After a night of fear, when it was almost dawn, the children finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep one by one on the stones by the pond. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Adults who have been tired and nervous all night also feel like their bones are falling apart at this moment. In times of crisis, people's potential is unleashed infinitely. The cabinet full of grain, which is usually only carried by four people, was carried out by two men. A large heavy wooden table, a woman lifted it and walked like a fly. When the tension was lifted, everyone was so sad and tired.

Now, in the twilight of the morning, the miserable ruins of Tianchi Village are presented in front of everyone.

The blackened walls, stubbornly standing in the cool morning air, tenaciously outline the original shape of the house. White smoke emitted beams of houses that had not yet burned out and furniture that had not been snatched out. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and dust after a choking fire.

Tired adults have no time to rest, so they hurry to find the children of each family.

"Yazhi, Yazhi!" Wang Qiming pulled those confused children one by one.

"Sister Yazhi and that little fat Taoist priest went to save the third grandfather." Xiaohuzi's words almost made Wang Qiming sit on the ground.

Wang Qiming hurriedly pulled Wang Jinsong to the third grandfather's house. Running to the third grandfather's house and looking at the ruined house, Wang Qiming only felt that his eyes were black for a while.

"Dad, Yazhi, they ......" Wang Jinsong didn't dare to think down.

"Perhaps, they went somewhere else. You look in the village, I'll go home and see, it's been so busy all night that I don't even bother to go home. Wang Qiming shook his head weakly and walked slowly home.

As the captain of the production team, he did his best to direct the villagers to relieve the disaster this night, but neglected his own home.

In the ruins after a fire, Wang Qiming's intact house is particularly eye-catching. It was strange to him that his house in the middle of the village had escaped the fire.

Pushing open his door, Wang Qiming saw something even more incredible. The third grandfather has been dead in the courtyard for a long time, and his body has stiffened. The fat little Taoist priest wore only a small pair of pants, and his whole body was as black as charcoal, and he fell to the side. One of the little Taoist priest's hands was still holding Wang Yazhi. Wang Yazhi lay on the ground, as if she was asleep.

"Yazhi, Yazhi!" Wang Qiming ran over and picked up Wang Yazhi.

Wang Yazhi breathed evenly, but no matter how Wang Qiming shouted and shook, he just couldn't wake up. Wang Qiming remembered that time when Wang Yazhi met the big white snake, could it be that this child would be in a coma for a few days and nights?

"Hell,!" Mao Yunzi also shouted and ran in from outside the door.

A large group of villagers rushed in after Mao Yunzi. Everyone was curious about why the courtyard of Wang Qiming's house was preserved intact in the fire.

Mao Yunzi hugged the black dust and pinched his human acupoint hard.

"Master." Hun Chenzi, who woke up slowly, saw Mao Yunzi with an anxious face, and couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes. Although the master usually reprimands himself, he is the only relative in this world, and he is the only one who cares about him in times of crisis.

Mao Yunzi helped Huchenzi to sit down, looked at the people who were puzzled in the courtyard, and suddenly knelt down in front of Huchenzi.

"Master, what are you doing?" Hu Chenzi wanted to stop the master, but he was weak and couldn't move.

This old Taoist priest can't be frightened and confused, how can he kneel down in front of his apprentice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my apprentice is the golden boy of heaven. Apprentice, in the past, the master was blind and didn't know your true body, do you forgive the master for treating you badly before? Mao Yunzi actually cried bitterly.

"Old Taoist, are you crazy? Look at your apprentice, fat as a little pig, what kind of golden boy is Linfan? "There were people in the crowd who questioned.

"Fathers and fellow villagers, you don't know, although our master and apprentice are Taoist priests, they are also some cultivators, and they have a heart to help the world and save people." Mao Yunzi turned around and said to everyone, "A few months ago, our master and apprentice traveled to the middle of the river and found that there was a place where spiritual energy gathered. But at the same time, I also found that there was a trace of evil in this aura, and there would be calamity in a few days. So our master and apprentice lived in the Dragon King Temple on the top of the mountain, wanting to eliminate this disaster. ”

Everyone was attracted by Mao Yunzi's divine blow. Yes, these two traveling Taoist priests actually came to Bunker Mountain two days ago.

"It's a pity that we can't go against the sky, this fire is a curse, we can only try our best to protect the spiritual root of the leyline in Tianchi Village. On this day, the leyline spirit root of Tianchi Village is in the house of Wang Qiming, the production captain, so their house will be intact in the fire. ”

Xun Chenzi looked at his master's tongue with a lotus flower, blowing into the sky, this guy is going to take advantage of the fire to rob again, and take the opportunity to collect money. He sat cross-legged very cooperatively, with his palms folded in front of his chest, making the appearance of a golden boy. It's just that he is covered in jet black and only wears a small pair of pants, which is really funny.

"Fathers and fellow villagers, this is not our bragging, you see that this fire burned down all the houses, but the production captain's home was not burned down. Their house is in the middle of the village. Do you know that my apprentice is a golden boy Linfan, and his own gods are secretly protecting him. He stays in this courtyard, and this place is invulnerable. ”

Everyone couldn't help but nod. Yes, in this fire, only Wang Qiming's house in the middle of the village is intact. If this is well-founded, even if it is a rumor, it will make people believe it. Especially after an unprovoked disaster, people need some comfort in their hearts.

"However, fathers and fellow villagers, although this fire is deplorable, it is caused by misfortune and blessing. This fire burned the evil qi in the village, and the golden boy kept the spiritual root of the leylines in the village, so it will be smooth sailing for our Tianchi Village in the future. This evil breath is mainly due to the fact that a few years ago, people destroyed the ancient temple of the Dragon King on the top of the mountain, and the Dragon King was angry and punished people. Therefore, you have to tell the people around you to rebuild the Dragon King Temple and respect the Dragon King, otherwise there will be calamities. ”

People talked. It turned out to be a bane that had been planted a long time ago. In the catastrophe a few years ago, people destroyed the Dragon King Temple, but they retribution was in Tianchi Village. But the people of Tianchi Village have always respected the Dragon King, even if they couldn't worship the Dragon Lord on the fifteenth day of the first month like in the early years, everyone has not blasphemed the gods!

Look at the fat little Taoist priest again, although he was dressed in jet black, but he meditated there, not moving at all like a bronze bell. The more I looked at it, the more I felt that there was a hint of aura between the eyebrows. The originally chubby Huchenzi looks festive and cute, and this closer look is really a bit fairy. At this time, after the disaster, people listened to the nonsense of Mao Yunzi, and naturally believed in the words of their master and apprentice.

Xiaohuzi's mother knelt down first: "Golden boy, you want to bless our village and bless us." ”

The other women in the village saw Xiaohuzi's mother kneeling down, and they knelt down too, and slowly the men also knelt down.

Hun Chenzi was frightened by such a formation and peeked at his master. Mao Yunzi gave him a look and motioned for him to continue pretending. Hu Chenzi had no choice but to close his eyes and sit upright again.