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The fishing village is still some distance away from the lake, and there are some weeping willows on the side of the road.

This is a bend in Dongting Lake, sandwiched between two mountains, forming an inner lake, the lake is deep and secluded, very dangerous, and the children of the village rarely come here.

"Tiger baby, my tiger baby......"

"Dogdan, Li Dogdan......"

The villagers shouted along the lake, and several women on the shore wept, with a few children's clothes on one side.

The young man pointed to the calm water, "This is it, the carp spirit is the size of a small boat, dragging the tiger baby down." ”

Hearing this, a young man took off his shirt and was about to jump into the lake.

"Wait......"

A white-haired old fisherman stopped them, looked at the calm, unrippling lake, and shouted, "Stand back, step back, the monsters in the lake haven't left yet!"

Before the words fell, there was an uproar in the lake, and a column of water rolled towards the shore, everyone retreated in panic, and the young man on the shore slipped and fell into the lake in panic.

"Help, it's up to me......"

A touch of golden red flashed, the young man kept struggling in the water, trying his best to swim to the shore, the fishermen in the fishing village were all in the water, but at this time they struggled helplessly, dragged by something, and sank towards the lu, and soon disappeared, only bubbles bubbling up.

Soon, the rippling surface of the lake returned to calm.

Everyone looked at the lake in shock, it was too sudden, there were monsters in the lake, many fishermen were even more confused, no one dared to approach the lake again, only the woman who had lost her child was sobbing softly.

"It's Hu Bo, in this Dongting Lake, the dragon king lives in the north, and Hu Bo lives in the south, every year in the harvest season, the village will sacrifice Hu Bo, this year the sacrifice is much less, maybe Hu Bo is not satisfied. ”

The white-haired old fisherman sighed softly, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

As soon as the old man said this, the other young men were a little shocked, and they no longer mentioned going into the water, Hu Bo is the lake god of Dongting Lake, which angered Hu Bo, and it will be difficult to fish in the future, and the livelihood of the fishing village comes from the lake, and if the livelihood is cut off, a village of people will not survive.

"When I was a child, there was an accident in the next village, and in a fit of rage, overnight, the water poured into the bend of the lake, and all the people in the village drowned. ”

When Ning Wuqian came to the lake, the old fisherman recalled the events of his childhood, and advised the people in the village not to anger Hu Bo, and several women who had lost their children wept bitterly, and they also understood that the children could not come back, and they all regretted that they did not stop those children at that time.

"Before the mysterious and unknown strength, how weak human beings were, they didn't even have the ability to resist, they didn't have great strength, and in the face of such things, they only had helplessness, remorse, or paralyzed themselves, telling themselves that they were invincible, and making excuses for themselves. You see, this is human!"

The old demon of Montenegro looked coldly at the villagers who were carrying sticks and hoes, and walked back to the village with their heads down, frustrated, worried, scared, and painful, with different expressions written on their faces.

"Because you're not human!" Ning Wuqian replied to the old demon of Montenegro.

The old demon of Montenegro felt the anger and murderous intent in Ning Wuji's heart, and shut up.

"Mr. Ning, let's go quickly, if Uncle Hu is not satisfied, he will come ashore to catch people!"

Ning Wujian glanced at the lake, clenched his fists, followed the villagers back, and caught up with the old fisherman with pale hair, "Old village chief, what's going on with the lake uncle?"

The old fisherman sighed, "This is a long story, Mr. is a scholar, may not believe in ghosts and gods, there are rumors of Hubo by Dongting Lake, during the Spring and Autumn Period of the Qin Dynasty and the Warring States Period, here is Yunmeng Daze of Chu State, and later the Sanlu doctor Qu Yuan threw himself into the Miluo River and died, and the body flowed into Dongting Lake along the river, there was a koi fish in this lake, which ate his body, turned into Dongting Lake Bo, and divided Dongting Lake with the Dragon King of Dongting. ”

"Every autumn fishing, you have to sacrifice to Hu Bo, otherwise, you will encounter danger, this year because of the war, the government looted a lot of money, the sacrifice is much less, I don't want to provoke Hu Bo's anger. Woe to God, Woe to God......"

The old fisherman sighed, "Every time the Dragon Boat Festival is held, it also means to sacrifice Dr. Qu, and there is also the meaning of sacrificing to Hubo, and Hubo is satisfied, and there will be a bumper harvest in the year." ”

"It turned out to be a demon cultivator who cultivated Shinto, no wonder Benjun felt familiar. The old demon of Montenegro smiled darkly.

Back at home, Ning Wuqian asked, "What Shinto?"

The old demon of Montenegro turned into an illusory body and floated in the house, "In ancient times, when human beings first appeared, they were very weak, and almost all of them were the blood food of powerful demons. After the demons were discovered, they sheltered these humans and became the gods of mountains, rivers, and lakes......"

"In ancient times, some large human tribes sacrificed to the mountains and stones, and a god will gradually appear, bringing together the thoughts of the tribe, enjoying the incense sacrifice of the tribe, and protecting the human beings of the tribe, this is Shinto, which is somewhat similar to the incense of Buddhism, the golden body of Buddhism is the incense condensation, and some powerful Shinto spiritual objects can also be transformed into shapes and show spirituality, and there are also demon cultivators and qi refiners who independently condense incense and practice Shinto, and the lake god in Dongting Lake should be the latter, practicing Shinto, and the incense sacrificed by fishermen is needed. ”

Ning Wuwu nodded and looked at the old demon of Black Mountain, "You used to also cultivate the Divine Dao?"

"Naturally not, the cultivation of Shinto requires the condensation of a large amount of incense, pure thoughts, and sacrificial thoughts contain a lot of miscellaneous thoughts, which will impact the soul of the monks, and many monks just make a clay body to enjoy the incense for themselves, and the body does not dare to bear the huge karma of the people. Anyway, Shinto is very complicated, and you may come into contact with it in the future, and then you will know the way of Shinto. There was a mountain god in the original Black Mountain, who practiced Shinto, and was killed by me. ”

The old demon of Montenegro glanced at Ning Wuji, "You don't want to kill that Hubo, do you?"

"Hu Bo is here to force people to sacrifice and devour human beings, how can he be a god for such an act?"

Ning Wuji's eyes flashed, not to mention that the dead children were still his students, although they had only been together for half a year, this group of innocent and lovely children made him feel the joy of childhood that he did not have.

"The lake god condenses incense, how to say that it is also the realm of transforming gods, it is not easy for you to kill him. ”

The old demon of Montenegro smiled, Ning Wuqian wanted to kill people, he naturally would not object, being a monster, how could he be as timid as a human being?

"Isn't there still a dragon king in Dongting Lake? Since the north and south of Dongting Lake are divided, there must be a lot of disharmony between this dragon king and Hu Bo, it just so happens that my life experience has something to do with Dongting Lake, and the dragon king in Dongting Lake should know something. ”

The old demon of Montenegro smiled faintly, not reckless, not impulsive, but a little scheming.

"The Dragon King of Dongting Lake is also a dragon king, how can you see it if you see it. ”

"I naturally have a way!"

Ning Wuqian closed his eyes and sat quietly, the old demon of the Black Mountain glanced at Ning Wuji, shook his head slightly, and stopped talking.

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