not a monster

Chapter 332 Zhengtai Dragon King
This method of shattering the reef out of thin air with a single finger is too frightening. This group of foolish people were completely frightened. Feng Wuli originally wanted to tell the mother who was suspected of being a living sacrifice girl, but she just kept going. Let them save her daughter.

Her daughter is weak and weak, unable to speak clearly.

Feng Wuli grabbed a village head and came over to question him.

He turned his head to look at Wang Xilou.

Aunt Wang immediately signaled, and it can be said that the "little man's success" was vividly expressed: "My apprentice asked you, are you dumb? I will explain everything, otherwise, there will be no good fruit for you, do you understand?"

Feng Wuli suddenly felt so ashamed.

After watching Bright Sword so many times, she finally learned it.

The village head faltered, but still confessed.

He dismissed the villagers, led the two masters and apprentices and the mother and daughter behind him to the temple of the Dragon Lord. After entering the temple, there was a lot of incense and a golden statue of a dragon head standing in the temple. A strand of purple clothes.

This small tourist island with an annual tourist flow of 20 people used to be a half-fishing and half-cultivating island with a population of only a few thousand.

People on the island have lived here for generations.

Dragon Lord
That is the rule handed down from the ancestors.

According to the records of our ancestors, in the past, the fishery resources here were actually quite scarce. Even if we went out to sea during the fishing season, what we caught were small fish and shrimps. The prince set up a clay body, built an incense temple, and worshiped the Dragon King.

It is said that on the day the temple was erected, it rained so heavily that a real dragon appeared in the clouds, and the real dragon spit out human words.

The Dragon Lord told their ancestors that they would set up a temple to worship him, and offer pigs and sheep during the fishing season every year. Every 30 years, they would offer a woman aged 16 to [-] to the Dragon Lord. Keep the fishermen safe at sea, and the islanders rich and prosperous.

If the Lord Dragon did not receive the sacrifice, then the Lord Dragon would question the crime in the coming year. Naturally, the Lord Dragon would not come here in person, but the whole island would be flooded, and all the fishermen on the island would come to his hall to plead guilty.

The ancestors were terrified, but they still did as the Dragon Lord said.

As a result, since then, the coastal waters have inexplicably plentiful fishing nets and grains.

Therefore, every 30 years, the island will select a three or four-year-old girl of the right age to be raised by the whole village, and tell her from an early age that she can serve in front of the Dragon King when she grows up, and finally give the selected girl A lot of money at home.

Feng Wuli glanced at the woman, but the woman lowered her head and dared not look at him.

What kind of mother is this woman?

"So you guys, since hundreds of years ago, every 30 years, a young woman has been presented?" Wang Xilou felt disgusted by this group of people.

"This is, this is the rule set by the ancestors..."

"Just for a monster you've never seen before?"

"I, I have seen Lord Dragon..." the girl said weakly.

Feng Wuli turned his head and glanced at her in surprise. This girl has a weak temperament and a delicate appearance.

She seemed a little afraid of them, and said intermittently: "I, I have seen it. I played alone at the beach many years ago. I grew two big blue horns like coral. I asked him if he was a monster. He told me He is a god..."

Suddenly, the sound of wind and rain outside the door seemed to disappear, and the noisy world became quiet in an instant.

"I told her that I am an immortal, your Dragon Lord. She told me that the adults in their family decided to dedicate her to the Dragon Lord, and asked me when I would come to take her away."

Everyone in the temple, including the two masters and apprentices, looked back and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy in a crown suit walking slowly outside the temple in the slanting wind and rain.

He has white hair and white eyebrows, a face prettier than a woman's, two branch-like horns on his forehead, and a black-and-red-rimmed golden cloud in his crown, and the corners of his clothes didn't get wet when he walked in the rain, with a faint smile on his lips meaning.

"Ao Ren of the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, I have met Master Wang Xilou." The young man's voice was crisp——

He bowed unreasonably to the wind.

Wang Xilou hugged his chest, still calm.

The village chief and the woman were horrified.

"Demon, monster!"

Seeing this inhuman strange appearance, when the god they bowed their heads to worship on weekdays actually appeared in front of them, their first reaction was fear.

Ye Gong likes dragons, that's all.

"Hey, you little dragon knows me?" Wang Xilou asked with his chest in his arms.

The young man in the crown suit was stunned for a moment, only to realize that he had admitted to the wrong person, and the real owner was actually the... ordinary woman next to him who had nothing but beauty.

"One of the eight overseas fairy mountains that you moved away in the battle with Mr. Zaojun was my home." His tone was still gentle, and he didn't seem to be annoyed at all.

"Ah, ha, that..." Wang Xilou was so embarrassed.

"It's nothing, Xiaolong doesn't care anymore." The young man was very considerate.

Wang Xilou could only break the topic, and said haha: "The cultivation base is not bad, I am almost becoming a fairy."

"Compared to Mr. Wang Xilou, it's far worse." He really looks good-tempered, full of energy, with golden eyes, not like those man-eating monsters.

Wang Xilou suddenly remembered, and said, "By the way, this temple belongs to you. People here say that every 30 years they will dedicate a young woman to you. What do you say about this? Let me tell you, I The apprentice is now a member of the government, and I am also a member of the government. Don't look at your cultivation level now, but back then you were at the same level as me, and my apprentice has learned a lot from me. Eight, if you really made a mistake today, if you really made a mistake, our master and apprentice can just ignore it for the time being."

As she spoke, she poked Feng Wuli's waist with her elbow, turned her head and said in a low voice: "This monster is a bit of a bully, you may not be the opponent, wait a moment and don't fight."

Feng Wuli: "..."

The young man in the crown suit turned his head to look at the village head and the woman with a half-smile.

They also vaguely guessed now that such a young but weird monster might be their Dragon Lord.

"Dragon, Lord Dragon, this year's sacrifice, the sacrifice is here, we, we..."

The young man was not annoyed, and said softly: "Speaking silently."

The flustered village chief was still talking, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth. It looked like his vocal cords had fallen into his house.

The wind feels unreasonable and rare.

Wang Xilou whispered: "It's just a trick, I want to learn from Master to teach you."

"I don't have a sun god."

"Yes!"

Feng Wuli glanced at her.

If he learns this trick, guess who is the first to use it on?

It's fun when a certain zombie is in a panic and speaks without a sound.

Ao Ren just looked over, and still explained calmly: "It's like this, when Xiaolong was practicing in this area, he discovered this small fishing village just as he picked up a twine of incense.

I attract clouds and rain for them, and drive fish schools. These are just casual things for me, but they treat me like gods. I find it interesting, so I often come to this island to see them. Divine human beings.

I met several fishermen at that time, and they also taught me a lot about human beings. Although they worshiped me as gods, I regarded them as friends.

It was a very happy time.

Later, several friends passed away one after another.

I never came to this island again.

I also looked at the descendants of my friends.

They gradually became rich, and the sacrifices changed from fish and rice tea to pig and sheep wine, from three sticks of earth incense to immortal incense candles, from a small altar built with earth to this temple with red pillars and blue tiles, from a slope of loess The statue of the God of God has now become the statue of the Dragon King who has crossed the gold powder.

It's just that I don't know when, a young woman appeared among the sacrifices sent.

Then I came to the island again and took a look from a distance. The sacrificial fire lasted for three days and three nights, and I heard their various wishes.

It's just that they are no longer just a few small fish that old friends prayed for.

It's something that even I can't give.

They want yellow and white things, they want scholarly officials, they want jewels, they want slaves, their sons-in-law want their husbands to die so they can occupy their fields, and their wives want their husbands dead, so they can choose Gaoliang. In the end, it was just that the son didn't want to take care of his mother, so he pushed off the cliff, wave after wave.

They thought that the more precious the offerings were, the more wishes would come true, and they even started sending teenage girls over.

I am speechless.

But I still picked up the girls who were sent out to sea.

I picked up these girls who were used as living sacrifices by the villagers, taught them the six arts of a gentleman, taught them piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, taught them to read, write, understand etiquette, and understand people. A good medical clinic, if you want to write, take her to make friends with scholars from all over the world, and if you want to marry, then find a good husband for her. "

Ao Ren smiled, looked at the woman rescued by Feng Wuli, and said, "So, one of the purposes of my visit this time is to pick up my girl."

　If there are readers of Gulangyu Island, private Marseilles!It's just a parallel world with the same name, that's right!That's it!Also, I want to write about the main line here, but because it has been too routine for a long time, I don’t know if writing the main line will be very abrupt. If I can’t write the main line, I may really only be able to dilute the main line, and then I can only focus on daily progress in the future. passed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)