The dust in the small temple has been covered with statues, this is said to be a temple, in fact, it may also be a Taoist temple, anyway, the face of the central statue is no longer clear, and it is even tattered that it is impossible to tell which god is enshrined here.

Although the stone carved statue looked weak, Zhou Sheng still fled behind the statue as fast as he could, dodging and looking at the closed-eyed monk who had just scared people to death, even if this monk looked much better than those Los Angeles talents, he didn't want to look at him in his heart, it was too scary, and the thought that he might be like the chicken legs eaten by the guests in those restaurants, Zhou Sheng was a little sick to his stomach, although he couldn't eat, and his stomach was empty.

"I actually want to say that if someone else knows that you are someone who has already eaten blood rice porridge, maybe they will eat you, although maybe no one has done this before, but according to what ordinary monks know, eating you may have the following possibilities, one is to absorb your talent that has been improved by blood rice, and the other is to increase the probability that you may successfully accept the changes that blood rice has on your body. The lifelong monk stretched out two slender fingers: "These two possibilities, even if the probability of success is only in case, are worth the risk of these people." ”

Zhou Sheng tried to shrink his body even smaller, as if he used this broken stone statue to block more of his body, fewer people would see him, and then the possibility of being eaten would be lower.

Tang Qian looked very funny, this seemed to be a real scare to children: there will be monsters eating you.

The lifelong monk no longer teased Zhou Sheng: "Then Zhou Sheng was brought over, and Xia Nuxia is probably really an ancient Taoist warm-hearted person who came to help us?" ”

In fact, Xia Yubing wanted to say that she was very tight, but she thought that those immortals were like immortals when they fought, and she wanted to say that she was actually not enthusiastic, and she had nowhere to stay.

But before she could say these words, Tang Qian had already spoken: "So what kind of treasure is this whole village waiting for?"

"A token of the kettle rice line. The lifelong monk said as a matter of course.

Tang Qian was a little helpless: "What the hell is that?"

"A jug. The lifelong monk Buddha sang: "This is only in the past three days, because this pot has already died more than 30 monks." ”

The pot is very small, even a little too small, if it weren't for the fact that it has a lid, maybe others will think that this is a teacup, and this teacup-sized pot is rusty, full of dirt and patina - not at all like a token, this is not much different from the utensils used by ordinary people, you must know that the magic weapon in the hands of the monk will not be corroded for thousands of years.

The pot was placed in the most prominent position in almost the entire village, and it was night.

This is the middle part of the road in Zhoujia Village, together with the head and end of the village, and it is also the widest road.

In the middle of the road, there is an earthen platform with a pot on top of it, and a line of words written on the bottom of the earthen platform.

"Ten people a day, and those who win two days in a row get this pot. ”

This is the reason why the monk said that more than 30 monks died, the pot can only belong to one person, and others can kill people to seize this right of ownership, there can be ten people a day to challenge the person who holds the pot, basically every time someone challenges in the past three days, the pot will change hands, and then the person who gets the right to belong for two days in a row can get the copper kettle.

It's bloody, but it's effective.

Tang Qian was already squatting in front of this half-human-high earthen platform, leaning forward, his eyes were about to be attached to the copper kettle.

Zhou Sheng and Xia Yubing stayed in the broken temple, but he came out, according to the words of a lifelong monk, if you want to understand blood rice, you need to know about the pot rice industry, and if you want to understand a mysterious ancient organization, it is better to join it.

The full moon hangs high.

"It's useless. Suddenly, a voice said, this voice Tang Qian had heard before, it was the old man who scolded and scolded his apprentice before, this old man was now huddled by the wall of a farmer's house, holding a big vermilion wine gourd in his hand, he was constantly drinking, the wine was very strong, Tang Qian could smell it, the old man was almost drunk.

"I've tried, and now it's as if it were born on the ground, and I can't get it at all, and today there are ten dead people, and the last one to win is surrounded by monks, and it's impossible for him to escape—it's impossible for him to survive the next day by avoiding the station. The old man muttered, and Tang Qian listened carefully.

Because in fact, he wanted to win once and then run away for a day.

"I just want to try my luck for my apprentice, if I have a copper kettle, then cook some porridge, and then my own apprentice will not starve to death of the master. The old man complained: "But I feel that I can't even beat the weakest, but those powerful guys died one after another, and some didn't even have a whole corpse!" The old man was tense, holding a wine gourd at the full moon in the sky, he seemed to sigh that God was too bad, and then the next moment his body and expression collapsed: "So this time the opportunity is still not related to me." ”

Tang Qian smiled: "The old gentleman has a copper kettle, won't he have a bowl first?"

The old man blew his beard and glared, as if he was angry that Tang Qian had wronged him: "I, how could I do this?"

Tang Qian just looked at the old man and smiled.

Then the old man looked at Tang Qian a little evasively: "Just, even if I only drink one sip, I will let the apprentice drink it first, if he dies too ugly, I won't drink it, old man." ”

Boom - a loud bang came from the direction of the village.

"It's the one who won tonight, and sure enough, the animals can't help but do it. The old man touched his beard.

"Everyone, if I win the copper kettle, how about giving everyone here a bowl of blood rice porridge, I promise to the king of the Jisheng Sect here!"

Tang Qian looked into the distance, watching the excitement seriously.

And the old man behind him rolled his eyes, his hands kept changing, and he took several extremely complicated magic handprints, and then pointed at Tang Qian-

The moonlight of the full moon in the sky wrapped around Tang Qian's body like substance.

"Young man, I really can't help it, my two apprentices have average qualifications, and I'm also a poor bastard, so I always have to get some family background for the juniors, right? The old man said sorry, and he was going to take Tang Qian's burden.

There was a terrible scream in the distance, and it seemed that this Wang Tianhua was dead.

"Sir, if this person dies, can I be considered the so-called owner without killing people now?"

The old man was startled, how could he really speak in his own Yuehua spell?

Tang Qian turned around at this time, as if the moonlight on his body did not exist, walked towards the earth platform, and then held the copper kettle. He had time to smile at the old man.

"Thank you, old man. ”

Then the place where he was standing was instantly overwhelmed by spells.