Soon the people in the village had written the names of their children and put them in two cardboard boxes, one for the boy and one for the girl.
After putting them away, everyone stared at the two cartons nervously.
Uncle Qiao picked up the two cartons one by one, shook them vigorously, put them back on the table, and then grabbed them out with his eyes closed.
What was caught now was a cardboard box with the boy's name on it.
Opening the rolled paper, Uncle Qiao read:
"Qiao Youqiang!"
The nearby villagers fell silent for a moment, and then a loud cry came out:
"My poor son, mother can't help you."
Uncle Qiao just sighed repeatedly in his heart as he watched, hoping to move the Qiantang Water Goddess, or to invite Zen Master Fahai from Jinshan Temple to rescue them.
Otherwise, even if they run away, they will not be able to escape the punishment of the gods.
At least, in their hearts, God is omnipotent, and anyone who disobeys God's will will surely suffer divine punishment.
Even if he is an evil god, he is still a god.
For them, there is no alternative, either to destroy the evil god or to obey the evil god.
And in order to better pass on the inheritance to the whole village, they can only make two preparations.
Putting down the paper with Qiao Youqiang written on it, Uncle Qiao took out another piece of paper with the virgin's name written on it:
"Qiao Ruyi!"
As the sound fell, there was another loud cry, heartbreaking.
The two young people in Qiaojia Village, following Uncle Qiao's instructions, left the village early, took long strides, and rushed towards Jinshan Temple quickly.
The Water God of the West Lake made it clear that before dark, boys and girls must be sacrificed, otherwise the water will roll up and drown everything.
They didn't dare to delay at all along the way. After about an hour, the two of them arrived at Jinshan Temple out of breath. When they saw the young novice monk in front of the temple, they smiled and said:
"Little Master, please ask you if Master Fahai from your temple is here. We are from Qiaojia Village in West Lake and we have something to do with Master Fahai."
The young novice monk smiled and recited the Buddha's name and said:
"Two donors, please wait a moment. Abbot Fahai is indeed in the temple. Whether you see him or not, I still need to ask for instructions."
The two said:
"Then, young master, please hurry in and tell the master that Qiaojiacun has encountered a huge disaster, and you must ask him to help."
Following the sacrifice, the cigarette curled up and fell into a magnificent palace under the Qiantang River. It turned into a piece of letter and landed on the table.
The desk was made of jasper, and there was a pair of virgins next to it. When they saw the letter falling, they walked over, put the letter away, and stacked it with other letters.
"In the past few days, the empress has been practicing Xuan Gong and has no time to pay attention to the incense of ordinary people. Unknowingly, she has accumulated so many letters. On each piece of paper, they write their wishes for the empress."
"Yes, some are asking for wealth, and some are asking for children. It's so ridiculous. They come to the empress for everything. They think the empress has thousands of hands and eyes. How can she be so busy?"
As for the Jade Belt Jiao, after doing everything well, he returned to the water palace to cultivate himself.
"I dreamed of fifty-four families this night. My soul's mana consumes a lot of energy, so I must cultivate it well."
"What if after I entrust you with the dream, these ordinary people don't follow my will?"
"Huh, just follow it. If you really don't follow it, I will try my best to waste some mana. I will also have to launch a flood and drown some people, so that they will know how powerful I am."
…
After comforting Zhang Yutang, Mrs. Zhang gently covered him with a quilt, walked out of the room, closed the door, and walked towards another room.
There were sobbing sounds in the room, and through the crack in the door, Mrs. Zhang saw Xu Jiaorong lying alone on the table, heartbroken.
"Oh, you are such a good girl, why doesn't Yu'er accept it?"
He walked up to the door and knocked on it several times.
"Who?"
Cries of grievance came from the room, and then the door was opened. Xu Jiaorong's eyes were red, and she looked at Mrs. Zhang:
"Madam, why are you here? What's the matter?"
Mrs. Zhang smiled slightly:
"Won't you let me in?"
Xu Jiaorong wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her hands and forced a smile:
"Madam, please come inside quickly. Sit down and I'll pour you some tea."
Mrs. Zhang walked into the room and looked around, the more she looked, the happier she became:
"She is such a simple and clean girl. You have almost kept this room spotless."
Xu Jiaorong brought the tea:
"Madam, you have thanked me. Please drink tea."
Mrs. Zhang took the tea, took a sip, carefully examined Xu Jiaorong, and asked:
"Jiao Rong, I have watched you grow up. I want to ask you, are you willing to marry my son? I want you to tell the truth. Don't be shy. Say whatever you want."
"lady?"
Xu Jiaorong raised her head, a little confused at first, then became determined:
"I have sworn that no matter who saves my father, I will be his slave, maid, wife, or concubine. Besides, I am a weakling, and the master is the teacher of a saint. How can I be worthy of him?"
he?"
"Don't say anything else."
Mrs. Zhang interrupted Xu Jiaorong:
"You just need to say whether you like Yu'er or not. Are you willing to marry him?"
"lady!"
Xu Jiaorong's eyes turned red and she cried:
"I like him and I am willing to marry him, but he doesn't want me anymore. He said he wants to recognize me as his sister. I don't want to be his sister. I don't want it. I don't want it -".
"Even if he doesn't want me, I won't marry anyone else. I will wait for him to look back. If it doesn't work for one year, then two years. If it doesn't work for two years, then three years. One day, he will change his mind."
"What an infatuated child."
Mrs. Zhang stood up, held Xu Jiaorong in her arms, and let her vent her grievances:
"Don't worry, the master and I both like you very much. Yu'er is still a rough man and doesn't know what love is or isn't. You wait for a while, maybe three years. After three years, if he still doesn't understand, I
Let me make the decision for you to marry him."
"lady--"
Xu Jiaorong, whose head was buried in Mrs. Zhang's arms, cried with joy when she heard this:
"Just doing this, sir, will he like it?"
Mrs. Zhang raised her eyebrows:
"What does he know now? When you left just now, he saw me crying so wronged. He probably didn't even know that he already liked you."
"He likes me, he likes me, he likes me -"
The huge voice resounded deep in Xu Jiaorong's heart, and a feeling of happiness filled her whole body:
"Yes, he likes me. I saw the sadness in his eyes when he turned around. Maybe he wasn't sure whether he liked me or not. He said that cruelly because he was afraid of delaying my youth."
"You idiot, if you are not sure about your feelings, you don't have to say this."
"Okay, now that I know your son likes you, shouldn't you cry? If you don't cry beautifully, your son will change his mind."
"lady--"
…(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to become a registered member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest motivation.)