Originally, this was not a big deal, and the god did have the means to protect him from the beasts, and only asked for one or two boys a year.

Compared with the requirements of some orthodox gods, this is much more generous, and everyone is happy. But in recent years, the mountain god's requirements have become more and more demanding, and one year even directly asked for ten boys to be tributed.

The population of the village was already a big problem, so after that year, it directly declined. So much so that now there are only about 30 families left, and more than half of the clans have disappeared, such as Qi Lian, Ye Na, and Duoze, all of whom have cut off their heirs.

"What kind of mountain god is this, maybe it's a demon and a monster pretending to be some excuse for cannibalism?" Fang Xiaotang's face changed, and he put forward his insistence.

The old village chief shook his head and retorted: "That one is really a mountain god, not only does he have a Dao God ring on the back of his head, but he also carries a divine inscription "Mountain" engraved on the back of his head. ”

Fang Xiaotang now heard the word "divine ring", and the corners of his mouth hurt so much that he rubbed his teeth, and he really didn't feel cold to these two words.

"It is true that we should worship the gods, but if we continue like this, our village will be completely wiped out." The old village chief said with tears in his eyes, knelt on the ground, and "begged the gods to be merciful."

Fang Xiaotang waved his hand and comforted: "I will find a way." ”

Fang Xiaotang is kind by nature, so he is naturally not used to seeing such evil gods, even if the villagers have no favor for him, they will help him.

What's more, an old man kneeling and pleading with himself like this, he can't help but agree.

"Village chief, no, the mountain god has issued a decree again, let us worship five boys." A person came with a sad face and a yellow talisman in his breath, he hesitated, and at the signal of the old village chief, he still handed it to Fang Xiaotang first.

Fang Xiaotang took it and glanced at it, and there was indeed a faint smell of incense on it. It is not the kind of incense used in the world, but the smell of incense filled with strange power.

"Zichuan, what are you going to do?" In a blink of an eye, the old village chief saw that Zichuan was about to turn around and leave, so he hurriedly dragged him to the house, afraid that he would cause some trouble.

At night, after Fang Xiaotang carefully inquired about the news of the mountain god, he still felt a little weird.

That evil god can't be the god of Kunwu Mountain, the dignified god of Kunwu Mountain is an orthodox god, besides, Kunwu is rich in resources and abundant products, how can he covet a few boys, and spend so much effort to make people sacrifice?

However, this evil god should be another real mountain god, wandering or wandering here, it has nothing to do with Fang Xiaotang.

Since, this mountain god is only a small village to worship. According to the records in ancient books, it is obviously a low-end god, and even extinguished the divine fire.

Even so, he was still a god, not a mortal in the flesh.

Looking at the old village chief's sworn appearance, it means that he will let himself convince the mountain god, and she will go to see it, after all, it is unlikely that the mountain god will kill himself because of a disagreement, right?

After Zichuan returned to the ancestral hall with the old village chief, he shook off the old village chief's hand, looking a little dissatisfied.

"Zichuan, don't be impulsive, you are the last person in our vein who thinks that you have achieved cultivation." The old village chief persuaded helplessly, his face full of bitterness.

The young woman on the side also said: "Yes, Brother Zichuan, let the gods persuade some, it's better than us to come here." ”

"Humph! The gods are not a nest of snakes and rats, and you still count on her? Zichuan turned his head disdainfully, and was very disrespectful to the gods, very arrogant.

The old village chief was so angry that he was short of breath, coughed several times in a row, and said angrily: "Nonsense! Slandering the gods, are you damned? ”

The young woman Qingli hurriedly patted the old village chief on the back, and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Zichuan, don't make grandpa angry, be obedient." ”

"Huh! That's fine! This Mao God, I guessed that he was a devil, and I will go and smash his mountain temple later!! Zichuan couldn't stay any longer, so he stood up and planned to go, but before the people could stop him, the priest came in.

"Who? Who said they were going to smash the mountain temple? The priest walked calmly, expressionless, and of course everyone responded that it was Zi Chuan, who was not afraid, and came to the priest's side, "Yes, I am going to smash the mountain temple, this mountain god is really too hot!" Eating people and sucking bones, and drinking blood, isn't my approach right? Priest? ”

"No, no, I don't care what is wrong, what is right, Zichuan, I want you to remember, mortals can't fight with immortals, the end will only be unimaginable, not to mention that only a few people are eaten now, as long as the mountain god is angry, the mountain collapses and the ground cracks, and the whole village will be reduced to nothing!" The priest responded extremely seriously, but Zichuan didn't listen to the advice at all, could it be that the gods were not at fault at all?

"That's right, you see that the mountain gods are all immortals, we mortals are unarmed, and we can't compete with them at all, so what else can we do, we have to endure it." The young woman shook her head and sighed. The other person was also a little dissatisfied, "Can't you just look at the point?" Are the gods necessarily above us? ”

"Yes! Can immortals harm the people like this, how many calamities do people have to go through, how many years of cultivation can they turn into immortals, and now they can't make a fortune for the livelihood of the people, and they are also worthy of being called immortals! Don't advise, I'm going to smash the mountain temple today! Zichuan broke free from them and turned around to leave, but was grabbed by the young woman Qingli, and the old village chief hurriedly asked everyone to block the gate.

"Zichuan! Don't be impulsive, the old village chief is reasonable, how can we fight the gods, don't be reckless, even if you burn down the mountain temple, it will not help, in the end it is the innocent villagers who have no roots, you don't think for yourself, you have to think about the villagers! The young woman Qingli pulled him and said anxiously.

"Zichuan, don't come nonsense! Tomorrow we will go to worship the mountain god, and the god will definitely make the decision for us and reduce the number of sacrifices. The old village chief put his arm on Zichuan's shoulder and said comfortingly.

Zichuan turned his head and said hatefully: "Bye, bye!" What qualifications does the god of Raushzi Mountain have to enjoy the sacrifices of the living people? ”

"Ignore him, let's prepare for tomorrow's sacrifice, and there will be no shortage." The priest commanded, and the arrangement went down in an orderly manner.

On the second day, under the guidance of the old village chief and others, Fang Xiaotang came to the mountain temple.

The temple is boxy, with only four Roman stone pillars on the side, which makes it look a bit empty.

The stone sculpture in the center, with horizontal eyebrows and angry eyes, yellow clothes and brown crowns, is the mountain god. Left and right are the two gods who accompany them, one with green eyebrows and red hair, and one with wide teeth and violent eyes, which should not belong to the gods, but the likes of mandrills and wild monsters, driven by the mountain gods.

"Rootless Village, please take the mountain god into place!"

At this moment, everyone was respectful, led by the old village chief, to pay homage to the mountain god.