Following a ferocious roar, even the summer cicadas that were chirping on the vine suddenly fell silent.
Groups of serfs knelt down with earth-colored faces and did not cough even a single sound.
Then a man in fine clothes with broom eyebrows appeared with a group of strong men.
This man was dressed exactly like a Tibetan man, carrying a whip with blood stains on it, and walked towards the serfs with a ferocious look on his face.
The group of sword-wielding men behind him were all tall, strong and muscular.
Luo Ning, who was not far away, took a look and found that this person was a ninth-level martial arts cultivator.
"Crack!" There was a crack of a whip, and at the same time a serf screamed, covering his wrist in pain.
The ninth-level monk was as strong as a tiger. The owner of the village whipped down the whip and immediately knocked the serf's left hand away.
The wrist that lost its hand was filled with blood.
The serf fainted from the pain.
"Those who don't know whether to live or die!" Zhuangzhu shouted furiously, "If Ling Pu dies, you don't want to live either!"
The serfs kneeling on the ground were all shaking, their heads on the ground, their hands on the ground, and sobbing in their mouths.
This is also a dog ritual, used when asking for forgiveness.
From village owners to serfs, they were still Xia people a few decades ago, but now they look more and more like Tubo people.
Every time something ominous happens in the village, the owner of the village looks for a scapegoat, and countless people die.
This time, every household cannot escape.
Thinking of this, many serfs felt cold in their hearts.
"If Ling Pu dies..."
The old man thought of his boyhood again.
When they were young, this was still the territory of Daxia, and they were still the people of Daxia.
Although the officials and gentry of Great Xia were both scorpions and tigers, at least they still had freedom and were not pigs, horses, cattle or sheep.
Relatively speaking, life in Daxia is easier.
But now...it's difficult.
The owner of the village took off one sleeve like a Tubo man and continued:
"You might as well say a few more words today, otherwise you will really rebel."
"Many women do not want to have children because they are afraid that they will continue to be serfs after giving birth to children. Many men would rather die than marry and have children, because they are afraid that their children and grandchildren will continue to suffer."
"Really? I know a lot of people's thoughts."
"Hey, in a manor with tens of thousands of people, there are less than a hundred babies born this year!"
"I'm blind!"
"If you don't have a child, I will give it to Master Jin to tie up the Buddha and give it to Yanshi Temple!"
The Yanshi Temple is extremely intimidating among women. When the village owner mentioned this, the young women present immediately trembled like frightened quails.
The owner of the village was holding a bloody whip, looking at the crowd on the ground with a pair of cold eyes, and his tone became more and more unkind.
"If a man has no wife and children, I will cut off his lifeblood and make him an eunuch! It's useless to keep him anyway!"
"I'm telling you, this is your fate. Not only you have to suffer it, but your descendants and descendants should suffer it for all the generations to come!!"
"Understood?"
"Why? The Buddhas said that this is because you have committed too many sins in your previous life and have caused karma, so you have to be like a cow or a horse in this life to pay back."
"If you want to blame it, blame it on yourself for committing evil in your previous life..."
"If this spiritual grape does not bear fruit, then it is your karmic retribution. It is your sin and you have offended the God of Agriculture."
Luo Ning watched this scene, Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and even the disciple Bai Yuanyuan beside him could sense the master's anger.
Master hates this village owner very much.
The majestic owner of the village was talking enthusiastically when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He turned around and saw Luo Ning, his expression was startled, and then his face suddenly changed, and his stern expression immediately turned into a stiff smile.
Luo Ning's cold expression instantly became as pale as a white cloud.
"Master Operator!" The owner of the village stepped forward to salute and said respectfully in Xia language:
"My name is Chen Huigen. My Tibetan name is Nima Wangdui. I am the owner of this village."
"It is truly an honor for me to meet you, Sir, today."
There was no way, Luo Ning was a seventh-grade monk, two realms higher than him, how could he dare to be disrespectful?
It is his master Jin Yanshou, who is also a seventh-grade cultivator.
A young man is actually a seventh-grade monk. He must have a good background and must have excellent qualifications.
He didn't even dare to ask Luo Ning's surname.
Luo Ning was very disdainful of this kind of person who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and was unkind for the sake of wealth, but he was too lazy to argue with such people.
Nima means the sun, which is a good and auspicious name. But when used on such a person...
He took out the opera ticket and said, "Nima, I'm going to perform a tour here, playing the role of the God of Agriculture. Please ask God to take care of your soul."
"Your tribal envoy has already met with me. He doesn't have time to accompany me. He has to meet the Buddhas at Yanshi Temple."
Luo Ning played the role of the God of Agriculture, of course, to earn his will power, but he also thought about these serfs.
"Oh!" Chen Huigen was even more respectful when he heard that Luo Ning had already met Mr. Jin on the road.
"It turns out to be Mr. Luo!" Chen Huigen handed back the playbook with both hands, "Master Luo has deigned to come to our village for a tour. I am really lucky to have you in my next life!"
Chen Huigen was surprised and happy, how could he say no?
Most of the Tubo opera performers perform performances to invite gods, but they can only invite the shadow of one or two gods in their lifetime. There are not many opera performers who can invite the shadow of the God of Agriculture, but the number is too small, at least he will definitely not be able to invite them.
This Luo opera actor actually offered to play the role of the God of Agriculture. At least he could give it a try!
If he could really invite a figure of the God of Agriculture to help, then his Spiritual Grape Garden would be saved.
"Come here quickly, kneel down and salute!" Chen Huigen shouted to a group of serfs, "This is the master actor from Naqin Mansion, Mr. Luo!"
When a large group of serfs heard this, they immediately rushed over with a loud roar, knelt down with a loud roar, put their hands on the ground, barked twice, and then said in unison:
"The humble Tianzhong people, pay homage to the noble Master Luo!"
Although the language he spoke was still Xia, the gestures and etiquette were all Tubo-style.
In order to curry favor with the Tibetan nobles, the upper echelons of the tribe actively cooperated with Tibet's assimilation and also forced the serfs to become Tibetans.
Small-headed people like Chen Huigen all have a Tubo name.
"No gifts!" Luo Ning frowned slightly, "You surround me and make me feel even hotter."
"It's gone, it's gone! Get out of here!" Chen Huigen shouted. He came and went away as soon as he was called.
"Wait a minute." Luo Ning pointed at the serf whose left hand was knocked off. "That serf has fainted. I'm afraid he will bleed to death."
"With fewer serfs, there are fewer laborers."
Chen Huigen understood and immediately ordered:
"Master Luo is kind and has a bodhisattva heart. Just give him a bandage and don't let him die and ruin Master Luo's good fortune."
The little fox girl Bai Yuanyuan had long known that Master would do this. She jumped off her horse and came to the serf's side.
"I'll do it." The little fox girl squatted down, took out a bottle of elixir, and applied it on the serf's severed limb.
When Chen Huigen saw Luo Ning with a beautiful demon cultivator, he immediately thought that Luo Ning had an extraordinary origin.
"Master Luo, please come to your humble abode to rest." Chen Huigen said, "Please let me do my best as a landlord, and then I will invite Master Luo to perform on stage."
Although Luo Ning wanted to squeeze this cruel village owner to death, his expression was very dull.
"It's up to the host and guest." Luo Ning nodded, "It won't be too late to perform again tomorrow."
"To show our sincerity to the God of Agriculture, all serfs will stop work tomorrow to watch the show."
Luo Jiaban followed Chen Huigen into the owner's courtyard, and saw that the pavilions, pavilions, water pavilions and flower corridors inside were really grand.
A small village owner lives in such a deep house and compound, which shows how ruthlessly the serfs were exploited.
Not only that, Luo Ning discovered that there were hundreds of slaves serving in the owner's mansion.
When they saw their master and guests, they all paid homage to them and were very humble.
"Master Nima, I usually like to be quiet. I don't need to have a banquet, so just find a quiet place." Luo Ning had no intention of trying to compromise with Chen Huigen.
Relying on his seventh-grade cultivation and the popularity of Naqin Mansion, he didn't have to give Chen Huigen face.
"Follow Mr. Luo's wishes, and I will never disobey you."
Chen Huigen was as ferocious as a tiger in front of the serfs, but in front of Luo Ning, he was like a warm and hospitable master.
Chen Huigen led Luo Ning to a monastery and personally escorted Luo Ning inside.
At dusk, he personally delivered eight exquisite landscape treasures.
Accompanying me were two girls of thirteen or fourteen years old.
"Master Luo." Chen Huigen said with a smile, "If Master Luo doesn't give up, I would like to climb up the ladder and make Master Luo my friend."
He pointed at the two girls and said in a very natural tone:
"They are still virgins. Although they are vulgar serf girls, they have been raised in the house for several months. Their complexions have become much brighter and they can be used reluctantly."
"Let them serve Mr. Luo tonight, because I am afraid that their status will be low and they will humiliate Mr. Luo's status."
Luo Ning was a seventh-grade monk at such a young age, and he was handsome and elegant. He looked like a noble prince, which made Chen Huigen think about him and wanted to fawn over him.
Unexpectedly, Luo Ning smiled indifferently, shook his head and said: "That's all, a gentleman doesn't take away what others like, so the owner of Nima Village should keep it for use."
His tone and look were completely uninteresting.
The experienced Chen Huigen immediately saw that...it was not an act.
I really have no interest.
It must be that his vision is too high and he can't look down upon it.
Looking at the little fox girl next to him, she turned out to be a rare and stunning beauty, and you can tell how good Mr. Luo's vision is.
So Chen Huigen did not force himself and changed the topic again:
"Master Luo, tomorrow we will invite the God of Agriculture to perform a play at the Lingpu Garden of our village. I have already ordered that thousands of people will come to watch the play tomorrow. It is really their good fortune."
"According to the rules of the Tubo people, I have prepared a pair of boys and girls to kill and sacrifice to the gods. In this way, it will be more sincere to entertain the gods."
In the past, when Tubo opera performers came to perform, they usually had to perform a blood sacrifice ceremony first.
Luo Ning shook his head and said: "No need. Since I dare to play the role of the God of Agriculture, I will definitely be able to invite the gods to come to me. No blood sacrifice is required."
"This..." Chen Huigen wanted to refute, but swallowed it back, "Then as Master Luo said, everything will depend on Master Luo tomorrow."
"No matter what, I will definitely make a statement and I will never let Mr. Luo worry about it in vain."
He said he was polite on the surface, but in fact he was already slandering in his heart.
At this time, he speculated that Luo Ning was seeking benefits in the name of acting.
Luo Ning took out his dry tobacco bag and took a puff of cigarette. "We will see the outcome tomorrow. Master, please do as you please."
When Chen Huigen left, Luo Ning's face suddenly turned gloomy.
If he can really become a tribal envoy, Chen Huigen must do it!
PS: The monthly recommended ticket is rolling all over the floor! It was originally planned to be released on the 15th, alas... Good night everyone, I am autistic. I support it!