That plaintive voice kept coming, constantly beating the hearts of everyone in the temple.
The accompanying cries came one after another, mercilessly slapping everyone in the temple on the face.
Others would rather sacrifice themselves and be burned to death for you, just to look at you.
With sobs and complaints, are you, Zhao Ping, really so heartless?
Zhao Ping's expression became unnatural, and Cuizhu's expression changed even more.
The other party didn't make a fuss, but used another form of forcing her to go to the palace.
She puts herself in a weak position and constantly exploits everyone's sympathy to force you to accept her.
And there is really a pile of firewood outside, but I don’t know whether the sacrifice is genuine or not?
Suddenly everyone was shocked: "The auspicious time has come, light the fire!"
In less than a cup of tea, the choking smoke continued to drift from outside, and someone began to cough.
At the same time, the festive sound of the suona disappeared and was replaced by the sound of Taoist priests chanting in the water and land dojo.
"It's not good, it's really starting to burn outside." Zhao Long said while coughing.
While burning human sacrifices, Zhao Long and Wang Guo'er looked at each other as their senior sisters.
The two of them smiled bitterly at each other and shook their heads. They really didn't know what to do. Saving people is not not saving people?
The two of them couldn't help but look at Zhao Ping together. The key now is Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping watched the two people looking at him and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
I don't have the hobby of collecting beautiful women, so I don't know why they insisted on sending them here.
Cuizhu can say that she is her childhood sweetheart. The two of them have a deep relationship and have made a private agreement.
If you go to find a woman, you should consider her feelings anyway.
But the matter in front of me was really embarrassing for me. If I didn't save others, I would definitely be burned alive.
If you are burned to death in front of your eyes, your reputation will be ruined.
But what if Cuizhu was offered to save people?
At this time, the smoke outside was getting louder and the choking sounds were getting louder and louder.
Zhao Long and Wang Guo'er covered their noses and said, "Xiao Langjun, if you don't take action, people will really be burned to death."
Zhao Ping gritted his teeth and said to Cuizhu, who was still sobbing: "Cuizhu, I have to get out. If I don't get out, someone will really die."
Cuizhu looked at Zhao Ping. Her eyes were red and tears kept flowing out.
She thought for a while and said, "Little Langjun, it's better for me to go out and save people."
Cuizhu took a look and realized that he had to save people in this situation, otherwise it would be detrimental to Xiao Langjun's reputation.
But if you save people, you have to save them yourself so that you can take the initiative.
When Cuizhu came out, he saw a young lady wearing a bright red wedding dress who had passed out on top of the pyre.
Surrounded by a group of Taoist priests sitting on their respective futons, they were chanting words to create a land and water dojo for their love rival.
The pyre was burning from one side, but luckily it was burning from the bottom.
If Cuizhu didn't come, the fire would soon come up, and she would be unable to save anyone at that time.
But the firewood was not dry at this time, and thick smoke kept coming out, making it very likely that she would be knocked down.
What to do, the only option is to take the risk.
She took a deep breath, held it in, and ran toward the pyre.
Fortunately, this little lady is not heavy, so it is not difficult for her to pick her up.
An unexpected thing happened. Cuizhu had just picked her up when she suddenly heard a voice that she least wanted to hear: "Master, you are finally here."
After saying that, the little lady fainted again. Officer, Cuizhu heard this voice and almost dropped this person from his hands.
I am not your official, I am your love rival, Cuizhu thought bitterly.
At this time, thick smoke came out again, making Cuizhu dizzy and almost collapsed.
She gathered her energy and hugged this love rival with both hands.
Cuizhu jumped down from the firewood pile with Yumohua in her arms, but was held back by two young Taoist priests: "Stop, who are you?"
Cuizhu hugged Yu Mohua, looked at the two of them coldly, and said coldly: "I am the maid of the little Thunder God, and I am here to save this little lady."
The two Taoist priests looked at each other. They specialized in maintaining the dojo and intercepted those who came to destroy the dojo.
They can stop others, but this one is the maid of the Little Thunder God, what should they do?
The two couldn't help but look at a group of elders and ask them what they should do.
The elder named Chen Guangze waved his hand and said to the Taoist priest: "She is the maid of the Little Thunder God. The little lady was originally sacrificed to the Little Thunder God."
The two of them didn't expect that the little God of Thunder would have a maid, but the little God of Thunder in the Temple of Thunder was obviously a statue. When did he have a maid?
Could it be, could it be, that the little Thunder God is said to be really inside?
They were both excited and regretful. They were excited that Zhao Ping was a disciple of the Immortal. Unfortunately, they were not from the same school as Zhao Ping.
No matter these, as long as you believe in Taoism, it's fine.
After all, they were not willing to burn such a delicate little lady alive.
Several elders looked at each other, with both regret and relief in their eyes.
They were relieved that someone finally came to save the bride. Unfortunately, this person was not Zhao Ping.
Several elders shook their heads, wondering what would happen to these brides, but at least they were saved.
Chen Guangze said to this group of bewildered Taoist priests: "Please withdraw the Taoist temple."
All the Taoist priests were puzzled, but their master told them to withdraw, so they had no choice but to withdraw.
"Blow the suona, blow it, blow it!" The Taoist priests retired sadly and were replaced by cheerful musicians.
Suddenly, the joyful suona started playing again.
When the crying sounds of young men and women stop, it is unlucky to cry. They still know this taboo.
Those who were watching the excitement outside, especially the boys and girls, did not expect this ending.
They were both jealous and happy. They were happy that the bride finally didn't have to sacrifice, but they were jealous that she had such good luck.
They all know that the Little Thunder God is Zhao Ping, who is famous all over the world in both civil and military affairs, and is also the chief registrar of Chengdu Mansion.
Perhaps, this is the best ending for the copycat flower.
The young ladies present were thinking that instead of marrying him, they would be willing to be his maids.
The opportunity to be a maid is the next best thing. As long as I can see him, I am willing to do so, and I feel very happy.
But why wasn't I on the pyre just now? Why didn't I think of this?
If I wasn't afraid of fire, wouldn't I have entered the Zhao family now?
In the temple, after Cuizhu went out, Zhao Ping kept walking inside.
Zhao Ping was worried about whether Cuizhu was affected by the fire, and also worried about whether the little lady was really burned to death.
If he is burned to death, he will definitely have a reputation of being unsympathetic and unjust.
Hearing the sound of the suona outside, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhao Ping didn't notice that Guo Jing, who was concentrating on looking at the Thunder God and Lightning Mother, showed a smile.
On the anxious road, Zhao Ping saw Cuizhu coming in with a little lady similar to her.
This little lady was wearing an extremely festive red dress and had a red hijab on her face.
Zhao Ping greeted him and asked affectionately: "Cuizhu, are you okay?"
"You're not here for me, right? It's better to look at this little lady." Cuizhu said with a cold smile.
Zhao Ping smiled awkwardly and said: "No, I was afraid that you would have an accident, so I came here to see you."
After Zhao Ping finished speaking, he kept looking at Cuizhu and at the same time looked at this little lady.
Fortunately, nothing else happened except that the person was unconscious, and Zhao Ping finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Cuizhu didn't know what Zhao Ping was thinking, and her heart suddenly felt sour, and tears flowed out immediately.
He almost died in the fire in order to save her, but this was his love rival.
He risked his own life to save her, not knowing whether it was right or wrong.
She immediately put the little lady on the chair, wiped her tears, and said coldly: "The jade is returned to Zhao, and it has lived up to the trust."
After saying this, she suddenly regretted it. After she said that the jade would be returned to Zhao, didn't she give this bride to Zhao Ping?
Thinking of this, her tears suddenly welled up like spring water.
She didn't notice that when she said that the jade was returned to Zhao, everyone in the temple breathed a sigh of relief.
If this little lady is burned to death here, it will not only be detrimental to Zhao Ping, it will also be detrimental to the Thunder Temple, and it will be even more detrimental to the village.
The most beautiful flowers in a cottage were burned to death here, so it must be a taboo place. Who else would come here to burn incense and pay tribute?
Eternal Shanzhai is even more shameless. Even if you, the most beautiful flower, are burned to death, no one will want you. This shows that the status of Shanzhai is low and how incompetent the people in Shanzhai are.
Guo Jing and Miao Zhu stepped forward and saluted Cuizhu together, expressing their gratitude.
Cuizhu was still angry at first, but she was baffled when she saw the two people coming to thank her.
After some explanations from them, I realized that everything I had done was of such great significance, and I felt better.
Cuizhu looked at the motionless Yu Mohua on the chair and said, "Xing is already awake, why are you pretending to be comatose?"
Yu Mohua actually started to wake up after jumping from the firewood pile, but she was too embarrassed to open her eyes, so she had to close them tightly.
Now she carefully smoothed the red wedding dress and came to Cuizhu. She knelt down respectfully and bowed deeply.
"My sister's life-saving grace will never be forgotten by my family." She made a sound like an oriole.
Cuizhu ignored her and stared at her wedding dress, almost bursting with anger.
I'm not even wearing wedding clothes, but you wear them to show off. Aren't you looking down on me?
Thinking of this, Cuizhu couldn't help but burst into tears.
Seeing Cuizhu's tears flowing out, no matter how stupid Yu Mohua is, she knows that Cuizhu is jealous of her happy outfit.
She was secretly proud in her heart and said: "This life of the slave family was saved by my sister and can be taken away at any time."
Cuizhu still ignored her and kept wiping her tears.
"The Nu family is not competing with my sister for favor. The Nu family is here to save Weng Weng." Yu Mohua said with a low eyebrow.
You keep calling officials outside, aren't you trying to compete for favor? Cuizhu wanted to kick her away.
"The Nu family came to Weng Weng for help. After Weng Weng was rescued, the Nu family died without regrets." Yu Mohua still said with a low eyebrow, "I don't regret it even if I am burned to death."
Cuizhu didn't know whether Yu Mohua's words were true or false, so she couldn't help but look at Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but frown. He didn't know whether this little lady was telling the truth or a lie, so he asked, "Why do you want to save Weng Weng?"
