Perhaps because the sacrifices had not been sent back on time, the villagers were chattering with uneasiness on their faces. After about two hours, someone suddenly shouted excitedly: "They are back, they are back." Everyone heard this.
, all turned their attention to the entrance of the village. They saw three strong young people walking as fast as flying, and quickly ran in front of everyone. A sweaty young man did not bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead and directly put his hands on his back.
He took off his backpack and handed it to one of the old men. The old man opened the backpack and took a look, and a relaxed smile suddenly appeared on his frowning face. He chuckled and said: "Okay, okay, don't you guys?"
Nervous, with the sacrifices, we can spend the next month safely." After saying this, he looked up at the sky, and then continued: "It's almost time, we can start worshiping." With that, he left.
Go to the front of the mountain temple, take out a key, unlock the door, and then walk in. Several old men in the village follow closely and walk into the mountain temple together. As for other villagers, they stand in the temple.
Outside. After a while, a voice was heard from the mountain temple: "The worship has begun." When everyone heard the voice, they immediately knelt on the ground, then raised their hands and slowly worshiped.
Seeing the pious faces of the villagers, Leng Xuan in the forest sighed secretly. It is true that superstition kills people. However, this cannot be blamed on the villagers. If there are no ghosts at work, they
They would not believe in the existence of the mountain god so much. After kowtowing three times in a row, the villagers stood up. At this time, the few old men who entered the temple also withdrew and locked the door. A simple worship ceremony was also held.
That was the end. After all the villagers dispersed, Leng Xuan climbed up a tall tree, then closed his eyes and fell asleep. It wasn't until night fell that Leng Xuan slowly opened his eyes and drank the braised pork and rice noodles sent by Xiaoling.
He ate some bread and then wrapped the wound on his thigh tightly with a bandage. After doing this, he loaded the homemade crossbow and smeared the arrow with snake venom. Although this thing was not of much use,
But it's better than empty-handed. After the preparations were completed, Leng Xuan lay on a branch, adjusted his breathing rate, and gradually slowed down his heartbeat. It didn't take long for him to feel like he was back to where he was when he was performing tasks in the army.
Time passed little by little, and soon it was late at night, but there was still no sound in front of the mountain temple.
After lying on the branches for so long, Leng Xuan not only did not feel tired, but became more and more energetic. He stared at the mountain temple without moving his eyes. At this moment, there was a sudden sound in his ears.
There was a slight sound. The sound was very soft. If his sixth sense had not been strengthened, he would not have heard it at all. He slowly turned his eyes and looked at the place where the sound came from. He saw that there was a patch of weeds half as tall as a man.
At this moment, the weeds were swaying slightly, and it was obvious that something was passing by. Leng Xuan held his breath, prepared his homemade crossbow, and then stared at the weeds. Not long after, the weeds suddenly
There was a sway, and then, a masked man in black emerged from it quietly. Seeing this, Leng Xuan couldn't help but be startled. He thought it was some kind of monster, but it turned out to be a human being. Accompanied by the mysterious
The appearance of the person also raised a doubt in Leng Xuan's heart. "What is that person doing here?"