"Your worries are not unreasonable, but the local indigenous people are still quite capable, like the Yellow Turban Warriors." Lu Tianming recalled the humanoid weapons he had seen, "It would be great if... I could learn these Taoist techniques."
The power system of the Shanhai Realm is still a fog, and the information that the farmers in Qingshi Town know is too limited.
They also knew the nearby city "Fenghua City" and occasionally went to the city to sell some fabrics and animal furs.
As for those huge suspended peaks, we only know that they are called "Kunlun Mountains", and the dynasty on Kunlun Mountain is called Daqian Dynasty; the largest god in the world is called Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
The rest, nothing is known.
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Just as the two were chatting enthusiastically, suddenly the gong at the entrance to the town rang, and the noise and noise came from the distance.
The two looked at each other, quickly ran out of the room and climbed to the roof.
When I saw a blue-gray figure floating in the distance, I couldn't help but feel a little "thump" in my heart.
"Then...what is that?" Pan Hao swallowed and looked at the green figure heading towards Qingshi Town, panicking.
Now that "human shield" Li Qingshan is not present, everything has to be done by himself!
He also estimated the opponent's strength level. Just from his racing heart and his sixth sense, he knew that this person would be difficult to deal with!
"Maybe it's an evil god! The evil god is attacking the village!"
"Lao Lu...shall we run away? Lao Lu?"
Pan Hao turned around and wanted to argue with Lu Tianming, but found that Lao Lu was very cunning.
This guy with only one life just rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and disappeared!
"Great witch, great witch, look outside the town, look outside!" Someone shouted to him again.
"I heard it." Pan Hao pretended to be calm.
Mr. Huang grinned his big yellow teeth and hurried over. He was so excited that tears and runny eyes came out: "Wizard, that's the Great Mother of Sores. The Great Mother of Sores is really back! She's back!"
"The Great Mother of Sores has shown her divine power again!"
"God bless you, Ksitigarbha bless you!"
More residents ran out of the room and shouted loudly to the blue shadow in the distance. The waves of cheers swept through Qingshi Town like a tide.
"The world of mortals is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, reincarnation is endless, and sorrows are endless. Have mercy on me, the world. Gods descend from the sky, sores appear on my mother's body, and my hometown is empty!"
"The mother is born with sores, and the hometown is empty!"
The voice is extremely fanatical, and comparison is harmful. After experiencing the disaster of the "Calamity Hub", people finally know how beautiful the "mother born with sores" really is.
The only thing that wasn't wonderful was that Pan Hao looked at it. After hearing the term "sore-born mother", the hair on his whole body stood up, as if there was a cold air that fell into the ice cave and shot straight up from the tail vertebrae to the Tianling Cap. His scalp was numb as he ran to the ground, and he almost fell to the ground paralyzed.
"No way, Li Gui met Li Kui... I, the fake one, met the real one!"
"[The game] fucking ran away again and hasn't been online for more than ten days..."
Nervousness and uneasiness filled Pan Hao's heart.
This seventy-year-old man has never been so at a loss.
"I also ate its abscesses, robbed its dojo, and borrowed its name..."
This is definitely comparable to a life-and-death feud!
"Am I going to be hunted by it? Does it come specifically to hunt me?"
"Saint - save me! Save me!"
Pan Hao didn't call [Game] either, he directly called the Saint loudly from the bottom of his heart.
"Great witch, great witch!" Mr. Huang called there
"Oh, here it comes."
In full view of the public, Pan Hao did not show any facial expression, for fear of exposing his flaws and being caught and hanged by the surrounding fanatical villagers.
The folk customs here are fierce, and the farmers dare to die with the evil god for a piece of farmland. It is not easy to kill a liar like him, Old Pan.
"Master Huang, are the sacrifices ready?"
Pan Hao could only keep a straight face, pretending to be nonchalant, hoping that this "big mother with sores" would spare his life...
Anyway, don't eat it in one bite.
"I found a big fish weighing ten kilograms, but I haven't gathered the shrimps and crabs yet." Mr. Huang made a bitter look on his face, rubbed his hands, and said helplessly, "We can't catch shrimps here. We didn't catch them before."
Shrimps and crabs are all bought from the town next door. Where can I buy them now?"
"You guys can't gather enough sacrifices, and the sore mother is angry, but what should we do?" Pan Hao was so happy that he quickly threw the pot on the sacrifices.
He wished that the sore mother would get angry and transfer her anger from himself to everyone, so that he could find an opportunity to take advantage of her.
"Then...I'll go get ready again?"
Even though Huang Youcai was a good person, facing unreasonable monsters, ghosts, gods, and snakes, no matter how good a person was, it was useless, so he always felt uneasy in his heart.
"How to prepare? People are running to the gate of the town, how do you prepare? By the time you are ready, the day lilies will be cold!"
"How can we fix it?"
Pan Hao said: "Forget it, as long as there are sacrifices, you come with me. If the sore mother gets angry, we will think of a way."
Mr. Huang breathed a sigh of relief. This new great witch was really a kind man. He actually took away the blame for the insufficient sacrifices.
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Pan Hao walked slowly in front, followed by a large number of prestigious old people in the town.
Lu Tianming's voice came from the earphones: "Old Pan, I'll leave first! It doesn't matter if you die, just throw the conch earphones on the ground. If the earphones are eaten, you will lose at least 100 million. They were brought in through the large intestine.
It’s very difficult to do.”
"I'm going to die in Kangdi, and I'm still thinking about compensating...fuck, I won't pay a dime!"
Pan Hao cursed in his heart, he had never died after all, he was so nervous.
Before the critical crisis of imminent death, the capillaries constrict and the body temperature drops.
"Will I be resurrected if I die?"
"I really don't want to die like this...save me!"
I cursed in my heart, but my body was very honest.
In order not to lose money, he took off the Conch headphones from his ears and quietly threw them into the pile of stones on the roadside so that Lao Lu could collect them.
As the blue-gray figure approached step by step, everyone's cheers gradually stopped, and everyone began to feel nervous and uneasy.
Some younger people, especially many children, saw the "big mother with sores" for the first time and were so scared that they shivered and shivered.
"It's such a big turtle, maybe as big as a car." This was Pan Hao's first reaction, "It looks pretty good? Who said it has abscesses all over its body?"
It is not an ordinary turtle, but rather like a dragon turtle with "a dragon and a horse on its back, and a dragon and turtle on its back"!
A huge head with sharp and long slanted teeth, black eyes with evil aura.
The turtle shell has sharp edges and high bulges, and the turtle shell on its back is white, like a piece of jade.
It's just that its figure is a bit illusory, and it may not be the real body, but it lacks a little momentum.
Facing this behemoth, Pan Hao was sweating profusely. Apart from shouting "Saint save me", his mind went blank and he had no idea what to do.
He held a basket full of sacrifices - the number of sacrifices was not enough, so he walked forward stiffly.
Mr. Huang and others who were following behind him were also tensed up, still thinking about what to do if the sacrifices were not enough and the sore mother got angry...
…
Pan Hao swallowed.
The last bet!
The mother of sores, please enjoy!
…
The huge turtle raised its head and opened its bloody mouth. The mouth was opened to a great extent, capable of swallowing a person alive!
Pan Hao trembled, seeing the extremely sharp teeth, and even smelling the smelly phlegm, he shouted in his heart: "Sage, save me! Save me! Save me!"
"Help me!
!”
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As a result, the next second, Pan Hao was stunned on the spot by an idea of Mohu.
"My Lord... My Lord..." The voice was rough, like the deep bass produced by a robot.
"Who is talking to me."
"I... turtle..."
Is it the old turtle in front of me?
Pan Hao mustered up his courage and raised his head.
…
This idea actually expresses its unparalleled kindness?
This kind of kindness is really unparalleled and can be described as flattering! If this old turtle were a yellow dog, I would even want to kiss and lick his toes and wag his tail to the sky.
"My lord...my lord...let me come...and feed you!"
"For food?"
Pan Hao was slightly stunned. This old turtle was indeed shaking his body and flattering him!
He even felt that he could directly order the old turtle to pick up the Frisbee? It was like ordering the Labrador at home. If the Frisbee is thrown out, it will rush to pick it up.
Pan Hao calmed down a little: "Does it want to recognize me as its master? Impossible. This turtle is at least an evil god. How can it possibly recognize humans as its master?"
"This has never happened in history."
As his mind raced, he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
But the old turtle was really expressing this idea in an exaggerated way. For fear that Pan Hao wouldn't understand, he once again made a human voice: "My turtle... look at yours!"
"What are you looking at me for?" Monk Pan Haozhang was confused.
"What do you mean? Is this guy a lunatic?"
"My Lord...let me come...let me come...you eat...the tablet!"
The old turtle didn't even eat the sacrifice, indicating to Lao Pan that he could enjoy the sacrifice directly.
It has sores and a big mother. It will not eat the sacrifices, but will be enjoyed by you, Lao Pan.
It even opened its big mouth, picked up the fish, and wanted to feed it to Pan Hao.
Pan Hao quickly refused: "I only eat cooked food, not raw food."
Of course, this conversation only appeared in Pan Hao's mind.
In the eyes of the natives of Qingshi Town, a huge shadow swayed, its mouth wide open, as if inspecting the number of sacrifices.
Not satisfied.
Very dissatisfied!
Sensing the lack of quantity, it actually didn't enjoy it, took a mouthful of fish and dropped it again.
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"I'm going to suffer! Isn't the great witch going to be eaten?!"
"Does your fish weigh ten pounds?!"
The fisherman was a little panicked: "Sir, I really don't have any... It seems to be a little worse, only nine pounds and eight taels."
"You really deserve to die! You're so weak in this matter!"
"I really can't find a bigger fish, and there's nothing I can do about it... Where can I catch a ten-pound fish?"
Huang Youcai heard the whispers of the fishermen, his heart trembled, and he almost fainted: "Oh no, what should I do? It's just that the number of sacrifices is not enough, the big fish is still short of a catty... The great witch is going to suffer, Qingshi Town is going to
It’s a disaster.”
The "big sore mother" naturally has a temper. Now that she has neglected even the sacrifices, how can she protect the poor Qingshi Town?
The more he thought about it, the more bitter he felt, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Great witch, can it be done?"
"Qingshi Town cannot live without a god for a day!"
"Or, we promise to double the compensation in the future?"
The expressions of the poor people next to them also changed slightly.
Hearing that the number of sacrifices was insufficient, the old people all clenched their fists, and the children hid behind the crowd. The atmosphere in the scene was extremely cold.
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"Who asked you to speak?" Pan Hao noticed the change in his breath, and said with some arrogance, "Quiet! I'm communicating with it."
"Everyone shut up!"
Mr. Huang and others quickly shut up.
Pan Hao pretended to dance a few verses and recited a few Buddhist sutras and mantras. He was still reciting them in Chinese, and the locals didn't know what he was talking about.
The old turtle's expression became more kind, and the turtle shrank back and forth as if cooperating with something, but it was still flattering.
"My lord...let me come...eat..."
"Eating incense, right?"
"Eat...incense! Incense!" It finally said this word and seemed extremely excited.
I almost understand, it’s not my face, but the saint’s face.
Sure enough, it was the saint who saved me in the end.
Pan Hao sighed in his heart: "The Saint is really awesome, and this guy actually came to surrender? Well, this can explain it. [Game] is just a horse boy in the hands of the Saint, and he takes another horse boy.
It’s not surprising.”
"It's just that this old turtle is a bit ugly."
"Now that the turtle appears, my position as the great witch is truly secure."
"My... tablet..."
Immediately afterwards, the giant turtle "clucked" from its belly and spit out a wooden statue, with a complete dragon turtle carved on it. The body was about 60 centimeters long. It was vivid and very majestic. There was a faint divine light hidden in the dragon turtle.
in his eyes.
This is its real tablet!
As for the original nameless stone statue in Ganlu Temple, it... didn't dare to occupy the magpie's nest at all!
"My... tablet... eat... incense."
"I understand, if Qingshi Town is in trouble in the future, please take care of it a little bit."
"Eat...eat."
After completing all this, the blue-gray figure swayed and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
The disaster... has passed?!
Pan Hao exhaled the turbid air from his chest, wiped the sweat and said: "Everyone, you have also seen it. The number of sacrifices is not enough, and it is a little angry."
"How do you say?" Mr. Huang's voice trembled, "It...it's gone?"
"Listen to what I have to say, but with the comfort of my old Pan, Mother Sore is willing to protect Qingshi Town. She hopes that Qingshi Town will have good weather, abundant harvests, prosperous livestock, no littering on the road, no closed doors at night, women and children in peace, and old and young in peace."
Was this a success? The residents in the town couldn't believe it.
"This tablet is proof!" Pan Hao picked up the tablet on the ground, "Otherwise, why would it spit out this?"
The gleaming statue shows that the tablet indeed contains extraordinary divine power.
The villagers cheered again, some of the older ones were even moved to tears, and some women were wailing and couldn't stop.
In the past few decades, Qingshi Town has had a hard time.
The evil god is raging, and the population is less than one in ten. Now it has suddenly settled down. How can we not be moved and cheer?
Pan Hao coughed. After the scene just now, it was obvious that he already had a very high prestige. Even the prestige of the local rich man Huang Youcai was compared to that of him.
"Everyone, please be patient."
"The Sore Mother just said that she doesn't want these sacrifices. Let us share them. Everyone will have enough to eat, have the strength to work, and have more babies!"
He then pointed to the wooden tablet spit out by the turtle and said: "Use this tablet to worship it, but the original tablet cannot be discarded!"
"Because...well, it has taken refuge in a greater righteous god. Because of this, it can manifest its divine power. Otherwise, it would have lost its divine power."
"I see."
Huang Youcai touched his gray beard and explained excitedly: "This is not unusual. The Chenghuang Temples in big cities also have quite a few tablets of the righteous gods enshrined. I know this, I have seen it before."
"Oh, oh, I've seen it too."
After listening to Mr. Huang's explanation, the common people naturally began to think wildly and make up reasons for themselves.
Another farmer asked: "Great witch, what is the name of that bigger god? Can you show me your power?"
"If the two gods are of similar rank, they will definitely compete for their favor!"
"Yeah yeah."
"When two gods fight, one of them will be injured. This is how the sore mother left decades ago!"
Pan Hao thought to himself, what kind of bullshit incense do saints need from you? They don’t need it at all!
Only this old turtle needs incense sacrifices.
He doesn't worry about this kind of thing at all.
Fortunately, with the help of Oogway, I finally got a firm footing, and I no longer need to think about running away because of the slightest disturbance.
Thinking of this, Pan Hao felt psychologically stable as never before, and a little bit elated.
He, Lao Pan, is really the best person on earth.
He said rudely to the villagers: "Stop being greedy and let the greater righteous god show his power? Can you pay the price? Did you give him any sacrifices? With such a small number of sacrifices, the mother will suffer from sores."
They don’t even want it, but it’s my old Pan who is very eloquent and uses his sharp tongue that makes him willing to protect me and others.”
"Then the Zhengshen is angry, are you going to take responsibility? You can just climb up the pole to show your face, and you don't even care about how much face you have."
When he yelled like this, some curious people immediately shrank their necks and did not dare to talk any more.
"Okay, that's it. Don't think too much about the bigger god."
Then the atmosphere became peaceful.
Funded by the landlord Mr. Huang, the villagers were treated to a feast on the pretext that "the sore-stricken mother has regained her magical powers".
This is indeed a great event worthy of congratulations.
In fact, it was just a bowl of rice, a few vegetables, and some fish and shrimp, which was a rare meal. The elderly and children all devoured the meal with smiles on their face.
And the total population in the town is not that big. All in all, there are only more than 1,500 people. Hundreds of people died in the battle with the evil god, most of them young and middle-aged people. The widowers who survived were lonely.
Widows and children account for more than half of the population. Looking at it this way, the future of Qingshi Town is worrying.