On the third day, Saburo led Gongliang Zhi out.

Since Gongliangzhi agreed to help Wangjia Village, he has to make an example. He said before that he was good at feng shui, so San Lang begged him to look at the feng shui in Wangjia Village, so that he could come up with a way to solve the calamity. Gongliang was so natural that he responded with his mouth, and followed San Lang out early in the morning.

Wangjiacun said that it is not small, but it is not big, and it takes a little effort to walk along the trail to go all over the mountain village. Gongliang Zhi spilled a mess of small objects as he walked, and stopped for a while from time to time, went to the corner to dig a pit and dig a soil, and his mouth was full of words, and he looked like a wild Taoist priest. San Lang didn't think he was procrastinating, and only took him through the streets. The surrounding houses all look very similar, and the stranger walks in this alley a few more times, and he must not remember where he came from or where he is going.

"I wanted to ask yesterday," Gong Liangzhi pointed to the people working in the fields not far away, "so many white people in the village?" ”

In the field was a man with a white beard, with a wooden expression, working with his hands and feet; On the adjacent road, a white-haired man passed by carrying water, and a village woman walked ahead of him; Next to the house not far away, another white man held a hammer in his hand and "dangdang" hammered nails on the broken window.

"There's no way to do it." San Lang said, "If the evil doesn't leave, there will always be white children in Wangjia Village, and sometimes stupid white children will be born in the nearby mountain villages." ”

"They don't have a clear mind, but can they work?" Gongliangzhi looked at the white man who hammered nails, his arms were thin, and it was difficult to hold the hammer, and an old man stared at him, and when he smashed it, he took the rattan and pulled it over.

"Teaching can always teach the church." San Lang said, looking at Gongliangzhi's gaze, stunned, and suddenly smiled. He scratched his head a little shyly, and said: "Baizi is very stupid, and some are so crazy that they want to beat people...... The other villages have driven out the white sons, but we have taken in a lot of them! Grandpa is kind-hearted, he doesn't drive these white children away, let them work, and give them a bite to eat. ”

"Good." Gongliang Zhi said.

They continued to move forward, and when they came to an intersection, Gongliang Zhi stopped, and instead of following Saburo to turn left, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the right, saying that he had not walked there. Saburo didn't expect Gongliang to remember the road, and reluctantly took a step to the road to the right. After a while, Gongliangzhi suddenly stopped in front of a shack, and was about to walk inside.

"Hey, Dao Chief! Michigan! Saburo grabbed Gongliangzhi's hand and shouted, "How can you just go inside?" ”

"Can't you?" Gongliang was surprised and said, "The Yin Qi of the Poor Taoist Temple here is at the convergence, and I am afraid that it will be ominous, so I have to go in and take a look." Is there something unsightly in this room? ”

"Where is the Taoist chief!" San Lang sneered, "This is the private property of one of my uncles, he has the most explosive temper, if someone enters his door at will, he will definitely beat people with a hoe in a rage!" Even if he doesn't do anything to your guests, Dao Chief, you have pity on me, I have to be skinned by him! ”

"Oh......" Gongliang dragged out his voice, craned his neck to look at the old door of the shack, as if to see something through the cracks. San Lang's face was not very good-looking, but before he could say anything, the Taoist priest had simply retracted his neck neatly and turned his head to point away.

"Where's the room?" He asked.

Gongliangzhi pointed to the warehouse that was far away opposite, San Lang's face suddenly relaxed, and said: "It's a place where fools live, it's smelly and dirty, if the Taoist chief doesn't dislike it, he can naturally take a look." ”

The warehouse was indeed dirty and smelly, and the small, hot and humid place was empty, except for a few straw mats. There was a white man curled up in a corner of the ground, his mouth □□ mourning, his body writhing on the straw mat, and his hands were under the straw mat.

"This person has eaten dirty things and is very sick, don't go over, Daoist." Saburo said, pinching his nose and stopping outside.

"No, the poor road is here to save the common people, how can you give up halfway!" Gongliang said uprightly, and as soon as he entered, he took a step back, wrinkled his nose, and ran away because he couldn't cover his nose in front of others because of his face. He pretended to say, "You go and give the poor road that clean cloth, poor road, cough cough, it's very useful." ”

San Lang went to get the cloth, and Gongliang asked him to rub the cloth clean and light a few drops of sesame oil. The well and the place with sesame oil are one south and one north, and even if you use it, it will take a lot of time. Gongliang watched the young man's back disappear from sight and walked quickly into the warehouse.

He crouched down in front of the white man and looked down at the other's hand.

There are no stones under the warehouse, just compacted dirt floors. Bai Zi was really gesturing something on the dirt of the mat, his fingernails were missing, as if they had been worn off somewhere, and his bare fingers were full of mud. Gongliang Zhi looked at it for a while, only to see that the ground was full of messy scratches, and the white man was just picking the ground indiscriminately, like a child scribbling on it.

He asked Bai Zi who his surname was, how his health was, and that he had found nothing like the night before. Gongliang thought about it, stretched out his hand and lifted the corner of the straw mat, and his face turned cold for a moment.

Saburo took the cloth back, only to see that Gongliang Zhi had already walked out, squinting at the warehouse of the black hole. The Taoist priest took the cloth and held it in his hand, but he did not go into the warehouse anymore.

"Dao Chief," Saburo leaned over and asked, "What do you see when you go this way?" ”

"Fierce, fierce." Gongliang sighed, sounding more like a fake monk who was deceived and deceived, "I am so stupid that I am terminally ill and hopeless." ”

"Baizi was born insane." Saburo sighed, "Even if the Taoist can't save them......"

"Are you talking about Baizi when I say it?" Gongliang asked rhetorically.

Saburo looked at him inexplicably.

"Are these 'white sons' really born insane?" Gongliang Zhi said.

His face turned around, and San Lang found that the look on the Taoist priest's face had not been seen for a long time, and the kind face had no smile, and it was so stern that it made people angry. He looked at Saburo deeply, his gaze as if he was about to dig into Saburo's head.

The young man's heart sank, and he hurriedly shouted: "What does the Taoist mean? I can't find a ghost, so I say it's fake? Hundreds of people up and down in our Wangjia Village, are they all guilty of hysteria! ”

"Hysteria can still be treated, but it's a pity that people's hearts are stupid and medicine is difficult to treat." Gongliang Zhi said coldly, "In this way, we can explain why the village is full of stupid souls." ”

San Lang was about to shout injustice, but when he heard this, he shuddered and said in a daze: "Injustice, injustice? ”

"You don't know?" Gongliangzhi said, "With the legacy of Shinto monks, they are sacrificial and sacrificial, and they talk about exterminating demons and suppressing them, but they don't even know that they have created countless unjust souls? ”

They probably don't really know anything about it.

Gongliang repeatedly tried to let the village chief see the hexagram bone that was most commonly used by the formation mage to break the evil array, and put down the formation materials everywhere in the village, and no one could see the way from beginning to end. After searching the terrain of Wangjia Village, he determined that the stone tablet was only a part of the dilapidated large array, which was damaged a lot, and apparently no one had maintained it for a long time.

This formation is very ancient, and the Shinto monks who were once popular in the Kunhua realm used this formation to hide their dojos. In the array, believers can hide themselves and see the invading enemy - if the master of the array is still there, the believers can still use the master's power to kill the enemy, but now that the Shinto monks have long been dead and the stone tablet is shattered at the sight of light, the large array has only these two functions.

This miracle is enough to make the people of Wangjia Village, who know nothing about Xiuzhen (and originally came here to avoid trouble), rejoice and feel that they are blessed by the gods.

So, how do you maintain God's blessing?

□□ flies, they feel that all living beings in the world are □□. The more shallow and ignorant you are, the more backward you are. The custom of sacrificing human and animal animals has been shouted and beaten by everyone in Kunhua, but in this isolated small mountain village, it is clear that it has not ended. Whom will you sacrifice? In order to prevent himself from accidentally becoming a victim, it became very reasonable to take a small number of people with special appearances to sacrifice.

"I thought you were just ignorant and treated Baizi as a disaster, but I didn't expect that you were not only stupid, but also vicious." Gongliang suddenly burst into spring thunder on his tongue and drank: "Where did Baizi come from?" ”

Saburo was struck by lightning, and blurted out: "Push the white pulp pool, and when it comes out, it will be white." ”

After he finished speaking, his face changed drastically, and he didn't know why he said it. Gongliang Zhi's hand is called the Truth Technique, and if the person who is questioned is shallow in cultivation and has a guilty heart, he can only know everything. The mantra worked, confirming the fairness of the guess, but preferring to guess wrong.

There are only men in the prime of life in the village, could it be that the white son happened to be in the prime of life as soon as he fell to the ground? Even if you search everywhere, you can't find so many stupid white children, not to mention that those white children are so thin, I'm afraid they won't live long.

What should I do if I run out of whites? Make your own.

At the beginning, there may be a few sick white people in Wangjia Village, or maybe they are really stupid. When the annual sacrifice passes, the old ones run out, and the new ones don't come, so the people of Wangjia Village pay attention to the outside. They use the large array to stop passers-by, or take pedestrians who have strayed into the mountains into the village, is it not in vain? Soak it in white pulp and it will be white. Not stupid? Locked up and beaten up, it will always be stupid for a long time.

Under the straw mat of the white man in the warehouse, there are dense scratches carved into it. The most recent ones are just graffiti, but you can still see the count at the beginning, and there are still some vague words at the earliest, writing that he was a scholar of the Great Zhou, who is the surname, what is the age, and he strayed into the village in a certain year...... In the end, all that remained was random scratches.

The people of Wangjia Village originally raised Baizi to worship the gods, but later raised sweetness and felt that it could be used to "help others". You see, the kidnapped white man eats less than the cow and horse, and he can do more than the cow and horse with a whip, and when he dies, he will use it for sacrifice again, and it will be economical, isn't it wonderful.

The "white son" who died in the village was resentful, but he was stupid, and even his soul was as speechless as when he was alive.

Without God and without demons, the human heart can be so vicious.

Saburo ran away, stopping a foot away in disbelief. "Stinky Daoist, what do you know!" He shouted, "Grandpa Mountain God pinched you to death without a finger!" ”

"There are no mountain gods, only a village of fools and fools." Gongliangzhi sighed, "Poor Dao can't stand idly by. ”

"What do you want to do?" San Lang sneered, without his usual smile, his fierce expression was exactly the same as the evil boy in the village, "Hehe, so far, you can't do anything you want to do!" ”

Not far away, a cloud of black smoke rose into the sky.

Gongliangzhi's face sank, and he only felt that an evil aura suddenly rose in the ordinary mountain. San Lang laughed and shouted, "That apprentice of the Taoist Chief, now he has been put in the pot!" ”