The sky was a little gloomy, and the sand and dust blown by the wind slapped the south wind on her face, and her whole face was numb and uncomfortable.

The road to the altar was not long, but she felt a kind of anxiety for no reason. This restlessness is like a swarm of homeless bees circling around her, disturbing her in fear. She sniffled, hid the "search" around her neck, and walked forward.

In the distance, I saw a small village, and there was a large circle of people around the entrance of the village. An offering table was set up in the circle, and a long row of tributes was placed on the offering table. Behind the offering table was an altar with a man tied to it.

A boy who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Standing in front of the altar, Nanfeng carefully observed the man who was tied into a rice dumpling.

It was a boy of eighteen or nineteen years old, with a skeletal shape and a thin man who barely looked like a human. He was wearing a shabby gray shirt, his head hung down, and his messy hair was like a curtain, which blocked his face so tightly that he couldn't see his face clearly. He had a few charms attached to his body, a pile of firewood at his feet, oil poured on him, this was to be done, and he was burned to death.

Tsk, it's miserable.

At the offering table sat an old woman, surrounded by several women, crying breathlessly.

The young man who was tied to the altar twitched his fingers. He was tied up and should have been very uncomfortable, and he seemed to want to change positions, but it was simply impossible. Light activity was exchanged for a few coughs. Originally, the cough was muffled, but then the sound became louder, and it became more and more miserable, and in the end, it was heartbreaking. Nanfeng once suspected that he would cough up his internal organs.

This teenager is so angry that he can't be described with the word "miserable". If he is really a demon, relying on monstrous resentment and immeasurable destructive power to live like this, it is really sad, you know, before Nanfeng fell asleep, with his resentment, he not only offended Canghong Zhenren, but also beat Su Chen to a serious injury.

Nanfeng thought, how can there be such a stupid and surprising evil ghost? instead of looking for an easily approachable child, instead of looking for a young man with vigorous vitality, he will find a person who is about to die of illness as a puppet. In this way, it is difficult to maintain resentment, and is it not asking for hardship?

In this case, this young man should not be an evil spirit.

While Nanfeng was thinking wildly, an old Taoist priest appeared in front of the offering table. This old Taoist priest has gray hair and a spotless robe. He held the dust whisk in one hand and a few talismans in the other, looked around at the spectators, and said, "The way of heaven is upright, the soul is sought in peace, the evil is eliminated, and the pole is ascending——"

The spectators fell silent.

The old Taoist priest was very satisfied, shook off the dust, and started the Dharma on the offering table.

This series of rituals was very wonderful, sometimes on fire, sometimes bright, and accompanied by the sound of explosions. Nanfeng thought that if the old Taoist priest put a bowl in front of the offering table, she would want to give him two copper plates as a reward.

As long as she still has copper plates.

After waiting for a long time, this "good sound" ritual was finally done. The old Taoist priest took a torch, walked to the altar, circled the little scholar three times, touched the little scholar, and prepared to light the fire.

The old woman, who was sitting at the bottom of the offering table, cried louder, stood up, and walked towards the little scholar with her arms outstretched, but she was surrounded by a crowd of men and women, and could not walk over.

There was a lot of commotion everywhere.

Exactly the chance. Nanfeng crept to the front of the line, looked at the tribute on the table, and tiptoed down the nearest plate of apples.

She picked one of the reddest apples, rubbed it on her cuffs, and took a bite of it. The apples were not fresh, so although they were red, they didn't have much moisture, and they weren't sweet, but she was so hungry that she barely filled them.

The old Taoist priest lit the firewood and grass under the altar, and the flames jumped up with a "poof".

People's emotions rose precisely because of the sudden beating of the flames, and they tiptoed, raised their arms, and crowded, as if it was not a little scholar who was now being burned by the flames, but a roast suckling pig. It's a pity that the "roast suckling pig" doesn't mean anything at all, except for the occasional cough, you almost think he's dead.

Nanfeng was squeezed unsteady on his feet by these people, freeing his mouth to maintain order, at least to keep himself safe. Who knew that it backfired, and I don't know who squeezed it hard, so that none of her stood firmly, and her upper body threw herself out, and she happened to squeeze down the offering table.

There was a basin of water on the table, I heard that it was used by the old Taoist priest after doing the law, and they were poured on the ground at this time, and the water splashed, covering the flames, and the flames were poured thoroughly. The fire that had just been lit had already ended before it was vigorous.

At this moment, both on and off the stage, everyone's eyes were focused on Nanfeng's body, and even the old woman stopped crying, sobbing and waiting for the following.

The old Taoist priest's eyes were almost popping out, and he asked her, "Where did the little girl come from, she dared to interrupt the ritual of the poor Dao! Do you know what the crime is to put out the fire and stop the execution halfway?"

The tone was exactly the same as when Canghong Zhenren wanted to kill her. At that time, Canghong Zhenren asked Congmeng Zhenzun to come forward to calculate her, so that her resentment broke out in front of everyone and went crazy, Canghong Zhenren used this as an excuse to use thunder punishment to smash her and destroy her. At that time, Canghong Zhenren condescendingly looked at Nanfeng, who was unable to move by the formation, and said: "Sure enough, it is rotten wood that cannot be carved! Do you know how much of a sin it is to hurt people in the realm of no return?!"

Sanctimonious, selfish and hypocritical!

If Su Chen hadn't arrived in time, she would have turned into powder.

Nanfeng suddenly felt that the apple in his hand was tasteless, endured the nausea in his heart, and said honestly: "I don't know." ”

The old Taoist priest was even more angry, pointed at the south wind with floating dust, and said: "Catching demons and eliminating evil spirits, that is the mission of my Daomen, inheriting the good times and benefiting the people of the Quartet." You kid, you don't know anything, what's the fun coming? Get out of here!"

A few little Taoist priests around her also angrily bombarded her: "Go! go!"

Nanfeng originally took a few steps back, but there were many people behind her, so she couldn't move, and she was beaten and kicked by the little Taoist priests in vain.

They drive away the south wind like a stray dog. Their tone was arrogant and annoyed by Nanfeng, and reminded Nanfeng of the years of no return.

Not only Canghong Zhenren and Congmeng Zhenzun, everyone who does not return to the realm is not friendly to her, like an enemy who does not share the same sky.

The long-pent-up resentment exploded like a bomb that ignited the fuse. Nanfeng gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you, you dare to drive me away?!"

The Taoist priests didn't think that the little girl who was dressed so shabby and dirty would have any special identity, and one of the little Taoist priests scared Nanfeng: "If you don't leave, we will burn you and this evil monster together!"

Why, you still want to kill people? At the beginning, Canghong Zhenren wanted to kill her, Congmeng Zhenzun wanted to kill her, and the thing that appeared a few days ago was not human or ghostly to kill her, why, why are they qualified to decide the life and death of others?

Nanfeng didn't think much about it, he crossed one leg to the platform, and the other leg followed closely, because he didn't want to throw away the food in his hand, so the climbing action was a little clumsy and funny. She approached the old Taoist priest, raised her head and said in a weird manner: "Obviously a Taoist priest, he wants to bite like a beast, and it is easy to grow a mouth, but the words that spew out are more smelly than dung, no wonder he teaches some robbers who kill people without blinking." You still claim to be monks, and you are not afraid of a thunder from the sky that will cut you to death!"