Chapter Twelve My Handsome Wen Qiong! (Big Chapter)
The spring light suddenly disappeared and ominous clouds shrouded it.
At some point, a black shadow riding a sheep floated eerily under the eaves of the stage, looming.
The black shadow wore a long robe and a bamboo hat and held a staff. It looked very ancient. The sheep it was riding had a pair of curly horns and a long beard.
This characteristic couldn't be more distinct, it is the God of Plague that makes people change their minds.
To be precise, it is a shadow of the God of Plague.
At this time, it was floating quietly on the stage, seeming to be silently paying attention to everything around it.
Thousands of villagers gathered around the stage, everyone could see clearly, and all of them remained silent! ωωw..net
All children have their mouths tightly covered by their parents and elders.
Even Cai Ji, a dignified seventh-grade Confucian scholar, looked solemn at this time and did not dare to make any mistakes.
The magical powers of Confucianism cultivators cannot deal with the treacherous and eccentric God of Plague.
He can't help it!
For some unknown reason, these ancient gods left over from ancient times hardly interact with Confucian cultivators. Whenever Confucian cultivators take the initiative to contact them, they are unwilling to respond.
They mainly contact the government through spiritual officials.
Cai Ji took out a document from the fish bag again with cold eyes, and then said softly: "Tuo County City God's Temple, pass!"
The document suddenly ignited without fire and emitted a white light.
This is the standard flying document of the Celestial Empire. It is a valuable communication magic weapon. It can send messages as far as three hundred miles. The disadvantage is that it is not very reliable and the other party sometimes cannot receive it.
However, the Town God's Temple in this county is only more than a hundred miles away. Cai Ji has lost his third flying slip, and there is no way that the Town God Xuanqian will not receive it.
There is only one reason why Xuan Qian deliberately failed to receive it!
As the head of the county's spiritual officials, Xuan Qian has no concern for this matter. Even the county magistrate would have trouble handling it, let alone a county judge who has just entered the officialdom.
Cai Ji looked at the black figure riding a sheep and felt something bad in his heart.
Just burning seven foreign actors to death... I'm afraid it won't be enough!
Even if seven people are burned to death, the village will probably still be plagued by plague.
If this is the case, it could cost hundreds, thousands, or even more lives!
At least this county can't hide it, and it has to be brought to the county level no matter what.
He was sure that Xuan Qian, a cunning and vengeful man, had already figured out how to make himself take the blame.
Who said that he happened to be in this village? Who said that this troupe was invited to celebrate his invitation?
It can’t be picked cleanly!
What to do? Even though Cai Ji was decisive and capable, he was at a loss at this time.
The official is still too small and the power is still too weak!
At this moment, his desire for power was even more intense.
The villagers looked at Cai Ji together, with strong requests and expectations in their eyes.
Master Jinshi, who was very good at nourishing qi, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles under the gazes of thousands of people, with awns on his back and sweat on his forehead!
Shocked and frightened, Cai Quan'er took out her handkerchief, wiped the sweat from her brother's forehead distressedly, and whispered: "Brother, how about we...leave now?"
Cai Ji shook his head: "It's too late. Even if we leave now, we will never be able to get away with it."
"Well, the official career is difficult and the people are pitiful. Fortunately, I am a Confucian and Taoist monk, so I can protect you and my brother and sister from getting the plague."
Cai Quan'er's voice was bitter: "If we hadn't fought against the Luo family and Xuan Qian before, maybe we wouldn't be so passive."
Cai Ji narrowed his eyes: "I don't regret this. If I don't help the brothers and sisters this time, I don't have a clear idea. If I help them once, I will end our friendship for many years and we will part ways from now on."
The frightened village elder saw that Cai Ji had no expression, so he could only make a puff and knelt down in front of the strange black shadow.
"God of Plague! There are more than a thousand villagers in Maple Leaf Village. Men farm and women weave. No one is a robber, no one grows poisonous weeds, no one sells fake goods, and no one sells smuggled salt!"
"The God of Plague knows everything, and I can't hide anything from you! Except for the occasional extermination of households, excavation of ancestral graves, fighting over water, kicking in widows' doors, and dealings with human traffickers, there are no bad things in this village!"
As soon as he knelt down, the darkness surrounding him all knelt down. Many people wanted to escape from the village at all costs, but they did not dare at this time.
"One more thing, I want to apologize to the God of Plague on behalf of my village!" said the village elder, kowtowing. "Every household in this village worships the God of Wealth. They offer sacrifices to the God of Wealth during the four seasons and eight festivals. The God of Wealth is the most popular, but they have forgotten the God of Plague!"
"I shouldn't just sacrifice to the God of Wealth and ignore the God of Plague! This is disrespectful! We must change! We must change! Please be kind to the God of Plague..."
He pointed to the seven foreign actors who were about to be burned to death, "These seven people invited the God of Plague, and they must have done a lot of evil. The villain burned them and sacrificed them to Grandpa. Please accept our filial piety and calm down."
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He spoke hoarsely for a long time, kowtowing as if pounding garlic, but the strange black figure riding a sheep and holding the knot showed no reaction at all.
The village elder gritted his teeth and said, "Come on! Light a fire! Burn seven of them to make amends to the God of Plague!"
A group of terrified villagers got up, raised torches, and prepared to light a fire.
Cai Ji shook his head and stood up.
He is leaving this former residence with his sister.
He didn't want to see the burning of human sacrifices.
A gentleman's benevolence can't be tolerated when he sees it.
The most important thing for him to do now is to sue Xuan Qian for neglecting his duties and avenge his personal revenge!
"Slow down!" Suddenly a loud shout interrupted Cai Ji's thinking.
He followed the sound and couldn't help but stare, "This is... Zhiyuan!"
I saw a young man in a green shirt, with a blue face painted on his face, walking towards him with a strange look.
Although this person had a strange blue face, Cai Ji immediately recognized him as Luo Ning.
Cai Quan'er shuddered and saw Luo Ning with a strange blue face.
"What is he going to do?" Cai Quan'er frowned, "Are he crazy?"
Luo Ning's loud shout immediately attracted everyone's attention.
There was a "swipe" sound, and more than a thousand pairs of surprised eyes looked at it.
Luo Ning appeared with his adopted brother, sister, and little black dog, and stood on the stage generously, "These seven people cannot be burned!"
Alas, this world is so barbaric that seven living people were burned to death as a sacrifice to the god of plague.
There are countless such things happening all over the world.
Unexpectedly, the folks I know well can be so cruel at critical moments.
Whenever there is a chance, he must stop it.
That’s seven lives!
"Xiao Luo, what are you going to do?" The village boss was furious, "What did you draw! Pull him down! You will make the God of Plague very angry!"
But when the villagers looked at the majestic and cold-eyed Li Dingguo beside Luo Ning, no one dared to step forward and take action.
"Zhiyuan!" Cai Ji said in a deep voice, "What are you doing? Come down quickly!"
Cai Quan'er gritted her teeth and looked at Luo Ning, "Why are you so crazy? Are you looking for death? Come down quickly!"
The villagers were also angry.
"Nonsense!"
"He doesn't want his life!"
"Absurd! Nonsense!"
"Luo Ning is frustrated and crazy!"
Luo Ning knew that whether he could proceed as planned depended on whether Cai Ji supported him.
"Brother Xuan Shu!" Luo Ning said loudly, "I heard that the God of Plague likes to listen to operas. If he sings well, he will calm down!"
"I want to perform a show with seven people, it's better than burning them to death!"
"It only takes a quarter of an hour to sing it, so why not give it a try!"
When Li Dingguo saw Luo Ning on the stage without hesitation, he couldn't help but blurt out: "This is what a man should be like, my eldest brother is really a hero!"
After Luo Ning finished speaking, he suddenly turned his face, facing the black figure, running the Ling Dao Pearl, stimulating his willpower and chanting: "This is the commander--Wen Qiong!"
The strange thing is that under these words, the black figure that had not reacted at all before started to tremble.
Many people saw very clearly that the black shadow moved under these words!
God of Plague really likes going to the theater?!
After all, Cai Ji was a Confucianism cultivator. He immediately saw that the figure of the Plague God reacted to Luo Ning's words!
As soon as he thought about it, he immediately shouted: "Okay! Let's spare the seven people first and sing for the God of Plague together. If we send away the God of Plague, I will let them go!"
"Brother..." Cai Quan'er deliberately stopped her. She didn't believe that she could send away the God of Plague by performing a play.
Besides, can Luo Ning still act?
Cai Ji chuckled, "Let Zhiyuan try it. What if it really works?"
Mr. Jinshi has spoken. Besides, everyone did see the black shadow riding a sheep move just now. How can you still dare to object?
"Thank you Brother Xuan Shu!" Luo Ning handed over his hand, "Village elder, please let them go."
When the seven actors heard this, they burst into tears of joy and nodded desperately to Luo Ning!
Luo Ning's Ling Daozhu suddenly began to throb.
Willingness is coming!
A trace of wish power, mysterious and mysterious, was contained by Ling Daozhu.
Although there are only seven people, the grace of saving lives is different, and the power of will is also great.
The willpower that was originally only the size of a grain of rice slowly turned into the size of a soybean!
A message came from Lingdaozhu, and Luo Ning immediately sensed that he could play the third low-level role.
Of course, Marshal Wen is not a low-level character, but he can still play his part!
"Thank you, Mr. Xiaoguan, for saving your life..." As soon as the seven people were released, they immediately knelt down and thanked Luoning.
Ling Daozhu is still harvesting the power of wish!
"Get up! No need to kneel!" Luo Ning told the story directly, "Seven of you, choose four to form a team and play a supporting role for Marshal Wen!"
"Come! Flag, gong, umbrella, newspaper..."
One of the seven people couldn't help but say: "My benefactor... an expert!"
As soon as he said something, he stopped immediately and looked embarrassed. Because this expert really couldn't stand on the stage.
They travel around the world singing operas just to earn a living, and they also know that the world looks down on actors.
Luo Li looked worriedly at Luo Ning, who was preparing to perform, and said to Su Xian: "Third brother, my brother is really..."
Su Xian comforted him: "Don't worry, little sister. Brother must be sure. My second brother and I both know it."
Li Dingguo smiled and said: "My little sister doesn't know your brother's methods. You'll find out later."
Luo Li patted his chest and felt relieved.
Well, then trust me brother.
Brother, do a good job!
Luo Li waved his fist at Luo Ning, then picked up Xiao Hei and held him in his arms.
Thousands of villagers just looked at Luo Ning and others preparing to take the stage, and they all looked weird.
A scholar goes on stage to act in public!
Isn't this self-destruction?
Back then, he, like Cai Ji, was a well-known scholar in his hometown.
Now Cai Ji has become a Jinshi master and is superior. Fortunately for him, he has become an actor!
What is unfilial piety? This is it.
If his parents were present, he would probably vomit three liters of blood.
However, they also have expectations in their hearts, hoping that Luo Ning can really perform a play and invite the God of Plague away.
Cai Ji's expression was complicated and his eyes were playful.
Cai Quaner bit her lip and shook her head.
Brother Ning is really frustrated and crazy. He has given up on himself to this extent!
Poor people must be hateful.
Fortunately, he had reined in his horse before and used his wise sword to cut off the love thread.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a waste of life?
Alas, I was so young back then that I would actually be tempted by him.
So shameful.
The strange black shadow riding a sheep holding the knot was suspended motionless in place, like a knife hanging over everyone's head.
Many people feel dizzy and their heart beats faster, which are signs of being infected with the plague!
The seven people quickly selected four people to work together and tinkered with costumes, flags, gongs, and umbrellas.
Two children, one dug out a riding crop and a gavel, and the other dug out a set of costumes and a flag.
Luo Ning was very satisfied after seeing it. Nowadays, actors are humble, and they still need these ordinary skills to perform live roles.
"My benefactor, here it is!" The two children were very clever and hurriedly helped Luo Ning put on costumes, with flags on their backs.
Immediately, he half-knelt and presented the whip and gavel.
Luo Ning, with a blue face, suddenly looked majestic and majestic when he put on this outfit, like a god!
At the same time, the four supporting actors are ready to drive the car with ease.
"The marshal is here!" A group of actors and actresses came on stage one after another with a guard of honor, moving in circles but not straight. The remaining two people immediately started beating gongs and drums.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang!"
A group of supporting flags are waving, and stars surround the protagonist like a moon.
Luo Ning, who had a blue face and a high crown, took a square step and walked seven steps to the sound of gongs and drums. Then he swung the mallet with great skill, his blue face suddenly turned around, and he pinched his smiling fingers.
This is the debut!
Run the Ling Dao Pearl, inspire your only will power, and recite loudly:
"Old Wen dances with his hammer in the night sky, driving away the god of plague and blessing us. I am the leader of the ten eunuchs, and I am the busiest during the four o'clock and eight seasons."
He danced with the mallet in his hand and said, "I am the Commander-in-Chief, Emperor Dongyue-Wen Qiong!"
"Report!" A sidekick walked in a circle and somersaulted at Luo Ning's feet. Ben knelt down and reported:
"Report to the Marshal! The God of Plague - is coming!"
"Your Majesty! The God of Plague is coming!" A group of supporting actors shouted in unison.
I don’t know why, under the operation of Luo Ning’s Ling Daozhu, the voices of a small group of actors actually created a solemn and breathtaking momentum!
"This is..." When everyone saw this, they were in a daze as if they were out of their minds.
Even that weird black shadow started to squirm at this time!
"Huh?" Cai Ji stood up suddenly.
Cai Quan'er's bright eyes also became a little confused.
Luo Ning waved his hand, and his blue face suddenly changed!
Sometimes it was his own face, and sometimes it was a strange blue face.
The Ling Daozhu was working hard, and the mysterious true meanings passed across the spiritual platform. In a trance, he seemed to see the majestic heavenly palace, the deep underworld, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky!
His consciousness was still very clear, but another lofty and ancient spiritual thought infected his consciousness!
Ancient God: Marshal Wen!
At this moment, he was acting like Marshal Wen! He had some of Marshal Wen's magical powers to expel the god of plague!
"My subordinates, please take a look!" The supporting cast shouted again, and the magical atmosphere became more solemn and solemn.
Luo Ning followed the direction of the dragon's flag and looked at the black shadow, "Who are you!"
The black shadow trembled and made an erratic voice: "Who are you?"
"This handsome man - Wen Qiong!" Luo Ning danced, and a tall blue phantom faintly appeared behind him and disappeared in a flash.
However, when the black shadow looked at the fleeting blue phantom, it squirmed even more violently, "Shuai Wen? Why are your subordinates manifesting here?"
"Stop talking!" Luo Ning's voice was as sonorous as gold and iron, with a heart-stopping magical power, "Go!"
The black shadow became even more chaotic under that kind of power, and said quietly: "I have an order! I am ordered by my subordinates..."
Before he finished speaking, the black shadow disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
At the same time, all the Dui Gua symbols in the well water also disappeared!
The brilliant spring light shines again!
The increasingly painful feeling in the hearts of many villagers has also dissipated.
"This is under the command of the Marshal! The God of Plague - go!" A group of supporting actors reported in unison.
Then, Luo Ning was surrounded and stepped down.
Everyone looked at the young man who played Marshal Wen and were all stunned.
The scene of more than a thousand people suddenly fell silent!