The river god was invited out of the river, and everyone cheered and was ecstatic. Only two people suddenly changed their faces. One was my grandfather and the other was Liu De.

Later I learned that Liu De had witnessed the River Dictation when he was a child, but the River God sacrificed by the Hundred Days Sacrifice was not like this now. The dragon eagle had no horns on its forehead! It was really a water dragon, a loach spirit! There is no way to know whether this loach spirit has horns or not.

But Liu De remembered the appearance of the dragon sculpture he saw when he was a child, and he couldn't believe whether his childhood memories were so wrong that he remembered the appearance of the river god. After all, such a serious matter can prove something just by relying on the memory of a child. However, the legend of existence really tells the true identity of the dragon sculpture.

Perhaps, the public talks made gold so that it was circulated wrongly?

Liu De comforted himself and calmed himself. After turning his head to see his grandfather's expression, Liu De's heart suddenly pounded, as if something was suddenly torn apart from the disguise outside, revealing a fact that he could not believe but had to believe. Liu De had no idea what the fact was.

"Old Chen, is this the God of the River?"

“…”

Grandpa remained silent, grabbed the pipe and sucked hard a few times, his hands trembled slightly, and said to Liu De: "Preface to the classics!"

The sutra is to start to pay homage to the gods of the Five Rivers. According to convention, the river god who has finished offerings will dry the golden sand of the painted scales and then send it back, which is the morning light when the sun rises the next day.

The festival ended slowly when night fell. Most of the people were exhausted after a day of busyness. They went back early to rest, leaving a few night watchmen to guard the river god. Grandpa returned home with me, and Qi Xueying also came back. As soon as he arrived, his grandfather was exhausted and he was unconscious.

This scared me very much, so I hurriedly asked Qi Xueying to guard herself to invite the Tu Doctor Lao Zhang. I usually call him Zhang Bo. Zhang Bo is from Beidaowan. He also came today for the Hedian Festival. Fortunately, he came to save me a lot of trouble. He hurried to the commune west of the village, but no one was found, saying that he had gone to Bantangkou for medical treatment.

I wondered if anyone was uncomfortable in the middle of the night? I turned around and rushed to the entrance of the pond again. I saw the crowds of people on the stone platform at the entrance of the pond. I stood around and looked in with my neck. I couldn't help but leaned over curiously, opened the crowd and wanted to ask Uncle Zhang about it. I accidentally saw Liu De. His face was pale as white as white paper, and he was completely in a daze. Uncle Zhang was taking his pulse next to me.

"Uncle Liu." I went up and screamed. Before I could speak about my grandfather's affairs, Liu De saw my eyes wide open, and suddenly stood up and grabbed me and said, "Where is your grandfather? Is Mr. Chen at home?"

"At home..." I was frightened by Liu De's actions and replied subconsciously: "My grandfather is unconscious. I am afraid that Jihe Dian is injured, so I asked Uncle Zhang to come over and take a look."

"Unless!!" Liu De's sudden falls on the stool as if he is being sucked. The people next to him are anxious and do not speak for a while.

I was a little confused: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

I asked Liu De, his face was as heavy as ash on his face, and he looked behind him with hesitation. Back then, every family had a difficult time making a living. People who lived in poverty used kerosene lamps when they went out. Because the festival burned more fires than usual, I vaguely saw a ball of things squatting behind him.

"What is that?" I looked closer and looked at it strangely. Liu De was confused and wanted to stop me, but he just moved and never made it. I got closer and saw clearly that it was just a dragon eagle during the day. I looked around and found nothing wrong. The dragon eagle was painted with gold sand, and the light shining brightly under the fire.

I was amazed at the sight, thinking that the ancients' craftsmanship was so exquisite that they carved the creatures in a river with great skill. I couldn't help but feel respect when I looked at these few glances. When I looked down, I saw a piece of cloth, and the red silk cloth covered the lower half of the stone carving. I lifted the lamp and looked carefully. When I saw it clearly, I was covered in cold sweat.

Because there are too many people during the day, the stone sculpture floats in the water, and the body shaping was from my grandfather. I just painted the dragon sculpture's eyes and heads. Later, things were continued by Liu De, just wait until tomorrow dawn to ask the gods to return to their positions. At this moment, I saw a claw under the dragon's head pressing something, which was a stone skull!

"Here..." My hands trembled for a moment, almost unable to hold the lamp. I carefully covered the cloth. I walked back and looked at Liu De for a few times, but no one spoke. Liu De was silent for a while before saying, "I heard the night watchman say something was wrong here. When I came to see this strange thing, my heart skipped a beat. Will your grandfather wake up tomorrow? By the way! Hurry up and ask Lao Zhang to see your house, don't delay it!"

I had no intention of chatting with Liu De, and nodded and took Uncle Zhang home. When I arrived home, there was a man standing at the door of the house. My thin figure suddenly made me recognize it as Pi San. Seeing that I was smiling with a pleat on my face, I would definitely ask for it when I came to the Sanbao Temple for nothing. I stopped a few steps at the door and called Qi Xueying's name. Qi Xueying, who asked Uncle Zhang to see Grandpa.
Chapter completed!