Early in the morning, it was the day of the sacrifice on the slope of the vast soil.

Early in the morning, Tao Yao got up and cleaned up the house. Murong had been sleeping on the ground all the time, and any slight sound could wake him up. You can hear the wind, the rain, and the faint sounds of grass and trees.

Tao Yao's footsteps are naturally no exception. Murong Xing's eyes opened suddenly, but he didn't move.

I saw Tao Yao cleaning up the house in the outhouse. At this time, Aunt Wang also got up to help.

"I don't know if today's sacrifice will be successful! Old Man Li is too pitiful! There is only such a poor grandson as Stone! Aunt Wang sighed as she cleaned up.

"Mother! Rest assured! He's got a lot of talent! Tao Yao comforted Aunt Wang.

Aunt Wang also smiled and reassured herself.

After packing up, Murong also got up and asked, "Should this sacrifice be so solemn?" ”

Aunt Wang smiled bitterly: "No matter how you say it, in the name of sacrifice, this house has to be cleaned up inside and out!" ”

Murong didn't say anything anymore, so he called Tao Yao and asked him to lead the way to Old Man Li's house.

Old Man Li was also worried at home at this time, and the stone was still asleep. When Old Man Li saw Murong and the others coming here, he hurriedly greeted them.

"Eun Gong! Today's events ......" As soon as everyone entered the house, Old Man Li asked Murong Dao impatiently.

"Don't worry! Listen to me for everything, no one can hurt your grandchildren! "Murong is categorical.

At noon, the sun was very strong. The villagers of this vast soil slope all walked together towards the Confucius Temple on the mountainside.

Along the way, the villagers walked slowly, kneeling in three steps, and knocking in nine steps. When you walk, your hands are folded and words are in your mouth. The villagers of the whole village lined up on their own and walked towards the mountainside, like a river of people.

The villagers bustled towards the Confucius Temple, led by a bald middle-aged man who should be the village chief of Guangtupo. This sacrifice must have been his idea!

The village chief walked ahead, and on the left and right were a few villagers with rusty farm tools, and behind him was a large red burden carrying stones.

The stone sat honestly on his burden, and a large red flower was wrapped around his chest. Old Man Li was by his side, wiping tears from time to time.

After walking for about an hour, I finally saw the shadow of the Confucius Temple.

This temple of Confucius is very dilapidated. A corner of the ridge had collapsed, and the windows of the temple door were only covered with a layer of broken window paper. And the temple wall is also mottled, revealing pieces of green bricks, which have obviously not been whitewashed for a long time.

More than half of the outer wall surrounding the temple had collapsed, and only one corner was still standing proudly, like an old man watching everything silently.

At this time, all the villagers gathered outside the gate of the Confucius Temple, neatly aligned.

After that, the four people carrying the sedan chair slowly carried the stone into the temple, placed it on the altar in front of the statue of the master, and withdrew in an orderly manner.

When the village chief and the two villagers entered the temple, they heard someone shouting, "Please incense!" Worship the sky! ”

Everyone burned incense and entered the temple in turn to offer incense, and when it was the turn of Old Man Li, he looked at the stone and his eyes were full of sadness.

The stone smiled at Old Man Li, and Old Man Li wanted to step forward and hug him.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Next! The man next to him shouted.

After the incense was finished in turn, the village chief said to the villagers: "The sacrifice begins!" Ask for a second sign! ”

This lot is the sacrifice of the next sacrifice, and it is also a rule to ask for the next sign on the day of the sacrifice.

In front of the villagers, the village chief held the cylinder in his hand and shook the cylinder with his eyes closed.

"Click! Click! Every time the sound of the skewers shook the hearts of the villagers, everyone was excited and anxious. The process of listening to this slow sound is extremely painful.

After the sound of the sticker, a stick jumped out as the sticker stopped and fell to the ground.

The village chief picked up the skewer on the ground and looked at it, walked up to a yellow-skinned man and handed it to him.

The man immediately stumbled like five thunderbolts, and looked at the sign dumbfounded. He was illiterate, and only knew that the one who saw the sign died.

"Worship the heavens! Knife please! And he heard a shout.

The knife is to sacrifice to the sky, and at this critical juncture, Tao Yao's eager eyes are scattered looking for something. She was looking for where Murong was, and the stone was about to be sacrificed, and Murong disappeared at this time.

Tao Yao muttered to herself, "Where did this bastard go!" ”

The village chief reverently picked up his knife and walked towards the temple.

At this time, Old Man Li couldn't hold back any longer, and hurriedly shouted: "Village chief! Spare my grandchildren's lives! Chief! Old Man Li rushed forward desperately. But he was stopped by the villagers.

"Old man Li! This is a sacrificial ceremony, how can you be fooled around! ”

Old Man Li knelt on the ground with a "plop", begging bitterly.

"Village Chief! I am willing to trade my life for my grandson's life! ”

The village chief came over to look at him and said disdainfully: "Old man! This sacrifice is a providence of the heavens! What's more, your flesh is old and loose, God is not rare! ”

The village chief left him and walked in. Old Man Li still kept kowtowing and wailing.

Tao Yao hurriedly pulled up Old Man Li and comforted: "I believe in Engong!" ”

For a long time, there was no movement in the temple. Old Man Li was so anxious outside that he couldn't stop stomping his feet and muttering.

Suddenly, the temple door suddenly closed. Everyone was shocked.

"Village Chief! Chief! "People outside kept knocking on the door, and no one responded for a long time. Everyone tried to bang on the door, but they couldn't open it. Just eagerly banging on the door and shouting.

The temple door was wide open. Then a figure flew out and landed on the ground outside.

"Village Chief! Chief! The villagers hurriedly gathered around to inquire about the situation.

The village chief hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "The gods spare their lives!" Immortals spare their lives! "The village chief seems to have hysteria, and no matter how much the villagers shout, it seems that he can't hear it.

At this time, a bold villager stepped forward and slapped the village chief twice. Only then did the village chief come to his senses.

What happened in this temple?

Let's say that the village chief carried a knife into the temple gate. The temple is dark and the sun does not shine. Only a faint glow of the remaining candles on the altar.

The village chief looked at the stone, revealing a fierce look on his face. The light of the candle flame shone on his bald head.

"Doll! Afraid or not! The village chief looked at the stone with a smirk.

The stone is bold: "I'm not afraid of your big bald head!" ”

"Oops! You're bold, you doll! Eat it in a moment! The village chief smiled and raised his knife.

Suddenly, there was a sudden wind in the temple. The curtain was rolled, and the temple door was closed.

The village chief panicked, and waved his knife at the stone regardless of the others.

"Stop!" Suddenly, there was a faint sound in the temple.

"What people! Who's here! The village chief couldn't help but be furious, and his heart was even more panicked.

"I am an angel from above! The Emperor of Heaven heard that there were people worshipping in Guangtupo, and he specially ordered me to come and check! As soon as I heard this voice, it was Murong.

But the village chief didn't know, and he was also very superstitious: "Really, it's really an angel coming!" ”

"Who else dares to pretend to be a god?" Murong's majestic voice made the village chief tremble in fright.

"Little guilt! I Guangtupo will worship the emperor every month, and I have never slackened! I hope that the angels will have mercy on our poverty and save us. ”

"Worship every month? Then why don't you see the sacrifices! ”

This question was asked to the village chief, their sacrifice was just to fill their own stomach, how did they know that there would really be angels. I couldn't answer for a long time. This also made him even more convinced that it was really the immortal nether.

"You must have waited for the people to steal the sacrifice!"

The village chief was shocked, and thought to himself: The gods know everything! I couldn't help but sweat profusely, and my legs trembled.

"The Emperor of Heaven was furious when he heard this, and he wanted to send heavenly fire on the Guangtu Slope as punishment!"

As soon as the village chief asked for mercy, he was rushed outside the temple with a fierce force. That's the story.

Suddenly, a voice came from the temple: "What are you still doing there?" Where did the sacrifice go? "The voice was majestic.

"What people! Shout inside! A villager scolded.

The village chief hurriedly grabbed him and said to the villagers, "Kneel down!" Get on your knees! This is a fairy apparition! ”

"Immortal apparitions?" The villagers talked a lot, and quickly followed the village chief to kneel on the ground and kowtow repeatedly.

Tao Yao had already heard that this was Murong's voice, and she couldn't help but snicker but didn't show it.

"Truthfully recruited! Where is the previous sacrifice? ”

The village chief trembled and stammered: "All of them have been eaten by the villagers of Guangtupo!" Angels spare their lives! Angels spare their lives! ”

"What a bunch of wicked people! Sacrifice with a living person! Share the cannibalism! It's really brutal, and people and gods are outraged! ”

The village chief was even more frightened and did not dare to speak, his legs trembled like chaff, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped to the ground.

"You are guilty! You can think of such a vicious way! How is this sacrifice chosen? ”

"Draw lots to choose people to sacrifice! Do not deceive the angels! ”

"You didn't deceive me! But you deceived this villager! ”

As soon as these words came out, all the villagers shouted and immediately boiled.

"You deceived the villagers into not being literate! Let's see what's so weird about that holder! ”

At this time, Aunt Wang came out to check. This was also arranged by Murong. Aunt Wang carefully looked at all the sticks in the holder, and the sticks did not match the population of the village. After a closer inspection, I found that there was no village chief and his family members!

Aunt Wang was also very angry and glared at the village chief fiercely. Aunt Wang explained the reason, and the villagers instantly blew up the pot and were indignant. Shouting, insulting......

The village chief's face was blue and white for a while, so ugly.

At this time, the villagers were shocked when they saw Murong coming out of the temple.

"You, you ......" The village chief was also dumbfounded, unable to speak anymore. Only then did I realize that I was calculated.

"In Xia Jinyiwei, I know Murong Wuji!" Murong Lang said.

"I'll fight with you!" The village chief rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush towards Murong, but he didn't know that the villagers behind him had already hated it. One by one, they rushed up and tore the village chief alive and ate it.

Murong couldn't help but feel unbearable. When everyone dispersed, they saw that the village chief's bones were long gone, and only a pool of blood remained.

At this time, several village names stepped forward to bow down: "Ask the official to save me from the people of Guangtupo!" These hundreds of lives are still expected to be rescued by the official! ”

Murong just wanted to save Shi's life, but he didn't know how to do these hundreds of lives? They will still starve and suffer, and it is impossible to eat people, so what should they do......

After being silent for a long time, Murong said: "Fellow villagers! Why are you hundreds of people obsessed with their livelihoods, they have seized your land, they have robbed you of your food, and why do you hundreds of people not know how to resist? ”

"What does the official mean...... Huangzhuang! ”

Murong nodded and said, "You should take back the land you lost, and you can't let others bully you." Know that this is the only way you have left to live! ”

"The official is right! Instead of waiting to starve to death, let's fight with those birdmen! One of the villagers shouted, followed by dozens of people who followed suit.

Murong thought about it at this time: Isn't this teaching the people to rebel? They lost their original land, and they were forced to desperate by the officials, which was the officials forcing the people to rebel.

They don't know how to resist, and they let the bullying only make those officials worse. Maybe the situation in the future will be even worse.

The villagers revolted in the Confucius Temple, and after returning home, they picked up the farm tools that had long been idle and polished them well, and then went to Cao Xuan's imperial village......

Murong realized something, and he hurriedly rode his horse and galloped straight to the county office.

Exactly: the villagers' uprising, the crisis of Huangzhuang; Murong flew to Dengzhou, and Li Xian talked about the past