"You're going to do it? Do you have a solution? Zhao Xi looked at Yan Murong and asked in surprise, he didn't understand why Yan Murong would take this matter on his body, but when he saw Yan Murong's confident smile, he said. Okay, then you can do it, and tell me directly if you need to cooperate - but you have to be careful, you can't use too drastic measures, and it won't be good to have an impact. ”

"What's the impact?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "This is just feudal superstition, and it's not a religious issue."

"Okay, what do you need?" Zhao Xi asked.

"Find two fighters to work with me."

"No problem."

As he spoke, Zhao Xi waved his hand and beckoned the two soldiers, pointing and commanding. "Wait a minute, you will cooperate with him, and he will do whatever he tells you to do."

It is the duty of a warrior to obey orders, so after Zhao Xi finished speaking, the two warriors immediately saluted and said that they knew, without asking the reason.

Yan Murong walked to the entrance of the village with two warriors, looked at the group of excited villagers, and shouted loudly. "Be quiet, tell me something."

"Tell you?" The man in his forties looked at Yan Murong and said. "Did it work with you? Call your chiefs. ”

"I can call the shots." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Really?" The man looked at Yan Murong suspiciously, and then said. "Hand over Ximei, if you don't hand it over after an hour, it will be disrespectful to the mountain god, and our entire village will suffer."

"Mountain gods?" Yan Murong laughed. "Who said that if you sacrifice to the mountain god, you will be free of illness and disaster?"

"It was the village chief who said it." The man said.

"Oh, then who's the village chief? Stand up and speak. Yan Murong said with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, an old man with gray hair and a rickety body, who looked like he was estimated to be seventy or eighty years old, stood up.

"Little comrade, are you looking for me?" The village chief looked at Yan Murong and asked.

"I was looking for you." Yan Murong smiled at the village chief and asked. "Old man, there is a cure for the disease, why do you think of worshipping the mountain god?"

"It's not for me to worship." The village chief said. "It was Dr. Yang who said it."

"Dr. Yang?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly in his heart.

He has been practicing medicine in the mountains with the old man all the year round, and he knows these so-called doctors in the mountains too well.

Nine out of ten of the doctors in these deep mountain villages are not graduates of formal medical schools, they are basically the kind that belong to the son inheriting the father's business, and they can only treat some simple diseases, and Yan Murong really admires these people - they are all generalists, not only can they treat people, but they can even see the livestock and poultry in the village, and they can help whoever has insects in the field.

It's just that Yan Murong has opened his eyes today, this Doctor Yang from the mountain village is really powerful, not only a doctor, but also a wizard who is only available in some minority villages.

Worship the mountain gods? What a joke.

"Which one is Dr. Yang?" Yan Murong looked at the villagers and asked.

"I am." A thin old man in a rough cloth shoulder next to the village chief stood up, looked at Yan Murong and said.

"Oh? You're the doctor in the mountain village, huh? Yan Murong asked with a smile. Why do you think it's useful to worship the mountain gods?"

"What do you ask so much? Hurry up and send Ximei back, it won't be good if it drags on for a while. Doctor Yang didn't answer Yan Murong's question, but urged Cui to say.

"Yet, why don't you pay it back." Yan Murong laughed and said. "When will it be?"

"There is still time for two pillars of incense."

"Oh, that's enough time." Yan Murong looked at Doctor Yang and asked. "I'm just curious, I want to know what this mountain god looks like."

"Why do you doll talk so much nonsense."

Before Dr. Yang could speak, the middle-aged man cried out impatiently. "If you can't be the master, call out to your leaders."

"Don't worry, don't worry." Yan Murong waved his hand and said. "I just want to ask Dr. Yang about the process of sacrificing to the mountain god."

Doctor Yang looked at Yan Murong, and then explained all the specific processes.

Yan Murong shook his head when he heard this, and secretly sighed in his heart that this group of people was too stupid.

Feelings: This group of people usually don't worship any gods, Buddhas and the like, as soon as something happens, they find an eighteen ~ nine yellow flower girl to sacrifice to the mountain god, not to mention whether it is useful - just say that this usually does not burn incense and temporarily hug the Buddha's feet, and the mountain gods are not willing to care about you.

"Are you saying that you are the only one who can go up to the stone platform when you worship the mountain god?" Yan Murong asked, pointing to the stone platform on the side of the mountain not far away.

"That's a must." Dr. Yang said. "Although I am a doctor, I also know a thing or two about these things - only I can talk to the mountain god about such a big matter, and the mountain god cannot be disturbed, it is not good for too many people to go up."

"Can you go up with me?" Yan Murong asked.

"What are you doing up there?" Doctor Yang looked at Yan Murong vigilantly and asked.

"I'm just curious, I want to go up and have a look." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'll go up and finish reading it, and I'll return that girl to you."

"Really?"

"Really, absolutely, really can't be more real." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Actually, I've seen this kind of thing in other villages before, don't you say it, it's really good - there was a flood in that place, and a big girl just went down, guess what?"

Yan Murong gushed endlessly, and said with a splash of saliva. "It turned out to be really good. Not long after the girl jumped into the river, the water dropped considerably. ”

"That's for sure." Dr. Yang said confidently. "You young people, you don't believe in ghosts and gods, so you won't see these things, and if you ask them for something, they won't help you."

As he spoke, Dr. Yang looked at the middle-aged man in his forties and said. "Dog, since this little friend wants to go up and have a look, you can take him up to have a look-I can't go up before the sacrificial ceremony begins, so it's disrespectful to the mountain god."

"Okay." As soon as the man heard that Yan Murong finished reading it, he would put Ximei back, and immediately led the way in front and walked over with the two soldiers.

"Wait, they can't go up." Doctor Yang saw that the two soldiers were about to follow, and immediately shouted. "You just go up, too many people will disturb the mountain god."

"Oh, okay then." Yan Murong nodded, and after glancing at the two warriors, he followed the middle-aged man up.

"Uncle, how tall do you think this is from above to below?" As he walked, Yan Murong asked.

"I don't know." The middle-aged man said.

"Oh, and when did this ritual of worshiping the mountain god begin?"

"I don't know about that." The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said. "But listening to my father, it seems that it has been there since hundreds of years ago, when there was a backer village."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Yan Murong felt a twist in his heart - for hundreds of years, it was because of the closure of the village that this kind of superstitious thinking was caused.

For hundreds of years, how many girls in the village have been ruined.