This method of causing the rocks to break apart out of thin air with just a finger was too terrifying. This group of fools were completely frightened. Feng Wuli originally wanted to tell the mother of the girl who was suspected of being a living sacrifice, but she kept doing nothing but Let them save her daughter.
Her daughter is weak and weak and cannot speak clearly.
Feng Wuli grabbed a village chief and came over to question him.
He turned and looked at Wang Xilou.
Aunt Wang immediately signaled, which can be said to be a "little man's success", "My disciple asked you, are you mute? I have already explained everything, otherwise, you will not be able to reap the consequences, do you understand?"
Feng Wuli suddenly felt so embarrassed.
After watching Liangjian for so many times, she learned it clearly.
The village chief hesitated, but finally explained.
He dismissed the villagers, led the two masters and apprentices, and the mother and daughter behind him, to the temple of the Dragon King. After entering the temple, there was a constant flow of incense. A gold statue of a dragon's head and body stood in the temple, full of majesty, and dressed in gold. A wisp of purple clothing.
This small tourist island, which now has an annual tourist flow of 200,000 people, used to be a half-fishing and half-cultivated island with only a few thousand people.
People on the island have lived here for generations.
Sacrifice to the Dragon King
That is a rule passed down from our ancestors.
According to ancestral records, the fishing resources here used to be quite scarce. Even when we went out to sea during the fishing season, all we caught were small fish and shrimps. Then there was a bad year. At that time, we didn’t know where to find a way to feed the dragons in the sea. The prince erected a clay body, built an incense temple, and worshiped the Dragon King.
It is said that on the day the temple was built, it rained so heavily that a real dragon appeared in the clouds and spoke human words from its mouth.
The Dragon King told their ancestors that they should build a temple and set up an incense table to worship Him, and offer pigs and sheep every year during the fishing season. Every thirty years, they need to offer a woman between the ages of fourteen and sixteen to the Dragon King to ensure good weather, fresh fish, and crabs. Fertilizer ensures the safety of fishermen at sea and the prosperity of islanders.
If the Dragon King does not receive the sacrifice, then the Dragon King will ask for forgiveness in the coming year. Naturally, the Dragon King will not come in person, but will flood the entire island and ask all the fishermen on the island to come to his temple to plead guilty.
The ancestors were frightened, but they still did as the Dragon King said.
As a result, from then on, the offshore sea was inexplicably plentiful with fish and harvests.
Therefore, every thirty years, a three- or four-year-old girl of the right age will be selected on the island and raised by the whole village. They will also tell her from an early age that she can serve the Dragon King when she grows up, and finally she will be given to the chosen one. The girl's family has a lot of money.
Feng Wuli glanced at the woman, but she lowered her head and did not dare to look at him.
What kind of mother is this woman? She is just a village woman with many thoughts. Everyone here, including the girl who was used as a sacrifice, is not innocent.
"So you, starting hundreds of years ago, have been offering a young woman every thirty years?" Wang Xilou felt disgusted with this group of people.
"This is, this is the rule set by our ancestors..."
"Just for a monster I've never seen before?"
"I, I have met the Dragon Prince..." The girl said weakly.
Feng Wuli turned around and glanced at her in surprise. This girl had a delicate temperament and a delicate appearance.
She seemed a little afraid of them and said intermittently: "I, I have seen him. Many years ago, I was playing alone at the beach. He had two big blue horns like coral. I asked him if he was a monster, and he told me He is a god..."
Suddenly, the sound of wind and rain outside the door seemed to disappear, and the noisy world suddenly became quiet.
"I told her that I was a god and your Dragon King. She told me that the adults in their family decided to dedicate her to the Dragon King and asked me when I would come and take her away."
Everyone in the temple, including the two masters and apprentices, looked back and saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy walking slowly outside the temple in the wind and rain.
He has white hair and white eyebrows, a face that is prettier than a woman, and two large branch-like horns on his forehead. His crown is a black cloud with red edges and gold threads. Even when he walks in the rain, the corners of his clothes don't get wet. There is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. meaning.
"Ao Ren from the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea, I have met Master Wang Xilou." The young man's voice was clear and clear -
He bowed to Feng Wuli.
Wang Xilou hugged his chest and remained calm.
The village chief and the woman were horrified.
"Monster, monster!"
Seeing this inhuman and strange appearance, when the god they usually bowed their heads to and worshiped actually appeared in front of them, their first reaction was fear.
Ye Gong likes dragons, nothing more than that.
"Hey, you little dragon know me?" Wang Xilou asked, holding his chest.
The young man in Mianfu was stunned and realized that he had admitted the wrong person. The real owner was actually the ordinary woman next to him... who had nothing but beauty.
"When you fought with Mr. Zao Lord, one of the eight overseas fairy mountains that you moved away was my home." His tone was still gentle, and he didn't seem to be annoyed at all.
"Ah, ha, that..." Wang Xilou was so embarrassed.
"It's okay, Xiaolong no longer cares about it." The young man was very considerate.
Wang Xilou could only change the subject and laugh: "My cultivation level is pretty good, I'm almost going to become an immortal."
"Compared with Mr. Wang Xilou, there is a huge difference." He does seem to have a good temper. He is full of energy and has golden eyes. He does not look like those man-eating monsters.
Wang Xilou suddenly remembered and said, "By the way, this temple belongs to you, right? The people here say that they will dedicate a young woman to you every thirty years. What do you say about this? Let me tell you, My apprentice is now a member of the government, and I am half a member of the government. Don’t look at your cultivation level now. Back then, you were only a few steps ahead of me. This apprentice of mine has learned seventy-seven of my abilities. Eighty-eight, if you really made a mistake today, our master and disciples can pretend you didn’t see it for the time being.”
As she spoke, she poked Feng Wuli in the waist with her elbow, turned around and whispered, "This monster is a bit awesome. You may not be an opponent. Please don't start a fight later."
Feng Wuli: "..."
The young man with a faint smile turned his head and glanced at the village chief and the woman.
They now vaguely guessed that such a young but weird monster might be their Dragon King.
"Dragon, Lord Dragon, this year's sacrifice, the sacrifice is here, we, we..."
The young man was not annoyed and said softly: "No words."
The panicked village chief was still talking, but no sound came out when he opened his mouth. It looked like his vocal cords had been left at home.
Feng Wuli felt strange.
Wang Xilou whispered: "It's just a little trick. I want to learn from the master and teach you."
"I don't have a Yangshen."
"Yes!"
Feng Wuli glanced at her.
If he learns this trick, guess who will be the first to use it?
The way a certain zombie is so angry and speaks without any sound is very funny.
Ao Ren looked over and explained unhurriedly: "It's like this. Back then, Xiaolong was practicing in this area, and he discovered this small fishing village when he caught a wisp of incense coming from it.
I brought clouds and rain for them, and drove schools of fish. To me, these were just random things, but they treated me like gods. I found it interesting, so I often came to the island to see how these little dragons were regarded as gods. Divine human beings.
I met several fishermen at that time, and they also taught me many things about human beings. Although they regarded me as a god, I regarded them as good friends.
It was a very happy time.
Later, several friends passed away one after another.
I never came to this island again.
I also followed the instructions and looked at the descendants of my friends.
They gradually became rich, and the sacrifices gradually changed from fish, rice and tea to pig and sheep wine, from three earth incense sticks to everlasting incense, from a small earthen altar to this temple with red pillars and blue tiles, from a slope of loess The statue of the god turned into the statue of the Dragon King now coated with gold powder.
But I don’t know when, a young woman appeared among the sacrifices sent.
I came to the island again and took a look from a distance. The sacrifice fire lasted for three days and three nights, and I heard their various wishes.
It's just that they are no longer the few small fish that friends prayed for in the past.
It's something that even I can't give.
They want yellow and white things, a career as a scholar, jewelry, and slaves. Their son-in-law wants his father-in-law to die so that he can occupy his farm. If his wife wants her husband to die, then she will choose a job. What do you mean, mom, I will take you to the beach to watch the sunrise. In the end, it was just that the son didn’t want to support his mother, so he pushed him off the cliff, one wave after another.
They thought that the more valuable the offering was, the more wishes they would have come true, and eventually they even started sending teenage girls over.
I was speechless.
But I still picked up the girls who were sent to the sea.
I picked up these girls who were treated as living sacrifices by the villagers, taught them the six arts of a gentleman, taught them music, chess, calligraphy and painting, taught them reading, writing, etiquette, and recognition of people. Finally, if they wanted to study medicine, I sent them to the last place in the world. A good medical clinic will help her make friends with literati from all over the world if she wants to write a book. If she wants to get married, she will find a good husband for her. "
Ao Ren smiled, looked at the woman who was rescued by Feng Wuli, and said, "So, one of the purposes of my visit this time is to pick up my girl."
If there are any readers from Gulangyu Island, please contact Marseille privately! I just made it up, it's just a parallel world with the same name, right! That's it! Also, I want to write about the main line here, but because it has always been too daily, I don’t know if writing the main line will be too abrupt. If I can’t write the main line, I may really have to downplay the main line, and then I can only focus on daily progress in the future. It's over.
(End of chapter)
