"There is a land temple at the entrance of the village. Ying Wuxin replied casually, looking at the area in the middle of the village, in the dark night, the child's voice was still shouting, like a helpless orphan who had been scattered.

But thinking that I was almost made into a dried fish just now, I couldn't help but be frightened, what kind of evil is this, it is so weird, whether it is the appearance, the style, the performance, everything has never been seen before.

Wang Banxian took his package and fortune-telling flag, and followed Ying Wuxin to make a detour to the land temple at the entrance of the village.

Short and dilapidated, only less than four squares, there is a land statue on the loess platform in the center, the paint has peeled off most of it, and the original appearance of the statue can not be seen.

In front of the stone platform, there is a small earthen platform half a person high, on which is placed a brown ceramic incense burner with a large bowl mouth, most of which is filled with incense ash, and a few incense sticks that have not been burned, scattered and crooked.

Wang Banxian bowed to the statue, and then found a place to sit down, his clothes were soaked, his breathing was heavy, he looked like he was sweating profusely, and he kept swallowing saliva.

"Little Daoist, I'm dying of thirst, can we go find some water to drink?"

Ying Wuxin looked at the situation of the Land Temple, sighed slightly, made a salute, turned around and sat down against the wall.

"Don't think about it, it's good to survive at this time, where can I find water to drink?"

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva hard, Wang Banxian felt that his throat was breathing fire, looked at the village outside at night, and heard the faint voice of children in the village, his heart burst out, and he didn't dare to think about water anymore.

In fact, the lack of water for the two was not too serious, and after resting for a while, they recovered a lot.

With his spirit, Wang Banxian's curiosity began to haunt him again, he looked at the opposite side with his eyes, and said with a flattering smile: "Little Daoist." ”

"How do you know that shouting such a sentence can lure the evil away, and it's indiscriminate, right?"

Ying Wuxin spewed out two streams of air through his nose, closed his eyes and recuperated, and ignored him at all.

"That little old man, I will use this sentence next time, can I lure away the evil spirit?" Wang Banxian smiled more and more flatteringly, and his big yellow teeth came out.

"You can go and try. ”

Wang Banxian's face immediately fell, and he begged: "Little Daoist, don't, how dare you try this thing, if you try it, you will pick up a life, if you don't try it, you will become dried fish, it will be too miserable." ”

"Little Daoist, please tell the little old man about me, maybe I can help next time?"

With a smile, Ying Wuxin said: "It's nothing, looking at the evil figure, it is obviously a seven or eight-year-old child, who has become an evil child for some reason, but still retains a lot of his nature as a human child, and when he hears the call, as a child, he will naturally be obedient and go back." ”

Glaring, Wang Banxian didn't come back to his senses for a long time, "That's it?"

Ying Wuxin nodded seriously and said, "That's it!"

Whew-

With a long breath, Wang Banxian leaned against the wall with some disappointment, and was silent for a while, before he laughed and said: "Even if it is so simple, Xiao Dao Ye can see it, it is very comparable, it is really powerful, amazing." ”

Ying Wuxin chuckled, closed his eyes again, and said in his heart: Simple? I can deduce that sentence will be useful, but it is not simple at all, this is the conclusion that I finally came to after combining many factors, how can it be simple.

After tossing for a long time, and experiencing the danger of death, both of them were very sleepy, and after Ying Wuxin closed his eyes to recuperate, Wang Banxian was bored, and soon leaned against the wall and fell asleep.

Bang –

The crisp sound of gongs resounded in all directions.

Ying Wuxin and Wang Banxian's bodies shook, and they both woke up from sleep, rubbed their numb necks, stood up and looked outside.

The morning sun is like fire, spraying fiery red clouds, dyeing half of the sky red.

In the bright morning sun, the village not far away was already crowded, crowding the road in the middle of the village, crowding to walk outside.

There is a gong in front of you, and it will ring after walking for a while.

Everyone behind them followed with a worried look, hanging their heads and shrunching their shoulders, looking scared.

There were also the cries of women, the sighs of men, and the noise of children.

The old man in a black robe, a red trimmed robe, and a phalanx hat walked at the back of the line, shouting something incessantly.

The voice is subdued and abrupt, and it is very rhythmic, but because the accent is too strong, it is impossible to hear what is being said.

"Little Daoist, they are going to-" Wang Banxian pointed to the team outside in surprise.

By this time, the procession had already left the village, and the front end had reached the river outside the village, and spread out on both sides, men, women, and children were standing honestly by the river, but many of them had begun to tremble, looking extremely frightened.

"The sacrifice, it seems that because the evil cause was too strong last night, the villagers were frightened, and they want to use this method to calm down. Ying Wuxin's face was solemn, and he looked at the center of the team with a slight frown.

There is a family of three, the man in his forties is dressed in old clothes, and the woman is in her thirties, the charm is still there, and she looks quite a bit beautiful, although the clothes are simple, but it is difficult to hide the rich temperament.

There is also a little girl of three or four years old in the middle of the two, wearing two pigtails, wearing a lotus dress, big black eyes, and a pink face, looking very cute.

But the little girl looked like she was crying in fear at the moment, the woman on one side bowed her head and sobbed from time to time, with a sad and reluctant face, and the man next to her kept sighing. Compared with the frightened and frightened appearance of the surrounding villagers, their family of three is obviously different.

Ying Wuxin vaguely remembered the family conversation he heard last night, and his eyes finally fell on the little girl.

The end of the team also arrived at the river, scattered and spread, and the old man in the robe, who was still shouting and shouting, led a few people to the river, and put on the incense table and futon.

The old man in the robe inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner, took a white porcelain bowl from the assistant next to him, and respectfully placed it on the incense table, and then took a brass water bottle and poured water into the white porcelain bowl.

The whole process was carried out meticulously, solemnly and solemnly.

After pouring the water and handing the water bottle to the person next to him, the old man in the robe turned to look at the family of three.

The little girl howled and cried.

"Don't, I don't want to go, mother, mother, I'm afraid, I'm afraid-"

The woman couldn't hold back any longer, the sobbing turned into a bitter cry, and she wanted to reach out to hold the child, but the man next to her grabbed her arm.

The man shook his head with a sad expression, his face full of helplessness.

The old man in the robe walked over quickly, picked up the little girl, walked back to the incense table, and placed the little girl on the incense table, side by side with the white porcelain bowl.

"Greetings to the river god and enjoy the offerings. ”

The robed old man took the lead, knelt down on the futon, and began to bow respectfully to the river.

"Greetings to the river god and enjoy the offerings. ”

The other villagers followed suit, as did the man and woman of the family who lost their daughter.

Boom –

The surface of the river in front of him exploded, and a head the size of a vinegar jar flew out, with a white and slender neck attached below, which was a foot long.

"A flying head demon. ”

Ying Wuxin's eyes condensed slightly, and he clenched his fists suddenly.