"We're at the bottom of the mountain. They want to go up the mountain tomorrow morning."
"Send someone down to deliver a message or lead the way, and ask them to come tonight! Just say that Xianling Lake will catch thousands of catties of fish tonight. We will make a whole fish feast and invite them to come and have a taste." Lu Yao said with a smile,
"These grandsons can only eat some grains at the foot of the mountain, but they can't swallow their saliva after hearing this?"
In fact, these people fled from Woling Pass to here, but they did not dare to let go of looting along the way, so as not to attract the attention of the local government and join forces to pursue cross-state pursuits.
Therefore, everyone's food was never very good, and morale was low, making everyone feel downcast.
"When delivering the message, make it louder so that more people can hear it. If Wu and Pei's men start making noise, they won't be able to go up the mountain later."
The "Rebel Army" suffered an unprecedented rout, and the commander's prestige also fell to the bottom. In this situation, the main force is weak and the soldiers are strong, military discipline is broken, and it is difficult to control the subordinates. If the soldiers are angry and encounter injustice, I will doubt your leadership.
If it doesn't work, it will be easy to mutiny.
At this time, the generals must consider the needs and feelings of their subordinates. Otherwise, everyone will break up and everyone will run away. The worst situation is to kill the leader and seize power.
The confidant agreed and was about to go do it when Lu Yao suddenly said: "Don't mention the officers and soldiers going up the mountain. Remember, remember!"
In extraordinary times, the defeated army has a psychological shadow on the officers and soldiers. If they knew that officers and soldiers appeared here, Wu and Pei might not go up the mountain again.
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There were many people in the room, so He Lingchuan came out to get some air and step on the nearby terrain again so that he could have a good idea of what was going on.
It's not peaceful tonight, this village may very well be the next battlefield.
The previous hustle and bustle returned to calm, and Xianling Village was immersed in the evening breeze. If it weren't for the patrolling guards coming and going, no one would have expected that something big was about to happen in this small mountain village.
He walked in front of Shuiling Temple. The best building in the village was inconspicuous in the heavy night. The ancestral hall was not big, but it was square and square, with all four corners even. It was in a good location, with the mountains behind it and the water facing the vast lake.
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Then, he heard a "pop" sound, as if something was knocked over, shattered on the ground, and rolled twice.
He Lingchuan stopped and asked:
"who?"
Shuiling Temple was quiet, with only the door open, like a wide mouth.
Is there a gangster hiding here?
He Lingchuan looked around, asked the patrolling guard for a torch, pressed the handle of the knife and walked in.
What are you afraid of? Shuiling Temple is in the east of the village, which is now the territory of officers and soldiers.
The ancestral hall is not small. There is a worship hall in the front, a meeting place in the back, and the low rooms on the left and right are the residence of the ancestral priest and a place to store things.
Previously, the bandits hid weapons under the niches and took them back after drawing a clear line with the officers and soldiers.
He Lingchuan walked around the temple holding a torch, but there was no one there, not even an individual living creature.
There are footprints all over the ground, which should have been left by the bandits earlier.
Then, he saw a bucket of sticks falling on the ground in front of the niche, and the sticks inside were scattered everywhere.
The sound he heard earlier was probably this thing falling to the ground. Which cat probably did it?
He Lingchuan remembered what Zhu said, that the fortune tellers in Shuiling Temple were once very effective. When too many people asked for Shuiling, Shuiling became too annoyed, so people were not allowed to ask about bad luck.
He subconsciously wanted to pick up the bucket, but halfway through bending down, he suddenly felt something was wrong:
What am I doing?
The water spirits are all gone, but you still need to pick up wool?
Besides, the old turtle didn't do divination for people when he was still alive.
He Lingchuan was about to straighten up when he suddenly saw a stick stuck in the carved gap of the altar table, right under his nose, aimed at his nose.
It was almost pointed in the face.
The stick was so red that even if the lighting was not good, it would be difficult for him not to notice it.
He pulled the stick out casually and found that it was not stained with blood, but covered in red paint.
Looking at the fine print on it again, He Lingchuan secretly cursed at the bad luck.
There are two words at the top of the signature:
Next.
Then he saw another verse below:
The dove occupies the magpie's nest and makes wedding clothes for others.
He Lingchuan saw this line of words clearly and his hands shook.
Ignore the latter sentence for now, but the four words "dove occupying the magpie's nest" were like thunder, striking the deepest part of his heart.
He is a soul that belongs to another world, but he has taken over the body of "He Lingchuan". Isn't it just like a dove occupying a magpie's nest?
He Lingchuan raised his head and looked at the shrine. Is Shui Ling really dead? It doesn't look like it.
Or is it just a coincidence that the sign fell out?
Suddenly there were footsteps from behind, and He Yue's voice came: "Brother, what are you doing?"
He Lingchuan turned around and saw Mrs. Ying, He Yue and Mr. Zhu walking over, followed by Mao Tao.
"Why did you come out?"
"The prisoner you captured is being tortured in the kitchen. I can't stand this." Mrs. Ying looked at the bucket on the ground, "Are you asking for a fortune?"
"This lot bucket has been sealed a long time ago." Mrs. Zhu also saw the lot in He Lingchuan's hand and couldn't help being surprised, "How could the young master get this lot?"
The sign at Shui Ling Temple in Xianling Village was blood red, and she could recognize it at a glance.
"Did you sign it?" Both Mrs. Ying and He Yue were startled. Mrs. Ying grabbed the sign without hesitation, but He Lingchuan didn't even react.
"What does it mean?"
Mrs. Ying can't understand.
He Yue came over and read it again, thought carefully for a long time, and shook his head.
Maotao picked up the sticks on the ground and returned them to the bucket. He Lingchuan reached out to him and said, "Give it to me."
Zhu immediately said: "Young Master, Shui Ling is dead, so asking for a fortune will not work."
He knew, but he still wanted to try again. He Lingchuan held the bucket and muttered something, and then shook it hard a few times.
Snap, a stick flew out.
Before it even landed, everyone could clearly see its color——
Blood red blood red.
He Yue picked it up first and read out loud by the light of the torch:
"My body is like a cage, and this hatred cannot be eliminated until I die!"
Another draw!
Everyone looked at each other, and He Lingchuan looked ugly. Isn't it enough to win one of these ghosts?
What does it mean to be caged?
Zhu Xiuer watched from the side and felt that this lottery really suited her current situation, but why did Young Master He win the lottery?
What does a free and domineering person like him have to do with the "cage"? Let alone the hatred that will last until death.
"I've never heard of anyone being so unlucky." Mao Tao couldn't help but said, "Young Master, is there something wrong with this barrel?"
He Lingchuan clenched his fists. The local Shui Ling himself had encountered an accident. Is it still useful to ask for a fortune?
Is this someone secretly teasing him?
He Yue took the lottery bucket and said, "I'll give it a try."
Mrs. Ying was afraid and held down her precious son's arm: "Don't! This thing is so tight."
"The art of divination is inherently mysterious." He Yue said with a smile, "Mom, don't worry, my luck has always been good." He shook it a few times.
A stick fell to the ground. It was a bamboo stick of original color.
He Lingchuan picked it up and took a look, winning the lottery.