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Guo Jing saluted Dian Mu again and looked at Zhao Ping and Dian Mu.
He smiled at Cuizhu and said, "Shao Yingling, isn't the Mother of Lightning beautiful?"
Cuizhu came back to his senses and found the Mother of Lightning, who was indeed kind and beautiful, no less than Guanyin.
But Cuizhu had a very strange feeling in her heart, always feeling a little inexplicable.
Cuizhu looked at the statues of Thunder God, Lightning Mother and Xiao Langjun, and finally discovered the source of this feeling.
The Thunder Goddess and the Young Master are in a temple. Don’t they look like a family?
Cuizhuba was looking at Lei Zhenzi and Guo Jing, and felt that it was appropriate to replace Xiao Langjun with Guo Jing, but she could never say this.
After all, from the bottom of her heart, she still likes statues of her husband to be everywhere.
Cuizhu thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Guo Dianshi, how do you build a Thunder Temple here?"
Guo Jinggong saluted Zhao Ping respectfully and said: "Because Zhao Guanren used the Thunder God's fire to knock down the stronghold, of course it is the Little Thunder God."
Guo Jing was not a soldier. He was on business inside the Shanzhai Yamen when he heard several thunderous thunders, and the impregnable gate of the Shanzhai was blown open.
In fact, not only he thinks so, but the villagers in the village also think so.
Moreover, people who were at the gate of the cottage and the inner city gate at that time witnessed it with their own eyes. Everyone told everyone that the officials used lightning and thunder to blow open the gate of the cottage.
With the vivid legends of these villagers, the whole village knew about it.
Although Zhao Ping didn't come, he used the thunder god's fire to defeat Huang Zhizhao, who charged a high price for protection.
Not only did he build a village, he also set up a teahouse on the mountain, allowing villagers to grow marketable monster yams and yams.
Zhao Ping is not only the god of thunder, but also the god of water. Otherwise, why would a reservoir be built here?
After hearing Guo Jing's nagging, Zhao Ping finally understood.
The devil Huang Zhizhao has been oppressing the people in the village for a long time, making them extremely poor.
Zhao Ping not only defeated Huang Zhizhao with the fire of thunder and lightning, but also sent wealth like the God of Wealth.
Although the people in Chunpu Village are illiterate, they are very grateful.
They have regarded Zhao Ping as their patron saint from the bottom of their hearts, and they gave a statue of Zhao Ping here to express their gratitude.
Zhao Ping couldn't laugh or cry at the same time, while feeling emotional for the villagers' innocence.
Thinking of this, Zhao Ping had no choice but to say to Guo Jing: "Guo Dianshi, thank you for your hard work."
Guo Jing and Taoist Master Taier finally heaved a sigh of relief and finally didn't hit the horse's hoof.
At this time, the sound of gongs, drums and suonas came from outside, and they came from far and near.
Zhao Ping found it strange that this seemed to be someone getting married. Not only were the sounds and instruments full of joy, but there was also the sound of a little lady crying.
But why did this voice come to the Thunder Temple?
The matter is not over yet. Not only did these sounds come at the Thor Temple, they stopped outside the temple. The gongs, drums and suonas kept playing outside.
Listening to this voice, it seems that people in the temple need to go out to greet him.
Seeing that the people in the temple did not go out to greet him, the suona outside kept urging the people inside the temple to go out to greet him.
Could it be that Miao Zhu came to consummate the wedding, but he had never heard of a Taoist priest getting married?
what on earth is it? Zhao Ping and Cuizhu couldn't help but look towards the temple to Zhu Taier.
Taoist Master Taier shook his head. He saluted Zhao Ping and said, "Guan Zhao, Xiaodao doesn't know what's going on?"
Zhao Ping looked towards Guo Jing, only to see him staring intently at the Duke of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning.
Zhao Ping didn't care much and said to Zhao Long and Wang Guo'er: "Go out and see what's going on?"
Zhao Long and Wang Guo'er went out for a cup of tea, and then they hurried in.
The two of them were panting and their expressions changed greatly.
"Xiao Langjun, firewood is being set up outside, and they are preparing to burn people alive." Zhao Long choked while pointing to the outside of the temple. Wang Guo'er's eyes leaked and he said in pain: "What a pity for such a beautiful little lady, she will be burned alive by them."
"Xiao Langjun, why are those people so cruel?" Zhao Long started sobbing and couldn't help but said: "Xiao Langjun, go out and save that little lady."
Seeing Zhao Ping's confused look, Wang Guo'er said to Cuizhu: "Sister Cuizhu, go and save that little lady. If you go out again, that little lady will be burned to death."
"Slow down!" Zhao Ping walked back and forth in the hall a few times, feeling that there seemed to be something strange here.
Because this thing didn't happen sooner or later, but it happened now.
But he couldn't tell what was strange.
Zhao Ping said to Wang Guo'er and Wang Guo'er who were sweating profusely: "Go out and see why they burn people alive?"
The two of them were already anxious and ran out immediately after hearing this.
Less than a cup of tea time, the two ran back out of breath.
Wang Guo'er looked at Cuizhu and didn't know what to say.
"That little lady is for sacrifice." Zhao Long didn't care anymore, looked at Cuizhu, pointed outside and said.
Human sacrifice is something that only the barbarians can do. There is no such thing as the core of China.
"Who is that little lady being sacrificed to?" Zhao Ping suddenly thought of a key question.
Zhao Long looked at Cuizhu, hesitated again and again, and finally said: "Is that little lady going to be sacrificed to the little God of Thunder?"
"That little Thunder God?" Zhao Ping didn't understand for a moment.
"That little God of Thunder is of course Xiao Langjun." Cuizhu glanced at Zhao Ping bitterly, wondering whether he really didn't know or pretended not to know.
Thinking of this, tears flowed out of her eyes. In order to prevent others from giving Zhao Ping a wife, she tried every means.
She always serves Zhao Ping and follows him everywhere, just not to let other women get close to Zhao Ping.
But despite all the calculations, he never figured out this trick. He actually came up with the idea of human sacrifice.
Thinking of this, she covered her face with her hands and couldn't help crying.
Hearing that her family wanted to give her to a stranger down the mountain, Yu Mohua was about to hang herself.
She is the most coquettish and beautiful flower in the village, and her parents love her very much.
She had many ideas about her future as an official, but she never imagined that she would be someone else's concubine.
Father Yu Qishi was a little reluctant, but finally said resolutely: "This official is none other than Zhao Ping, the world-famous chief administrator of Chengdu Mansion."
"Not only is he both civil and military, but he is also the savior of the village." Mother wiped her tears and said to Yu Mohua.
"Secretary of the Chengdu Palace, you are still very old?" Yu Mohua asked, he should be in his forties or fifties.
"Not big, smaller than you!" Yu Qishi's eyes were full of sparks.
"What? She's younger than my daughter, and she's also the chief secretary of the Chengdu Mansion." Yu Mohua couldn't help but ask, "So what does she look like?"
In fact, she already agreed in her heart, but she still couldn't help but ask.
"Haha, don't worry, this daughter will definitely be worthy of you." Mother looked at Yumohua, wiped her tears and said with a smile.
"Then my daughter agrees." Yu Mohua lowered her head shyly and answered in a voice that only she could hear.
Her father was a little embarrassed and said: "Although my daughter agreed, the other party did not agree."
"What, Zhao Ping didn't agree?" This time Yu Mohua really wanted to commit suicide.
She said just now that she committed suicide because she wanted to reject her parents, but she didn't agree with the person who really satisfied her.
She hid her face and ran towards the boudoir, crying bitterly while hiding her face.
Her mother grabbed her and said, "But it's not impossible."
"What can I do?" The other party is the sun in the sky, and I am just a little star hiding in a corner. The Thunder Temple is built on a hillside. Except for the main entrance, which is a two-acre open space, it is surrounded by pine and cypress trees.
The open space at the main entrance is where the sacrifices are made, and it is already filled with firewood.
Now the surroundings of Thunder Temple are crowded with people, mostly young men and women, no less than a thousand people.
I heard that the most beautiful lady in the village was going to be sacrificed to the little God of Thunder. The people in the village had very complicated emotions.
The men all thought it was a pity that the most beautiful flower in bud in the village was used as a sacrifice.
This is the number one flower in a copycat that every man wants, unless he is a eunuch.
Many young men thought of this and wished they could take her place.
Even if he was sacrificed, at least he would let her know that he loved her.
But she had to sacrifice. The little Thor had done so many things for Shanzhai. It could be said that he was the reborn parent of almost everyone in Shanzhai.
These young men felt so uncomfortable. On the one hand, they were reluctant to part with her, but at the same time, they had to feel sorry for her.
The mood of these young ladies is even more complicated. It turns out that many young ladies think that they are the flowers of the cottage, but they did not expect that they would be outshined by Yu Mohua.
They were all jealous and cursing, wishing that she would die immediately and let themselves take her place.
Perhaps in response to their curse, she was really going to be sacrificed today.
Yu Mohua, wearing a bright red wedding dress and a red hijab, slowly came down from the sedan chair.
She looked calm and looked around carefully.
The suona kept playing, but she felt so empty.
There is only the bride getting married, not the groom to welcome.
There are so many men and women here, are they here to see off their brides?
In front of everyone's gaze, Yu Mohua was sitting on the firewood pile wearing a bright red wedding dress.
When she reached the pyre, she kept whining and crying.
Officer, the slave family has arrived, why don’t you come out and take a look at the slave family?
Officer, I only have you in my heart, and there will never be two of you again in this life.
Official, this slave family will be yours for three lifetimes, and this body will always belong to you.
Official, this slave family will be yours for all eternity, and this heart will always belong to you.
Officer, the slave family has figured everything out, are you reluctant to come and take a look at it?
Officer, if you don't come, they will light a fire.
Officer, are you really willing to let them burn the slave family alive?
Officer, they have started to light the fire, don’t you know?
Officer, the smoke has come out. Don’t you know they burned the slaves’ homes?
Official, I have figured it out. Even if I can't get your heart, I would rather be burned to death here.
Officer, I will burn you to death here, making you feel guilty for the rest of your life and giving you no peace forever.
Officials, when the slave family dies and comes to hell, they must remember that you are Zhao Ping, a talented man who is world-famous for both civil and military skills.
Officer, I don’t want to drink Meng Po soup, I would rather suffer all the pain and torture in the Wangchuan River, just to take a look at you.
Officer, I don’t want you to remember me, I just want you to remember your appearance.
Officer, if you don't come out, how will the slave family know your appearance?
Official, even if you let the slave family die, the slave family is willing to do so, but you also have to come out and see the slave family, and let the slave family take a look at you.
Officer, the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the Nu family is about to die. Doesn’t this wish of the Nu family also work?
Hearing Yu Mohua's plaintive cry, all the originally jealous ladies couldn't help crying.
She can be said to be a tragedy on the road to tragedy, having to be burned and sacrificed when she was only thirteen years old.
Heaven, please open your eyes and take a look. Is it true that beauties have been so miserable since ancient times?
Even those young men couldn't help crying, because the goddess in their dreams was going to be burned to death.
Not to mention being sacrificed alive, and you can't even look at each other until you die.
