Liang Chen still remembered that after the second diagnosis, he told Xue Ji a lot of stories, but he recalled many times that he only remembered that on the bank of the Shahe River, he said to Xue Ji: "You have caused Liang Chen this big disaster." ”

There has been no rain in Daocun for three months, and the Zhenshui Shiniu under the Shahe River has once again revealed his true face after a few hundred years, and the next day the old man of Daocun and the old Taoist on Gujing Mountain met again at the altar under Gujing Mountain.

The altar was built in the Western Zhou Dynasty, when Daocun was still living in the embrace of Gujing Mountain, Gujing Mountain, Gujing West Mountain, Gujing East Mountain three mountains are like three iron cables, tightly locking the Daocun people's yearning for the outside world. So far, the stone wall of the eagle's beak cliff of Gujing Mountain is still engraved with the relics left by the people of Daocun when they first explored the road out of the village in ancient times - "then climb to the top of the west mountain, the sand river is buried in the mountains, and the mountains are heavy and endless."

The ancestors of Daocun had persisted in wanting to get out of Daocun, the second time they chose the Shahe, hundreds of years of big pines and cypresses were transported from Gujing Mountain, a month later, four large rafts with a length of 15 meters and a width of 6 meters carried 40 warriors to set off, and a raging fire was lit on the altar of Daocun, praying for them to see them off. On Gujing Mountain, the beacon tower temporarily built on the eagle's beak cliff emitted billowing wolf smoke, which is the lead between the warriors and their hometown, holding their hearts at one end, and the hope of Daocun at the other, meeting at the sky and with the clouds. Half a year after the departure of the forty warriors, wolf smoke still burns on the eagle's beak cliff all day long, but there is no trace of the warriors' return. After an inexplicable heavy rainstorm in winter, several cypress trees tied with ropes lay quietly on the beach of the Shahe River, and among the chaotic trees, an iron plaque engraved with the totem of Inamura burned all the Inamura people's desire for the outside world to ashes. Inamura is boiling, and almost all the people of Inamura believe that this is the punishment of the ancient gods to Inamura. The next day, the village chief and the high priest gathered all the villagers of Rice Village at the altar, and the people knelt at the altar for a day and a night, and the high priest chanted a secret mantra asking for forgiveness from above. In the end, the villagers jointly established a new village rule in front of the altar, "All villagers of Daocun are not allowed to step half a step out of Daocun, and those who violate the altar will be burned at the stake."

After the courage of Daocun to explore the outside, the days seem to be better, relying on the gentle Sand River, the fertile land next to the Sand River, a handful of seeds sown at will, in a few months can have a fruitful harvest, the villagers of Daocun are not inferior to the hard-working people on the land of the Central Plains, every autumn is a grand event for Daocun, this place is the peach blossom source of Tao Yuanming's pen. Rice Village is also extremely depressing, it is like a small world, people have been living a monotonous life for hundreds of years, and only a little change continues to create vitality for this village. The breath of Inamura is still the taste of hundreds of years, and the mountains surrounding it have turned Inamura into a secret room, and there is no fresh air in the secret room, so the air in the room can be exchanged, fused, and created?????? Inamura can be said to be old and old.

In the ancient and old rice village, all the hopes flow on the quiet riverbed of the Shahe River, and the water of the Shahe River nourishes the fertile fields through the ancient canals, which is the support of the rice village. The people of Daocun still don't know where the source of the Sand River is! It's just that the old people of Inamura from generation to generation have passed it on by word of mouth - this is a gift from God to Inamura.

Hundreds of years ago, this gift from heaven was officially engraved in the hearts of the villagers of Daocun, like the village rules imprinted on the altar, which has entered the soul.

The mark stems from a crisis that also experienced a drought hundreds of years ago, when the Sand River quickly dried up within a few months, leaving only a few rotting dead fish and scattered and broken shells. The villagers of Daocun can only live on the ancient wells on Gujing Mountain and a few mountain springs, and no one knows how long such days will last: no one knows what the fate of Daocun will be: no one knows what to do. There is only the most devout thing left - pray! The two wise men of the village, the village chief and the high priest, prayed at the altar all day long, in exchange for their increasingly thin bodies.

I don't know how long it has been, the ancient wells on the ancient wells still ooze out the clear water that continues to live, the mountain spring water flows tirelessly all day long, and the mountains of grain in the granaries of the rice villages are still not less, and the rice villages are just living hard. The first thing I do when I wake up every day is to go to Gujing Mountain early to line up for some water. To put it hard, the adjectives that come out of the minds of the people of Inamura are happy, which is undoubtedly a fresh trick, God let them survive, and created a new experience for them, after giving up the idea of exploring the outside world, Inamura, which has been dull for hundreds of years, has obtained a new "gift" under an "unprecedented" disaster.

It's just a hundred days of running back and forth, and the people of Inamura quickly get tired of it. Under the instructions of the village chief, the carpenter in the village made several large water wheels, and the families in the village took turns to deliver water, and the people of Dao Village were more idle. Without farm work and the novelty of fetching water every day, the people of Daocun who are idle at home can't sit still.

Someone is out of the rice village! This rumor that spread out of nowhere blew into the ears of all Daocun people with lightning speed, and the panic was like a ghost possessing the hearts of all Daocun people, and the villagers no longer greeted each other warmly, but hurriedly bowed their heads, and their eyes did not seem to have any brilliance. The barn where the village chatted was also empty, as if the sword of Damocles was about to fall at any moment.

The village chief and the high priest who were guarding the altar day and night were furious, and Inamura was already at the time of life and death, and someone actually angered the gods at this time. The flame of the altar was rekindled, the high priest pressed his hoarse throat and chanted a mantra for forgiveness from heaven, and the enraged village chief left the altar for the first time after the sand river was cut off, and Inamura needed him, this was the direction of the gods.

On the second day after the rumors spread, the village chief held a meeting in the grain field, which had been abandoned for most of the year, but none of the people of Inamura in later generations knew what the meeting in Inamura said and did, and whether anyone went outside the village? The thousand-year-old history of the village is written on the bamboo slip village chronicle, and this piece alone is inexplicably destroyed.

On the night of the second day after the rally, the strong wind passed through the courtyards of every Daocun villager, and the sound of Xiao Xiao's wind caused people to ring in the ears, and the altar under Gujing Mountain was burned more vigorously by the wind. The high priest, who was still kneeling in front of the altar, caught a glimpse of the black clouds slowly covering the bright moon in the sky, and the faint lightning in the black clouds was like small snakes dancing in the clouds, and the high priest did not hear the slightest thunder. The wind is still blowing, the black clouds are still gathering, and the sun that used to haunt the fourth watch day, and the gong of the fifth watch is sounding today, and there is still no light.

Through the fire in front of the altar, the high priest saw that the black clouds seemed to have gathered into a terrifying black dragon, and the dragon's eyes shone with a trace of lightning, and the slightest thunder could not be heard. The time had passed, and all the villagers of Dao Village hurried to the altar in unison. The wind has not stopped, blowing up dead leaves and loess to fall on the heads of the villagers from time to time, but it is quiet in front of the altar, and only a few cries of crows in the mountains can be heard. I don't know how thick the black clouds are, but the wind has not stopped, and the black clouds are still gathering. At noon, the black cloud covered the entire rice village, and with a click, at the dragon's head, a lightning bolt turned into a bowl of thick electric pythons and attacked Gujing Mountain, and in an instant, everyone in the rice village knelt down in front of the altar at the same time. The electric python was impartial, and it happened to split on the old beacon tower of the eagle's beak cliff, and suddenly, the beacon collapsed, and the wolf dung buried at the bottom of the beacon tower was instantly ignited by thunder and lightning, and the wolf smoke ignited like a surging wave, straight into the sky.

Above the sky, the dense lightning in the black clouds was gathering, and Inamura seemed to be trapped in the legendary thunder cage, one, two, three?????? Countless lightning rushed from the sky, Gujing Mountain, Inamura Valley, West Mountaintop?????? There were flashes of thunder everywhere, and at this time, the villagers of Daocun could glimpse the Daocun at this time in the black clouds by relying on thunder and lightning.

The thunder and lightning have not stopped, a little bit of small raindrops in the black clouds fall on the faces of the villagers of Daocun from time to time, the rain is getting more and more urgent, the raindrops are busy coming down from the sky to play, you squeeze me and squeeze it through the silk, the rain silk and slowly rub into a line in the thunderclouds, the rain line falls from the black clouds, as if the magnetic attraction, the rain line and become a rain curtain, the heavy rain will be poured down without a head.

Heaven seemed to pour the rain accumulated for most of the past six months on the narrow land of Daocun, and it was as if God's deliberate anger poured out from this, and the heavy rain fell on the backs of the villagers of Daocun, making a gesture to shatter the already crooked spine. Repentant Inamura people! No matter how the rain struck, no matter how terrible the thunder and lightning were, he still knelt down before the altar.

The heavy rain did not stop, but as the time became heavier, the sky seemed to open its mouth. The altar was already a piece of mud, and the children of Inamura fell first, their bodies were not enough to withstand such wind and rain, just because they were from Inamura, and Inamura was good or bad, and they had to inherit everything, which was the will of Inamura in their souls when they were still in their mother's womb. In the midst of the heavy rain, the high priest continued to recite the prayer incantation, and after a trance in his brain, he fell into the mud, and the incantation in his mouth echoed faintly in the rain, and he saw the last light left in the sky.

It had been three days since the High Priest had woken up, and when he opened his eyes, the sunlight outside the window had made him uncomfortable, and after three days of wandering in the dark world, the unseen sunlight had made him an enemy. The high priest no longer had any hope for Inamura, and when he opened his eyes, he thought that he had gone to hell, but what he didn't expect was that he was still alive in this world.

The eighteen-year-old boy who fell asleep beside the bed was his only disciple, and the high priest did not wake him up, thinking that he had not rested well. It's just that he stretched his leg inadvertently, and the disciple next to the bed woke up from his sweet dream. Seeing that the high priest woke up, his face was full of smiles, and he asked the high priest this and that.

A quarter of an hour after the high priest woke up, the high priest, who had just finished eating and drinking a bowl of gruel, saw the village chief walking in alone through the gate.

It's been an old friend for decades, and the high priest just glanced at it and knew that the village chief had something hidden in his heart, and that matter must be not small.

"Old friend, Xue Ji has caused Liang Chen's big disaster."

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