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When Zheng Xunrui woke up, he had a splitting headache, thinking about being quiet, but the sound of bells, suona and wooden fish came from his ears, which is really rare, according to his understanding, the sound of suona is generally heard when doing funerals in the countryside, basically not in the city, the sound of bells striking, that is the occasional appearance of children playing games, as for the sound of wooden fish, I am afraid that it is rare in the temple, today's monks, it is not a monk who always knocks on wooden fish in ancient times, and people are also very fashionable, Not long ago, I saw the news that Shaolin Temple is preparing to open branches abroad.

Trying to open his eyes, Zheng Xunrui's face instantly lost expression, in fact, there was no blood on his face.

The scene he saw made him unable to believe it, and he could not believe it.

Two strangely dressed people were dancing, the dance moves were really not flattering, one of them was wearing a hat made of feathers on his head, his face was a mess, a bell was tied around his waist, his eyes were closed, and he jumped on one foot with words, and from time to time he made a whining sound, and the other person also wore a hat made of feathers, but there were many fewer feathers, and he drew a few strokes on his face, and there was no bell around his waist, and the person who was beating around one foot and chanting words turned quickly, and his eyes were very focused.

A few meters away from the two dancing people, there were more than a dozen monks sitting, knocking on wooden fish, chanting words in their mouths, but these monks did not look very focused, and some of them twisted their necks with their eyes open.

The two groups of people are doing their own things and do not interfere with each other.

Zheng Xunrui remembered seeing the monk praying for others in the Lingyin Temple in Hangzhou, the formation was indeed good, and it looked very strict, but it was a pity that the blessing was for money, which was called charity, and it was said that it was necessary to take out a lot of money to give alms, so that there was such treatment, that was the treatment of local tyrants, he was an ordinary person, and he did not dare to try.

Paying attention to these two groups of people, Zheng Xunrui did not notice the surrounding environment.

He remembered that he was drinking with a group of friends, because it was the weekend, he didn't have any scruples, so he drank a lot, and on the way home, he heard the sound of the car brakes, and as for what happened, he couldn't remember it at all.

"Qingyang is awake, Xianggong, Qingyang is really awake......"

"Son, it's good to wake up, I'll clean him up in a while......"

"Xianggong, the slave begs you, Qingyang has just woken up, and his body is not good, don't scold ......"

"It's all you, conniving Qingyang, look at this kid, what has become of him......"

"The slave family knows that it is wrong, if there is anything, the slave family will bear it, and the minister must not beat and scold Qingyang......"

Zheng Xunrui, who woke up, began to turn his head to observe the situation around him, and he almost fainted again.

It is a hall house, the roof is covered with blue-gray tiles, the feathers are all fine wood, the wooden beams are hung with a lot of silk-like white yarn, which hangs down to the ground, and in the middle of the hall is supported by two round pillars, and in the middle of the hall there is a square antique wooden table, on which are placed pig's heads, cooking cakes and other offerings.

The most important thing is the people standing by the door, they are wearing the wrong clothes, the men are all long cotton robes, and the outside is covered with blue-gray cotton coats, and the women are connected to the top and bottom Confucian skirts, one of the middle-aged men and women, keep looking at themselves, the women's eyes are red and swollen, the men's expressions are anxious, and their concern is overflowing.

When Zheng Xunrui's eyes looked over, the middle-aged man glared at him fiercely, and a smile instantly appeared on the woman's face, which was extraordinarily kind, making his heart tremble.

"Xianggong, shamans and prayers are still useful, the slave family said it, you still don't believe it......"

"Hmph, I don't disbelieve it, these things that the son of evil has done will corrupt the door and lose his face, so it's better to die......"

"Xianggong don't be so ruthless, what is Qingyang's fault, the slave family bears it, Xianggong don't blame Qingyang......"

Zheng Xunrui didn't understand the qiē in front of him, what was going on, he was just drunk, how could he encounter such a strange thing, everyone's dress was not right, it was completely ancient clothing, he with a double diploma in the Department of History and the Department of Chinese, he probably recognized this as the clothing of the Ming Dynasty.

Zheng Xunrui, who wanted to figure out what was in front of him, struggled to get up, he felt the pain in the back of his head like an explosion, he had no strength in his body, and he couldn't get up at all for a while.

Seeing Zheng Xunrui's struggle, the middle-aged woman was a little anxious and gently pushed the man next to her.

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and cautiously took steps in the direction of Zheng Xunrui.

"Hugh is in turmoil, all the gods have gathered together at this moment, and they are casting spells, if they disturb the gods, everything will be wasted, and the donor will be hopeless......"

The middle-aged man's face turned pale instantly, and he turned his head to glare at the woman, not daring to move.

Zheng Xunrui, who was struggling, was angry, he wanted to get up, but he couldn't do it because of the headache and his body was weak, obviously someone was ready to come forward to help, but he was stopped, and he said that all kinds of gods, gods and spirits, aren't they all superstitious things.

"I want to drink water, can you be quiet, I'm annoyed, I'm crazy with you."

Zheng Xunrui roared out, he didn't know where he got the strength, he said that he had been a civil servant for many years, and he had already learned to forbear, he shouldn't have such a big temper, but there were too many doubts in his mind, so he couldn't take care of it so much.

The room was instantly quiet, everyone stopped moving, and the two suona players stared at Zheng Xunrui who was struggling to get up with their mouths open.

The middle-aged man and woman suddenly panicked and looked carefully at the person with the bell tied around his waist.

Leaning slightly, the person with the bell tied around his waist looked at Zheng Xunrui, who had a trace of blood on his face, and slowly spoke.

"I have been possessed by the gods, and it is not easy to recruit your soul back, so disrespectful, you can know the consequences."

"Don't come to this set, what does it have to do with you when I wake up, you are jumping around and knocking on wooden fish here, do you want me to give money, I don't have ...... money"

After a commotion, the hall quickly fell silent, leaving only middle-aged men, middle-aged women, and Zheng Xunrui.

The middle-aged man's face turned pale, looked at Zheng Xunrui, who had already stood up, and reached out to shake off the arm that was being pulled by the woman.

"Son, I worked hard to invite shamans and mages to cast spells for you, I didn't expect you to be so crazy, you did something embarrassing and caused disaster, I didn't want to pursue it, but you are disrespectful to the gods, what use do I want you to be a son of evil......"

The middle-aged man raised his slap and slapped Zheng Xunrui's face.

The slap was not heavy, but for Zheng Xunrui, who had just struggled to stand up, it was a heavy blow, and he fell on his back in an instant.

The sound of the back of the head hitting the ground can be heard clearly.

The moment his head hit the ground, a door was suddenly opened, and a large amount of information poured out of the door and went towards his mind, which was absorbed by Zheng Xunrui as quickly as possible.

The terrifying information made Zheng Xunrui not slow down in one breath, his eyes were white, and he slept straight on the ground.

This time I really fainted.

Wuchen year, the first year of Chongzhen, 1628 AD, November.

Guli Town, Jiangning County, under the jurisdiction of Tianfu, is directly under the jurisdiction of Nanzhili.

Zheng Xunrui, the fourteen-year-old youngest son of the local squire Zheng Fugui, was jealous of the wind and jealousy in the Qinhuai River, was beaten, and almost lost his life.

It had an effect, Zheng Xunrui had already woken up, who knew that Zheng Xunrui, who woke up, suddenly became crazy, I don't know what to do, and actually opened his mouth to reprimand the shaman.

The gods showed their power and punished Zheng Xunrui, causing him to faint again.

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