The bottom of the water was silent, and only a few swimming fish could be seen near the riverbank, but they didn't dare to approach the location of the river god village at all.

As the sun sets, the river is as calm as a mirror.

Li Mo closed his eyes in the ancestral hall to recuperate, and the water spiritual qi penetrated into his body from his mouth and nose, most of which was absorbed by the protective layer of multiple dantians, and a small amount was condensed into a lower grade spirit stone in his chest.

He couldn't help but feel helpless, he really had to find the right place for his cultivation.

The haze and fog aura of the River God Village is pitifully small.

Even if Li Mo didn't know the reason for the River God Village, he didn't plan to stay longer, after all, meditation and cultivation were completely useless, so he had to focus on the spiritual root of his internal organs.

Li Mo waited for a long time, and the night gradually deepened.

The moonlight seeped through the windows along the river, enveloping the ancestral hall in turquoise, and a few withered duckweed drifted past him.

As long as Li Mo doesn't stay focused, the illusion will affect his perception, and the River God Village will turn back into that ordinary village.

During his meditation, he did not sit idle.

Bits of dust have drifted with the tide and scattered all over the river.

The haze fog spiritual power is better than the golden oil, even if it is separated from Li Mo's body, it can last in the outside world for an hour without subsidence.

Li Mo opened his eyes and couldn't help muttering to himself, "It's here." ”

"Knock knock, knock ......"

At the same time, the sound of gongs and drums sounded abruptly in the water, and the lanterns emitted a fiery red light.

Immediately afterwards, villagers continued to leave their houses, their faces still wearing heavy makeup, as if they were preparing for the New Year.

The villagers danced and moved closer to the entrance of the village.

"Greeting the river god, greeting the river god!!"

Wang Baoshan wore a twisted big-headed doll hood and shook his body vigorously, and the river around him was turbid.

"Huh?"

Li Mo's expression was subtle, as he noticed that five people were wearing lion dance costumes and quickly left the house to join the celebratory procession.

When the villagers leaned down, they turned into a "waking lion" with their heads and tails wagging, and came to the ancestral hall surrounded by the team.

The appearance of the lion is biased towards the tiger beast, not the usual two-person composition, but five people.

The flaming red wrinkled costumes are dressed as the legs of a dancing lion, and the villagers holding the head of the lion dance are the head of a lion, mimicking the movements of wild beasts.

Li Mo licked his lips.

Unexpectedly, the ghost could still borrow the power of the Mountain Monarch's treacherous beast?

Li Mo showed his painted green clothes, and the ghost tiger poked his head out of the shadow of the ancestral hall, let him ride on his back, and drilled out of the ancestral hall through the window.

The lion dance continues.

Then it's time for Wang Baoshan to say his congratulations.

Wang Baoshan's face was sad, as if he was about to die, he tied the head of the awakening lion with a red rope, and then shouted loudly.

"The righteous brother asked me what Chen was, and the dividing hexagram was Jiayin."

"On the twenty-fifth day of Mengqiu in July, Zichou gave birth to me at two o'clock, and Geng's body was short of seconds."

"The five brothers are here."

"Drink!!"

The five people who played the lion woke responded hoarsely, and their movements couldn't help but become harder, as if they wanted to instill life into it.

Wang Baoshan walked to the door of the ancestral hall with strange steps.

In a trance, he saw the temporary temple fair on the mountain, the reverent eyes of the onlookers, and the reminiscing expressions of the old people.

"My brother came to me and asked, where did the lion come from?"

The villager holding the head of the awakening lion replied in a trembling voice: "The lion is out of the river god village, the nine-fold stone slab and the nine-fold mountain, and it has been famous for eternity. ”

His voice became more and more indistinct, and his hands trembled uncontrollably, obviously a cloth awakening lion head, and countless flesh rhizomes were born at this time.

Fleshy rhizomes pierced into the necks of the villagers, and the head of the awakened lion began to animate, its hollow eyes revealing ferocity, sharp teeth sprouting from its mouth, and a tongue covered with barbs.

Wang Baoshan's voice was sad, and he cried out: "Congratulations to the brothers of the five directions!! ”

The screams were incessant.

The lion awakening was completely activated, turning into a mountain monarch with blue eyes and red lines, with a unique posture, and extremely strange actions under the water.

It wanted to break free from the shackles of the red rope, but Wang Baoshan was unmoved.

As soon as Wang Baoshan pulled the red rope, the lion curled up in pain, and after a few times, he didn't dare to grin again.

"The time has come, the time has come......"

Wang Baoshan led the lion in despair, and finally tied it to the dead tree outside the ancestral hall, as if he was aging in his teens in an instant.

The beating of gongs and drums by the villagers did not stop, but they were seeing off their companions.

The awakening lion opened its mouth and spat out bubbles, swept the villagers with a resentful look, and tried to break free of the red rope with all its limbs, but to no avail.

"Real person, the beast has been sent to you."

Wang Baoshan opened the door of the ancestral hall, but it turned out to be empty.

He fell into a momentary distraction, and his mouth came out of his mouth, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, and muttered the greetings of the lion's awakening.

The musical instrument stopped abruptly, and the villagers stood in place in confusion.

"Elder Wang, why bother?"

Li Mo's words came from the corner behind the ancestral hall, but he only listened to his voice, but did not see him.

He was carried around the river god village by a ghost tiger, and he had already figured out the cause and effect.

Wang Baoshan seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, knelt down and said: "Real person, the demon has been sent, you can take its head and hand it over." ”

"What about the real body?"

Wang Baoshan's face turned pale, and he hurriedly explained: "Real person, we are trapped here and unable to move because of the relationship between demons, and if we can't catch fish, we won't be able to hold on to now. ”

"But once the demon is born, we are mortals in the flesh but mortals, and the entire River God Village will definitely be destroyed."

Li Mo sighed: "Elder Wang, how long have you been trapped here?" ”

"There's... It's been two years. ”

Li Mo was noncommittal, judging from the bones he investigated, it was not only two years, but the villagers had turned into ghosts for nearly ten years.

"So whenever a real person comes, you will summon the demon stand-in of the mountain monarch, and let the real person return to the yamen, can you make a mission?"

"The villain should be damned, the villain should be damned......"

Wang Baoshan wanted to kowtow to apologize, but his body was supported by the haze spiritual power.

"It's okay, Elder Wang, you're so tired."

Li Mo withdrew the ghost tiger and walked out of the shadows, holding a handful of tiger hair in his hand, and said in a flat tone: "Elder Wang, have you ever heard of ghosts?" ”

"Of course, it is rumored that it was transformed by the soul of the mountain king......"

Wang Baoshan opened his mouth and said to himself incredulously: "Ghost." ”

He understood what Li Mo meant, and couldn't help but slump his legs to the ground.

Forgotten memories flashed back in my mind, and it seemed that ten years ago, the River God Village had been destroyed by the attack of the Mountain Lord's demons.

Wang Baoshan found that his behavior of sticking to the village and town was extremely ridiculous, but it was just the obsession of the ghost who did not want to admit death.

He said with relief: "Real person, I'll wait ......"

Li Mo interrupted Wang Baoshan with a smile: "I was born in Niujia Village, I heard that you will go to the morning market for lion dance during the Spring Festival every five years, can you have the honor to see it?" ”