That night, people in the deserted village had the same dream, saying that the reason for the severe drought was entirely due to Shaoqiu. For the current plan, the only way to do this was to kill Shaoqiu as a sacrifice to the sky, and then it would rain. Of course,
Shaoqiu was completely unaware of the dreams that people in the deserted village had. He was the only one in the deserted village who had not had this dream.
The weather is so dry that there is almost no grass growing on the mountains. The grass that has managed to grow is now withering. If it doesn't rain, it will probably be gone soon. From time to time, the rocks will emit green smoke, as if they are scorched.
, it can be seen that the temperature is so high that it is really not ordinary hot.
On this day, people in the deserted village carried the sacrifices and walked towards the mountain. They were about to hold a prayer ceremony for rain at the edge of the Shaoqiu field. After the sacrifices were laid out, people sat silently aside and looked at the Master.
After reciting the incantation and doing all this well, someone suggested that Shaoqiu should be found, otherwise all the work would be in vain.
In order to eat and to resist this severe drought that has not happened in a century, people can only sacrifice Shaoqiu. With his existence, it seems that the people in the deserted village cannot survive. Can we not take his life?
Shaoqiu stayed in his room that day. He didn't know what was going on in the outside world for a while. Fighting and killings happened from time to time, and all he did was just a little bit of water. However, Shaoqiu was indifferent to the world and stayed here at this time.
You are quite safe in your own home and don't have to worry about others taking your life.
Besides, I was feeling quite uncomfortable, so what if I didn't stay in the house to rest? But at this moment, I found someone knocking on my door from time to time. I didn't know what was going on for a while. It was clear that I was sick and couldn't go.
How can we still force each other like this when we are fighting over each other?
Shaoqiu covered his ears for a moment, hoping not to listen, otherwise, there would never be peace. However, even so, there was still a lot of ridicule outside, and many people started scolding each other without knowing what was going on. Soon this
The scolding turned into beatings, and you could clearly hear someone falling to the ground and shouting "It's over."
At this time, someone banged on the door of the house very hard again, obviously not letting Shaoqiu live a peaceful life, and it seemed that he would not stop until he was tortured to death. And what harm does Shaoqiu do to people?
Why are we so forced?
"Shaoqiu," someone shouted outside, "come out quickly."
"You don't need to study anymore. Today is your death day. Otherwise, with your existence, none of us would be able to live." Someone told me this.
"Today we have decided that we must kill you!" I don't know who added this.
Faced with this unexpected situation, Shaoqiu couldn't stay in the room and read, so he wanted to close the door tightly, but the crowd outside was so angry that he couldn't think of going out. He might not be able to hide here for a while. I don't know.
If someone kicks it, the door is very likely to be broken. However, with the blessing of Bodhisattva, the person who comes here can still do nothing to stop the door even though the force is quite powerful!
"If you don't come out, we will set fire to it and you won't be able to come out!" Someone in the crowd shouted.
Shaoqiu listened and coughed lightly at this time. He didn't know what this severe drought had to do with him. Why did he treat himself like this? But he didn't want to go out. It was definitely impossible, so he opened the door.
There were many people standing in the dark place outside, all gnashing their teeth. They really hated Shaoqiu so much that they had to eat his flesh and peel off his skin. There were even some people holding big knives, the blade of which was so sharp that they reflected it.
Facing the cold light of the sword, Shaoqiu shuddered.
"What do you want from me?" Shaoqiu asked, quite powerless. There was no way to escape at this time, so he had no choice but to beg people to let him go.
"You have to die!" someone in the crowd shouted.
"Yes, if you don't die, we won't be able to survive. Please pity us. Look at how hungry our children are!" After someone finished saying this, he cried quietly.
"Follow us and go up the mountain. More people are waiting for you. You have to go!" people said.
Shaoqiu had no choice but to follow the people in the deserted village and walked up the mountain. Once outside, the weather was extremely dry. From time to time, big trees spontaneously ignited on the roadside, and the raging flames made people cough.
, even more so in Shaoqiu. Not only that, the only cloud in the sky also gave birth to fire, and the flowing fire was flying non-stop. It can be said to be very beautiful. If the weather hadn't been so dry, looking at this flowing cloud at this time, I would seriously
It can be said that it is a beautiful scenery that I have only seen in my life.
However, no one was in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at this time. People were more concerned about the safety of their own lives. Fortunately, Shaoqiu finally came, and there was a substitute for death. It seemed that he was using
There is no need to die. Of course, Uncle Hua is also involved. In this situation that has not happened in a hundred years, Uncle Hua is deeply moved. It is the general trend to execute Shaoqiu. Just look at him putting water from his own field into his own field.
Know how wise decisions people make.
This one thing alone was enough to kill him, not to mention the fact that there was a god who showed him in a dream. If he killed him, wouldn't he be considered unjust? Most people thought so at this time.
Shaoqiu stood silently beside his own field, facing this God-given water. He couldn't laugh or cry at this time. He really didn't know who was teasing him and actually put the water from Hua Bo's family's field into his own field. For a while, people couldn't help but ask, "
What's going on?" "Yeah, why did the water from Uncle Hua's field flow into your field for no reason!" "This was obviously stolen. Needless to say, it's not an exaggeration to kill him.
." "He should have died long ago. If he hadn't recited the incantation, why would the deserted village be in this state? At this time, there is a severe drought. It is unreasonable for this person not to take full responsibility!" "I think my back pain is 90% likely.
It’s also thanks to this person. At this time, I want to ask, can I kill this thief?” “It’s a pity that he doesn’t have a mother, otherwise, I will do something terrible, and I will have to sleep with him until he grows old.
Not mother!"
While people were expressing their opinions one after another, the mage was practicing the Dharma, muttering something majestic, and the mountain became solemn at this time. The mage's disheveled appearance made Shaoqiu a little scared, and the wood he held in his hand for no reason
The sword is pointing at no one else except myself, a thin and sick scholar, right?
"Bring him up and show his head to the public!" the mage roared. At this moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and the mountains not far away also resonated with it. For a moment, the mage's words were like gods.
"I'm not guilty. Why are you doing this? Let me go quickly, otherwise you will die badly!" Shaoqiu was carried up by people, and Uncle Hua sat in the crowd with a smile on his face and watched.
, I feel that Shaoqiu should have died long ago, otherwise, the water in his field will be stolen in the future.
People put Shaoqiu in the bushes of firewood. As long as the firewood is lit, Shaoqiu will turn into ashes, and the wind will completely disappear from the world. However, even if Shaoqiu is alive
In the bushes of firewood, the desire to survive was still undiminished. I knew that shouting was in vain, but I kept shouting.
"Burn him, burn him quickly!" people shouted.
And someone brought up gongs and drums to beat, amidst the sound of firecrackers, someone performed the Yangko dance, and some even kept doing magic... Everything became so beautiful, provided that Shaoqiu died, otherwise, people
But I’m not in the mood to play with this!
"Let me go, let me go!" Shaoqiu shouted louder and louder.
However, someone came over and heard him shouting so hysterically. He felt that it was insulting to the gods, so he slapped him until Shaoqiu fainted and then stopped. Shaoqiu's mouth kept bleeding.
Come on, the man showed no mercy and beat Shaoqiu to death.
People poured water on Shaoqiu's own field. Soon Shaoqiu woke up again. He looked at the many people around him, as if they were evil ghosts seeking their lives. How could he not feel sad?