A thunderbolt flashed, and Bai Yujing and Mengdie suddenly stopped on a big tree.

"Childe, aren't we going to Junzhou?"

Mengdie asked curiously.

Bai Yujing didn't speak, but his eyes looked in one direction, where there was a big river.

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By the river.

There was a rather rudimentary altar, several feet high.

A witch in a feather coat with a colorful face painted on it holds a rattle bell and dances like crazy. There are words in the mouth, but I don't know the words.

On the altar table sat a child, still in swaddling clothes, babbling and watching with curiosity.

Dozens of people in the audience bowed to the ground, kowtowed, and chanted "Hebo bless!".

Only a young woman was sobbing quietly beside her, and a young man patted her on the shoulder to comfort her.

Suddenly, the young woman rushed to the altar and held the child on the altar tightly in her arms.

Everyone in the audience rushed forward to snatch her from her arms, even the young man who was with her. But the young woman clutched tightly, unwilling to let go.

Wu Zhu just glanced at them lightly, and said loudly: "The matter of sacrifice cannot be delayed, if Hebo is angry, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

When the people heard this, they were all panicked.

An old man advised the young woman: "This is also for us from the village, Xiu'er, put down the sacrifice quickly." ”

"yes, just have another one in the future, you're young anyway. ”

"Are you the only one in your eyes?

"That's right, not long ago, Hebo was angry and lost two more children. ”

The crowd chimed in and condemned the young woman.

The young woman cried and cried out, "No, he is my child, he is not yet a year old, he is so young, how can he be used to sacrifice to Hebo?"

"It is his blessing that this child can serve Hebo, no matter how many people want to go, there is no chance, if it weren't for the old man's old age, he would definitely serve Hebo himself. The old man continued to persuade.

"He Bo doesn't need cannibalism, he just needs the service of a boy. This is an opportunity to serve the gods, and many people can't ask for it. ”

The young woman shouted, "Two sacrifices in the previous year, two sacrifices in the previous year, and another sacrifice this year, does Hebo need so many boys?"

The crowd was about to argue when a young cheer suddenly came from behind the crowd.

"Well said!"

Everyone looked back and saw a young scholar who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old followed by a scholar.

Although the scholar is young, his uninhibited and outstanding temperament is out of the blue.

The scholar looked at everyone and said loudly: "I don't know life, I don't know death." This witch Zhu said that there is a river uncle, have you ever seen it with your own eyes? Since he said that there is, why don't you let him go and sacrifice it himself? ”

When Wu Zhu heard this, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he immediately disappeared and did not speak.

"However, our village has lost more than ten children in the past few years, if it is not for Hebo's need, why is this so? It is better to personally select one or two sacrifices to Hebo every year to keep the other children safe. ”

A middle-aged man came out and said.

The scholar said angrily: "Extremely ignorant! Isn't the story I read about Simon Leopard's encounter with his marrying daughter Hebo in the past the same thing as today?"

After speaking, he asked everyone: "Is this witch still asking you to wait for the money?"

Many people nodded.

"You fools and fools have been deceived by this witch. If the children were like this, is it true that they are gods? It is clear that they were made by this witch and used to deceive you and other goods and children for profit. ”

The scholar's words were fierce, and everyone looked at each other, and there was more hesitation in their eyes.

Seeing this, Wu Zhu said lightly: "Hebo God, if you are angry and descend to the gods, I am afraid that the villages will be flooded." ”

When the villagers heard this, they were all afraid.

"What do you know, a foreigner, if you anger Hebo, it is we who will suffer. ”

"Yes, we don't need others to say much about doing things in Linhe Village. ”

"Get out of here, you foreigner. ”

The villagers have picked up the young scholars.

The young scholar turned back to the scholar and sighed and said, "Alas, I didn't believe in the good witchcraft in Jingchu in the past, but today I believe it. ”

looked at the dozens of people staring at each other again, and the scholar felt that he was not an opponent.

"Let's step back away and see what tricks this witch is playing, and then make a calculation. ”

As he spoke, he took the scholar and retreated to a small tree in the distance, looking at the crowd by the river.

When the villagers saw that they had left in amusement, they left them alone and continued to persuade the young woman to hand over the baby boy she was holding in her arms.

Of course, the young women wept and cried, refusing to give it alive or dead.

At this time, the young man, who was also her husband, endured the pain and persuaded him: "Xiu'er, let's just have another one next year, it's not a joke to anger Hebo." In case the river floods and floods the village......"

The young woman cried bitterly, "No, no, he is our child, he has only been born for a few months, why should he be allowed to sacrifice to Hebo?"

The young woman kept crying, clinging to the child in her arms, refusing to let go.

Men and women did not kiss, and the people did not dare to snatch them from the woman's arms.

The old man gestured to her young husband.

A trace of unbearability flashed on the husband's face, but then he walked up ruthlessly, hugged the young woman, who was his wife, and grabbed it: "Xiu'er, let go quickly, it's not good to hurt the child." ”

When the young woman heard this, she let go of her hand, and her husband snatched the child and handed it to Wu Zhu.

The young woman was dragged down by her husband amid heart-rending cries.

"It breaks my gut when I hear it!" said to the scholar under the small tree in the distance, hearing the woman's cry.

When the scholar heard this, he also sighed.

Everything is back to the previous scene.

The river is choppy.

On the humble altar by the river, the witch in a feather robe danced and chanted.

Dozens of villagers knelt on the ground, kowtowing and praying.

A young woman was crying as her husband comforted her.

Unlike before, this time there are more scholars and scholars under the trees in the distance.

After a while, Wu Zhu stopped dancing and shouted, "Sacrifice over!"

So, Wu Zhu put the baby boy in a basket with a bunch of ghost drawings on the surface, and placed the basket in the river.

The basket swam swiftly down with the waves.

Suddenly, a thousand feet of white light came out of the river, and the basket containing the baby boy was caught by the white light, floated to the shore, and landed on the bank of the river.

A sound of music that seemed to come from eternity came from all directions:

"Swim with the woman in the nine rivers, rushing to the wind and waves.

Take the waterwheel and ride the lotus cover, and drive the two dragons.

Deng Kunlun looked around, and his heart was soaring.

The sun will be twilight, but the extreme Pu is nostalgic.

Fish scale house Xilong Hall, purple shell que Xizhu Palace.

What is the spirit in the water? Ride the white turtle to chase the salmon,

The Zhu of the river with the woman, the flow of the river will come down.

The son handed over to the east, and sent the beauty to Nanpu.

The waves are surging to welcome, and the fish scales are smiling. ”

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