Both of them have cultivation in their bodies, and they are rushing to the road with the wind under their feet, and they are walking like flying. In addition, there was an endless stream of villagers who went to the outskirts of the north of the city to participate in this wilderness fire, which saved the time for the two to find their way, but with a stick of incense, Qingya and Hua Qing'er walked out of the north gate.

Walking along the small river outside the city, although it was noon, the scorching sun shone on the willows on the bank of the river showing a languishing posture, but it still could not stop the pace of the villagers.

"It's so hot, how far away is this illegal assembly. If you want me to say, report it directly to the government and drive them all away. Hua Qing'er wiped the sweat beads on her forehead with a silk scarf, wiped the sweat off Qingya's face, and fanned her neckline with both hands to make herself feel cooler.

"We've arrived at Sister Qing'er, look."

Following Qingya's gesture, a lot of villagers had gathered in an open space on the bank of the river in front of him, and it seemed that this was the place where the Wildfire Cult meeting was located.

What surprised Qingya was that among the crowd, there were still many people wearing official uniforms, and under their management, the crowd gradually formed a large circle in an orderly manner.

In the middle of the crowd were three tables draped in red cloth, each with an arm-high idol of the deity, and some incense and offerings in front of the idol. The appearance of the three statues is not much different from the pattern drawn on the drawings before, with red clouds around them, and their faces are fierce and vicious, but the items in the hands of the gods are somewhat different.

The one on the far left, holding a vajra in both hands, has a fierce expression, like the mythical Indra Heavenly Emperor raining down divine thunder. The one in the middle, with six arms and half-closed eyes, has a bit of a god's pity for the world, but the swords, guns, axes and axes in his hands are incompatible with his compassionate face. Look at the one on the far right, where is the god, it is simply the Shura ghost in hell, I saw it with a hideous face, holding a human head in one hand and a bloody heart in the other, although it is only a statue, but it is still creepy to look at.

"How can there be such a vicious god in the world, it is clearly a group of cultists." Hua Qing'er said as she said, and at the same time, the red light in her hand flowed, and she was about to make a move, but she was grabbed by Qingya's wrist.

"Don't be impulsive, Sister Qing'er. There are so many villagers here, and I am afraid that I will hurt the innocent if I do it rashly. And the official is also there, and we will only burn ourselves if we act rashly. These people are so devout to this Wild Fire Sect, if they bite us back, we are demons, then they will not be able to wash it away by jumping into the Yellow River. ”

"Then do you just watch them behave like this?"

"Of course not, there are too many people to do it at the moment, let's see what they are doing first, and then we will go to meet their hall for a while, and the government has also intervened in this matter, so we also have to go to the city lord's mansion."

Qingya paused for a moment and continued: "In the end, if it really doesn't work, then we will uproot this cult at the entrance of Qiantang. As he spoke, the expression on Qingya's face was resolute, without any hesitation, just like when Liu Bailu taught himself that he must be resolute in punishing adultery and eliminating evil.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Qingya said resolutely, and Hua Qing'er replied equally resolutely. The newborn calves were completely oblivious to the dangers and difficulties that lay ahead.

As he spoke, the originally noisy crowd had gradually quieted down, and it seemed that the rituals were about to begin.

"Sister Qing'er, let's go over quickly."

When the circle formed by everyone finally took shape, the two simply squeezed into the middle of the line.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a fiery red gilt robe and holding a black steel whip, pressed his hands towards the crowd with an indifferent expression, and the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down.

Then the man spoke: "God bless the world, send down the divine fire, all my disciples, work together." ”

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding crowd also chanted in unison: "God bless the world, send down the divine fire, all my disciples, work together." ”

"It's just a crooked way."

Hua Qing'er said in Qingyadi's ear, her right hand clenched her fist and waved it a few times in front of her, but fortunately, the surrounding crowd chanted slogans again, and no one heard this abuse.

After three shouts, the man once again signaled everyone to be quiet, and said again: "I have been teaching since I came to Qiantang, it has been more than a year, thanks to the piety of your brothers and sisters, we can let us spread out in this land of beautiful mountains and rivers. ”

When the man had finished speaking, he stepped aside, then knelt down on his knees, slammed his head on the ground, and shouted very respectfully, "Welcome to the son of the Divine Fire." ”

Subsequently, the surrounding crowd also knelt down one after another, shouting in unison, "Welcome to the Son of Divine Fire." ”

In the shouts of the crowd, I don't know when a young man stood in the center of the people, wearing a gorgeous dress embroidered with gold python on a black background, wearing a flame-style hair crown, with a delicate face, a peaceful expression, and a red cloud on the tip of his eyebrows, which set him off more noble and mysterious.

"Why don't you two over there kneel down to welcome the arrival of the Son? For those who do not respect the god of fire, the old man will let you understand the taste of the black whip. The middle-aged man raised his head and saw that there were still two people on the field who had not knelt down, so he immediately picked up the steel whip in his hand and struck at the two of them.

Seeing that the steel whip was approaching, Qingya stepped forward and pulled Hua Qing'er behind him, and at the same time, the left hand behind him was pinched into a sword trick, and the golden light flashed at his fingertips, just waiting for the enemy to come in front of him.

If you change some old rivers and lakes and encounter this situation, you can pretend to be an ordinary person and dodge twice, and there is no need to expose your identity and intentions in such a trivial matter. But in the current situation, the two young and high-minded people will know how to tolerate, others give me a sword, and my backhand is a knife, and some of the young rivers and lakes are just happy and enmity.

Just as Qingya was about to raise his hand, the young man known as the Holy Spirit spoke: "Uncle Zhongyan, don't make a big move. These two little friends must be here for the first time, and it is inevitable that they don't know etiquette, and those who don't know are not guilty. You'd better put away your black whip, you see, it's scared of other girls.

"Yes, Holy Spirit." The middle-aged man named Zhong Yan withdrew the steel whip in his hand, pointed his finger at the two of Qingya and said, "Since the Holy Spirit has persuaded you this time, I will let you wait for the time being, if you dare to be disrespectful to the Fire God next time, hum!" ”

Seeing that the other party withdrew, the golden light on Qingya's fingertips also dimmed, and he just glanced at the Holy Son, not paying attention to Zhong Yan's words.

"Two little friends, Uncle Zhong Yan has always been so straightforward and outspoken, and there are many offenses, please bear with me." The Holy Son persuaded each other as he walked towards the two of them: "Two little friends, meeting is fate, on behalf of this sect, I sincerely invite the two of you to join our Desolate Fire God Sect, I don't know what the two of you think?" ”

The man walked all the way, idle and broken, and his voice was like a twilight drum, until he really had the posture of a chosen son.