"The tombs, the wine glasses, the gold and silver paper horses were all burned to ashes. Oh my, they were all burned to ashes and given to Master Shui..."
While the military vehicle was driving, Qin Jue heard an intermittent folk tune coming from the window.
"parking."
Qin Feng immediately stepped on the brakes, reached under the driver's seat, took out a sharp steel knife, and looked out the window with a tiger-like gaze.
Qin Jue opened the car door and saw a white-haired old man burning yellow paper on the bank of the Yangtze River. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed toward the Yangtze River while muttering obscure and weird words.
"Master Shui, please stay safe and hope that there will be no floods in the coming year. I'm babbling. Xiaobaicai is bursting with tears. She's crying and looking for her parents. Who are my parents? Master Shui is our father and mother... ."
The old man's mumbling movements came to an abrupt end when a pair of military boots appeared beside him. He raised his weathered face with an almost frightened expression. His lips trembled and he could not speak, but his face quickly turned pale.
"Are you here to pay homage to Master Shui?" The tall and powerful Qin Feng looked down from above and said, "Don't you know that that weird thing killed thousands of my Daxia soldiers!?"
The old man panicked and quickly kowtowed to Peng Peng of the Yangtze River.
"I'm sorry, Master Shui. I'm sorry. I didn't bring people here on purpose. It's none of my business. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry..."
The old man seemed frightened.
Qin Jue's eyes became more and more solemn. He looked up at the broad surface of the Yangtze River, and the murderous intention in his eyebrows became more intense. A big snake that became a spirit actually became a master who was feared and respected by the people. This was simply unbelievable to him. What an insult!
"Qin Feng, take him away."
After Qin Jue said that, he walked straight towards the Yangtze River.
The old man seemed to be crazy, crawling around and grabbing Qin Jue's ankle. He begged with tears: "Sir, military master, don't go. It's us ordinary people who will suffer if you go... ..."
Qin Jue looked back, his eyes compassionate and angry.
"Our ancestors have lived on boats for generations. We are all water ghosts on the Yangtze River. We know how to treat Master Shui." The old man was still pleading: "As long as we burn gold and silver for Master Shui, Master Shui will not hurt us, but if someone If you disturb Master Shui, everyone on the three-hundred-mile water boat will suffer."
Qin Jue turned around, half-crouched, and asked: "How many survivors are there in the Yangtze River Basin?"
"A lot of people are hiding, a lot."
"Is Mr. Shui a big snake?"
"Ah!" The old man looked extremely frightened for a moment. He kowtowed and bowed at a loss: "You can't say that, Master Shui will hear it. Master Shui, please apologize to Master Shui and beg for mercy. Come with me!"
The old man pulled Qin Jue's trousers, trying to make Qin Jue kneel on the ground and kowtow like him.
Qin Jue sighed silently. These folk customs and monsters that were entrenched all over the country used to only exist in word of mouth. Now, once they come to life, they have become giant monsters that weigh on the hearts of the local people.
Those powerful monsters tower over the sky, and these little shrimps have become the gods of the common people.
"Is there any way you can get Mr. Shui to come out?"
In order not to irritate the old man any more, Qin Jue changed his story to Master Shui.
The old man's eyes were filled with horror: "Master, what do you want to do?"
"Since it is your fairy, I will give you something so that it can take good care of you."
"Really?"
"Um."
The old man stood up and suddenly pointed at Qin Jue and yelled: "Why are you lying to me! You are all the same. You all want to kill Master Shui, but you will all fail. Then we Yangtze people will have to pay for it, and the same goes for those troops in Jiangbei." , I beat the master once, but thousands of us Yangtze River people died, and every house was covered with white silk!"
"I'm telling you, it's impossible. I can't tell you even if I die..."
"I'm Qin Jue." Qin Jue introduced himself calmly.
The old man was stunned for a moment. Even if he had no contact with modern times, he still knew the name Qin Jue.
"Are you... Chief of General Staff?" The old man's lips trembled.
"Well, ID." Qin Jue took out his military ID card.
The glaring rank of general and the word "Qin Jue" in the name box made the old man kneel down on the spot, as if all his defenses and fears had been removed, and he was weeping in pain like a helpless child.
"The Chief of General Staff is actually the Chief of General Staff..."
"I'm so old that my eyesight is dizzy. I'm so old that I still have no eyesight..."
The old man slapped himself in the face.
Qin Jue grabbed it and asked calmly: "Now, can you tell me how to call Master Shui out?"
The old man suddenly looked around with a sly look and lowered his voice: "Chief of General Staff, you can't speak loudly here, it will hear you. Follow me..."
The old man took Qin Jue away from the riverside, and after crossing a complex depression, they came to a fishermen gathering place. This place was far away from the river bank and close to the inland. There were many simple wooden houses with people coming and going, and the smell of fish was strong.
Upon learning that the legendary Chief of General Staff had arrived, the fishermen were extremely excited and rushed over one after another.
Looking at the dark figure at the door, the old man smiled awkwardly.
"Chief of General Staff, they are a little excited, don't worry."
Qin Jue glanced outside calmly and said, "It's okay. I came here to give you some daily necessities to ensure the daily life of the fishermen."
There are many people with mixed eyes, Qin Jue didn't tell the truth, and the old man knew it well, so he closed the door on the pretext that the chief of general staff needed to rest.
"Actually, it's absolutely safe here." The old man whispered: "The fishermen here are all my old friends for decades. We all respect Master Shui on the surface, but secretly, everyone wants to eat Master Shui alive. .”
"Well, tell me how to call it out."
"Burn gold and silver, burn enough gold and silver!" The old man whispered: "A few years ago, when I was a young man, there was a landowner who burned a whole box of silver to worship Master Shui, and burned it into silver water. Pour it into the river, and from then on, the landowner would return with a full load every time he went out on the boat, and even caught those rare fish species, and he became rich and wealthy for many years."
"At that time, money was being burned. Did you see Mr. Shui?"
"Let me think about it..." The old man frowned and murmured to himself: "I think I saw it at the bottom of the water. When the silver water poured down, something very black and thick seemed to appear, but it was also Just for a moment, and then disappeared... Over the years, many people have said that they have seen Master Shui, and I don't know whether it is true or not, but in short, through those people's descriptions, I feel that Master Shui... ....It just keeps getting bigger and bigger.”
