Chapter 16 July 15th, Three Worlds and Five Plagues
The trees are broken by the wind, and the night is illuminated by the thunder.
The mountain road became extremely muddy under the wash of heavy rain.
Outside the wooden house, Gong Shan and several other villagers were busy going back and forth.
Arrangements are arranged, those who move the tables move the tables, those who carry the ox's head and horse's noodles carry the ox's head and horse's noodles.
It was not yet dawn and the rain had not stopped, but villagers came one after another.
Some of them were wearing raincoats, some were carrying bamboo hats, and some were simply caught in the rain.
The mountain road was muddy and the rain was freezing, but everyone still looked very pious.
Everything was done silently and in an orderly manner.
At daybreak, everything was ready.
The village chief in Taoist robes stood in front of the altar, his cloudy eyes twinkling slightly.
"Today, it is the thirteenth year of Dejing."
"There is a severe epidemic in our village, and the malaria is prevalent. Every family has the pain of lying dead, and every room has wailing and mourning. Some people die with their doors closed, or their families are overthrown and mourned. This is so sad."
"I want to take advantage of the road and betray my kindness. I offer sacrifices once every seven days, and when I am full, I send my soul to the gods alone. I hope to pray for peace, but it hurts."
"I am heartbroken and heartbroken, but I must do it. If others despise me, I will do the same!"
The village chief's voice was a little more choked up. Among the sparse crowd, some people were sobbing and some were choked up.
The village chief closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath, then opened his eyes and continued: "Before today's sacrifice, there are two things that must be informed to the villagers."
"Due to the scourge of the miasma, I am plagued by illness, indescribable pain, and unable to sleep at night. Although it is not yet half of the farewell to the gods, I have started to refine the elixir. The elixir is ready. After the ceremony, you can go to the ancestral hall."
As soon as the words fell, one voice after another of surprise came from the crowd.
"I, my illness...has been cured?!"
"The elixir has been made. The village chief has finally made the elixir! No, the elixir has been made. It has been made!"
"Then will I never have to cough up blood again?"
"I...will my skin not rot?"
Gradually, these voices became louder again, crying with joy.
Then, some villagers began to kneel down and kowtow to the village chief.
"Thank you, village chief. Thank you, village chief."
"Village Chief, you are simply a living god!"
"Woooooooo..."
The village chief signaled Jiang Wuji and Gong Shan to help the kneeling villagers up.
After everyone's emotions calmed down a bit, the village chief started to talk about the second thing.
"Another thing, I have something to ask of you all. I hope you can give me a helping hand."
"Village chief, what are you talking about?"
"Yes, yes, if you have anything you can say, we will definitely help you do it!"
"Yes, just ask the village chief, we are worried that we can't help you."
"Yeah yeah."
Every one of the villagers wished they could help.
The village chief smiled and nodded, and said: "After everyone takes the elixir, your illness will be gone within three days. I hope you can help me complete the Taoist formation to ward off evil spirits!"
"Resist, resist evil spirits?"
"This... we are just ordinary people, how can we stop evil spirits?"
"I can't even hold a sword, how can I fight evil spirits..."
The crowd's voices gradually subsided, and when I heard the evil spirits, I was immediately frightened.
Seeing this, the village chief smiled and said: "In two days, it will be the half and fifteenth day of the seventh month. The yin is strong and the yang is weak, and demons and monsters are causing cholera in the world. However, because of my alchemy, I have exhausted my energy and hurt my spirit. No one can stop it."
"However, evil is yin and man is yang. The Taoist sect has a formation called the Yang Protection Formation. At that time, as long as you are in the formation, you can gather your masculine energy to form a formation. The evil spirits will not be close and the monsters will not invade!"
At this time, Gong Shan stood up and said: "The village chief has already paid a lot for us to make alchemy. Now we only need to stand in the position to help. We don't need to actually deal with the evil spirits!"
"Besides, if evil spirits really break into the village, which of you will survive?"
Gong Shan's words woke everyone up.
So, everyone readily agreed.
At this time, Jiang Zhiyu, who sneaked up to Jiang Wuji, tugged on the corner of his clothes, with a worried look on his face: "Brother..."
"Don't be afraid, the village chief can solve it." Jiang Wuji took off his bamboo hat and put it on his sister's head.
Jiang Zhiyu pursed his lips and nodded: "Well, I'm not afraid!"
In fact, Jiang Wuji felt very uneasy because there was still an evil spirit inside him.
On July 15th, when Yin is strong and Yang is declining, what will the little-footed female corpse do at this time?
The more Jiang Wuji thought about it, the more panicked he became. When he thought about whether his aunt's life or death was uncertain, he became even more agitated.
Next, the sacrifice begins.
The village chief first went into the cabin, and when he came out a moment later, he put on the wooden mask.
"Send to God~"
Immediately afterwards, this time the sacrifice was pulled out.
It's a dog.
At this time, Gouwa's hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was gagged with a rag.
But his bloodshot eyes were staring at Jiang Wuji, as if he wanted to eat Jiang Wuji alive!
At this time, Jiang Zhiyu whispered: "In this draw, Gong Shan asked Gou Wa to draw first."
Jiang Wuji: "..."
Jiang Zhiyu: "The first lot Gouwa drew was a red one...but Gong Shan said it didn't count and insisted that he draw it again..."
"Gong Shan did it on purpose. Because I had a feud with Gou Wa, he deliberately made Gou Wa a sacrifice this time."
Jiang Wuji looked at Gong Shan and met the latter's eyes.
Gong Shan smiled and nodded, then threw the dog into the cabin.
Jiang Wuji's heart sank, not because of Gou Wa's death, nor because of Gong Shan's actions.
It was indescribably depressing and uncomfortable.
…
As the dog boy was thrown into the wooden house, the village chief began to dance with his sword and sing.
Maybe it was because we were so close this time, even though the village chief's voice was sharp and his accent was weird, I still got a general idea.
"The three realms and five plagues are envoys, and the clouds control the sky."
"Gradually the world becomes far away from others, and in a moment it reaches the ninth level."
"Under the Xuanfu Palace, there are rumors of good deeds being performed."
"Wuwen came to attend the meeting and returned to Yao Palace after the wedding ceremony."
The village chief held three pillars of incense in his hands, knelt on the futon, and spoke with a shrill voice.
“See no evil and hear no evil.”
"Don't move if it's inappropriate, don't say anything if it's inappropriate~"
The villagers lowered their heads and closed their eyes, looking pious.
Jiang Wuji is also one of them.
But this time, the power that would forcibly control the body did not appear.
