Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 42

"A few years ago, our Yushan Village was a village that had no worries about food and clothing, but the arrival of a flood made our life very difficult," the old village head tremblingly walked a few steps with the support of the villagers, He said again: "If it's just like this, then we will be able to recuperate soon."

If the weather goes well, naturally there will be nothing later.

Sure enough, the old village chief said, "But at that time there was a war outside, and we didn't mention our strong men were taken away."

It is not easy to find a stable place to survive during the war, and it is even more difficult for them to leave their hometown to live. Therefore, no matter how sad it is, the people in Yushan Village do not want to leave this place. At least there is no harassment from bandits. As long as you avoid the flood, you can survive.

The old village head suddenly broke free from the two people who were supporting him, and fell to the ground at once, without the majesty of a village head, he cried, "But the damn flood is endless, and it came back several times later, every time When we were harvesting grain, many people in our village starved to death due to the floods." He paused and said in disbelief, "But when our entire village decided to move out of Yushan Village At that time, there was a turning point."

"But what Lianniang said is to use the children in Yushan Village as sacrifices?" Seeing him sitting on the chair that A Xide ordered, Daoyi seemed to see him behind him. Wang Xuanzhi who was promoted in Dali Temple.

The old village head closed his eyes, nodded his white head heavily, followed by the whimpering sound from around, making Yushan Village look like a ghost village, and the children could still stop crying in the night, what a pity this The children in the village, they couldn't hear it.

Wang Xuanzhi glanced back, Daoyi immediately understood, "Siqing wants to ask you, why did you think of taking a child as a sacrifice, and the flood receded, have you met anyone? Or some 'expert' to give advice?"

The villagers in Yushan Village understood the sarcasm when the word "high man" was mentioned. At this time, they also had a smile that was not a smile, and they followed the old village chief's turn. Dozens of villagers turned around spontaneously, and then gave way.

In this way, the last person in the crowd was revealed, and he thought about many possibilities, but what Daoyi didn't expect was that that person was the cowardly man they met in Xishi, Lianniang's husband, Jia Sanlang.

There are no people with other surnames in Yushan Village, they all have the surname Jia.

Being exposed by the villagers at this time, he still shrank, as if he wanted to find a place to hide himself, and he was really timid.

"Jia Sanlang, what are you hiding?" A villager pushed him to lean forward, not far from Lianniang and Village Chief Jia.

The villagers who agreed, "Jia Sanlang, why are you pretending? You were the one who came up with the original idea."

"That's right, don't make it look like we are all bullying you now." Seeing the officials coming, these people were also very afraid of things, and pushed the person who came up with the idea almost without hesitation.

"Jia Dalang, how much better do you think you can be? You were the first person to agree." If you can push out the first one, you can naturally push out the second one. This Wang Xuanzhi hasn't started the trial yet, and the villagers have already started attacking each other. .

"Jia Sanlang, come forward." Someone with sharp eyes and nimble hands and feet dragged Village Chief Jia aside to make room in front of Wang Xuanzhi.

Although Jia Sanlang looked very cowardly, Wang Xuanzhi felt a strange aura about him, as if he didn't want to kneel to him, and unexpectedly thought of the unfriendly atmosphere in the small farmyard.

When he knelt down, Wang Xuanzhi said: "Jia Sanlang, tell me why you have such an idea."

Jia Sanlang tried his best to shrink his body, but he spoke slowly and clearly, without even a stutter, "Yushan Village has been flooded for years, shouldn't we find a way to solve this problem? Do you want the entire village to die? Is the Minister of the Temple willing?"

"It's ridiculous. There are thousands of solutions, but you have chosen the least appropriate one. This is not a reason for you to hurt innocent people." Seeing that there were villagers who agreed and praised, Wang Xuanzhi shouted angrily.

Although Xueyue and Axi were frightened by the majesty, they did not move. Compared with the 'cannibal' villagers, these two were more reliable.

"Siqing is so upright, it's a pity—" What a pity?Jia Sanlang said something thoughtless and meaningful, "Just like what Siqing has seen and heard, there are many mountains in Yushan Village, and there are many jade-mountains, so there will be spirits, and there are mountain gods in this mountain."

"If the gods want to help humans, they naturally need humans to support them and help each other. This is the long-term way. This year's floods have not come to our place," Jia Sanlang explained: "Don't ask me the mountain god I have never seen what it looks like, but just like everyone else, I have only heard the moaning of the mountain god."

"What kind of sound is that?" Dao Yi hurriedly asked.

However, Wang Xuanzhi had a flash of inspiration and thought of something.

Jia Sanlang was a little displeased, Dali Temple's minister was fine, what kind of question does this person look like, so he kept silent, "What kind of voice is that?" Wang Xuan's voice was as cold as ice.

Jia Sanlang carefully recalled the voice he heard, nodded and shook his head, "It sounds like a human voice, but it's not the same as a human voice. The whole mountain reverberates with the voice of the mountain god." The villagers all nodded in agreement.

"Siqing, let's go and have a look, and let them understand whether what I'm offering is a human or a ghost." Daoyi touched his full coarse cloth pocket, and he was determined, "You guys just wait here, one by one." You are not allowed to go either."

"I'll go with you."

"Siqing, you—" Daoyi was considering whether to take him with him or stay behind, what if he was chopped up by villagers who wanted to escape, but there were two delicate girls, Xueyue, and it was impossible to follow him. She is going to the back mountain.

"I—we—" Before Xueyue could speak her thoughts, she felt the ground tremble, and the sound of uniform footsteps was coming towards Lian's family, she was shocked, "Could it be that the mountain god is angry? "

"The mountain god is angry!"

"The mountain god is angry!"

"The mountain god is angry!"

The villagers of Yushan Village were frightened and fled in all directions, one after another escaped from the gate, but after a while, they all retreated and stood more respectfully than before.

The owner of the footsteps soon revealed his true colors. The leader was a young man holding a silver gun, followed by a sweaty middle-aged man, who was Zheng County Magistrate of Ningming County.

For the Beijing officials, I only think they are so tall, but in fact, they don't have much feeling, but the county magistrate Zheng is closely related to them. I think this young man is terrible.

"Yizhi, you came at a good time, you and County Magistrate Zheng have watched over everyone here," Wang Xuanzhi finished speaking, then bowed his hands and said to Xueyue, "Please, Miss Xueyue, please tell Yizhi what happened just now. "

"Daoyi, let's go." Go and see if it's a human or a ghost, a mountain god or a ghost.

Looking at the figures of the two people who quickly disappeared, Chen Yizhi was at a loss, "What happened?" He remembered what A Shu told him, and walked directly in front of the three big men, "It's you who are on the street in broad daylight. Robbing the women of the people?"

Big guy:?
A group of Jia villagers:?
　Chen Yizhi: What am I here for?

　　Everyone: The tool man is really hammering.

　　Chen Yizhi: Shut up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)