell me his name, I will call you Brother Snowman from now on, okay? My parents died when I was young, and I have no relatives. Brother Snowman saved me, so I will be my brother from now on, okay?"

"It's freezing here, Brother Snowman, why don't you take shelter in the house with me?"

After Yang Xueting finished speaking, she once again held the man's right arm with both hands, pulling it slightly. Unexpectedly, this time the man took a step and followed her into the mountain temple.

After entering the mountain temple, Yang Xueting first knelt down to worship the statue of the mountain god.

The mountain god was sculpted in a very realistic manner, just like ordinary humans.

He looked like a 70-year-old man, with a very serious face, and quite majestic.

His hair was tied up high, with a hairpin across it, his beard hanging down to his chest, one hand holding a flute, and the other hand stroking his beard, which looked a bit like an immortal.

After Yang Xueting finished worshipping the mountain god, she wanted to pull the man to kneel down and worship the mountain god, but the man was indifferent and she had to give up in the end.

The mountain god temple was very simple, with nothing but a tall statue of the mountain god.

The maintenance and renovation of the mountain god temple were almost all borne by the villagers of Xiaoyang Village. The other villages around it could only pay some money at most because they were farther away from the mountain god temple.

The mountain god protected the area and was worshipped devoutly by the villagers, enjoying the villagers' incense.

The wind is biting and the snow is blowing heavily outside. Although the wind is biting inside the house, it is much better than outside.

After escaping from death just now, Yang Xueting had consumed a lot. In addition, she had not eaten for a long time, so she was already hungry.

He reached into a leather bag and took out two pieces of dried meat, then handed them to the man in front of him.

"Brother Snowman, you must be hungry too. Dry these two pieces of meat to keep your body warm."

The man seemed to have not heard Yang Xueting's words, and did not react at all. He still stood there without moving.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, Yang Xueting boldly came to the man, holding a piece of dried meat in her right hand, and fed it into the man's mouth.

However, the man did not open his mouth when faced with the dried meat, which also prevented Yang Xueting from succeeding.

Yang Xueting is not tall, and is much smaller than the man. Even if she stands on tiptoes, the top of her head is only a little above the man's shoulder.

"Brother Snowman, why don't you eat dried meat? Aren't you hungry? Is it because the brother knows that the little sister is almost out of food, so he wants to give it to the little sister?"

Yang Xueting seemed to be talking to herself, her eyes kept staring at the man in front of her.

But what disappointed her was that no matter what he said, the man had a dull look on his face, his eyes were unfocused, and he ignored her.