The Beacon of Kyushu

Wan Mengsheng's smile suddenly faded and he said anxiously: "You...what happened to your mother? Tell me quickly! Could it be...is she...she is no longer alive?"

Wan Jianfeng was about to nod when he suddenly heard another burst of hurried footsteps coming from the west. This time the footsteps were faster and more urgent than before, and there were obviously more people than the people chasing him just now. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak. Wan Mengsheng also heard the sound and had no intention of asking further questions. He leaned on his sword and stood in front of the pavilion, waiting for the pursuers to arrive.

In an instant, Sima Wuming led the two major sacrificial winemakers Guangmu and Nengyan, as well as countless Chaos believers, who rushed to the pavilion like a flood. Suddenly, the evil cult members gathered in front of Zuixian Pavilion, and the darkness spread to the horizon, making people breathless.

Nengyan Dajijiu had a hot temper, and as soon as he stood firm, he roared: "Wan Mengsheng, don't think that you can save your son who has killed a thousand swords with your own strength! If you still don't want to die, give it to us Get away, or we'll kill you too!"

Guangmu Dajiu smiled coldly and said in sign language, "Any evil ghost who tries to stop our holy religion will always have only one end - death!"

Wan Mengsheng glanced at Sima Wuming, his brows furrowed slightly, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, whether from fear or excitement, "Little drunkard, to deal with these guys, a father is enough! After a few days, When you have free time, come to Yinfeng Villa to find me, and it won’t be too late for us, father and son, to talk again!”

Wan Jianfeng saw that his father's swordsmanship was like an immortal. Even if he was outnumbered and outnumbered, it was not difficult for him to escape unscathed. He clasped his fists and said, "Old drunkard, the green hills will not change and the green waters will flow forever. We, father and son, will meet again soon!" "

"See you later! See you later!" Wan Mengsheng said as he pointed his toes and stabbed Sima Wuming's heart with his Kuangjian. Although Sima Wuming lost all three senses, it didn't seem to be affected at all. The green bamboo stick in his palm turned into a green shadow and pointed directly at the key point of Wan Mengsheng Shenmen.

"The sword hides the jade box!" Wan Mengsheng chanted softly, and the soft sword wrapped around the bamboo stick like a spiritual snake. Sima Wu's figure dodged to the side, took advantage of the situation to withdraw the bamboo stick he pointed out, and then stabbed Wan Mengsheng in the chest. Wan Mengsheng saw that the move he was quite proud of could easily fail, and his murderous intention suddenly arose. However, when he saw that he kept reciting Li Taibai's famous sayings through the ages, the long sword became more and more elegant and wild, like a wine fairy drinking heavily or a poet fairy waving his hair.

The blind stick in Sima Wuming's palm also seemed to have a soul. The bamboo shadows suddenly moved quickly and slowly, moving according to his heart. Every move was ingenious and unparalleled, and every style was ever-changing. But no matter how strong his fighting skills were, they would still be inferior to Wan Mengsheng's wildness, and he would be restrained in every aspect.

Guangmu and Nengyan, the two great wine priests, noticed that something was not going well. One hurriedly waved his machete, the other used his sound skills, and the three of them joined forces to fight the Drunk Immortal Wan Mengsheng. Wan Mengsheng showed no fear, and walked away as soon as his boots touched the ground. Each man and his sword were erratic, and he did not lose at all when fighting one against three.

Seeing his father entangled with the three leaders of Chaos, Wan Jianfeng didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. With a slight shake of his figure, he jumped out of Zuixian Pavilion and ran towards the east road.

Late at night, Zhuxian County.

The first ray of moonlight illuminated Zhuxian County at night. As if they had received some kind of signal, the men, women, and children in the county gathered in front of a temple in the mountains outside the county. In front of an extremely weird temple, it seemed that some kind of bloody ceremony was about to take place. , strange sacrifices.

Under the moonlight, you can clearly see that the door of this kind of temple is red, as red as if it was painted with dripping blood. On the left and right sides of the gate, there is a ferocious image carved on each side that looks like a monkey but not a monkey, and looks like a ghost but not a ghost. Together with the bright red door, it looks very evil.

Among this group of people, there was an old man at the head. He was thin and short, and his back was very serious. If he didn't rely on a crutch in his hand to support him, he might fall to the ground at any time. It is such a waning old man, but at this moment, a pious and crazy light burst into his eyes, "Great White Ape King with great supernatural powers, we are your most loyal believers. Please accept your sacrifice for these six months and bless our village to live and work in peace and contentment forever!" "

As the old man spoke, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard towards the closed door. Every time he knocked, he coughed several times, and his hunched back heaved and trembled. He kowtowed nine times in a row, then slowly stood up from the ground and shouted to the crowd behind him: "Play music! Offer sacrifices!"

Following the old man's words, several men with musical instruments walked out of the crowd, and a simple drumming group was instantly formed. These men are all tall and tall, but the music they play is not generous and heroic at all. Instead, it is full of resentment and weirdness, like countless female ghosts sobbing.

When many children heard this sound, they were so frightened that they cried, their whole bodies shaking like chaff, and they kept burrowing into the arms of their parents. Many women's faces were not very good-looking either. They were trying their best to suppress the fear in their hearts while coaxing their crying children.

The low-pitched music lasted for a long time before gradually stopping. But then, an even more terrifying scene appeared. Two tall men, one on the left and one on the right, holding a red paint tray, strode through the crowd and came behind the old man. What was placed on the wooden trays they carried were not animals, fruits, or fine wine, but a red-lacquered clay pot and two red-lacquered sea bowls.

"Hiss...hiss..." Strange noises kept coming from the clay pot, which was quite scary to hear late at night. The old man did not hesitate and put his big, skinny hand into the clay pot. Soon, he grabbed a colorful venomous snake from the jar, which frightened the children nearby and cried even harder.

This venomous snake seemed to be deeply afraid of the old man. It refused to resist in his palm, and did not even dare to spit out a letter or protest. It looked at the old man with a pair of snake eyes, full of fear and pleading. Without even looking, the old man twisted off seven inches of the venomous snake. Then he pulled hard and tore off the entire head of the snake. The snake's blood instantly flowed out from the broken spot.

The old man quickly took the sea bowl and took a large bowl full of snake blood. Then he threw the poisonous snake that had drained its blood on the ground. In a flash, he reached into the pot again and caught another poisonous snake. He also tore off the snake's head and filled another sea bowl.

"King White Ape, please close the door to offer sacrifices!" He said, picking up a sea bowl in each hand and bowing devoutly three times to the temple door. After worshiping, he raised the sea bowl in his hand, and two bowls of snake blood were splashed on the bright red door at the same time, making the temple door that was already as red as blood become more vivid, reflecting a strange brilliance under the moonlight. At this time, all the people also rushed to kneel on the ground, kowtowing and saying: "King White Ape, we are your devout believers. Today is the day to worship you again. Please forgive me for disturbing me when I enter the temple!"

The old man nodded to everyone with satisfaction, then opened the closed temple door with both hands, and walked into the overgrown and eerie White Ape Temple first. When the common people saw the old patriarch entering the temple, they followed him in, fearing that they would be scolded by the White Ape King for not being sincere if they entered slowly.

Baiyuan Temple is not very big, with only one main hall and two side halls. In the main hall, the layout is similar to that of ordinary nunnery temples. The biggest difference is that the statue in the middle of the shrine is not the Buddha, the Three Pure Ones, or the Nestorian cross, but a giant red statue with a head over two feet high and a white head and red feet. Disgusted. Zhu Yan is quite similar to White Ape, but the local people don't know him, so they all call him White Ape.

The old man walked to the statue of Zhu Yan, knelt on the ground respectfully, kowtowed three more times, and then slowly stood up and ordered: "Come here, make a sacrifice to the White Ape King!"

"Yes!" Several people in the crowd responded in unison. Obviously, the so-called main ceremony must be very grand.

Not long after, everyone came to the statue of Zhu Yan carrying various fruits and placed them respectfully next to its giant paws as big as a human. Some of these fruits are local specialties, and some are rare varieties bought from out-of-town dealers at high prices. No one is willing to take a bite of these fruits, and they are used to worship an idol, but they don't feel sorry for them.

In addition, there were four men, two of them carrying two red lacquered wooden trays, striding towards the statue of Zhu Yan. What was served on the wooden plate was not fruit or poisonous snakes, but two naked children. They are a boy and a girl, the boy is white, fat and very cute, the girl is pure, sweet and a complete beauty.

"Chief, the tributes have been brought. Are you satisfied?" The two men placed the wooden tray on the ground and looked at the old man respectfully, waiting for his order.

The old man turned around and looked at the two children sitting on the wooden tray, with a satisfied smile on his lips, "Yes, this sacrifice is the best in the past two or three years. I believe the White Ape King will be satisfied." !”

The two children sat quietly on the wooden tray, looking at the statue of Zhu Yan with pious eyes. Their faces showed the joyful smiles that ordinary children would show after receiving candy, as if they were not at all worried about the fact that they would be contributed to. Zhu was disgusted and scared, but on the contrary, he was happy and honored.

All the people looked at the backs of the two children, with smiles on their faces. They paid homage to the statue of Zhu Yan devoutly and silently prayed for their wishes in their hearts. Among the hundreds of people present, no one seemed to doubt whether Zhu Yan existed, and no one doubted whether Zhu Yan was a kind-hearted god or a bloodthirsty monster.

Only a little girl standing in the crowd suddenly started crying and making a fuss. While shouting "Sister!", she ran towards the girl on the wooden plate, but she had only taken two steps when she was grabbed by her father.

The little girl tried hard to break free from her father's shackles, but she was so young that she couldn't break free. She immediately cried harder, "Father...Father, we can't just watch my sister being sacrificed to a monkey like this! Please hurry up Save her, save her!"

Her father looked gloomy and said angrily: "Xiao Hua, don't be ridiculous! Your sister can be chosen to contribute to the White Ape King. It is a blessing that our family has cultivated for several generations. Don't be ignorant of blessings! If you If you keep messing around, my father will beat you!"

The little girl ignored her father's threats and kept crying, "Father, look at the temples in the east of the county or the Taoist temples in the west of the county, which one needs to pay tribute to living people every month? This one is dead. The monkey is an out-and-out evil spirit that eats people without spitting out their bones! We should no longer believe in it and let it do whatever it wants!"

"Pah!" The girl's father raised his hand and slapped the girl hard on the face, "What a joke! Are you assuming that the temple in the east of the county and the Taoist temple in the west of the county are really effective? That's all nonsense! In Zhuxian County we only have A true god, and only he can protect us from living and working in peace and contentment. He is the White Ape King we worship! If one day, the old patriarch chooses you as a sacrifice for the White Ape King, my father will not hesitate to dedicate you to the gods. In exchange for peace!"

The girl in the wooden plate seemed to hear the voice here. She turned her head to look at her sister and smiled sweetly, "A-mei, my father is right. A-sister is willing to sacrifice herself for her father and the villagers. If she can do this in the future, This glorious mission also falls on you, I believe you will accomplish it better than my sister!"

"Sister..." The little girl cried more and more after hearing what her elder sister said. She was afraid that her father would beat her again, so she had to hide her face and run away. But every step she ran, she still reluctantly looked back at her sister's back, her heart filled with grief and helplessness.

When the girl's father saw that the girl had run away, he did not chase her. He just sighed in a low voice, "Oh, if it weren't for the tragic deaths of people in the county one after another ten years ago, and an old man in white asked him to worship the White Ape King to save the crisis, how could we have saved the situation? If you believe in the White Ape King, how can you make endless sacrifices for it? It is our own flesh and blood!"

While the man was sighing, he suddenly heard a harsh ape cry from the northeast, and then a white shadow leaped into the temple from a distance. When all the people saw the white shadow, they quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the white shadow, "The White Ape King has appeared! The White Ape King has appeared!"

The white shadow seemed unaware of the people's worship. It picked up a child in one arm and jumped out of the temple. In the blink of an eye, the white shadow disappeared, leaving only a low, hoarse voice floating over from afar, "I warn you again, don't go to Shennongding without permission, otherwise you will be doomed!" (End of Chapter)