By the side of the stream flooded by the verdant color, Bi Yuntao waded diagonally with a large bundle of bamboo, his body was thin, most of the bamboo was hanging in the air, the tips were shaking, and a few scattered leaves rustled and sang.

"I have to go back quickly, and I have to prepare the offering table for the great sacrifice. ”

The young man muttered to himself silently, but his eyes unconsciously aimed at his arms, and he rubbed the bamboo sword with his face with joy, and his steps were much brisker.

After a while, more than a dozen patchwork tiled houses were reflected in front of me, all of which were made of yellow mud, and there was a smell of earth under the scorching sun. Bi Yuntao walked into a small courtyard quickly, threw his hand to his side, and hurriedly took it back, hurriedly put the bamboo lightly on the ground, smiled to himself, grabbed the bamboo sword and held it in his hand.

The bamboo sword is long and narrow, there is no gap in the sword body, it is a piece of bamboo cut, and there is a withered yellow grass rope on the hilt, what is surprising is that the whole body of the bamboo sword presents a clear white jade fluorescence, uniform and flawless, and there are a few words vaguely engraved on it, which is difficult to recognize.

"It's familiar, where have I seen it?"

He rubbed the sword back and forth, and his fingertips felt a different touch connected by blood, and a sword flower danced in a similar way.

"Little knight, call your daddy, come and eat!"

"Eminem, got it!"

Bi Yuntao hurriedly responded, pinned the sword between the belts, and trotted out of the door.

His father is the temple of the village, these days to stay in the temple to prepare the sacrificial gift of the mussel god Niangniang, the temple is not far from the entrance of the village, this is the village in order to thank the mussel god Niangniang spontaneously built, the incense is not prosperous, usually no one passes, but today it is rare to meet visitors.

A strange man, wrapped in a black coat, was kneeling in front of the fire, blocking the door of the temple.

This was extremely rude, which made the young man a little angry, and he couldn't help but lean in and ask, "What are you cooking? Is this the sacrifice you offer to the clam goddess?"

Obviously, he just looked at each other from eye to eye, but the man was in a fog, his face was unclear, he said: "What is boiling in the furnace is my master, and the resentment that I have been brewing for nearly a hundred years, this old soup is accompanied by the pleasure of my revenge, it is really the ultimate delicacy in the world, where can the gods drink such a taste!"

"You're talking nonsense in front of the temple, aren't you afraid that the gods will blame you!" Bi Yuntao stomped his foot vigorously and scolded angrily.

The man seemed to chuckle, "Only those who pray to the gods are afraid of the gods, I don't ask for it, naturally I won't be afraid of it, I came to see you just to tell you two things, first, your calamity has arrived, there is no calamity, the sword and the soldier calamity-"

"Second, can you save me?" Bi Yuntao was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

"Of course it can't be saved, all this is a fact of fate, no one is powerless to change it, I just think that although this old soup is good, it is a pity that it can only be made in a hundred years, so I plan to give you a chance, a chance to take revenge in person." Guess what, the anger is extinguished, is there more hatred or more pleasure in this soup?"

Bi Yuntao's face turned red, clutching the hilt of the sword, as if he wanted to crush it, and pointed at the man with one hand: "I will also tell you two things, the first thing, you have a mad disease! The second thing, no one can save him!"

He didn't understand why he was so angry, he was clearly joking and talking, a palpitation woke him up, he trembled, the bamboo sword on his waist was hot, the hot flow burned the blood, and his whole body seemed to be roaring: "Those who slander me, you should be killed!"

It's hate.

A threshold, isolating the cool breeze of early spring, also made his inexplicable mood calm and stable, the temple is not big, the front hall only hangs a picture of the goddess praying, below is an offering table, a pig's head is placed on the table, a pheasant and a few bowls of rice.

This silence made people slow down, so as not to make a sound, Bi Yuntao carefully went around to the back hall, the back hall was even more simple, only a sleep collapse for vigil. A middle-aged man sat next to the bed, intently carving a wooden statue that was a foot long.

"Daddy, it's time to eat. ”

"Right now. "Didn't move.

"Tomorrow night is the big festival, can this be carved well?"

"I don't know, but the statue of the god must be sincere, not rushed. The middle-aged man reluctantly put down his work, picked up something from the bedside and said, "By the way, there is a piece of leftover material and a small gadget, you can take it and play with it." ”

Bi Yuntao was stunned when he took it.

It was a bamboo sword, the blade of the sword was cut from a piece of bamboo, and a ginger straw rope was strung on the hilt, the grass rope was tough, apparently just formed, and to his surprise, the sword was almost exactly the same shape as the one he had picked up.

"Let's go, don't be stunned. ”

"Hmm. ”

The entrance to the temple was empty.

Bi Yuntao remembered that strange person, told Daddy what had happened, and asked, "How will the gods punish these unbelievers?"

Speaking of which, I was a little nervous.

The middle-aged man patted him on the shoulder, "Don't think like this, Beng Shen Niangniang is not the kind of god who sins because of his words, if others don't believe it, don't believe it, just believe it." ”

"Oh. Bi Yuntao didn't dare to say that he didn't believe it much, but his mood relaxed a lot.

Two figures, one large and one small, walked leisurely towards the village.

Before and after the big festival, the meals at home are very rich, a bowl of stewed loach, a plate of white cut meat, and stewed water vegetables, the loach is fresh and tender, and there is a hint of sweetness, the middle-aged man tasted it, and praised it very much: "At this time, it is a pity to eat fresh, it is a pity, if it is past the spring, and then scoop it up, tsk, a big meat." ”

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat it, and it's not for you, right, Yuntao. ”

Bi Yuntao buried his head in eating vegetables, pretending not to hear.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the village.

Bi Yuntao put down the bowl and turned his head sideways towards the courtyard gate.

"Smack!"

A pair of chopsticks struck him on the head.

"Eat first. ”

Bi Yuntao looked at the expressionless middle-aged man aggrievedly, didn't dare to speak, and took his body back.

But the noise is louder.

The middle-aged man frowned, put down his chopsticks, ignored the angry eyes in front of him, and said, "I'll go to the village gate to have a look, you eat well at home." ”

Bi Yuntao didn't hear clearly, trotted all the way, and followed closely.

There is a circle of people around the village gate, headed by the village chief, a respected old man, generally speaking, virtue is the meaning of beard, looking at the hair, in short, the whitest hair in the village, the tallest beard, Bi Yuntao thought.

Surrounded in the middle was a handsome scholar, carrying a book basket on his back, with a long sword hanging from his waist, and his literary quality was polite.

The scholar said: "Xiaosheng Liu Yansong, a student of Qingyuan Mansion, is quite interested in the customs of all parties, I heard that this place has shown miracles many years ago, and I have come here to visit, I don't know if the elder may let me enter the village to find a place to stay?"

The scholar spoke politely, and the village chief also tugged at his beard with satisfaction.

Where will there be miracles? It must be a place where people are outstanding, compared to the surrounding villages, Xiaoshi Village has always had the best harvest every year, can it be a good omen?

"I happen to be living in the temple these days, and there is an empty room at home, so it is better to live in my house. The middle-aged man approached the village chief.

Bi Yuntao looked up and was surprised to find that Daddy had a smile on his face. Thinking about it, as a temple wish, I'm afraid I'm the happiest in my heart, it seems that Daddy said that it is up to me to believe in God or not, just listen to it, of course he wants to make the belief of the Beng God Niangniang spread more widely.

Bi Yuntao's little face was solemn, and he also had a little more understanding in his heart: in order to take a few fewer beatings, believe a little more.

The scholar could not hide his joy, and replied: "The elder is gracious, so I might as well be respectful." ”