In fact, among the fishermen in Langya Beach, there was also a proposal before, saying that they would ask Uncle Lin from the neighboring village for help. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Because everyone knew that Uncle Lin killed the evil dragon a few days ago, they were very in awe of Uncle Lin. But because it's a different village, everyone just talks about it, and they are not embarrassed to put it into action.

Now that they got the news that Zhao Hai said, everyone was overjoyed and did not hesitate.

They have all reached a desperate situation, since there is such an opportunity, how can they let it go?

The fishermen of Langya Beach had already made up their minds, so they selected eight people with high reputations, bought a lot of tobacco and alcohol, and came to Uncle Lin overnight.

Of course, Zhao Hai is also one of these eight people.

With Zhao Hai's usual prestige, it was not enough to participate, but this time it was different, he was the first to get the news and the first to contact everyone, so he squeezed into the decision-making level of Langya Beach.

Zhao Hai took everyone in a broken van and hurriedly came to find the ghost chief.

The fishermen of Jianshan Island made it bad and deliberately did not say where Uncle Lin was. Or Wang Gu said to him left and right, saying that Uncle Lin could be here or there......

Zhao Hai took everyone to search for it, and until about ten o'clock in the evening, he still asked his eldest brother Zhang Wanquan to find the beach and Uncle Lin's fishing boat.

Beside the ghost chief, there was an old ghost Song Youfu keeping vigil, and when he saw a group of people coming to him, he hurriedly whispered to the ghost chief.

At this time, the ghost chief was not asleep, so he naturally knew, but he continued to lie in the cabin, silent.

"May I ask, does Uncle Lin live on this boat?" Zhao Hai and the others stood by the sea and asked cautiously.

shouted three times in a row, but Uncle Lin didn't answer.

Zhao Hai was anxious, walked to the stern of the boat on the gangplank, and asked loudly towards the cabin, "Does Uncle Lin live here?" We are fishermen from the Langya Beach next door, and we have something difficult today, so we came to ask Uncle Lin for advice. Ask Uncle Lin to be gracious and see us. ”

"Oh? The people of Wolf's Tooth Beach? Only then did the ghost Taoist chief agree, walked out of the cabin in his clothes, came to the stern, his eyes swept over everyone's faces, and said: "The old man is Lin Baiyun, I don't know what the villagers are looking for me?" ”

Zhao Hai and the others were overjoyed, and nodded and smiled together: "Uncle Lin, it's really a sin to disturb your old sleep!" But we really have no choice but to come to you old man. Please also show us the mercy of your boss and show us a way out. ”

As he spoke, everyone sent the gifts they had brought to the boat one after another, and piled up a small hill on the board.

"Folks, I have something to say. My old man doesn't have much ability, but as long as he can help, he will do his best. The ghost Taoist smiled and said, "But it is useless, and the matter is not done, I can't accept your things." Let's talk about what's going on. ”

With that, the ghost chief turned on the lights and beckoned everyone to board the boat.

The fishing boat is not big, but it has no problem accommodating about a dozen people.

Everyone poured into the cabin, which could not accommodate so many people, and stood two more in the bow and stern.

Zhao Hai hurriedly saluted the cigarette, and personally lit the fire to the ghost road chief.

The Ghost Daoist took a puff of his cigarette and asked, "What the hell is going on?" If you don't treat me as an outsider, just tell the truth, you can't hide it. ”

The fishermen of Langya Beach glanced at each other and asked an old man as old as a ghost path to speak.

Old guy to old guy, easy to communicate.

The old man sighed first, and then said, "Uncle Lin......"

"Don't don't, my brother is old, you can't call me the same as the children, don't break my life, just call me Lao Lin." The Ghost Dao Leader hurriedly said.

"Thank you, Brother Lin......" The old man smiled gratefully, thinking to himself, this old Mr. Lin is a good person. I only blame the people in my own village, I came late.

In fact, the ghost master is out of Maoshan Mountain, and he is a decent family, so his heart is naturally no problem. Although his behavior is wild and unconvinced, he has always had compassion for the poor. The fishermen of Langya Beach, like the fishermen of Jianshan Island, are all poor people in the eyes of the ghost chief, and they can help, and they will never stand idly by.

The old man looked at the ghost Taoist and told the whole story word by word.

Basically, it's pretty much the same as the tavern owner said, and there may be differences in the details, but it doesn't hinder understanding.

The Ghost Dao Chief nodded and asked, "Dragon Lord has appeared, is this the first time?" ”

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Fifty years ago, when I was twenty years old, the dragon lord of our village also appeared. It was also a worship service, and it was so violent that seven people died in the village at once, and all of them drowned in the sea. Originally, there was no Dragon King Temple in our village, but after that incident, the Dragon King Temple was built......"

"That time, the Dragon Lord also asked for a sacrifice, and the drifting bottle also told you?" The Oni Dao Chief asked.

"No......" The old man shook his head, his face was even more ugly, and with fear, he said: "That time, the Dragon King came to the door to manifest his spirit, and everyone has been there. and the two daughters in the village, both of whom were ...... Alas! ”

"What's wrong, say!" The Onido Chief's eyes widened and he clenched his fists.

"All are plagued!" The old man gritted his teeth and said, "The two daughters in the village have been plagued for several years, and finally ...... Crazy and also drowned in the sea. ”

The ghost path chief's face turned pale, his fists clenched, and he asked again, "And then?" ”

And then ...... There was a young Maoshan Taoist here, what did it seem to be called...... What kind of Taoist chief, demolished the Dragon King Temple in the middle of the night. made such a big move, the sky fell apart. Since then, there has been no manifestation of the Dragon King. The old man frowned and recalled: "Later, everyone felt that there was no temple in the village, and they were worried that the Dragon King would be angry, so they rebuilt the Dragon King Temple, which is the current temple. ”

Confused! If the temple had not been rebuilt, there would have been no legacy today.

The ghost Taoist sighed in his heart, and was thinking again, who was the Maoshan Dao man back then? Could it be his own desperate little uncle?

"After the temple was rebuilt, it was not until now that the dragon lord appeared this time?" The Ghost Daoist asked again.

"Yes, it's been very peaceful, and we worship the gods twice a year, step by step." The old man said.

The ghost Taoist thought for a while, and then asked, "Did the Maoshan Daoist who demolished the temple tell you anything back then?" ”

The old man shook his head and said, "No, the people of Maoshan Dao come and go quickly." He stayed in the village for a day, and the temple was demolished that night. That night, thunder and wind were blowing around the temple, and we didn't dare to go out. There were bold ones in the village, who came out to peek and saw that Maoshan Taoist with a sword in his hand, crazy in the lightning......

Early the next morning, we went to the temple to check and found that the temple had collapsed, the statue of the god had been smashed, there were blood stains on the ground, and the Maoshan Taoist was gone. ”

(To be continued.) )