The fragrance of rice flowers in August in the south of the mountain, the high place of Quling is extremely far away, a piece of gold field is endless, and it is approaching the harvest month.

The golden autumn is cool, and the wind with the fragrance of ripe grain blows in the face, smashing on the mountain wall of Quling, and the aftermath is surging up and down, as if urging people to hurry: Hurry up and pick!

According to experience, there will be a cold snap in about half a month, and the power is amazing enough to bring down the delicate straw branches. This means that the people who live on this land will lose at least half of their harvest, and the results can be imagined.

There was no one in the rice fields, not a single one.

There is a small incense shrine on the top of the mountain, like a temple and like an ancestral hall used by the clan, simple but also has the smell of fireworks released. Inside the shrine there are dozens of spiritual tablets, each with a name that is important to some people, and under the eaves of the outer room is a group of people kneeling in black pressure, with a pious expression, praying on the ground. Judging from their clothing and appearance, these people are all nearby farmers, and their simple faces are almost touching the ground, for fear of revealing or being perceived as disrespectful.

At this time, the farmer should have sweated and reaped his own share of hope and life, but these people were all hungry, with fear and even a little despair in anticipation.

If something goes wrong, it must be a demon, and there is only one reason for this: there is a demon here.

"The old man is in the palace, and today he leads the elders of the Baili Mountain Township in the south to sincerely pray for the blessings of the ancestors. ”

The old man at the head was white-haired, and after three bows and three bows, he turned around with difficulty and commanded, "Lift it up." ”

A row of middle-aged men moved when they heard the sound, and struggled to tie up a few heads and struggled to carry the cows, pigs, and sheep to the tribute case, and three shirtless butchers stepped forward with sharp blades in their hands. Eyes fell on their respective targets, just waiting for an order.

Livestock also have spirituality. The cattle and sheep that were being sacrificed realized what was going to happen next and stopped struggling in vain. He only called his master in a mournful voice, and everyone who heard it was moved. The cow with straight and powerful horns turned her head with all her might, and looked at the crowd in a certain direction with a puzzled gaze, as if asking: "I can still work, I can still give birth, and besides, the rice has not been harvested yet, and Weishenme will kill me now." ”

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, and the white-haired old man coughed twice, trying to make his hoarse voice no longer hoarse. Then he took out the haode prayer that had already been written in his bosom and began to recite it. In the audience, a seven or eight-year-old boy understood at this time, his dark little face was full of anxious expressions, and he grabbed his mother's hand and asked, "Mother, weishenme wants to kill the big cow?"

His mother carefully comforted him and replied, "Worship your ancestors." ”

The boy was still puzzled and continued to ask, "What do you do to worship ancestors?"

The mother said, "Ask your ancestors to appear and surrender to the goblins." ”

The boy asked, "There is only one cow in the village." If you kill it again, how will you cultivate the land?"

The mother sighed deeply, and her haggard face was full of helplessness, and replied, "The goblins do not submit. It has eaten up all the things that people have grown, and the cultivated land is useless. ”

The boy said, "We can't fight goblins?"

The mother said bitterly: "We can't fight, we have to invite the ancestors." ”

The boy fell silent. After a long time, he spoke: "There are also ancestors in the village, weishenme has to come here?"

"The offerings here are for virtuous ancestors. It's not the same as those in the village. ”

The boy seemed to understand a little and asked, "The ancestors here are immortals?"

"yes. The ancestors here are immortals, and only they can subdue demons. ”

The boy was unwilling, and said, "Since the ancestor is an immortal, shouldn't he help us subdue the demons?"

The mother didn't know how to answer her son's words, so she had to take him upstairs in her arms and comfort him indiscriminately.

Unable to get an answer, the boy didn't ask any further, looked at the cow that was said to be about the same size as himself, looked at its eyes that seemed to be disappointed and gradually despaired, looked at the two big eyes and shed a line of tears, and said softly: "Mother, I don't want the big cow to die." ”

The mother hugged him tighter and said, "My mother doesn't want to, and my mother doesn't want to."

The boy fell silent again, and listened intently, as if trying to remember what the old man was reading.

"Every year is hard every year, the demon is not eliminated, and the song is endless; today, there are clansmen here in the hundred miles of villagers, and I implore you to be listed as the ancestor to show mercy to the sincerity of the descendants of the unscrupulous descendants, and show the saint and subdue the demon!"

Drinking a syllable of zuihou, Gongshangshu looked a little tired, pursed his lips and swallowed two dry swallows to calm his breath, and said in a dumb voice: "Sacrifice three animals, huh?"

The voice paused slightly, the footsteps of the three men holding knives forward paused, the expressions of more than 100 farmers everywhere paused, and even the tears that kept overflowing from the green cow paused, as if time froze, space froze, and everything was terminated.

The space did not freeze, the wind above his head was still blowing, and the sand on the ground was still rising, and the momentum was even more violent than before. At some point, several figures appeared above the small ancestral hall, scanning the surroundings in a way that everyone couldn't understand, as if they could see through the Nine Shadows Underground.

An old man in a blue robe had a thin face, looked around and said casually: "It's a nest of ghost dragons, this kind of low-spirited thing is actually about to produce a demon pill, it's a bit interesting." ”

A woman in a colorful skirt next to her, glamorous and charming like a flower, said with a chuckle: "Because of the soil, this place is rich in soil, and the fruits and rice that bear fruit have condensed a lot of essence, and it is nothing to raise a nest in hundreds of miles." ”

Seeing another Taoist in Tsing Yi, he frowned coldly, and said in a cold voice: "The time has exceeded expectations for nine years, and I am still wandering around doing these boring things, I don't know what Mr. thinks." ”

The eyes of the three fell on the man in the middle, that is, the gentleman in the mouth of the Taoist priest, but they did not get any reply except a faint smile.

"Isn't it just a nest of earthworms? ”

The young gentleman has a white robe and a white face, and his complexion is as crystal clear as a bright jade, and if you look at the outline alone, you may be a little more beautiful than the woman in colorful clothes. There are two faint red marks on his face, and his eyebrows and cheeks are slashed and slashed, as if two hook knives are carved, which does not damage its beauty or provoke pity, but adds a little more ruthlessness and stubbornness. There is a little bead in the center of his eyebrows, which at first glance looks a bit like a woman's rouge, and when he looks closely, he finds that it is a natural red line. Such as birthmarks.

"It's better to wander than to wait, don't you think? Time flies faster like this?"

Dealing with it casually, the gentleman said calmly: "Do every good deed." I feel a lot more relaxed, how many of you think?"

This should be regarded as boasting, but he said it so casually, so naturally and justifiably, that it was not very disgusting to hear, but he would be willing to believe it for no reason. It was a strange feeling, as if everything he said was right, even if it was said that thunder was God's fart, he couldn't just doubt it.

The woman in colorful clothes looked at each other. Undisguised her inner admiration and admiration, she chuckled softly and said, "Originally, I didn't think that Mr. Jing said this, and the concubine felt that it was very reasonable." If you wait, you can only be impetuous, so it is better to walk around. ”

The blue-robed old man shook his head with a wry smile, and the words he said had nothing to do with the things in front of him, and said with emotion: "Mr. Chrysostom's iron law, it seems that he has understood the meaning of the integration of heaven and man, admire." Admire. ”

The gentleman smiled, without the slightest humility, and said, "Take a walk and see more, you can too." ”

Chrysostom's Iron Law. It is actually a golden rule, taken from the mortal world and used in Taoism, indicating that opening is the law. Words are the Tao, containing the power of heaven and earth. Or reason. If you go to the next level, it is the words and words that the monks often talk about. What is said is what, no one can question it. The old man and the other three are all overhauled, and they can already understand the artistic conception when Mr. speaks, and they can't help but be shocked.

The old man smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Chrysostom, if there is really that day in the future, the old man will definitely be rewarded." It's better to ask for good luck and leave the matter in front of me to deal with it. ”

After that, the old man flew like a star in a blink of an eye, and in an instant he was thousands of meters away, his palm was casually pressed and mentioned, and he only saw the earth turning in his eyes, and the soft body as thick as a bucket was pulled out from the ground at an unknown depth, without the power to struggle.

The old man did not kill them, but put them into a bag one by one, and said loudly: "I forgot to mention to Mr. that these earth dragons are just beginning to form a climate, and it is very suitable for making wine; ”

The woman in colorful clothes took a few steps closer to Mr. and said, "Lan Lao likes things in the cup, and what he tells is also the truth, if it weren't for this, I'm afraid I wouldn't be too lazy to do it." ”

The gentleman was naturally Thirteen Lang, and when he heard this, he chuckled and said, "It's all good." I heard that fairy wine is also a must, why don't you take it?"

The woman raised her eyebrows lightly and said softly: "The concubine's body uses tender flowers and cold dew to make wine, which can be compared to such a dirty thing." If Mr. has this Yaxing, the concubine should prepare carefully and serve well. ”

The Taoist next to him snorted coldly, he didn't bother to say or want to look at it, so he simply turned his head. Thirteen Lang was calm, and the woman did not forget to answer the old man, but his eyes were already on Xiangxia, and no one refused to fall.

The movement outside was so loud that the farmers below had already been shocked into a flock of stupid geese, looking at a few people in a daze, and they didn't dare to take a breath. The palace book is stronger than them, and he is trying his best to recall the appearance of the ancestors who are offered here, trying to match the number of people in front of him.

As a result, he naturally gained nothing, but the book in the middle palace mustered up the courage to speak, but suddenly the young gentleman's eyes came over, and he was shocked, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

"You have a Dao foundation, why don't you practice?"

Shisanlang asked him casually, and his tone was like a neighborhood chat, and the parents were not in the slightest way. Gongshangshu was a little stunned, thinking that the immortal was talking to me, was it really me talking?

"Don't be stunned, the tribute is withdrawn, and don't do it like this in the future. ”

Thirteen Lang waved his hand lightly, and the ropes on the three-headed tributes collapsed, and when they regained their freedom, they were not in a daze like humans, running all the way and fleeing in the wilderness.

There is no escape, cattle, pigs and sheep have their own owners, and they are overjoyed when they hear the immortal pardon, and they hurriedly give gifts and chase their own one. Among them, the boy was the fastest, and the green cow was also the most honest, and soon joined his little master, and even "hugged" into a ball.

Gongshangshu came to his senses at this time, didn't care about replying, and hurriedly bowed down and shouted: "Old decay Gongshangshu, knock on all the immortals, thank you for the immortals! What are you still doing, don't bow quickly!"

Kneeling in a ball below, kowtowing into a mess, just like that, the old man in the blue robe had already turned around in a big circle, and said with a chuckle: "More than a hundred, there are really a lot of them." ”

The effort of a hand is really a work of a hand. The scourge related to the lives of the residents of Baili is gone, and then there is the earth dragon to embark on the path of cultivation, I don't know what year and month it will be.

If the matter is settled, staying is to disturb the people rather than do good, Thirteen Lang thought about it, pointed to the palace book at random, and said, "Remember clearly." Take everyone back and live a good life. ”

Gong Shangshu was stunned for a moment, and there was an extra breath of air in his mind, and there were some memories, such as condensing qi, meridians, and he was shocked and happy, he realized that he had encountered a great opportunity, and he trembled all over and was about to speak, and the air changed dramatically.

A thick pillar of light appeared out of thin air in the Nine Clouds, and a red light shone on the young man's body, connecting them without thinking about it, and then nine red threads were divided, three connected to the three people around him, and a few flickered northward, thousands of miles in an instant.

"It's coming!"

Several immortals changed color one after another, and before they could exclaim, their bodies were pulled by an invisible force, and they couldn't resist at all and rose into the air, hanging directly outside the clouds.

In the blink of an eye, the vision disappeared and the sky cleared, and everything returned to normal.

"Gone?" In the ancestral hall, a group of villagers looked at each other.

"Nothing is gone, it is ascension. Someone came to his senses and quickly corrected his companion's words.

"Uh-huh, that's an immortal, of course the immortal has to ascend. The crowd muttered to themselves, looking a little incredulous.

"Don't argue!"

Gongshangshu was the only one who knew the situation, and after scolding, he ordered: "The old man stays, everyone must remember to cough cough and live a good life." ”

Dry irrigation is not interesting, make up a short story temporarily, and it turns out to be a lot more words.

The new volume is about to open, and a few monthly passes are encouraged

(To be continued......)