Chen Xiu's eyes were slightly narrowed, his gaze was deep, and he was a little more speculative.
Whether it's a human sacrifice or a sacrifice to the gods of the mountains and wilderness, he doesn't care!
However, if it is a sacrifice to the evil god, it is worth pondering.
When the Sui Dynasty was founded, Emperor Wen and Taizu, under the protection of Buddhist arhats, cut down mountains and destroyed temples, and wiped out the sea to worship evil gods.
With the tyranny of Buddhism, there shouldn’t be any fish caught, right?
"Honor the Dragon God!"
The shaman held sandalwood and chanted incantations in ancient and obscure words. People from all directions fell to their knees and worshiped with concentration.
"Brother Mo, are there still some doubts in Xiu's heart? Do the shamans in this land of Sichuan and Sichuan have chanted such incantations for generations?" Chen Xiu suddenly spoke, his expression a little deeper and gloomier.
Mo Zongshu frowned slightly and said slowly: "Master Hou, you are really making things difficult for me. The land of Sichuan and Sichuan is really too vast, with endless dialects and folk customs. I only understand two or three of them, I'm afraid. It’s an old saying from the countryside.”
Yeah?
The corners of Chen Xiu's mouth raised slightly, revealing a sneer: "But, I understand!"
Boom——
Between the rivers, there was a huge splash of water, causing the ground to tremble a bit.
"Dragon, Lord Dragon is angry!!" The wizard suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.
The turbid Jiao River was washed by waves, the rolling river water bombarded the rocks, and violently shook the ancient bridge in the distance, which was on the verge of collapse.
"Wang, Mr. Wang, your sins are really too heavy. Even if you are willing to donate bridges to repair roads and accumulate merit, Mr. Dragon King, the luck-protecting dragon king in this river, is not willing to forgive you." The wizard sighed. , seems quite helpless.
Mr. Wang, who had a big belly and was dressed in gorgeous clothes, panicked for a moment, and his voice trembled a little: "Then, what should I do? You must save me!"
"That's not necessary. It's just that you don't have the sincerity, Mr. Wang." The gods, witches and monsters said with a smile.
Mr. Wang's expression changed, and he deliberately lowered his voice: "Please make it clear."
The wizard's eyes rolled slightly, and he showed a charming smile, pointing in the distance: "Have you seen that ancient bridge? Under that bridge, there is a dragon-slaying sword, which is used to suppress the dragons in the river. , but the Taoist master from the past left behind."
"As long as you take the dragon-slaying sword. Even the Dragon King is most afraid of this sword."
Mr. Wang's face turned blue and purple, but finally he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll get it right now."
After saying that, he hummed and ran towards the ancient bridge in the distance.
"Dragon-Slaying Sword?" Chen Xiu murmured softly, with a little confusion in his eyes: "Brother Mo, what does this so-called Dragon-Slaying Sword mean?"
"This is a folk saying here. Legend has it that at the foot of Zhenlong Mountain, there is a corpse of a dragon that was suppressed in order to calm the waves and regulate the rivers. This dragon-slaying sword was hung under this bridge for the Taoist master. It is said that it can stop the wind and waves in rivers." Mo Zongshu said slowly: "I have also seen with my soul that the so-called dragon-slaying sword is a rusty iron sword, which is extremely ordinary."
Is that so?
Chen Xiu held his chin, thinking a little.
In his spiritual feeling, there was only river water and corpses sinking to the bottom under the Jiao River.
The so-called Dragon King may only exist in the mouths of ordinary people.
There was an iron sword hanging on the stone bridge in the distance. He also saw it with his soul. It was an ordinary iron sword that was slowly rusting and almost in tatters.
Mr. Wang struggled to take off the iron sword.
The next moment, hundreds of feet of waves surged up between the turbid Jiao River.
"Mr. Wang, the [Luck-Promoting Dragon King] is afraid. He is threatening you!" The words of the divine witch even had the flavor of fanning the flames.
There was a bit of confusion in his words: "What are you going to do?"
Mr. Wang's face became extremely gloomy, and he slowly said: "What should I do? I remember that you said that there is a last resort, right?"
"Of course. But it depends on whether you are willing to part with it or not!" The gods, witches and monsters laughed, and said mysteriously: "Even the Dragon King is willing to accept soft things rather than hard words! You, just hold the Dragon-Slaying Sword in your hand and give it to him Just give the statue of God a knife and everything will be fine!!"
But!
Mr. Wang gritted his teeth slightly.
He knows what is in that statue better than anyone else!
"You can't be soft-hearted. Some things can be regained; but your life is gone. That will be troublesome. After all, the current Dragon King will never get angry again." Shenwu encouraged.
Mr. Wang was cruel, a bit of blood appeared in his eyes, and his fat and big-eared face was full of ferocity.
Holding the dragon-slaying sword in his hand, it was about to be chopped down.
"master--"
A shrill wail sounded.
The huge altar became quiet for a moment.
A woman with disheveled hair and scars jumped out from the crowd, crying and shouting: "Master! She is your own flesh and blood, how can you bear it?"
Countless gazes instantly fell on the statue.
Could it be said that inside that...
"Shut up!! Do you want to watch me die?" Mr. Wang looked a little crazy, holding the Dragon Slayer Sword and slashing it down.
锔——
The sound of gold and iron sounded.
Mo Zongshu held the dragon-slaying sword with a gloomy face and said coldly: "You are really a beast for using your own daughter as a sacrifice!!"
He knocked over Mr. Wang with a slap, his cold gaze fell on the witch, and said sternly: "Who are you? How dare you confuse the public with such monstrous words!"
The gods, witches and monsters laughed and said loudly: "Fathers and fellow villagers! Do you really think that Mr. Wang is doing it for himself? He is doing it for everyone!"
His eyes fell on the crowd and shouted: "Mr. Zhou, do you know why your grandson was born blind?"
The crowd immediately booed!
"Wang San, do you know why you always lose every bet and lose all your wealth?"
"Mr. Bai, do you know why you are being insulted?"
The wizard took a deep breath and spoke with emotion: "It's all because of the fault of [Dragon King of Luck Protection]! Now, Mr. Wang will act for everyone! You see, the Dragon King couldn't sit still, so he sent people to cause trouble!!"
For a time, the onlookers were all talking.
Soon, all misfortunes were blamed on the Dragon King.
The flames also burned Mo Zongshu's body!
"Go away, we don't welcome you!" Whoever it was, threw a rock at Mo Zongshu.
Gradually, the curses were accompanied by flying stones!
Mo Zongshu stared at the angry people and suddenly fell silent for a while.
"See? The people are stupid and they won't listen if you try to reason with them." A slightly joking voice sounded.
Chen Xiu said calmly: "Isn't it normal for gambling to lose money? It's natural to be scolded for being disrespectful! You need to pay for the sins you have done. At this time, it is really ridiculous to think of blaming the empty gods. "
"Shut up! Get out of here!" A stone hit him hard.
Chen Xiu sighed softly.
The stone shattered between his eyes.
"I'm no better than Brother Mo, I'm not a good person!" A slow voice sounded.
Pfft——
A stream of blood spurted out.
The moment became extremely silent.
The head rolled to the ground.
"I hope you will be quiet, otherwise, I don't mind being quiet for you." Chen Xiu said calmly.
His eyes fell on the magic witch: "Tell me, are you a member of the devil's path, or an incarnation of the demon clan?"
"Or maybe it was transformed into a ghost from the underworld!"
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