Chapter 11 Old Wen Dances Night Cang with a Chopstick
Chapter 11 Lao Wen dances with his chai at night
The theater troupe stationed at the social stage in the village looked gloomy and gloomy.
The villagers are panic-stricken. Even the spring sunshine in March cannot dispel the gloom in people's hearts.
This short-lived foreign troupe actually attracted the plague!
Last night, the village was filled with darkness, and someone saw a dark figure riding a sheep on the stage.
In every well in the village, a strange Dui Gua symbol appears!
This is the signal for the plague, and the God of Plague has issued a death card.
More than a dozen of the troupe of more than 20 people fled overnight, leaving only seven honest people who were loyal to the troupe to take the blame.
The seven actors have been imprisoned by the villagers. According to local customs and ethnic rules, they may be burned to death as a sacrifice to the god of plague.
I don’t know if it’s true that actors are ruthless... The actors who escaped also took away the troupe’s money, props, and only two carriages.
"Marshal Wen!" Luo Ning spit out three words, turned around and walked towards the stage.
A young man in the village asked weakly: "Grandpa Ding, do you have to report the seven lives to the government and go through a process?"
It stands to reason that when the plague god comes to this village, the mountain god, land god, and city god will all appear.
No matter which ancient god, the true form will never appear easily. What the spiritual officer sees is just one of their many shadows.
How can this happen?
Luo Li couldn't help feeling relieved when he saw Luo Ning's confident look.
Your own reputation and future are the most important thing. If you want to take control of power and display your ambitions, isn't it for the sake of the people of the world?
Before playing the role of Marshal Wen, he must first save seven people and gain a wave of willpower.
Cai Quan'er also turned her head away from watching the sacrifice and burning.
He is the master of this place. As long as he says a word, seven people can live.
Cai Ji sat on the Taishi chair, looking down at the gray-haired village elder kneeling on the ground, wishing he could kick this old man to death.
This kind of ancient god was born to meet the needs of disaster. It is not under the jurisdiction of the Celestial Empire. Its actions are unpredictable and unpredictable, and it cannot be completely destroyed.
A group of young men with ashen faces came out holding hunting forks and pressing down seven foreign actors, all tied up.
She looked confident and in control of her wisdom, which made her feel at ease and happy.
"Have mercy!" Several actors cried loudly, including two children who were apprentices.
If burning seven people as sacrifices could avert the plague god's disaster, he would never object.
"Legend has it that the god of plague has countless shadows, and one shadow... I may have a way!"
"Brother!" Luo Li became anxious and stamped his foot, "What can you do? Are you asking for Cai Ji's brother and sister?"
But, he can't!
hateful!
Soon, several pots of turbid wine were delivered. The villagers symbolically poured wine into the seven people and piled firewood at their feet.
When Cai Quan'er saw that her brother had promised to burn seven foreign actors to death, she was expressionless.
"Grandpa God of Plague has issued a sign, and people will definitely die!"
My brother seems to be a changed person when he comes back this time.
"You guys are so stupid, really... Just knowing that they were fine all the way, they will be fine when they get to this village. I didn't know that they were really fine..."
Li Dingguo and Su Xian said in unison: "Who is the big brother going to play this time?"
Seven people crying is better than a village crying.
The village elder, who looked frightened, knelt at the feet of Cai Ji outside the stage, his tone revealing deep fear:
"The villain is incompetent, Mr. Cai punishes him..."
In the girl's heart, her brother's career is of course more important than the lives of the seven actors.
Cai Ji sighed slightly: "Oh, how difficult it is to make a living for the people. This is... the fault of the minister."
It was originally a celebration of Mr. Jinshi's senior high school through the Spring Club Drama, which was also a good intention.
Luo Ning was lying beside a well, looking at the strange Dui Gua symbols in the water.
It seemed that if they shouted so heartbreakingly, their parents would appear to save them.
Cai Ji looked at the stage not far away with cold eyes and a faint murderous intent.
What is plague? It is a kind of evil spirit in the world of mortals, the fruit of human karma!
"Burn it." Cai Ji nodded without hesitation, "If you want to offer a sacrifice, then burn it. But you must remember that this is your own wish."
The young man then stuck his head out, stood up and said to Li Dingguo and the other three: "I understand, it's a disaster arranged by the figure of the God of Plague."
In fact, the villagers are clueless. But now, they can only give it a try.
"Bring them some food and wine and give them a ride!" Old Muramasa burst into tears, "Don't be surprised, seven! We are helpless!"
It will become a stain that cannot be washed away and will greatly hinder your career!
Plague is not a disease. Even the most powerful doctors are helpless. Naturally, he, a Jinshi, can't do anything.
Cai Quan'er stood behind him, her jade face was cold and her beautiful eyes were evil.
Unexpectedly, the village chose a class accidentally and attracted the plague god Grandpa!
Therefore, the Celestial Empire could only tolerate the extralegal existence of the ancient gods.
How could someone as smart as him not know that this was the city god's deliberate indifference?
Otherwise, why can't we recruit the land and mountain gods?
As long as the local spiritual officials find excuses to ignore it, every family in the village will wear mourning, and I don’t know how many people will die from the plague!
One ecstatic and heart-wrenching comment, and that's it.
This is also a lynching method used by the people to save themselves when the spiritual officials neglect their duties.
Confused! Something went wrong!
"Old Ding, you are the village elder, what are you going to do? Huh?" The young Jinshi's tone was so cold that everyone shuddered.
"It was them who harmed you and us! We have to use the village rules and clan laws!"
"Xiangong Cai." The village elder was frightened. "Should we hold a sacrifice and burn the seven actors to eliminate the anger of the plague god..."
However, the anger of the entire village was carried by the seven companions who did not escape.
She knew very well that if a plague broke out locally, her brother's career would be greatly affected.
…
The villagers had to give orders.
"Old Wen dances on the night sky with a stick!" Luo Ning turned the Ling Dao Pearl and chanted in concentration.
"If you want to blame, blame you for not coming, blame your comrades who escaped!"
Is it really possible? As an ancient god, the God of Plague is unpredictable. Who knows if he can do this today.
Seven people were tied to the stone slab, some were crying and some were yelling.
However, no spiritual official appeared!
"Xuan Qian..." Cai Ji gritted his teeth, "As a spiritual official of the Celestial Dynasty, you dare to avenge your private revenge. I will definitely intervene against you!"
If an ancient god appears in a certain place and causes disaster, the local spiritual officials will come forward to negotiate to resolve the resentment of the ancient god and reduce the major issue to a minor issue.
If Wenchang Bo Mansion knew about it, he would become the wind knife and frost sword used by other concubines to attack him!
Two children, a boy and a girl, both seven or eight years old, turned pale with fright and kept calling for their parents.
This custom exists not only in rural areas, but also in cities.
As for whether it can be resolved or whether the disaster will stop, the spiritual officials are not sure.
Not enough willpower.
a long time.
It has changed even more than the last time I saw it in Xue Mansion.
Sometimes, it's really useful.
Luo Ning smiled and said: "Don't worry, little sister, I have my own sense of discretion."
"Burn them to death!" More and more villagers came around, and the area was filled with darkness. "It will be too late if we don't burn them!"
"Come on, bring out the seven scourges!" The village elder shouted as if he had received an imperial edict, "Before noon, burn it and offer it to Grandpa, the God of Plague!"
The God of Plague is not a spiritual official appointed by the imperial court, but an ancient god left behind in the world.
The Dui Gua symbol in the water waves is actually a bit blurry under this line.
If a plague breaks out in the local area and spreads the word, the official circles will say that he hired the troupe to celebrate himself!
Cai Ji was sitting on the Taishi's chair not far away with a calm expression.
"Stupid!" the village elder was angry, "What process should we follow? The government is very busy!"
Then, you can act like Marshal Wen and possess some of Marshal Wen's magic power.
Coupled with the ready-made supporting characters available, he can suppress the shadow of the God of Plague!
As long as he succeeds, he can harvest the whole village's willpower, take the opportunity to open his spiritual veins, and become a monk!
Don’t bully young people into poverty!
With more than 30,000 words of foreshadowing, the protagonist is about to show off his strength! Crab, good night! All kinds of requests!
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