Daxia Lingxian

Chapter 11

The troupe stationed on the stage of the village society opera is gloomy.

The villagers were panicked.Even the spring in March can't dispel the gloom in people's hearts.

This short-lived out-of-town theater troupe actually attracted the God of Plague!

Last night, the village was full of darkness, and someone saw a black shadow riding a sheep on the stage.

In every well in the village, a strange symbol of the hexagram appears!

This is the signal of the plague, and the grandfather of the plague god issued a death card.

A troupe of more than 20 people escaped overnight, leaving only seven honest people loyal to the troupe.

Seven actors have been locked up by the villagers.According to the folk customs, they may be burned to death to sacrifice to the god of plague.

I don't know if it's true that actors are ruthless... The escaped actor also took away the troupe's money, costumes and props, as well as the only two carriages.

But the anger of the whole village was let to the seven partners who did not escape.

Cai Ji looked at the stage not far away, his eyes were cold and his killing intent was faint.

hateful!

If there is a local plague and it spreads, the officialdom will say that he hired a theater troupe to celebrate himself!

One smug and frenzied comment, and it's over.

It will become a stain that cannot be washed away, which will greatly hinder the official career!
Plague is not a disease.The great medical skills are also helpless.Naturally, he, a Jinshi, can't do anything about it.

What is plague?It is a kind of evil energy in the world of mortals, the fruit of human karma!

The God of Plague is not a spiritual official appointed by the imperial court, but a kind of ancient god left behind in the world.

This kind of ancient god was born in response to the calamity, and is not under the jurisdiction of the celestial dynasty. Its behavior is unpredictable and unpredictable, and it cannot be completely destroyed.

Therefore, the Celestial Dynasty can only tolerate the extralegal existence of ancient gods.

If an ancient god brings disasters to a certain place, the local spiritual officials will come forward to negotiate to resolve the ancient god's resentment and make the big event into a small one.

As for whether it can be resolved, whether the disaster will stop, the spirit officials are not sure.

No matter which ancient god, the real body will never appear easily.What the Lingguan saw was just one of their many shadows.

It stands to reason that when the plague god came to this village, the mountain god, land god, and city god would all appear.

However, none of the spirit officials showed up!
"Xuanqian..." Cai Ji gritted his teeth, "As a spiritual official of the Celestial Dynasty, you dare to avenge yourself publicly, I will join you!"

As smart as he is, how can he not know that this is the City God's deliberate disregard?
Otherwise, why can't the land mountain god be recruited?
As long as the local spiritual officials make excuses to ignore it, every family in this village will wear mourning, and I don't know how many people will die from the plague!

Cai Quan'er stood behind him, her jade face was cold, and her beautiful eyes were full of evil.

She knew very well that if the local plague broke out, her brother's official career would be greatly affected.

If Wen Changbo's mansion knew about it, it would become a wind knife and frost sword for other concubines to attack him!

The terrified village elder knelt at the feet of Cai Ji outside the stage, his tone filled with deep fear:
"The villain is incompetent, Mr. Cai punished..."

"The villain is so stupid, really... Just knowing that they are safe all the way, it will be fine in this village. I don't know if there is anything wrong with them..."

Cai Ji sat on the teacher's chair, looked down at the white-haired village elder kneeling on the ground, wishing he could kick this old man to death.

Confused!Mistake!
"Old Ding, you are a village elder, what are you going to do? Huh?" The young Jinshi's tone was so cold that everyone shuddered.

It turned out that it was a good intention to use the spring club drama to celebrate the senior Jinshi's high school.

Who would have imagined that the selection of classes in the village was careless, and grandpa, the God of Plague, was brought in!

How did this happen?

"Cai Xianggong." The village elder trembling with fear, "Should we hold a sacrifice, burn those seven actors, and eliminate the anger of the plague god grandfather..."

This is also the cruel law of lynching that the people use to save themselves when the spirit officials neglect their duties.

Not only the countryside, but also the city has this custom.

Sometimes, it really works.

"Burn it." Cai Ji nodded without hesitation, "If you want to sacrifice, then burn it. But you have to remember, this is your own intention."

If burning seven people to sacrifice could resolve the disaster of the God of Plague, he would definitely not object.

Seven people cry better than a village.

Your own style and future is the big deal.I want to seize power and display my ambitions, isn't it also for the people of the world?

Cai Quan'er was also expressionless when she saw her brother agreeing to burn seven out-of-town actors to death.

In the girl's heart, her elder brother's official career is of course more important than the lives of the seven actors.

"Come on, bring out the seven scourges!" The village elder shouted as if he had received an imperial decree, "Before it's noon, hurry up and burn it as a sacrifice to Grandpa the God of Plague!"

The villagers have to order.

A group of young and strong men with livid faces came out holding hunting forks and pressing seven out-of-town actors, all tied up.

"Burn them to death!" More and more villagers surrounded them, and they were all in a dark place. "If you don't burn them, it will be too late!"

Cai Ji sat on the teacher's chair not far away, with a calm expression.

Is it okay?As an ancient god, the god of plague is treacherous and unpredictable. Who knows if he will eat this set today.

He is the master of this place, as long as he speaks, seven people can live.

But he can't!

In fact, the villagers have no idea.But until now, I can only try.

"Forgive me!" cried several players, including two young children who were apprentices.

"Bring some food and wine, and give them a ride!" Muramasa burst into tears, "Don't blame the seven! I have no choice but to wait!"

"Grandpa God of Plague issued a sign, that must be dead!"

"If you want to blame, blame you for not coming, blame your escaped partners!"

"It's them who harmed you and us! We have to use the village rules and family laws!"

A young man in the village asked weakly, "Grandpa Ding, seven lives, should we report them to the government and go through a process?"

"Stay!" The village elder was angry, "What process should I follow? The government is very busy!"

Soon, a few jugs of turbid wine were delivered, and the villagers filled the seven people with wine symbolically, and piled up firewood at the seven people's feet.

Seven people were tied to the stone slab, some wept loudly, some cursed loudly.

Two children, a boy and a girl, were seven or eight years old, their faces were pale with fright, and they kept calling their parents.

It seems that with such a heart-piercing cry, parents will appear to save them.

Cai Ji sighed slightly: "Oh, how difficult it is to live and live. This is... the minister's fault."

Cai Quan'er also turned her head away from watching the sacrificial fire.

……

Luo Ning was lying on the edge of a well, looking at the strange hexagram symbols in the well water.

"Old Wen dances in the night sky with a stick!" Luo Ning chanted while running the Ling Dao beads.

The Dui Gua symbol in the water wave was actually a bit blurred under this line.

a long time.

Only then did the boy poke his head out, stood up and said to Li Dingguo and the other three, "I understand, it was a disaster arranged by a shadow of the God of Plague."

"It is said that there are countless shadows of the God of Plague, and one shadow... I may have a solution!"

"Brother!" Luo Li got anxious and stomped his feet, "What can you do? Could it be that you are begging Cai Ji brothers and sisters?"

Luo Ning said with a smile: "Little sister, don't worry, I have my own measure."

Luo Li couldn't help feeling relieved when he saw Luo Ning's confidence.

Brother, he seems to be a different person when he comes back this time.

Compared with the last time I saw it in the Xue Mansion, the change was even greater.

She was full of confidence, holding Zhizhu in her hands, which made her feel at ease and happy.

Li Dingguo and Su Xian said in unison: "Who is the elder brother going to play this time?"

"Marshal Wen!" Luo Ning spat out three words, turned around and walked towards the stage.

Willingness is not enough.

Before acting as Marshal Wen, he had to save seven people and obtain a wave of wish power.

Then, you can play Marshal Wen's fur, with a little bit of Marshal Wen's mana.

Coupled with the availability of ready-made supporting roles, he can suppress a shadow of the plague god!
As long as he succeeds, he will be able to harvest the power of the whole village, take the opportunity to open the spiritual veins, and become a monk!

Don't bully young poor!
　More than 3 words have been laid out, the protagonist has to work hard!Crab, good night!All kinds of requests!
　　Monthly tickets, book reviews, and likes from the protagonist.

　　Xiao Hei's likes don't seem to be many.Xue Bingyu has a lot of praise

　　
　
(End of this chapter)