Do you think I look like a fairy?

Chapter 370 Prayer
The sky is clear and the earth is clear, and there are even patches of white clouds wandering in the entire sky.

Green trees and green hills are blowing in the breeze.

Small mountain villages are located one after another on small streams in the mountains.

It looks very peaceful.

Logically speaking, such a scene should be very harmonious. In the mountains and forests, many children should be very happy.

however.

At this moment, in the midst of this high mountain stream, there is a relatively well-built, row upon row of villages close to the stream, but at this moment there is a curl of green smoke rising.

This is a big shrine.

At this moment, people from one or two hundred households in the whole village offer incense and worship in this ancestral hall.

The scene should be very serious.

but.

In this serious scene that should be a sacrifice, most of the villagers have a look of panic on their faces.

In the entire ancestral hall, there are more than 100 people, and there is more of a sad mood.

see this scene.

As the village chief of the whole village, as the whole village, he presides over the sacrificial offerings, a respectable old man.

At this moment, Li Zhuang's eyes were full of tears. Looking at the villagers in front of him, his lips trembled a little:

"Children...children, I'm sorry~"

"If we can replace him with our own bodies, we old fellows are not willing to let the future of our village be buried in the tiger's mouth."

"I hate it, I hate it!!"

At the end, his face was flushed, and he seemed to be in a state of extreme excitement and anger.

Even his eyes became red and red at the moment, just like the red-eyed rabbit.

hear him.

The dozen or so old men standing next to him couldn't help coughing one by one, and sighed one by one:

"Ah~"

Saw this scene after scene.

Looking at the old people in the village, the respected elders, one by one.

The villagers, too, couldn't help saying:
"Old village chief, it's not your fault."

"For so many years, our village has been able to develop so much, thanks to the guidance of you old people."

"Now it's a monster, it's not what humans can do!!"

"We don't blame you..."

When it comes to this, many villagers have tears in their eyes:
"Old village chief, we don't blame you~"

"Your old man is right, our descendants are not capable!"

"..."

For a moment, the entire ancestral hall was completely plunged into grief.

Although it is said that women are not allowed to enter during normal ancestor worship, but at this moment it is indeed dragging the family.

It was almost men and women, and anyone in the family who could talk to them was brought over.

They knew the difficulties of the old village head.

During the famine years, it was the older generation who entered the sacrificial cave one by one and left food, which allowed young people like them to survive.

The elders in the village are also very responsible.

Everyone also loves them very much.

But now this is not a man-made disaster, nor a natural disaster, but a real monster.

They can't help it! !
Seeing this scene, the passionate young people in the village couldn't help it. They clenched their fists and said angrily:
"Village chief, why don't we fight him!"

"We entangle the young and middle-aged men in the entire village to kill them. It is hard to believe that there are hundreds of people who can't escape."

"Even if he dies at that time, we must disclose this matter to the guarding army, and the monster will be dead by then!!"

The words are sonorous and powerful, and the whole person must hate the monster in his mouth to death.

Hearing this, from now until the end, those young people with flesh and blood couldn't help echoing one by one:

"It's a big deal to fight him!"

"Let's kill a bloody road!"

"Kill it out!"

"Isn't it just a life, I will fight him!"

"..."

Although the morale of the entire village is promising, the well-informed old village chief Li Zhuang couldn't help but sigh:

"Ah~"

Immediately afterwards, the whole person seemed to become even more lethargic.

He took out his wooden tobacco rod from his pocket, and carefully got some tobacco leaves in the pouch.

When he was about to light the fire.

He hesitated for a moment, then poured some of the recessed tobacco leaves into his tobacco pouch.

When there was only a little bit of tobacco in the pipe, he lit the cigarette and started smoking:
"Bah~"

"Bah~"

"..."

He took a few puffs of cigarettes.

At this time, the village head of Lizhuang said in a muffled voice:
"You melons don't know how powerful you are."

"The scourge in this mountain forest is a fox fairy who has practiced for hundreds of years, and has great magical powers."

"With our one or two hundred people, even with a knife and fork in our hands, we probably wouldn't even be able to get out of the mountains."

Looking at the young people one after another in front of him, he seemed to want to refute, but the old man raised his head faintly, as if he was thinking about something.

Then he heard him speak slowly:
"This old fox fairy has been cultivating for hundreds of years. I have heard the legend of the old man when he was young."

"At that time, it was still a matter in the village next door, and it was really a crime!!"

After sighing sadly, the old man said:
"Like this kind of fox fairy who has become a spirit and a strange person, each of them is very powerful."

"As soon as you have an idea on your side, he can cast a demon on his side, making you unable to tell the difference between east, west, north, and south."

"What's even more powerful is that it can make you think everyone is a monster. In the end, the whole village will kill each other."

"Otherwise, how can we worship him in this way in the dozens of villages at the mouth of the river?"

"At first, I thought this matter would be gone long ago. Who knew that after decades, this fox fairy would come out to make trouble at this time. Now, only our village is left."

"Whose child is not a child?"

"A pair of boys and girls came out of a village, it's really lucky that it can think of it!!"

When it came to the end, Mr. Li Zhuang knocked his pipe vigorously, and his words were full of indignation.

There are more than a dozen villages in the entire river mouth.

Most of them are here, and Lijia Village has its own ancestor sacrifices.

Speaking out, they are also the main line.

Now that the matter has come to this point, they can only discuss matters in the ancestral hall and kowtow on their knees.

When I thought of this place.

He walked up to the tablet in the ancestral hall, holding three sticks of incense in his hand, and put it in front of the tablet.

The voice of the whole person is sad and helpless:

"Old Ancestors! Passing wandering gods and elves, gods and immortals from all walks of life, come out and save our village!"

"Save these children in our village!!!"

After finishing speaking, the old man kowtowed a few times in front of the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall.

see this scene.

The old men in front couldn't help kneeling and kowtowing with tears in their eyes, and everyone was also in despair.

For a moment, the entire ancestral hall, which was already a little sad, became even more depressed.

There were countless cries and wailing sounds, and there were even the sounds of kneeling and kowtowing, and getting up and offering incense:
"Grandpa, save us~"

"Master Youshen, all immortals, save my son~"

"I kowtow to you~"

"..."

One after another, one after another, one after another, they mourned for the future of the entire village.

The despair of the old men one by one is also the current situation that the whole village will be wiped out by boiling frogs in warm water.

The boys and girls handed over.

I'm afraid the backbone of the entire village will be broken.

set this precedent.

I'm afraid it will get worse later on.

This old monster is very cunning, he knows how to test little by little first, and slowly boil the frog in warm water.

Force can't solve things.

They can't even pray to gods.

Calling every day should not be done, and the land is not working, even if you go to the city to find someone to report to the official, you can't do it.

They were kept in captivity by monsters!

This is like the chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs they raise. Sooner or later, they will become lambs waiting to be slaughtered on the table!
Just in the ancestral hall, when the smoke is lingering, and when the people in the ancestral hall are kneeling and begging.

Ancestral incense next to the above.

On top of a huge incense burner, in the dark, there seems to be a magical world.

A figure wearing a Taoist robe exuding a hazy aura, with a pair of eyes quietly watching the people in the entire ancestral hall at this moment.

Look carefully at him.

Seeing this living in the land of gods, like ancestor spirits and gods, who is it if it is not Wei Yi?

He came here early in the morning.

Because the incense in the ancestral hall is not only from this village, but from dozens of villages at the mouth of the river.

The reason why it is concentrated in this village.

It's just because Dali Village is the main line of the ancestors, and it is more bloody and rebellious than other villages.

It can be said.

Completely from beginning to end, from burning incense to praying and kowtow, even in the whole process of their speaking.

Wei Yi saw it clearly.

Bits of incense, from the villages, from dozens of villages in the entire river plain, turned into wisps of green smoke, falling over the ancestral hall.

Wisp after wisp of blue smoke drifted.

After a while, he followed the large piece of incense that was being lit, and slowly entered the realm of the gods in the dark.

a time.

It was originally just a place of nothingness, just a spiritual realm opened up by a thought in the dark, and there are golden flowers blooming in this realm.

The sky shines with divine light, and the earth springs golden lotus.

Countless ancestors were offering sacrifices in it, and the voice of prayer seemed to come to Weiyi's ears from thousands of miles away.

This is the inheritance of blood.

Roaring even more unwillingly.

Now, all hope, all despair, at this moment, are all blooming in this land of gods.

Wei Yi, on the other hand, watched this scene quietly, understanding the cause and process of it, and the cause and effect changes.

Finally, Wei Yi sighed:

"Hey~, Pindao still can't see it after all."

At this moment, he has decided to take care of it.

After all, whether it's the unrestrained incense to complete the matter, or the scene of grief and indignation at this moment, he can't think clearly.

Moreover.

It has been more than half a year since he was able to see the Yin God.

Now, he has mastered what should be mastered.

Counting it, he who is in charge of three powerful magic weapons can be regarded as an old-fashioned yin god figure.

The Taoist temple has also developed well in the past half a year, and Yunhai has also worked very hard. He has traveled to hundreds of cities, and now he has achieved something.

Originally, there were only six people in the Taoist temple, but now it is much more lively.

A dozen or so little guys followed them all day long to study and practice martial arts, learning according to the rules of the Taoist temple.

The whole Taoist temple has become much more lively.

The other juniors looked at the little guys who yelled all day long, master, master, master, master, uncle, master, uncle, and danced in front of them.

One by one was too happy to keep their mouths shut.

Everything is developing in a good way, and everything is so vibrant.

did not expect.

Now, the first incense idea he sensed, the first unowned incense, was actually caused by a demon.

"But that's right, nowadays, to have such a strong idea of ​​incense, there are only a few things."

In such a relatively peaceful era.

In such a world where demons, demons, demons, and gods and Buddhas all exist.

This ghost is almost the most prosperous incense, and it is also the reason why the idea of ​​incense and the origin of the world gather faster.

at last.

Night falls.

After all, they still haven't made up their minds, and what's more, it's a kind of hesitation about the future.

The more you know, the more terrifying it is.

The old seniors in several clans, the old men in the clan, all of them showed the horror of monsters.

They don't know how to do it.

however.

Just when everyone is dull.

Just when everyone returned to their homes to rest and cry, a young man with a steel fork gently opened his door.

Then, close it lightly:

"crunch~"

Looking at the village under the moonlight.

Looking at the lights of every household and the peaceful village, he gritted his teeth.

The steel fork in his hand was squeezed even harder, and the whole person was even more confident:
"What so-called old goblin?"

"Today, I will let him go to the west. Even if we risk our lives, we can't let him harm our village!"

The words fall.

He tightened his straw hat, pressed the water bottle next to him, and carried the food burden on his back.

Afterwards, the whole person walked towards the deep mountain far away from the village.

A ray of moonlight shines down.

The frosty white light sprinkled on the road, making the whole road very bright.

A young man with a steel fork in his hand and a straw hat on his head walked farther and farther towards the end of the road.

He seemed to be a warrior who challenged the dragon.

He also seems to be a hero against injustice.

He had nothing to rely on, only a bag of grain and the steel fork in his hand, which gave him enough patience and confidence.

He believes that he is the old hunter who can finally hunt the fox, and he also believes that he can finally protect the entire village.

Just now.

A faint figure suddenly appeared on a corner of the ancestral hall.

The faint moonlight shone on him, as if I had put on him a layer of silver-white embroidered fairy clothes.

Big sleeves fluttering, Fengshen handsome.

He just watched the young man go away, and finally disappeared slowly, as if he had never been here.

"After all, there are warriors with blood~"

(End of this chapter)