There was a strange scholar in the village, this guest seemed to have never been to the village, he was very interested in everything, and he dragged Biyuntao around the village, he was extremely concerned about the statues or miracles, and he had to get to the bottom of it.

Bi Yuntao was annoyed by the question, but it was his father who wanted him to entertain guests, so he had to shrug his head and rub it behind him.

"Little brother, your tiles here are very chic, is it a method taught by the gods?"

The scholar ran up the low wall, pulled out half of the broken tile and held it to the boy, the mud tile was blue, and the mud attached to it fell sharply.

Bi Yuntao covered his head and said angrily: "I haven't seen the mussel god Niangniang, but the mussel god Niangniang is the river god, so she shouldn't burn tiles." ”

"Then tell me, what kind of prayers does the Bengshen Niangniang usually have? Send a child, make a fortune, or can you bless the exam?"

The scholar put the tile back, clapped his hands, the dust was scattered in the air, full of mud and fish, Bi Yuntao retreated a few steps in disgust, and said: "These should not be ignored, I said that you are not sincere at all, always thinking about what benefits the gods can bring you, how can there be such a worship?"

"It's not because the exam is too difficult and there are many subjects, I thought that the last time I fell into the first place, it must be that Sage Kong was too busy, this time I plan to visit a few more, one subject at a time, and pass it. The scholar lifted his sword and jumped off the wall, but secretly added a sentence in his heart: "The useless god of confusing the people." ”

Bi Yuntao snickered: "I heard my father say that the Beng God Niangniang blesses our village with good weather and good weather, do you want to ask for rain?" ”

The scholar also smiled: "That's a coincidence, we have a subject that is a ritual, and the stars pray for blessings, maybe you can, it seems that you have to worship." He added another sentence in his heart: "When he usurped the heavens, he was an unreverent god." ”

"You still learn swordsmanship?" Bi Yuntao's gaze was glued to the scholar's waist.

This is a sharp weapon that only appeared in novels and books, it is a real thing, but it is not comparable to a bamboo sword, there are poems: Twenty-eight beautiful people are like crisps, and the sword in the waist slashes the fool, I heard that it was written by an immortal, praising it for allowing the girl to win the strong man. Thinking about it this way, it is not surprising that the protagonists of those novels can win many girls with swords.

"You want my sword?" the scholar looked at the boy, his eyes full of smiles.

"It's not!" Bi Yuntao hurriedly pointed to the other bamboo swords on his waist, "I have my own sword, two, I'm just, I just want to see how it is different from your sword." “

The eleven or twelve-year-old boy couldn't hide his thoughts, and the scholar couldn't help snickering when he looked at his anxious red face, but he didn't poke it either, "Then I will touch it for you once, just once." “

Bi Yuntao didn't respond, but his little head was straight.

The scholar held back a smile, pulled out his long sword, half-squatted in front of the young man, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and the body of the sword in the other, and kept admonishing: "Don't touch the blade, the blade is sharp, and it is easy to cut your hand." ”

Of course, Bi Yuntao's fingers have been lowered, cold and numb, and a little piercing, the sword body is as smooth as a mirror, and even the reflected burning flames can be clearly seen.

The blue clouds fluttered for a moment, and saw that the fire was like a torch, and a proud figure was drenched in blood, dripping with blood and suffering from burning in the raging flames.

In his hand, he held a long sword that was as dazzling as a man, as clear as jade, and the sword light was like a glow, piercing straight into his eyes.

"Eminem!"

Bi Yuntao was so frightened that he took a few steps back and was hugged by the scholar.

"What's the matter, did you cut your hand?" the scholar grabbed his hand and looked back and forth, but there was no blood.

Bi Yuntao also relieved himself, "It's nothing, it's just that my fingers are a little cold." He looked at the sword body again, but this time there was only a panicked young man looking back on the mirror.

The scholar stood behind him, patted him on the shoulder, and teased: "Young man, you can't learn swords in the future, just touch the blade and be scared like this?"

Bi Yuntao ignored it, turned around and left.

The early spring breeze blew, and the scholar suddenly became a little tired, and his eyes flashed with exhaustion and compassion, and he straightened his clothes and followed behind.

In the evening, lanterns were hung all over the village, and bonfires were lit at the entrance of the village, and the yellowish light weaved a gentle mist.

"Knock! knock"

The sound of the drums was deafening like spring thunder, and the festival began.

A passage suddenly flashed in Bi Yuntao's mind: The drum is an incense fire Shinto weapon, and the sound of the drum can dispel distracting thoughts, pure faith, and strengthen, and the gods will also enhance their mana. When attacking the gods, the first thing is to cut off the source of faith......

What's next? What am I thinking?

Bi Yuntao fell behind the crowd, shook off his old thoughts, just thought that he hadn't slept well in the past two days, he swept through the crowd, and the scholar was not there.

A circle of people set up a bamboo platform, a big boar tied to the bamboo platform, and walked to the temple one by one, and the temple wish, that is, Biyuntao's father, took out a piece of paper and read: "Only the priest Si Kun position, virtue with Qianyuan, containing grandeur, salty goods, you bless one side, and all living beings are safe." Today, there are believers in Xiaoshi Village, who are sincere in their auspicious days, sincerely proclamation of rituals, devout sacrifices, respect for God, and thank them for protecting us for a long time......"

The greetings were not long, and there was nothing moving, but the villagers knelt down in the dark, and the village elders wept and shouted: "I beg God to protect you, the wind and rain are smooth, and the children and grandchildren are safe." The adults also shouted, leaving only the children who were pressed by their parents to kneel around blankly, shouting twice, and spitting on the ground by the way and pretending to be tears.

Bi Yuntao saw it in his eyes, he didn't want to laugh, he didn't want to kneel, and he didn't want to believe in this clam god Niangniang.

Daddy looked at him with reproachful eyes, Eminem looked at him eagerly, and several old people in the village looked at him angrily, their meanings were all written on their faces, and Bi Yuntao could even hear them shouting in his ears.

"Hurry up and get down on your knees, you're still not my son!"

"Yuntao is about to kneel, your father is going to be angry. ”

"You baby is so ignorant, do you want to offend the gods and cause trouble for us!"

Bi Yuntao habitually touched the bamboo sword on his waist, and let it go again, he was horrified to find that his knees were involuntarily bent down, tears were streaming in his eyes, and all he thought about was how to write curses on the portrait of the temple.

The singing is leisurely, and the glow appears in front of the temple.

Everyone burst into tears and shouted loudly: "I beg God to protect you, the wind and rain are smooth, and your children and grandchildren are safe." The village chief burst into tears, kissed the ground, and cried: "You can see the gods, and you will die and be blinded!"

Immediately after that, a sword light flew out, accompanied by a miserable scream.

Everyone looked at each other.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the village, and a group of people broke in.

I saw that they were all wearing Taoist robes, and the cuffs were embroidered with a bright yellow ribbon. Everyone was stunned, and one of them shouted in panic: "Run, it's a disaster road, a disaster road that breaks homes and destroys temples." ”

Bi Yuntao understood that this was a Taoist priest of Zhengyi, who issued a ban on worshipping non-registered gods, and was hostile to the people of several surrounding villages, and was called the Dao of Suffering.

The village chief and the temple Zhu trembled up, but the Taoist priest headed by him turned a deaf ear, he waved his hand, "Smash the temple, burn the things in the temple, hurry up, Senior Brother Liu is still killing demons." ”

"You can't smash it! The gods will blame you. ”

The village chief was shocked, opened his hand to stop them, and Miao Zhu also plucked up his courage, "Why are you smashing, this is our village itself!"

"Oh, you're Miaozhu?"

The man became interested, dragged the village chief aside, and suddenly kicked to the temple.

"Why? You don't worship the orthodoxy of the human race, you have to open a wild sacrifice, worship the silver (forbidden word) god, hey! Temple Zhu, I don't have any burden to kill a demagogic rotten person like you!"

After that, he kicked him in the stomach again.

Seeing this, the people in the village scattered the birds and beasts, leaving only Bi Yuntao kneeling on the ground.

A voice came from nowhere, "Don't arrest me, it has nothing to do with me, arrest him, he is the son of Miaozhu, and he is still kneeling!"

The man walked over and gently kicked Bi Yuntao down, "The old rule, take him to the temple and let him urinate on the statue, and then let him write a few words on it, just write two words of shit." ”

Bi Yuntao seemed to be wandering in another world, which made him feel a little relieved, but he felt a pain in his shoulder, and he shook his head and found that he was carried into the temple by a middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest put him down and gave him a piece of charcoal, "Hurry up, write the word shit on the portrait, urinate again, and finish the procedure." ”

He muttered: "What the hell, run to the wilderness at night and smash a small temple, what is this merit enough, you little child, write at speed, don't rub it off." ”

"Why?" asked Bi Yuntao.

"Why do you still ask? If you don't write it, you're going against my human sages, and you can't fight it?" the Taoist priest's eyes widened.

He was forced to kneel and believe in God.

He was compelled to blaspheme God.

Bi Yuntao's heart was full of anger.

He scribbled on the prayer map as if venting, and suddenly the picture changed, it was a naked bewitching beauty portrait, beautiful eyes, and clever smiles. A line of red letters is engraved on the thigh of the beauty: The owner of the duckweed house gives the Bi patrol envoy.

Bi Yuntao froze, and then regained his senses.

The mind is racing.

He was forced to kill in the name of righteousness.

Someone caught a glimpse of his heart knots and tempted him to kill.