"Chang Fa, why don't you understand?"
"Your son Xiaobao has died a long time ago, and the one you hold in your arms is just a body."
"Even this body cannot live indefinitely. In three years at most, he will completely turn into a dead thing."
In the dark night, an old face was hidden in the darkness, and only a cold voice echoed.
The man put his head on the ground, hugged Xiaobao tightly, and cried sadly.
"I know, but he is my son no matter what!"
"You agreed with me to do this at the beginning, why do you regret it now?"
The man in the darkness was silent for a long time before speaking again.
"Things have changed, and I have no choice but to do so."
"And if I miss today, I don't know that I may never have the chance to fulfill my long-cherished wish in this life."
After the old man finished speaking, seven or eight strong men suddenly emerged from all around. They wore yellow scarves on their heads and yellow silk waistbands. Their eyes were indifferent. They stepped forward and pulled the man away. At the same time, they held Xiaobao and handed him to the person who had spoken earlier. .
Xiaobao looked at the old face in the darkness with some curiosity, and after a moment, he shouted softly in a childish voice.
"Grandpa the village chief!"
The old village chief walked out of the dark night with a gentle smile on his face.
He reached out and touched Xiaobao's face, but said nothing.
When he looked at the man on the ground, his expression became cold again.
"I won't say anything unnecessary. You are also a descendant of my Zhang family. If it wasn't a last resort, if Xiaobao hadn't become like this, I wouldn't have done anything to this child."
"It's best if you can figure this out. If you can't figure it out, then think about it slowly. If it doesn't work in one year, then it will be ten years. If it doesn't work in ten years, then it will be a lifetime."
The old village chief's words were as cold as ice, with no emotion mixed in them.
After these words, a burst of applause suddenly came from the dark night, attracting everyone's attention.
Facing everyone's gaze, Jiang slowly walked under the light and faced everyone. Behind him was Xiao Mei, who was following closely.
Xiao Mei looked at the actions of the people around her, and when she looked at the old village chief, her eyes were spitting fire.
She heard clearly what the two of them were talking about before, but she never expected that the one who was causing trouble behind this would be the old village chief.
"Old village chief, Zhang Fusheng, I now declare that you have been arrested and tell your people to give up resistance, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
The old village chief burst out laughing after listening to Xiao Mei's words.
"You little girl, you are still as innocent as ever."
"You don't really think that with just a few words from you, we can get away with it, do you?"
"You don't think that with just a few words from you, the opportunity that the Zhang family has been waiting for for more than half a century has been missed, right?"
The old village chief Zhang Fusheng smiled wantonly, and even burst into tears in the end.
Xiao Mei's face turned red and she was about to step forward to speak, but was stopped by Jiang Qi.
"Don't be impulsive, you can't deal with these people."
There was caution in Jiang Qi's words. Even Xiao Mei had never heard Jiang Qi speak in such a tone before.
At this moment, Jiang Qi's attention was all focused on the dress of the old village chief Zhang Fusheng.
Wearing a yellow Bagua robe, a yellow scarf on his head, and yellow silk around his waist, he held a nine-section staff in his hand. He looked completely different from what he had seen before.
"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will bring good luck to the world!"
Jiang Qi read out a verse naturally.
"I didn't expect anyone would remember this now."
The old village chief was a little surprised by Jiang Qi's reaction. He was not surprised that Jiang Qi knew this verse, but he was a little surprised when the other party directly linked it to this verse after seeing their attire.
"I thought the world had forgotten us."
Zhang Fusheng sighed with complicated eyes.
Jiang Qi was unmoved.
"How could I forget? The remnants of Taiping Dao, almost all the righteous monks still remember you."
Jiang Qi said seriously.
As far as he knew, whether it was Longhushan, Quanzhen Taoism, or other Taoist traditions, they would naturally talk about Taiping Tao when teaching their disciples. Unfortunately, the so-called Taiping Tao no longer existed after the death of General Sangong of the Han Dynasty.
All that was left behind were some rat remnants.
"A remnant? It's okay to say so."
Zhang Fusheng listened to the harsh name in Jiang Qi's words, but had no intention of refuting.
"For so many years, what Taiping Dao has done cannot be overstated. Even if the old man has been hiding from the world, his hands will inevitably be stained with blood, let alone those outside."
Hearing what Zhang Fusheng said, Jiang Qi's expression became strange.
From what he said, it seemed that he was not the same as those outside in Taipingdao?
"Zhang Fusheng, what you said means that you must have stopped getting involved in external disturbances. If that's the case, what's the point of what happened today?"
Jiang Qi was not an upright disciple of the Dharma. What he knew about Taiping Dao was what others told him. He might have met a few disciples of Taiping Dao, but he would not beat them all to death with a stick.
What's more, he had gotten along well with the old village chief before.
Jiang Qi could feel that it was not Zhang Fusheng's temporary disguise. It must have taken more than ten years to make him unable to see any flaws.
Zhang Fusheng waved his hand and looked towards Qianlongjiang, his voice became a little more ethereal.
"It can only be said that everyone has his or her own destiny!"
"Boy Jiang Qi, I have plenty of time tonight anyway, are you interested in hearing me talk about the past?"
Jiang Qi's expression didn't change and he just made a gesture.
"I'm all ears!"
Zhang Fusheng laughed and talked about the past with Jiang Qi.
He knew what Jiang Qi was confused about, so he got to the point.
"Actually, with your intelligence, you should be able to detect the truth or lies, so most of what the old man told you earlier is true."
"I just lied about some of the details."
"For example, the Taoist priest who came here eighty years ago was none other than my father."
"My father and son have also settled on this riverside since then."
"Its purpose is only for the Qianlong River God!"
it is as expected!
Jiang Qi had seen the old village chief dressed as a Taoist priest before, and had already guessed that he was probably inseparable from the Taoist priest who came here eighty years ago.
I thought they were master and apprentice, but I never thought they were father and son.
"If it was for the River God, wouldn't you and your son have done it eighty years ago?"
Jiang Qi couldn't understand that the Qianlong River God responded to a living sacrifice eighty years ago. These were all said by the old village chief himself.
"Are you talking about the living sacrifice eighty years ago to please the river god?"
"Who said we wanted to please the river god? Our father and son were planning to kill the river god back then."
Zhang Fusheng sneered and revealed the truth of that year.
Jiang Qi's mouth opened slightly, showing a confused look. He didn't expect that the purpose of the father and son would be so crazy.
Actually trying to kill the gods?
"You father and son are really..."
Jiang Qi didn't know how to describe the two father and son for a while.
"Do you know what the Qianlong River God is?"
(End of chapter)
