At dusk, the sunset was like blood, dripping the surrounding clouds bright red.

At sunset, there are peasants ploughing, sweating like rain, driving a buffalo to plow the field, shouting in their mouths.

At sunset, a flock of birds return to their nests, chirping and flapping their wings, and throwing themselves towards the forest at the foot of the mountain.

It was a pine forest with green foliage.

Suddenly, a gray mist spread from the forest, like a large open mouth, and at once the birds were drowned. The birds didn't have time to call, so they fell like dumplings. When it fell to the ground, it turned into a withered skeleton, with no feathers and bones, and the skeleton was as black as ink, and the scene was very terrifying.

The farmer who made the cattle was busy working, and did not notice this scene, he gasped, picked up a sweat towel to wipe the sweat, and complained in his mouth: "Thief mother, I don't know what to do, and I don't know how to send a mouthful of water......

Thinking of his wife, who had become strange recently, his eyes were a little gloomy, and then he gritted his teeth and continued to drive cattle.

The sun continued to set in the west, the twilight rolled up, and the sky was getting dark.

The farmer looked up at the sky, packed up his tools, and led the oxen home. About a quarter of an hour later, a village appeared, houses scattered in a somewhat disheveled manner.

This is Gaotian Township, and the farmer's name is "Ngawang", who is an honest and stammering farmer in the township. The family background is sloppy, but three meals a day can make do, and you can have a good life.

When he came to the door of his earthen house, Ngawang saw that the door of the house was closed, tied the ox, pushed the door in, called a few times, but no one replied, and his mother-in-law was not at home. When I went to the stove, it was cool, there was no sign of a fire, and when I opened the pot, it was empty, and there was nothing to eat.

Rao is Ngawang's personality is wooden and honest. I can't help but be angry from my heart: This mother-in-law, her husband is working hard in the fields, she doesn't send a mouthful of water, she doesn't cook food, do you want to live this day......

He slammed the lid down. There was a clang.

Turning to come out, he took a thin wooden pole behind the door, and rushed out of the door in a huff, striding towards the end of the village.

It was evening, and the smoke was curling from the cooking of every house, but the village was so quiet that even the sound of chickens and dogs was rarely heard, and the villagers were not seen walking.

Ngawang was furious and didn't notice anything unusual. ran to the end of the village with a flat pole, and wanted to beat the lost mother-in-law and wake up.

At the end of the village, the mountain is not very high, and it belongs to a stretch of hillside. The slopes are lush with trees, mostly low bushes, and the mountain wind rustles.

Not far from the top of the hillside. Standing a building, not big. Boxy, sloping roof tile back, made of blue bricks.

That's the Land Temple.

The Land Temple can be said to be the most widely distributed and the most numerous buildings. The land of Kyushu, the capital of the prefecture, the township of the county. Almost every village will have one, much more than the City God Temple.

The land temple is dedicated to the father-in-law of the land. One side of the land, one side of the water and soil. The incense is quite vigorous. On the fifteenth day of the new year, there are villagers to worship.

Today is not the first day of the new year, nor is it the fifteenth. But when Ngawang came over there, he looked up and saw that the open space in front of the temple was dark and oppressive, and there were hundreds of people kneeling on the ground, looking very pious. It's just that everyone doesn't hum, and there is an eerie silence in the scene.

Ngawang recognized that the people who fell to their knees here were all from the same village, and it seemed that the whole village had basically arrived here.

He was taken aback, and his mouth simmered at the fact that he didn't know what to say, and he thought it was very strange. I remember two days ago, but only a few women came here to worship, and when did everyone come.

At the entrance of the Land Temple, there were two people in black robes sitting cross-legged, the black robes were loose and slightly bulging, their heads and faces were covered, and they wore a mysterious mask. The mask is cyan and has some mottled lines, which looks hideous. And the exposed eyes, the eyes are shining, faintly cyan, not like human eyes.

They are outlanders.

Ngawang remembers very well that since the two strangers came to the village seven days ago, his mother-in-law and several village women ran to the land temple every day, kneeling and shouting, saying that "I am guilty" and saying "that the great calamity of the world is coming, and that I pray for Shura's rescue......

A big mess.

Not only that, every time these village women come to worship, they kill chickens and buy meat, and they are very willing to pay for it, and even donate their hard-earned private money and desperately stuff it into the offering box.

This kind of situation was rare to see when I worshipped my father-in-law in the past, and at most I cut two taels of meat, which was already considered a high standard.

If the father-in-law of this land had a spirit, he would be so angry that he would blow his beard and stare at him. But now, even if there is a spirit, there is nothing that can be done, because the idol of the land father-in-law has already been thrown out of the land temple, and I don't know which ravine it threw into, and it is estimated that it will not be able to fall.

In its place was a strange statue.

Ngawang had secretly seen that this idol was very different from the ordinary, it had neither a golden body nor a robe, and it was all dark, and it was not as dignified as the other gods, and its face was either majestic or kind or pure, and it wore a mask and did not show its true face. And with horns on his head, he looks like a god and more like a demon.

Ngawang was timid and afraid of things, so he didn't dare to criticize, so he only muttered to his wife, not allowing his mother-in-law to worship this god of unknown origin. But the mother-in-law didn't listen, as if she was confused, and even quarreled with Ngawang for this matter.

Ngawang was annoyed by the noise, so he ignored it and buried himself in his own business. However, today, this mother-in-law's behavior is becoming more and more unseemly, and if she doesn't help with the fields, she doesn't even cook.

In the long run, what is it?

So now Ngawang was very angry, and he recognized the mother-in-law kneeling in front at a glance, so he yelled: "Stinky mother-in-law, you won't go home and cook for me!"

As he spoke, he rushed over and wanted to pull his mother-in-law away.

"Bold, dare to collide with the Shura God Sacrifice!"

One of the men in black shouted coldly and looked up at Ngawang.

What kind of eyes are they, the pupils are actually red, as if dripping with blood, oozing people's panic.

Ah Wang let out a breath and hesitated, hoping that his mother-in-law would listen to his words and quickly get up and follow.

However, the villagers who fell to their knees were motionless, like puppets, and ignored them.

The man in black also ignored it anymore, and said in his mouth, "The sacrifice begins!"

With the voice, the people who knelt down and worshipped had a movement, and the movement was very large, one by one they kowtowed desperately, calling for the sky and grabbing the ground:

"Shura God, I'm guilty!"

"God Shura, I'm damned!"

"Please Shura to rescue ......"

Ah Wang was dumbfounded: "Sixth Aunt, Eighth Prince, Ah Song...... You, are you all crazy?"

He could see clearly that these people were prostrating fiercely, and many of them had broken foreheads and were dripping with blood. But they didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and still roared wildly.

Then, Ngawang witnessed a strange scene:

A gray mist slowly filled the land temple, changing, gradually taking shape, vaguely the appearance of the statue of the god.

Immediately, on the top of the heads of the villagers who knelt down, there was a thin line of red floating out, slowly flying to the side of the mist idol, which looked like the mist changing idol was sucking these red blood qi with its mouth.

Ngawang's mind went blank when he saw it, and his hands and feet felt cold.

As it was absorbed, the mist changed the idol and began to condense little by little, and the limbs and the corners of the head appeared separately. And as the blood flowed, the villagers' roars became even more frenzied, and many of them were hoarse, their faces were pale, their eyes were dyed red, their muscles were a little twisted, and they were hideous and terrifying, and there was still the slightest appearance of a simple and thick peasant.

At this moment, night falls, the stars and moon have no light, the wind is whistling, and the shadows of the trees are waving. Listening to the beastly roar of the people, sometimes the blood glittered, as if in the midst of a ghost.

Ngawang was already timid, and he rushed over to find his mother-in-law just for a moment, but he couldn't hold back anymore at the moment, threw the flat burden in his hand, screamed, and his wife couldn't take care of it, so he turned around and fled. He ran in a hurry, stepped on the air when he went down the hill, rolled down with a grunt, and fell with a bruised nose and swollen mouth, but he couldn't care about anything, and after getting up, he continued to run for his life: Oh no, no, something big happened!

It suddenly occurred to him that this matter was very serious, and he had to report it to Zhou Lizheng immediately and ask him to send troops to rescue the villagers. (To be continued.) )