Fu Jiao followed the villagers all the way to Qingshiling.

The villagers all looked to be middle-aged, both male and female. The man at the front led a bantam horse, and immediately sat a boy dressed in red and wearing a red flower. The boy was about six or seven years old, and his face was covered with white lead powder, and he seemed to be frightened and stupid, and he was expressionless.

Behind the bantam horse, four middle-aged men carried a red soft sedan chair, and the night breeze blew, faintly revealing a pair of embroidered shoes with three-inch golden lotus in the sedan chair.

This group of people was overjoyed, like sending a girl to get married, and came to the Shengniang Temple under the bluestone ridge lively.

The newly renovated St. Niang's Temple is right next to it.

Although it is shorter and simpler than the old temple, the walls are painted with gold dust, glazed tiles and white marble, and the brand new ones shine at night.

When the group saw the new temple, they were stunned, and even the people who played the trumpets were dumbfounded.

After being silent for a long time, the villager who lagged behind asked: "...... Who built a temple of the Holy Mother next to this? ”

"The prince from the capital has to donate to build it, and Lord Jiang can't stop it."

A few people curiously went into the new temple to take a look, and when they came out, they were all relieved, "There is no statue of the plastic lady in it." As soon as the prince leaves, the temple will be bulldozed. ”

The group no longer paid attention to the new temple, and drove the pony to the old temple with a sedan chair.

Many villagers have already gathered in the old temple.

They led out the boy on the horse and the girl in the sedan chair. The girl's face was also coated with a thick layer of lead powder, washed by tears, and it had already become a piece, and the red rouge on her mouth was dirty like blood.

In a few moments, an elderly woman stood out in the temple of the Holy Mother.

The old woman was dressed in purple flowers, old and long-looking, and her back was bent as if she was pressed by a mountain.

Her cloudy eyes rolled, she looked around, and said hoarsely, "It's time soon." Without further ado, let's start offering sacrifices to Mizuo Saint Niang. ”

The two children couldn't help but cry loudly when they heard this.

The old woman ignored them, looked at everyone, frowned and asked, "Why didn't Master Jiang come?" ”

"There are Beijing officials in the yamen, and Lord Jiang may have been dragged down."

"He was also absent for such a big event, it really shouldn't be." The old woman complained and didn't wait. She turned around and took out a thumb-thick yellow eel from the copper basin of the shrine, and the yellow eel struggled desperately, the slippery and greasy mucus dripped down the water, and still couldn't break the old woman's iron tongs-like hand.

The old woman used the yellowed nails of her thumb to cut out the internal organs of the yellow eel, mixed the blood of the yellow eel with a bowl of cooked glutinous rice, and wiped the faces of the boy and girl tremblingly.

She rubbed and babbled incantations.

Fu Jiao pricked up her ears and listened for a long time and didn't understand the dialect, and when she asked Chen Liaosheng, she knew that this old pious woman was asking the Holy Mother of Shuiwei to appear.

Chen Ningsheng was even more nervous than Fu Jiao, watching every move of the people in the temple.

Accompanied by the music of silk and bamboo like low sobs, the surrounding villagers took the initiative to smear the blood of glutinous rice and yellow eel on their faces, and danced around the boys and girls.

The dance steps seem messy, but they carry the mystery of the five elements.

Dark clouds covered the moon tightly.

The two children were so frightened that they cried, but somehow, as the villagers danced strangely, the two children gradually stopped crying and smiled uncontrollably stiff on their faces.

They held hands and looked up with vacant eyes at the statue of the Holy Mother high above.

"Something is wrong."

The compass pointer in Fu Jiao's baggage turned left and right.

She took out two Mingxin talismans and put them on her eyes, as if blown by a breeze, and everything in front of her became clear. I saw that behind the villagers in the temple, there was a vague humanoid gray shadow, and the gray shadow turned its arm and manipulated the villagers to dance and sacrifice.

Chen Ningsheng didn't dare to come out.

He is a weak chicken and water ghost who has only been dead for four years, and these gray shadows give him a very heavy sense of oppression.

If it weren't for Fu Jiao's pestle casting spells in front of them, they would have been discovered by these gray shadows long ago.

"These ...... What are the villagers who manipulate them? ”

Without waiting for Fu Jiao to answer, Yan Ji, who was watching coldly, replied, "Ghost." ”

It is rumored that when a person dies from a tiger, his ghost is called a "ghost" by the messenger of the tiger. But in fact, as long as the souls who died in vain are not detained in the underworld and used by people with intentions, they are all ghosts.

Chen Ningsheng was surprised and asked quietly: "These ghosts are driven by the Holy Mother?" ”

Fu Jiao didn't answer.

Through the Ming Heart Talisman, she clearly saw that the lifespan of these villagers and children turned into white smoke, and a steady stream of them were continuously sucked into the statue of the Holy Lady of the Water Tail on the altar. But behind the statue there was also a large gray shadow, which was fat and clumsy, with a large head and a short neck, and looked like a giant bull.

Fu Jiao's eyes lit up.

Sub-time......

I'm afraid it's too late!

"Come with me!" She turned around and took Chen Liaosheng and Yanji to the beach under the bluestone ridge.

Chen Liaosheng and Yan Ji didn't have time to ask, they saw Fu Jiao take off his wide-sleeved shirt three times and five by two, grab twelve talismans and peach wood swords, and "pounce" like a fish jumping into the bottom of the sea.

It's not cold in Qiongzhou, but it's still so cold that she shiveres when she enters the water at night.

She suddenly wanted to pick a pick.

According to Chen Ningsheng's guidance, she dived hard, and she could be regarded as seeing the golden copper coin sword at the bottom of the dark sea.

The golden bronze coin sword is inserted in the groove of the seabed.

Fu Jiao held her breath and tried to pull out her sword.

As expected, no matter how much she pulled it out, it didn't help. Every copper coin on this copper coin sword is a suppression charm, and the charm is incomprehensible, and the sword does not come out.

She is average in water, and her lungs are about to explode after diving for so long.

At this moment, Yan Ji's voice came from his ears: "Hmph, can't you just let me do such a trivial matter, what can I do?" ”

Yan Ji withdrew the talisman from her palm.

Fu Jiao's eyes were red.

She opened her mouth and spat out a string of bubbles, unable to speak, so anxious that she waved her hands and shook her head.

Yan Ji didn't see her movements, and pasted the talisman on the golden copper coin sword, and when she landed, the golden light appeared, and the light waves like thunder and lightning spurred, and the Yan Ji was forced to fly. Yan Ji screamed and fell back onto the beach.

Fu Jiao really couldn't hold her breath anymore.

She surfaced and rushed to check on Yan Ji's injuries.

"Ghost minion, are you alright?"

Yan Ji raised her two scorched arms with only skeletons left, and shed bloody tears, "Pain...... It hurts to death! ”

Fu Jiao hurriedly cast a spell, "Hey, I can't tell you underwater." The bronze coin sword and my cracking talisman are pure masculine things, and when they are touched by ghosts, they will inevitably be scattered. ”

It's rare for Yan Ji to cry like this, bleeding from the seven orifices, so pitiful.

Chen Ningsheng was frightened, and said in a trembling voice: "No wonder I was in severe pain when I looked at it from a distance that day. Sister Yanji's five hundred years of Taoism have been injured like this, I ...... I'm afraid I'm going to have no ...... back."

"Okay, I won't let you go."

Fu Jiao asked Yan Ji to return to the porcelain plate.

She gritted her teeth and prepared to dive again, but was stopped by Chen Liaosheng, "Master, you ...... Will you be okay? Do you want to take a break? ”

"Idiot! It's too late! ”

Fu Jiao thought he was grinding and chirping, pushed it away, and said angrily: "Don't you want to see the Holy Lady of the Water Tail?" She was crushed by that sword! ”

After speaking, Fu Jiao didn't look at Chen Ningsheng's expression, and plunged into the water.