The villagers were not reconciled and continued to dig, and the only sound of shovels digging in the mud was accompanied by the occasional sound of coffins. After a long time, some people couldn't hold their breath anymore, and gathered more than ten people to stand on the side of the coffin and push hard, trying to make the coffin move, they used their strength to feed, but the coffin did not move, indicating that the part buried in the mud was far deeper than people imagined.

Some of the villagers flinched, and the folklore expert shouted: "What hell can you see under the bright sun? Isn't it just a coffin? How deep can it be buried? Don't think nonsense, keep digging!"

After a long time, the part of the coffin that protrudes from the ground is higher than a person, and when the sun shines, it reflects a light green light. When one meter was dug up, the body was fifty centimeters, when two meters were dug out, the body was one meter from the coffin, and now it is almost three meters away, and the body is still suspended in the middle!

The villagers were even more curious and wanted to continue digging, but at this time, Zhao Sicheng and they happened to arrive and hurriedly stopped the villagers.

The folklore expert looked at Zhao Sicheng and the three of them, and asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Zhao Sicheng and the three of them did not answer, and walked to the coffin, Wan Shan was surprised, what kind of crystal coffin is this, this is clearly the pool of the river god, if they continue to dig, it will definitely anger the river god, and all the villagers present will definitely die.

The river god can't do without water, he will reserve a lot of water before the big drought to ensure the survival of fish and shrimp, and the sudden appearance of the river god's pool also proves what the fox fairy said, there will be a big drought here, I am afraid that as the fox fairy said, the Yellow River will be near the red land for thousands of miles.

No matter how Zhao Sicheng persuaded him, the folklore experts didn't believe it and insisted on digging it down, because of this matter, Wanshan almost fought with folklore experts.

Li Mingming is scheming, he has a plan, near the river god pool, there must be a demon fairy, he held a compass in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and slowly walked to the southeast direction of the coffin, five steps away from the coffin, he suddenly stopped, and laughed loudly at the villagers: "You dig it, you can't dig it out in your life." ”

The villagers all stopped and looked at Li Mingming suspiciously. Li Mingming said with a smile: "If you want to dig out the coffin, you have to kill Chang Xian first, come here to dig, I guarantee that you can dig out the immortals!"

Chang Xian, also known as Chang Xian, Liu Xian, that is, a snake that cultivates into an immortal. In ancient times, snakes were called long worms, so they got the name of this fairy "Chang Xian." People's worship of the snake fairy comes from ancient times, legend has it that Fuxi and Nuwa are both gods with human heads and snake bodies, the snake is considered to be the incarnation of the dragon, and the mana of Changxian is much greater than that of the fox fairy.

Some of the older villagers, suddenly retreated, there is a local legend, there is a small white snake is extremely rare, if you see the little white snake must kneel and kowtow, and then find a plate covered with red cloth, if the little white snake climbs into the plate, be sure to invite the white snake to the house, three meals of incense offerings, the little white snake enjoys a few days of incense, will leave silently. If you see the little white snake and don't worship it, there will be a catastrophe.

However, there are some young villagers who do not believe in evil and have to dig and dig to see, Li Mingming did not object, drew a circle with a shovel, threw the shovel to the side, and said contemptuously: "Come on, you can dig here!" But I declare in advance that it is best to avoid dragons, if you don't avoid it, you have good fruits to eat!"

Looking around, there were still a lot of villagers, none of the villagers left the scene, several villagers walked in front of Li Mingming with disdain, Li Mingming made a gesture of please, the villagers picked up their arms and dug, after a while, one of them shouted: "There are a bunch of toads!

Zhao Sicheng hurriedly stopped, the toads crowded together in groups, looking for the protection of the immortal, the power of this immortal should not be underestimated, Wan Shan's forehead was sweating, the three of them were not enough, unless Zhang Sheng crawled out of the grave, otherwise no one could settle this immortal.

Zhao Sicheng carefully took the toads out one by one, there were forty or fifty of them, and seeing that the toads were about to be taken out, there was still no trace of Chang Xian.

At the same time, someone shouted in a panic: "Snake!

Hearing the sound, I saw that in the soil under the shovel, a white snake was soaring into the wind, its eyes were like lightning, its breath was like a cloud and mist, its scale armor was like a thousand pieces of jade, and it kept spitting out blood and red tongue. Zhao Sicheng, Wan Shan and Li Mingming knelt down in unison and bowed to the little white snake twenty-four.

Twenty-four bows are also called big bows, which is the most traditional but also the most respectful way of worship, and the twenty-four bows are kowtowed to twenty-four heads, so it is called the twenty-four bows.

Seeing this, the villagers did not dare to make another incident, so they hurriedly knelt down and kept kowtowing. The little snake spat out the letter, walked to the bottom of the coffin, and suddenly got down, and in the blink of an eye, disappeared.

The folklore expert shouted: "Isn't it just a snake? What are you afraid of, don't listen to his nonsense, keep digging." ”

Li Mingming sneered: "If you want to dig, you can continue, if you don't want to dig, pack up your tools and go ashore with me!"

All the villagers hurriedly packed up their tools and followed Li Mingming to the shore, and the folklore experts shouted angrily, but no one paid attention to him.

As soon as they arrived on the shore, several villagers surrounded Zhao Sicheng and them, and eagerly asked what would happen if the dragon did not avoid, Li Mingming scared them: "If the dragon does not avoid, he will not live for three days." ”

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Wan Shan laughed and said: "Senior brother can scare them terribly, a few villagers have weak legs and fainted, some people are crying, and some are going home to prepare for the next life!"

Wang Sheng asked curiously, "What will happen to those dragons?"

"Don't worry, Master, at most you will be seriously ill, and you won't be able to die. ”

Leng Ai asked Xiang Wanshan: "What will happen if the River God Pool is dug up?"

"The river god stores water, is to keep the fish and shrimp in the water or something, but also to keep one side safe, not to the drought for many years, if the river god pool is destroyed, I am afraid that this place will become a desert. ”

Leng Ai asked, "What about the folklore expert?"

Wan Shan showed a demented expression, scratched his hair and said, "I don't know, I forgot about him later." What's wrong?"

Leng Ai blinked her eyes and said with a little doubt: "Isn't it strange that there is a crystal coffin in the Yellow River, and he doesn't report it to the government, but he brings someone to dig the coffin privately?"

Wang Sheng frowned: "You mean that he knows what the consequences of digging up the coffin will be, so he is desperate to dig it down?"

Leng Ai nodded lightly: "It's very possible." ”

Wang Sheng gasped and hurriedly asked Xiang Wanshan, "How much do you know about the Drought Fish?"

"A lot, droughts are drought-causing monsters, and they're usually dead. The corpses of the dead who have become marls do not decompose, grass does not grow on the graves, and water seeps from the graves, and the droughts will carry water to their homes at night. It will only rain when the drought is burned. In Shandong, whenever there is a drought, the custom of beating newly buried corpses as drought is very common. In the area of the Yellow River, the custom of burning drought-dried fish continued until the 60s, when the Cultural Revolution ended. ”

Wang Sheng asked again, "Then how much do you know about the female slur?"

Wan Shan looked at Wang Sheng with a confused expression: "Master, the angry disciple is stupid, what is a female corpse?"

Wang Sheng simply told Wan Shan the story of the female lu, and after Wan Shan heard it, the expression on his face became even more confused, if according to the analysis of the legend, the female lu should be a god, how could it harm the world?

Before I knew it, the sky was glowing red, and some villagers woke up from their dreams and stood on the riverbank and shouted, "Who's there?"

Wan Shan shouted, "It's me." ”

Leng Ai said softly: "Wanshan, you go and call Zhao Sicheng and Li Mingming, we have to leave here as soon as possible." ”

Wan Shan was puzzled and asked, "Why?"

"Do you still need to ask, if that folklore expert reports you to the local police, will you still be able to leave alive?"

Wan Shan suddenly realized and hurriedly ran to the shore. Wang Sheng looked at his watch, it was not five o'clock in the morning, if the folklore experts reported Zhao Sicheng to them, the public security should have arrived a long time ago, could it be that he misunderstood the folklore experts?

According to the diagnosis of medical experts in Hong Kong, Zhao Sicheng suffers from a mental illness, his brain is often strongly stimulated, and the current level of medicine cannot cure this mental illness, maybe Zhao Sicheng will be like this for the rest of his life.

After packing up their things, Wang Sheng and the others were about to leave with Zhao Sicheng and them, but the villagers suddenly surrounded them and begged Zhao Sicheng and them not to leave.

In the morning, dozens of villagers had a sudden high fever and were in a state of extreme panic, claiming that the river god was angry and wanted to take their lives.

The villagers knelt in a circle, kept kowtowing, Wang Sheng was really helpless in his heart, these people couldn't beat and beat, and the scolding didn't have any effect, looking at their appearance, he couldn't bear to leave.

Li Mingming said softly: "Master, why don't we settle the matter first and then leave." ”

Cheng Hao said: "I'm afraid I won't be in a hurry at that time." ”

Zhao Sicheng said: "If we leave like this, Master will definitely be angry when he knows it, let's try to ...... as soon as possible."

There are only a few common items to deal with demons, peach wood, boy urine and black dog blood, Zhao Sicheng wrote a spell on the yellow paper, and then cut it into the shape of a dog, and made the villagers find more than ten five or six-year-old boys to pee on the yellow paper cut into the shape of a puppy, the color of the yellow paper slowly turned black, and after a few minutes, the puppy's paper cut came to life.

Zhao Sicheng said to the villagers: "At noon today, you stick it on the wall of the yard, two on each door, and on the water tank, remember, it must be completed at noon, if the sun is not seen at noon, you must not post it!"

The villagers rushed like crazy, and the scene was chaotic for a while, and even Zhao Sicheng was squeezed out of the crowd.

Wan Shan pulled his neck and shouted: "Don't rob, it's definitely enough!"

The villagers didn't listen to what he was saying at all, and the scene was a mess, Cheng Hao scolded and took out his gun and pulled the trigger at the sky.

The villagers were quiet for a moment, and Zhao Sicheng cleared his throat: "You have to remember that there must also be stickers on the water tank." ”

Leng Ai said softly: "Now we can't leave." ”

After about ten minutes, four jeeps drove up to the river, and more than a dozen policemen got out of the cars, who were standing in front of the house and did not take out their pistols.

Cheng Hao snorted coldly, shook his head and walked in front of the police: "If you want to fight, I'll come." ”

An old man in his fifties walked up slowly, looked his bald head up and down: "If I'm not mistaken, you are Cheng Hao." ”

Zhao Sicheng said softly: "He is Feng Luping." ”

Feng Luping put his hands on his waist, looked arrogant, and said: "I heard that something happened here, but I didn't expect you to be one step ahead of me, it seems that you have solved the matter, isn't it time to go with me?"

Cheng Hao snorted coldly and took out the pistol on his waist: "If you don't come to us, we will also go to you." ”

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, Feng Luping was shot in the forehead, knelt in front of Cheng Hao, and fell to the ground.