"Which eye sees it? If it weren't for Gui Lai's sharp eyes to carry you out of the fire, you would have been roasted ginseng by now! After glaring at Xiao Ren resentfully, he continued: "I also wonder, it's obviously you who caused the trouble. Why did Yan Aihou kick us both out? ”

"Because without you, this fire can't be lit." Wu Mian, who hadn't spoken much, finally couldn't help but roll his eyelids at this time, and then continued: "You are also a few hundred years old, and you still hide your eyes when you drink with children. Forget about mixing water in your wine, and later directly threw Ren San into the wine vat and let him drink it up before coming out. What do you think? Drink it up, and the fire is lit......"

"Is there one? I did this, old man? After looking at Wu Mian with an innocent face, after scratching his bare scalp, he continued: "You see that your memory is not good when you are old, why can't you remember what happened last night at all?" My two apprentices too, Yan Ai waited for us to drive us down the mountain, they just stood aside and watched. How can it be said that the fire is burning in their cave, and they have the landlord's mouth to persuade them to say that maybe Yan Wai will not be able to wipe off his face, and this matter will pass. These two little bunnies ......"

"If your family's ancestral tablet is also lit with a fire, will you intercede for the arson?" Wu Mian's face also showed a hint of helplessness, and after glaring at the old guy fiercely, he continued: "Even the people on the tablet are your juniors and yourself, but they are also the closest relatives of your two apprentices. But my brother was right about the two of them, and took them in for you. You and Yan mourned...... The blind know who to pick, right? ”

When he spoke, Wu Mian's heart was very entangled. Originally, Yan Aihou had planned to explain the treasure hidden in the dungeon to him, but an unexpected episode suddenly appeared, and his senior brother changed his face at that moment. Not only did he say what was hidden in the dungeon, but he also drove the three of them down the mountain if he said anything. This matter has nothing to do with Wu Mian inside and out, just because of Yan Ai's words - you come together, let's go together.

Seeing Wu Mian suppressing the evil fire, he didn't dare to provoke him again if he didn't return. At the moment, he had to find a way to divert the topic, he licked his face and smiled at Wu Mian, and said, "Anyway, I have to come down sooner or later, so it's better to go down the mountain early." There's also a map to go behind and where are we going after that? ”

Wu Mian finally glanced back at the location of the top of the mountain, turned around, and spit out two words in the innermost part - "Wujiang"

More than two months later, by the Wujiang River. A group of villagers, led by a few people dressed in alchemist costumes, built a high platform out of stone and wood. The high platform is more than three zhang, covered with red cloth, and in addition to an incense burner, there are also three animals, fresh fruits and other tributes. When everything was cleaned up, the few people who looked like monks made the villagers kneel behind the high platform. A leading alchemist ascended the high platform, closed his eyes and began to urge some kind of spell with words in his mouth.

Just as he was casting spells, he suddenly heard the sound of someone nibbling on food. After this person was stunned for a moment, he immediately reacted that he had come to see the results of his own technique. The Lord who is going to be invited today has already appeared......

"Everyone is chanting the mantra sincerely! He's old man...... Whose child is this...... How did you get up to ......, are there any adults? Watch your child, don't let him eat tribute! ”

The villagers kneeling under the high platform stood up and looked at it when they heard that the words were wrong. I saw that on the high platform, in addition to Grandpa Fangshi, there was also a white and chubby child standing on the offering table, holding the fruit in one hand and holding the fat chicken in his arms with the other hand. A mouthful of fruit and a mouthful of fat chicken are eating happily......

Fang Shi on the high platform wanted to carry him off the offering table, but he didn't expect that as soon as he reached out and touched the little doll, Fang Shi screamed, and then his arm hung down weakly, as if he had been interrupted by some blunt object in an instant. Without the blockade of the priest, the little doll was even more fearless to eat and drink. It didn't take long for most of the tributes on the table to enter his stomach, and when he had almost eaten, the little guy found that there was still a jar of tribute wine in the corner of the table.

At that moment, this little doll was not polite, and directly plunged his little head into the wine jar and drank wine. At this time, several other monks under the high platform, along with all the villagers, stopped doing it. They screamed and prepared to rush up and pull the little doll off.

At this time, two people, an old man and a young man, came from under the high platform. The old one grinned at everyone, and then said, "Isn't it just to eat something from you, as for following the knowledge of children?" Besides, I won't eat you for nothing. In a while, my old man will personally give you the practice and ask for rain. Keep the heavy rain after dark......"

"Who said we came to ask for rain? If you beg for rain, even if you can't ask for it, you can still use this Wujiang water. One of the villagers who took the lead saw that it was not easy to see an old man and a young person on the other side, and after suppressing the villagers at the moment, he continued to shout in the face of no return: "We are summoning spirits, and we have been recruiting for sixteen years." Those Fang Shi masters said that they can summon his old man's soul back today, and they will be stirred up by you, and they don't know what year and month they will be recruited......"

"Spirits in broad daylight?" The old fellow, who was not decently old, looked up at the big sun hanging in the sky, and after laughing, he continued: "It's really a place and a custom, and I have heard of doing yin things in the sun. However, it is the first time I have seen an old man like you who dares to summon spirits without even a little cover. Old man, I'm tired to ask, whose soul are you recruiting? ”

When it came to who to recruit, all the villagers and the few monks had to keep their mouths shut. After the few people who took the lead looked at each other, a middle-aged Fang Shi came over and glanced at the old man and the young man. said: "Stranger, we consider this unlucky thing today. Leave it to mind who you are recruiting, and continue to drive your way. Be careful and stir up public resentment for a while, and then throw your life on the edge of the Wujiang River. ”

"Old immortal, look at what is written on this sign......" Before Gui Gui could speak, the little doll on the high platform suddenly put a wooden sign like a tablet. The wooden card was firmly caught by the young man with long white hair and a mean face. The young man only glanced at it, and then turned his gaze to the villagers and Fang Shi: "I didn't expect you to summon the soul of the Chu Overlord again." ”

Originally, when the children lost the wooden cards, a few alchemists were still worried. The wooden plaques are all inscriptions that can only be understood by Fang Shi, and these hillbillies from other places can't understand this kind of text. After hearing the words of this white-haired young man just now, the cold sweat of several Fang Shi instantly flowed down. Now that the Han Dynasty has arrived, the souls of the Western Chu bandit leaders have not been recalled, and their lives are about to be lost.

After the leader on the high platform came down, several people told the villagers that the spiritualism ceremony had been disturbed. The soul of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu, has disappeared, and the crime is not in them, and the deposit received before will not be returned. No matter how the villagers pleaded, these monks didn't seem to hear it, and after packing up their magic weapons, they hurriedly left here.

Seeing that the conjuring spirits was hopeless, the villagers transferred their anger to the three strangers. Seeing that hundreds of villagers were about to rush up with their arms rolled up their sleeves, the white-haired young man chuckled. Then as soon as he raised his hand, a multicolored dragon with golden light burst out of his palm out of thin air, and the dragon flew into the air in front of the eyes of the villagers, and after roaring, it turned around and flew towards the east, but it disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

After the stunned villagers reacted, they knelt down in front of the white-haired young man. The villagers who took the lead knelt in front of the young man, touched their heads to the ground, and said, "The gods have descended to earth...... The gods came to rescue us, and the elders of Jiangdong are here...... Ask a few great gods to cast spells to summon the soul of the Overlord of Western Chu back......"

I don't know what sad things are said in these few words, and hundreds of villagers whimper. At first, they just cried quietly, but then there were more people crying, and these people also tore their throats and howled loudly.

Looking at this scene, the old man and the young looked at each other, and the old one looked up at the child who was still on the high platform and shouted, "Ren San!" Look at the good things you've done......"