Two Realms: Starting from playing the role of Raibe Masami

Chapter 115 New Scenery

Preconceptions in people's hearts are like a big mountain.

After suffering from evil demons and evil gods for so many years, most people in the Daxuan world have formed prejudices against gods, even if they dare not be openly hostile, they do not dare to get close to them rashly.

Li Lingsu understood that it was not that easy to make the people of Danyin, Taoshan, and Fuli counties sincerely believe in Tianzun, and they would face many difficulties.

Even in Danyin County, at first there were many people who had not directly received the favor of Tianzun, and they were suspicious and resistant to Tianzun and his followers.

The first thing to do is to eliminate the prejudices in people's minds.

At least let the people not equate the Heavenly Lord with the evil god.

She has never heard of the story of Foolish Old Man Who Moved the Mountains, but she also understands that to eliminate stereotypes, it requires persistent efforts and attention to every detail.

Now, twelve groups of monks are starting from the remote areas of Danyin, Taoshan and Fuli counties to strengthen Tianzun's compassionate image.

Naturally, you have to pay more attention to the details in all the details.

For example, the most basic and important thing is not to disturb the people.

Li Lingsu explained this to all the students, and demonstrated it personally when taking them to act together.

Li Jianren's group of disciples firmly remembered the instructions and demonstrations given by the divine envoy, as did the other eleven groups of disciples.

Those with better conditions, like Li Jianren's group, have a semi-abandoned pavilion that can be sheltered from the wind, and they spend the night in a place similar to the pavilion;

If the conditions are worse and there is no shelter from the wind and rain, then find a place to sleep in the leeward direction.

In short, it is a principle: do not enter the village at night.

Long Pavilion.

Li Jianren, Hu Buqu and the others quickly found a clean water source, filled the water bags they carried with them one by one, and returned immediately.

The remaining monks were very agile and in such a short period of time, they had packed up the pavilion and made it suitable for them.

The campfire has been lit, and the small iron pot is on the stand, waiting for purified water.

Before Li Jianren left, he specially set up a sentry post to indicate that there was a situation that needed to be reported.

Hu Buqu and two other students quickly joined the busy dinner party to make room.

"Brother Jianren, we were spotted in the village."

The sentry officer Lu Sheng opened his mouth to report.

"Well, go back and keep watch. A fellow Taoist will come to replace you later."

Li Jianren nodded, not surprised.

They have been operating openly and openly, with no cover-up and no need to cover up.

Being discovered by the village is the most normal thing.

These days, most villages will be on guard against strangers and special situations around the clock.

Therefore, the key is not whether the village discovers them, but how the village responds after discovering them.

Should he stay behind closed doors and wait for dawn? Or should he send people out all night to contact him.

The former is not bad news, while the latter is really good news.

Watching the student return to his sentry post, Li Jianren felt a little hopeful. The village's reaction was biased towards the latter.

In the village.

The old village chief walked around for several more times before finally making a decision.

The crutch in his hand knocked on the ground hard, and the old village chief shouted to the outside of the ancestral hall: "A Zhuang, come in."

"Hey."

A voice that sounded very strong responded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a muscular man with coolie style walked into the ancestral hall, crossed his hands and said, "Village Chief, what do you want from me?"

The old village chief raised his head with difficulty and looked into the strong man's eyes, which were as big as copper bells but with very innocent eyes. He looked carefully for several times and then said: "A Zhuang, go and kill my pig at my house." , and then carry it to Changting and give it to Lu Sheng, who is sent by Tianzun to help us, as a piece of our Wangjiayuan's heart."

"Okay, village chief."

The strong man immediately agreed, turned around, left the ancestral hall, and went straight to the old village chief's home.

However, the villager who had inquired about the news earlier sighed with regret: "Old village chief, your family only has one pig."

After a pause, the villager gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise, let's kill my other side."

The old village chief ignored this sentence, just turned around and looked at the ancestral tablets that were originally neat, but after several turmoils, had never been completed, and remained speechless.

Wangjiayuan was once a place where clans with big surnames prospered and settled.

Reduced to its current situation, there were not even five pigs to be found in the entire village.

Whose family should I kill? Isn’t it killing?

How many pieces of meat can he, an old man with dirt buried up to his throat, be able to eat?

Just kill.

Nothing to feel sorry for.

The strong man named A Zhuang moved very quickly and arrived at the old village chief's house in a few steps.

Without help from others, A Zhuang could hold down a pig by himself.

They tied them up, boiled water, inserted a knife into their throats, cut their aorta, bled them, shaved them, disemboweled them, removed their internal organs, and drained them into the water.

It can be said to be done in one go.

There is no time to process the large and small intestines.

A Zhuang carried two fans of pork on his back and walked to the pavilion more than two miles outside the village.

The sound of clattering footsteps was very noticeable in the relatively silent night.

Lu Sheng, who was on sentry duty, discovered A Zhuang's presence early and promptly reported the situation to Boss Jian Ren.

Li Jianren signaled to the other party to come over and not to set up a card.

A Zhuang walked into Changting smoothly carrying two fans of pork on his back.

When he saw more than a dozen strangers, A Zhuang was not afraid. He unloaded the pork and said in a dull voice: "The old village chief invites you to eat meat."

After leaving these words, A Zhuang turned around and left.

The old village chief only ordered him to kill pigs and deliver meat, but nothing else.

In this case, let’s get back to dealing with the internal organs, large intestine, and small intestine.

The pig heart was stewed for the old village chief to eat, and the lungs, liver, kidneys, etc. had to be divided. How many times can we eat meat throughout the year?

The large and small intestines were cleaned and both were delicious, so A Zhuang decided to keep them for himself to drink.

Thinking like this, Zhuang walked faster.

Li Jianren did not stop A Zhuang, nor did he refuse the two slices of pork. He just watched in silence as A Zhuang left quickly.

"Boss Jianren, how do you handle this meat?"

Hu Buqi always had a strong subjective initiative, and this time he took the initiative to ask for instructions.

Li Jianren didn't answer in a hurry and glanced at the other students first.

The people in Wangjiayuan cannot eat meat more than once a year.

Were they able to eat these things before they were alive?

Can't eat either.

After the arrival of Tianzun, the lives of the twenty-five villages on both sides of the Danjiang River have only become better and better.

Even so, I ate a lot of fish and not much pork.

So when the students saw the pork, their mouths watered.

Even Li Jianren himself felt like there were greedy insects in his stomach.

I really want to eat meat, even one bite.

But no!

Li Jianren asked seriously with a straight face: "Do you remember all the instructions of the divine envoy?"

"remember."

Hu Buqu immediately answered loudly.

"Then do as the divine envoy ordered." After Li Jianren finished speaking, he turned around and no longer looked at the two fans of pork.

"Yes."

Hu Buqu responded loudly and immediately organized manpower to cut and marinate the pork.

The twelve groups of students were fully prepared this time and set off separately.

In addition to water bags, dry food, and talismans, I also brought enough salt.

It's just right for marinating pork.

It didn't take long for the two pork fans, which were actually not too big and not too fat, to be marinated.

The urns were very thoughtful and strung them up one by one with straw ropes and hung them up.

After finishing this work, the boiled dry food in the iron pot on the campfire was also cooked.

The students were drooling while looking at the pork, while swallowing the tasteless dry food, which was really uncomfortable.

Fortunately, after filling my stomach, the craving subsided a lot.

After eating and drinking, Li Jianren arranged the rotation of the night watch, and the long-tired students rested quietly.

Silent all night.

The next day.

When it gets dark, the students get up and move around.

They quickly rinsed their mouths and faces, had breakfast, packed their things, and set off for Wangjiayuan.

It's less than three miles, and even if the students don't need the blessing of divine movement, they don't need to walk for long.

The old village chief of Wangjiayuan had a "tacit understanding" and organized the whole village, old and young, to the entrance of the village early in the morning to wait for the arrival of Tianzun's men.

Two groups of people ran into each other at the entrance of the village.

Looking at the strips of marinated pork held in the hands of the monks, the old village chief's cloudy eyes suddenly widened even more.

Shocked, surprised, and taken for granted.

"Are you the old village chief of Wangjiayuan?"

Li Jianren did not put on airs, nor did he dare to put on airs. He stretched out his hands to greet the old village chief from afar.

"Good! Good!"

The old village chief suddenly became "deaf" and "demented".

Apart from shouting "Okay" all the time, it seemed as if he didn't understand Li Jianren's words at all.

Li Jianren didn't care at all, and said to himself: "We are Lusheng under the command of Taiyi Thunder Yinghua Tianzun. Following Tianzun's oracle and the order of the divine envoy, we have come to help the villagers of Wangjiayuan solve their problems, treat their illnesses and relieve their pain. ,Solve the problem."

"Good! Good!"

The old patriarch was leaning on a cane in his left hand, holding his right hand in Li Jianren's hand, and kept shouting "Okay".

A smile appeared at the corner of Li Jianren's mouth. The big and reckless man showed his friendly temperament and continued: "We accepted the pork you sent last night, but we can't accept the meat. God is merciful and cannot bear to see the suffering of the world. As believers who believe in Tianzun, we practice the path of Tianzun, strengthen the righteous, eliminate evil, and slay demons, not for money and meat, but to help the world and save the world."

This time, the old village chief didn’t even know what he meant when the pole fell down. He really didn’t understand.

The whole person was so confused that he even forgot to say "Okay".

Just stood there.

Not to mention that the old village chief didn't understand, even Li Jianren, who said these words, only fully understood it after Magistrate Gong who made up these words explained it three times.

After Li Jianren carefully understood it, he thought it actually meant the same thing.

He said this directly in his own words.

Not only for the old village chief, but also for the villagers of Wangjiayuan behind the old village chief: "Now that Tianzun is here, everyone will not have to suffer, and good days are coming!"

When the old village chief heard this, the cloudiness in his eyes dissipated little by little.

The villagers behind him all had expectations.

There is no basis for what you say.

Li Jianren released his left hand and waved it gently.

Hu Buqu immediately led several Lusheng to distribute the marinated pork to the villagers in Wangjiayuan.

At first, the villagers did not dare to accept it.

The students insisted on giving it.

After pulling back and forth a few times, Li Jianren said with a smile: "Old village chief, would you like to say something? Let everyone take the meat. Only after taking the meat away can we get down to business."

"Good! Good!"

The old village chief responded with the same smile.

After receiving the old village chief's signal, the villagers accepted the pork with confidence, and all of them smiled happily.

There's only so much pork, so of course it's impossible for everyone to have one.

It can only be based on household units, one per household.

Fortunately, Hu Buqu was very thoughtful. When he cut the pork last night, he took this into consideration and deliberately cut the pork into long and thin strips.

After dividing one circle, there are enough points left, and there are two more.

"Give these two to the old village chief."

Li Jianren did not ask for advice this time, but made a decision directly.

Without saying anything, Hu Buqu handed the extra two pieces of pork to the little girl who was following the old village chief.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Li Jianren gently patted the old village chief's right hand and left some broken silver in the other's hand as money to buy pigs. Then he greeted the villagers back to the village and took the students into the village.

To put it bluntly, going into the village and distributing pork directly is buying people's hearts.

Li Jianren considered himself an open-minded person, so of course he couldn't do such a stupid thing as taking the pigs from the old Wangjiayuan village chief's house and giving them to the Wangjiayuan villagers to win people's hearts.

The money to buy the pigs must be paid no matter what, and it must be given in full.

The decrepit old village chief turned around tremblingly and motioned to the villagers not to wait for him, but to just follow the Lushengs back to the village.

Seeing that the old village chief was determined and did not dare to violate it, the villagers turned around and left.

Only the little girl was holding two pieces of pork in one hand and supporting the old village chief with the other, walking slowly.

After walking a few steps, a very bright smile suddenly appeared on the little girl's face. She raised her head slightly and said with a smile: "Grandpa, we have meat to eat, we have meat to eat. Cack, cluck..."

The old village chief was silent for a while, then he clenched the broken silver in his right hand and responded kindly: "Yes, we have meat to eat. Girl, have you been thinking about eating meat for a long time?"

The little girl tilted her head and stuck out her tongue to lick her lower lip, as if she was recalling the taste of the last time she ate meat.

Unfortunately, the last time I ate meat was more than a year ago.

No matter how much the little girl wants to forget, she still can't remember exactly what pork tastes like.

She only remembered that after the brown rice was mixed with broth that day, it became extremely smooth and did not cut her throat at all.

After thinking for a while, the little girl stopped trying to remember when she was almost at the door of the house and said seriously: "Grandpa, I really want to have meat to eat every day. Just a small piece will be good."

As she spoke, the little girl stretched out her right hand, pinched the tip of her little finger with her thumb, and made a gesture.

About the same size as a mung bean.

Somehow, the old village chief's cloudy eyes were covered with mist.

The wrinkles all over his face reveal a sadness so thick that it cannot be healed.

After endless sadness, the old village chief's turbid eyes saw the twelve Lu students dispersed and went from house to house applying talisman water, doing rituals, and decorating the house with peach charms.

Even a mortal body can feel that after such an experience, the pain in his body is diminishing or even disappearing, and the house has become more livable.

Even the air is much sweeter.

A drop of turbid tears rolled down the corner of the old village chief's eyes. He gently stroked the little girl's withered hair with his left hand. His wrinkled and then flattened face was filled with a divine light called "hope" that he hadn't seen for a long time. He smiled. Hehe said longingly:

"Nanny, I will definitely be able to eat meat every day in the future, and I can even eat two pieces a day."

(End of this chapter)