Both of them have great cultivation skills, and when they set out on the road, the wind was blowing under their feet, and their steps were as fast as flying. In addition, there was an endless stream of villagers heading to the northern suburbs of the city to participate in this wild fire gathering, which saved the two of them time to find their way. In just one stick of incense, Qingya and Hua Qing'er walked out of the north. city gate.
Walking straight along the river outside the city, although it was noon and the scorching sun shone on the willows on the river bank, they still couldn't stop the villagers from walking forward.
"It's so hot. How far is this illegal assembly? If you ask me, report it directly to the government and drive them all away." Hua Qing'er wiped the sweat on her forehead with a silk scarf, and then asked Qingya Wiping the sweat off his face, he fanned his collar with both hands to make himself feel cooler.
"We're here, Sister Qing'er, look."
Following Qingya's gesture, we could see that many villagers had gathered in an open space on the river bank ahead. It seemed that this was the venue for the Wild Fire Sect's gathering.
What surprised Qingya was that among the crowd, there were many people wearing official uniforms. Under their management, the crowd gradually formed a large circle in an orderly manner.
In the middle of the crowd were three tables covered with red cloth. On each table was a statue of an arm-high god. Some incense and tributes were placed in front of the statue. The appearance of the three statues is almost the same as the ones drawn on the drawings before. They are surrounded by red clouds and have sinister faces. However, the items in the hands of the statues are slightly different.
The one on the far left holds a vajra in both hands, with a fierce expression, like the mythical Emperor Indra lowering divine thunder. The one in the middle has six arms and half-closed eyes. He looks like a god who pities the world, but the swords, guns and axes in his hands are incompatible with his compassionate face. Look at the statue on the far right again. It is no god. It is simply a Shura ghost in hell. It has a ferocious face, holding a human head in one hand and a bleeding heart in the other. Although it is just a statue of a god, But it's still creepy to watch.
"How can there be such a vicious god in the world? They are clearly a group of cultists." Hua Qing'er said, while red light flowed in her hands. She was about to take action, but Qing Ya grabbed her wrist.
"Don't be impulsive, Sister Qing'er. There are so many villagers here. If we take action rashly, we are afraid that innocent people will be hurt. And the officials are also there. If we take action rashly, we will only get burned. These people are so devout to the Wild Fire Cult. If they bite back If you think we are evil spirits, even if we jump into the Yellow River, we won’t be able to cleanse ourselves.”
"Then are you just going to watch them dominate?"
"Of course not. There are too many people to do anything right now. Let's first see clearly what they are doing, and then go to their court for a while. Moreover, the government has also intervened in this matter, so we have to leave the city lord's mansion. Just one trip.”
Qing Ya paused for a moment and then continued: "If it doesn't work out in the end, then we will root out this cult in Qiantang." As he spoke, Qing Ya had a determined look on his face, without any hesitation. Just like when Liu Bailu taught himself that he must be resolute in punishing rape and eradicating evil.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." Qingya said firmly, and Hua Qing'er answered equally firmly. The two newborn calves did not consider the dangers and difficulties ahead at all.
While talking, the originally noisy crowd gradually quieted down. It seemed that the gathering ceremony was about to begin.
"Sister Qing'er, let's go there quickly."
When the circle formed by everyone finally took shape, the two people squeezed into the middle of the group.
At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties walked out from the crowd near the altar table. He was wearing a fiery red gilt gown and holding a black steel whip. He pressed his hands to the crowd with an indifferent expression. The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.
Then the man said: "God bless the world, send down the divine fire, all my disciples, please work together."
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd around him also shouted: "God bless the world, send down the divine fire, all my disciples, work together with one heart."
"It's simply evil."
Hua Qing'er said angrily in Qing Yadi's ear, making a fist with her right hand and waving it in front of her body a few times. Fortunately, the crowd around her shouted slogans again, and no one heard the curse.
After three calls, the man signaled everyone to be quiet again, and said again: "It has been more than a year since I came to Qiantang. Thanks to the devout faith of all brothers and sisters, we can spread our branches in this land of spiritual mountains and beautiful waters. Ye, I taught the Holy Spirit to come from the east the day before yesterday. After hearing about your sincerity, I am here today to try to repay you all brothers and sisters."
After the man finished speaking, he stepped aside, then knelt on his knees, grabbed the ground with his head, and shouted loudly and respectfully: "Welcome the son of the divine fire."
Afterwards, the surrounding crowd also knelt down and shouted in unison, "Welcome the Son of Divine Fire."
Amidst the shouts of the crowd, a young man stood in the middle of the crowd. He was wearing a black costume embroidered with gold pythons and a flame-shaped hair crown. He had a handsome face, a peaceful expression, and a pointed eyebrow. The red clouds made him look more noble and mysterious.
"You two over there, why don't you kneel down to welcome the Holy Son? For those who disrespect the God of Fire, I will let you experience the taste of the black evil whip." The middle-aged man raised his head and saw that there were two more people on the field. Without kneeling down, he immediately picked up the steel whip in his hand and struck at the two of them.
Seeing the steel whip approaching, Qing Ya took a step forward and pulled Hua Qing'er behind him. At the same time, he formed a sword formula with his left hand behind his back. His fingertips flashed with golden light, waiting for the enemy to come in front of him.
If some old Jianghu encountered this situation, they would just pretend to be an ordinary person and dodge for a few times. There is no need to reveal their identity and purpose in such a trivial matter. But in the current situation, the two young and ambitious people will know how to tolerate it. If someone gives me a sword, I will backhand with a sword. There are only grudges and grudges in the young world.
Just when Qing Ya was about to raise his hand, the young man known as the Holy Spirit spoke: "Uncle Zhong Yan, there is no need to fight. It must be the first time for these two friends to come here. It is inevitable that they don't know the etiquette. I don't know. It's not a crime. You'd better put away your black whip quickly. You see, it scared this girl.
"Yes, Holy Spirit." The middle-aged man named Zhong Yan took back the steel whip in his hand, pointed at Qingya and the two of them and said: "Since the Holy Spirit has spoken out to persuade you this time, I will let you go for the time being. If you dare to do it again next time, Disrespectful to the God of Fire, huh!”
Seeing the opponent stop his hand, the golden light on Qingya's fingertips also dimmed. He just glanced at the Holy Son and didn't pay attention to Zhong Yan's words.
"You two little friends, Uncle Zhong Yan has always been so outspoken and outspoken, and I may offend you a lot, so please bear with me." The saint walked towards the two of them while advising: "You two little friends, we are destined to meet each other. , on behalf of our religion, I sincerely invite you two to join our Wild Fire God Sect, what do you think?"
The man walked along the way, his steps were wandering, his voice was like a drum at dusk, and he seemed to have the air of a chosen one.
