Chapter 3 The Temple of the Mountain of the Village
Zhao Jian led the people to rush out of the gate, in addition to a dark coffin, there was a back two hundred meters away, but on a sunny day, he was wearing a huge hat and a rain coat made of hay, and walked towards the east of the village without looking back!
Zhao Jian hurriedly called a few young family members, shovels, hoes, burning sticks, and exaggerated ones holding a long bench, three steps and two steps towards the east end of the village!
The guests and family members at the birthday banquet had never seen such a formation, and they were at a loss for a while, Zhao Lengyue helped the old man Zhao Rong to sit on the chair, Zhao Rong was trembling at this time, no one in Zhao Rong's life dared to challenge his majesty like this!
Although Wu Nian was also a little surprised, he quickly changed, after all, this is the family matter of the Zhao family, he has no need to worry about a person with a foreign surname, he unintentionally swept the people present, many people were at a loss, only a few people were different, the third old man Zhao Fu, sat at the first table near the main room, knocking melon seeds, drinking tea, expressionless, as if anything happened in the world had nothing to do with him!
Zhao Jianbang, who was sitting at the same table with Wu Nian, had a fine light in his two little eyes, and the corners of his mouth were raised, as if there was a joke in front of him, like a smile and more like a bitter smile!
Not far away, there was a young man, sitting in the position accompanied by the Zhao family, around 20 years old, dressed in black sportswear, a pair of white travel shoes, looking full of energy, with a particularly serious expression, patrolling every move of everyone in the courtyard like a great enemy!
Besides, Zhao Jian and his party were sweating profusely and chasing all the way, but the hats were walking unhurriedly, but Zhao Jian and his party felt that they were 200 meters away no matter how they chased them, until they chased out of the village, Zhao Jian watched the hats get into the mountain temple and never came out again!
Zhao Jianma asked the two family members to go back and ask the old man, because no one was allowed to enter the mountain temple except for the four old men, and Zhao Jian could only linger at the gate of the temple, waiting for the old man's approval!
In a quarter of an hour, the family passed the word and asked Zhao Jian to lead the people back, because this matter would not offend the mountain god, and Zhao Jian's party was completely relieved, for the villagers of Miaotou Village, the mountain god has always been an untouchable guardian god, and the fear of the mountain god is even equivalent to death, although they have never seen the mountain god or the god of death!
At this time, in the courtyard of the Zhao family, Zhao Rong sat on the chair tremblingly, the second old man Zhao Hua organized the order, everything went normally, while celebrating his birthday with wine and words, and on the other hand, let Zhao Jian lead the people to carry the black sarcophagus away and bury it!
Although the sudden episode delayed for a while, it did not affect the progress of the birthday banquet, but just when everyone was drinking, Zhao Rong, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly stood up and ran forward three steps, only to see him sweating profusely, his face was blue, his eyes were red, and a small amount of blood oozed out of his eyes, nostrils, and ears, Zhao Rong shouted: Zhao ......
Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of black blood rushed out of his mouth, and Zhao Rong bled and died on the spot!
The sudden change stunned everyone, and after the picture was frozen for three seconds, the scene suddenly became chaotic, and the voices of the Zhao family burst into tears, shouting the old man in their mouths, and rushed to Zhao Rong in unison, Wu Nian was also blinded, and after living for eighteen years, it was the first time to witness the death of the people around him!