Chapter 104 The Sword Cultivator with Destroyed Immortal Bones Sixteen
Chapter 104 The Sword Nun with all her immortal bones destroyed (16)
Just when everyone was discussing the charter for the reconstruction of Qianlian City and had just come up with a rough plan, the loud sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from outside the palace. It was very lively.
"what happened?"
With the people in Qianlian City now in such dire straits, it is really unreasonable that there are still people beating gongs and drums like this.
Could it be that there is some kind of happy event in the city? Although life is difficult, there is no guarantee that someone from a well-off family can still find the gifts to welcome the bride, which is considered rare.
But why do the sounds of gongs and drums sound getting closer and closer... The sound of "bang bang, clang clang" keeps pouring into people's ears.
The sound was so disturbing that no one had any time to think about the matter.
Lin Zhen had no choice but to put down the draft he had just started and said helplessly to everyone: "Let's go out and see what's going on."
Lin Zhen and his party walked out of the palace gate and looked outside, only to see an endlessly long team walking towards the Golden Palace.
There were eight people at the front of the team playing gongs and drums, and there were many people following behind. Some of them were carrying carts of wheat and rice, some were holding cattle and sheep, and some were holding carts of wheat and rice.
With chickens and ducks...
The wheat, rice, cattle and sheep, etc. are all tied with bright red silk, which spreads gently in the wind.
Looking at this scene, the disciples almost thought that these people were welcoming a bride or sending their daughter off to get married.
But although this team was beating jubilant gongs and drums and wearing festive red silk, there was no joy on the faces of these people, but an empty indifference.
In the team, there was a cart that was not carrying grain livestock, but young girls with immature faces. Their faces also had an indifferent look that did not suit their age, and their chests were like rice, cattle and sheep.
It looks like a chicken or duck, draped in a bright red silk satin.
This scene looks a bit weird. Damn it, isn't it some kind of supernatural event?
Someone asked Aunt Zhang: "What are they doing?"
Aunt Zhang looked at the team and said with a wry smile: "Today is the fifteenth day. The previous Xia Xianguan stipulated that on the first and fifteenth day of every month, everyone in the city must come to offer their offerings. They are here to give Xia Xianguan
Offered to you."
Oh, it turns out it was Xia Jing who did it again.
Some disciples asked: "The city has become like this, and the people are about to starve to death. Where will they get the things to offer him?"
Aunt Zhang wiped her eyes and said: "Sell your sons and daughters, and exchange them with others in nearby counties. You can always make up for it..."
Some people can't understand why in this situation they insist on making offerings to the immortal official instead of running away: "They have gone to other counties and exchanged their things and come back, why not just run away?"
"How can we escape," Aunt Zhang lamented after hearing this. "The nearby counties knew about the situation in Qianlian City and only opened a small area for us to exchange things. We couldn't go anywhere else. There were people who secretly escaped in the past.
After escaping to Wangyue County in the east, wouldn't he still be caught by the local immortal official and throw all the bodies back?"
It seems that the immortal officials around here are all working together.
Lin Zhen looked at the lustless girls in the middle of the team, stretched out his hand and pointed in that direction, and asked: "What are those girls doing here?"
She had already noticed something, and now she felt that she should just chop Xia Jing into pieces.
As she expected, Aunt Zhang's words confirmed her thoughts: "Those girls are also dedicated to Xia Xianguan."
Lin Zhen rubbed his fingers on the scabbard and asked, "Has Xia Jing made such an offering before?"
"Yes, it happens every time." Aunt Zhang thought about it for a moment, "There are probably about ten girls every time."
But they didn't see girls of this age in Xianguan Mansion.
Lin Zhen's eyes were slightly sullen, and he lowered his voice and asked, "So those girls..."
Aunt Zhang replied in a matter-of-fact tone: "Of course he is dead. I don't know how many corpses the Xianguan Mansion threw in the mass graves outside the city."
Lin Zhen was silent: This world of cultivating immortals seems a bit outrageous. Are these people cultivating immortals or cultivating demons?
Aunt Zhang looked at her somewhat cold expression and said cautiously: "Immortal... Xia Xianguan has left. Do you want to catch him back?"
If Xia Jing, this bitch, really hits her hand in the future, he will definitely be chopped into pieces.
Lin Zhen put this matter aside for the time being and said, "Okay, let's go out and explain to the villagers first, and let them take those offerings back."
In such a famine year, those loads and carts of wheat and rice are so important to people. They may be able to support the people of a village until the spring of next year.
Just as they were saying these words, the leader of the team had already arrived at the steps outside the Golden Palace. He put down the things in his hands without raising his head and bowed: "I have seen Xia Xianguan, I have seen him."
Dear immortals! The five hundred kilograms of rice offered as an offering by Shanyuan Village are here, please ask the immortal official to inspect them!"
Everyone looked at the white rice placed under the steps and were silent for a while.
These rice grains should be the food used by the people to save their lives, but now they are placed on the same snow-white steps as an offering to an immortal official who does not need these things at all.
The few villagers who offered the rice did not hear the sound and did not dare to look up. So the people behind them also stopped there, lowered their heads and did not dare to say a sound. The beating of gongs and drums also stopped.
.
Lin Zhen took a step forward and stepped onto the steps. As he walked down the steps, he said, "Everyone, please get up. You don't have to come to Xia Xianguan to pay tribute anymore."
It seemed different from the Xia Xianguan's voice they heard before?
Some villagers boldly looked up at Lin Zhen and asked: "This... Immortal, is Xia Xianguan leaving Qianlian City?"
In fact, Xia Jing had shown signs of running away with the money before. Now if someone told them that Xia Jing had abandoned Qianlian City, it wouldn't seem that surprising.
Lin Zhen smiled and said, "Yes, that Xia Xianguan was driven away by us."
This answer surprised the villagers.
"Yes, really..." A villager hesitated for a long time after hearing the words, and then hesitantly said to Lin Zhen, "But that Xia Xianguan has a good background, and he has a huge backer..."
"It doesn't matter, his backer is dead." Lin Zhen said with a smile, "Don't worry about him coming back for revenge. You can take these offerings back. At this time, everyone is in need of food."
