All the people gathered in front of the temple knelt with their backs to the temple and bowed down to a large banyan tree in front of them.

This worship revealed the originally blocked line of sight, revealing the table of eight immortals under the banyan tree. The table of the Eight Immortals was covered with tattered red paper, and there were no melons, fruits, chickens and ducks, and no drinks and pastries. There is a large round basin on the table, and in the round basin is a... Something that can only be seen in general shape...

Chi Jing narrowed his eyes, looking at it from afar, it seemed to be...

Her translucent body flew through the crowd to the banyan tree, looking at the boiled child in the pot...

"Oh my God, how can you, how can you..." Chi Jing's nose was sour, and tears quickly overflowed his eyes. She reached out to pick up the child, whose eyes were tightly closed, and who had been steamed to the point of deformation, but her hand still penetrated the child's body.

Her tears fell in large gulls and penetrated the child's body. Oh my God... She couldn't stand it anymore and squatted on the ground, covering her face and crying bitterly, her voice shattered: "You... How can it be... He's still a kid, he's a... Kid..."

"The child's flesh is tender." A man's voice rang out.

"Yes, it is said that this child is still hidden in the stove by his mother, and he is fat and fat, and he is reluctant to be discovered. This is selfish! Wait a minute, the part of the child's leg will be left to the village chief, and the rest will be divided by themselves. The other man should be reconciled, and they themselves will not eat the meat.

"Hahaha, Chengtong, it's really yours, I heard that you found this fat boy?" The first man's voice asked again, and there was an endless obscenity in his voice.

"That is, otherwise how could everyone have such a good mouth today? Okay, whoever has a fat and tender child will be sacrificed..."The second man was a little proud, like a general who had made great achievements.

"You are less here, who doesn't know that the widow you coveted this fat boy has been kissing for a long time..."The two looked at each other and laughed obscenely in their hearts.

"Hey," the second man smiled.

...

Chi Jing stopped crying, very slowly, very slowly. Inch by inch, take your hand away from your face. She looked over to the place where the whispers came from—there were two men in Taoist robes standing next to the Eight Immortals Table, standing at a distance from everyone, with their backs to everyone, and you and I were chatting happily one sentence at a time.

The Taoist priest standing on the left has a large black mole on his face, and there are three hairs growing on it. The one standing on the right has a fleshy face, and his eyes are narrow and thin, and when he laughs, his eyes are only slit. He smiled lewdly and winked at the black mole man on the left and said, "Chengtong, don't fight haha, to be honest, did you succeed?" ”

The man with the black mole, the head of the Cheng channel, also laughed lewdly, and touched his chin as if he was reminiscing: "Of course it is—it's done, haha... It's a real thirst. He squinted his eyes and immersed himself in the memory, as if he had returned to the moment of ecstasy: "That girl was originally resisting death... I threatened her that if she didn't obey me, she would denounce the villagers, saying that her big fat son was still alive and wanted to contribute..."

"Hahaha... Who knew that you not only someone, but also denounced someone... The woman saw her son cooked to the fullest, and she bit her tongue and killed herself... Chengtong, Chengtong, your heart is really bad..."The round-faced and small-eyed Taoist said with a smile.

"Where, where... No matter how bad I am, I can't compare to you... I'm just, not like you. This man-made famine... You've done a lot of work..."Chengtong smiled back with a hypocritical smile. Don't take 50 steps and laugh 100 steps, no one is much better.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it, I'm all here to carry forward our Taoism... The hour is approaching, and the prayers begin. The round-faced and small-eyed Taoist priest snorted and said no more.

...

Factitious. He said the famine was man-made. Chi Jing sat weakly on the ground.

She finally knew why Guanyin Bodhisattva was so sad, and why the eldest lady would rather her child starve to death than have her child grow white and fat.

Natural disasters are terrible, but they are far less than man-made disasters. Raising her head and looking at the two Taoist priests coldly, she wanted to remember the appearance of these two Taoist priests firmly. When she arrived at the Hades Palace, she would like to ask the Lord Hades, who is in charge of life and death, how many layers of hell should she go to such a heinous pseudo-Taoist priest!

Next, Chi Jing watched the entire sacrifice with cold eyes.

The two pseudo-Taoist priests recited the blessing in a dignified manner. Because there are no wizards, it is still the two of them who are temporary, and they dance like clowns for a while. Finally, I will pay homage.

After finishing, the round-faced and small-eyed Taoist priest raised his hand: "This sacrifice, the gods have already rewarded everyone, everyone take it and enjoy it." Village Chief, you go forward first. ”

Enjoy? Chi Jing, who was already disheartened, heard this, jumped up and blocked the table without hesitation: "No! ”

The village chief, like every insensitive face present, had no expression on his face, only the craving for food in his eyes.

She watched the village chief pass through her increasingly transparent body, picked up the knife that had already been sharpened, and cut off a piece of the thigh meat of the child in the plate, first put it in her mouth and took a few bites, and then handed it to a little boy of five or six years old beside him.

It was the little boy who had just fallen at her feet. She watched as the little boy took the piece of thigh meat and smiled sweetly at her father, "Thank you, Dad." And then he took a big bite—

Vomit - Chi Jing couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and vomited violently.

...

"Gross... Vomit..."

There were hands gently patting her back.

She didn't have time to look back, she just wanted to spit out everything she had eaten all at once, in full, and vomit out the disgusting and creepy scene...

"Mr. Jiang... Mr. Jiang? Hey, is this the wrong thing? "It's the voice of Guan Li.

Shut down? Is Guan Li also dead?

Chi Jing slowly stopped her nausea and wiped the foam on her mouth with her sleeve. When he raised his head, he saw Guan Li's worried face, and Xiao Yu, whose eyes were wide and his face was full of confusion, stood next to him. Small fish too?

She looked down at her hands. The hand that was supposed to be slender and fair, because she wanted to disguise herself as the Jiang hexagram master, so she disguised her hand as the old man's hand.

looked at the three pools, as well as the red-scaled python by the pool. The red-scaled python did not turn into a brown-ringed white python, nor did it devour her in one gulp. There are no bodhisattvas, no Taoist priests, and no boiled children...

She returned to the cave in Wolf Mountain, by the three pools. To be exact, she's not going anywhere, she's just...

I had a dream.

The sense of realism slowly returned, and Chi Jing raised his pale face and said, "Thank you Guan Zhuangshi for your care, the old man is fine." ”

Guan Li and Xiaoyu saw that he was fine, so they went to sleep again. Chi Jing lay down and looked at the stone wall on the cave in a daze.

So, is it really just a dream?