Chapter 53 [The intention has been accepted, remove the five animals.]
The sun sets in the west.
Cheng Yu stood on the roof of Zhuangtou's house and saw the fragrant lotus quietly fanning into the kitchen. He gently took off the rattan basket hanging under the beam and took a look inside.
The disappointment is evident on his face.
"Alas!"
The girl sighed softly, hung the rattan basket back under the beam, turned around, walked out of the kitchen, and walked slowly towards the backyard.
Only then did Cheng Yu remember that he hadn't eaten this girl's meatballs for a long time.
Seeing that there was no one in the front yard at the moment, the little sparrow quietly flew into the kitchen along the crack in the door.
There are still some split white-flour steamed buns and a few pieces of minced meat in the rattan basket.
Cheng Yu suddenly felt very hungry. He ate the meatballs in front of him in several mouthfuls and pecked at some steamed bun residue. Suddenly he felt another force of wish dissipating in his soul.
I heard a suppressed sound of joy coming from the backyard, and then gradually turned into low sobs.
"Deng-deng-deng-deng..."
A burst of hurried footsteps came from the backyard. Before Cheng Yu could fly out of the kitchen, the girl pushed the door open and came in, just in time to meet the eyes of the little sparrow on the vine basket.
"Xiao Ma... Grandpa Quexian! You are back!"
The girl's low voice was full of surprise.
Cheng Yu was speechless when he heard the other party calling him grandpa, but he couldn't speak to communicate with him, so he simply spread his wings and flew over the girl's head, landing on the roof of the main house.
Xianglian wiped away her tears excitedly, turned around and came to the door, clasped her hands together and bowed three times to the sky outside the courtyard, muttering something in a low voice:
"Thank you, Grandpa Quexian."
After praying, he walked happily to the backyard.
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That night, the clouds covered the moon, and Cheng Yu took an early rest when he saw that he could not practice.
His original bird's nest was given to Lady Que, so he had to find a roof anywhere for one night.
The next morning, Cheng Yu rarely got up early and heard the shouts of Zhuangtou not far away.
"Money plowshare, money plowshare!"
"Second Grandpa, you are here."
Another lean and dark young man walked out of a thatched hut.
"Go to the county seat and tell Mr. Qian that the Quegong Temple in our village has been built. When will he come to hide the statue so that we can prepare in advance?"
"Ah? I don't dare to go. You'd better ask Qian Siliu to go. He knows the roads in the county town."
"Why don't you dare to go? Qian Siliu is ill, so you can go today."
"He was pretending to be ill. Last time he went to Qian's Mansion and was imprisoned for a day and a night. Who dared to report the news?"
Qian Duofu slapped the young disciple and cursed in a low voice:
"He's pretending to be your mother-in-law. Last time he was reporting trouble, this time he's reporting good news. Can it be the same? Go quickly, if you report well, we will reward you with money."
"Really? I'll go, I'll go!"
Qian Lisha simply changed his clothes and ran towards the county seat.
Cheng Yu spread his wings and flew to the front yard, and saw Qian Duofu's second son squatting in front of an earthen wall in the yard below, holding a bald brush dipped in water and carefully writing on the wall.<
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That wall was the earth wall where Cheng Yu used Xiao Shui's magic to write the aspiration of the Golden Salamander Killing the Jiao.
At this time, the wine liquid on it has long disappeared, but every stroke of each character has been recessed.
When Cheng Yu saw that the two pillars were being described seriously, it didn't seem like he was forced by his father, but rather as if the child had enlightened himself.
The little boy kept tracing for half an hour until he was interrupted by the noise in the village.
It turns out that the Quegong Temple has been built and is located in a small open space in front of the village near the official road, facing the Sanxian Temple behind the village across the village.
Two ancestral halls, one in front and one behind, guard Qingluo Village.
Cheng Yu took the lead and flew into the main hall of the ancestral hall alone when no one was around. Inside, there was a tall human-shaped statue covered with red cloth.
He flew to the top of his head and opened the red cloth with his mouth, revealing a very lifelike statue of a god with long hair, white shirt, sword eyebrows and starry eyes.
At this moment, in the body of a sparrow, looking up at his own clay body, Cheng Yu felt an inexplicable strange feeling in his heart.
At this moment, Qian Duofu led everyone in the village to the temple.
Cheng Yu had already heard the noise and flew to the beam to look down. The red cloth on the head of the statue fell to the ground. Qian Duofu thought it was caused by the wind and hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the red cloth and cover it again on the statue.<
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After covering it, he suddenly felt something. He took out a handkerchief from the lapel of his clothes, with three feathers wrapped inside.
It was the ones his second son had picked up in the mountain temple. He thought they might have been left behind by the Bird Immortal when he was fighting the evil dragon, so he hid them at home.
At this time, the new statue was completed, and Mr. Qian wanted to hide it in person, so he took these feathers with him and prepared to hand them over to Mr. Qian.
"Second Grandpa! I'm back!"
Qian Lishao ran quickly along the road outside the village, shouting as he ran.
"What's going on? Mr. Qian is coming soon?"
"No...no, Mr. Qian said that the mansion has been busy recently, so Wu Xia came to the village and asked us to sit down and hide the statues by ourselves. Mr. Qian will come and offer incense in person after this period of work is over."
"Oh, in that case, let's just pretend to hide and sit down today."
Qian Duofu touched his front and said.
"One more thing... I met the old immortal in Qian's Mansion!"
"Oh? Seriously?"
"Absolutely true!"
Qian Duofu's thoughts began to change rapidly, and he even began to suspect for a moment that this old immortal was sent by the Qian Mansion to pray for Zhuangzi on purpose.
Only then did Cheng Yu, a senior officer, remember two lines of Tang poetry that an old Taoist had once read.
I forgot about it.
"It turns out that the old immortal was invited by the Qian Mansion. Mr. Qian was busy entertaining the old immortal when he came to our village. In that case, I will sit down the statue of Grandpa Quexian today. Then I will go to the Qian Mansion to give the old immortal some specialties.
The gift shows your sincerity, and by the way, I want to bring something to hide."
There are no hidden statues among the three groups of gods in the Three Immortals Temple at the Empress of Zhuang. It would only be a ghost if they could be efficacious.
They are also expected to block the evil spirit on the mountain.
When the villagers heard that they could seat the statue of Quegong Temple today, they all beamed with joy.
According to the custom in the village, everyone can share and eat the offerings in front of the statues on the second day.
But today's sitting of the statue is different from the past. What is prepared in the village is a large sacrifice of five animals.
A whole cow, a sheep, a grunting wild boar, a black native dog and an old hen.
Finally, I can eat meat again.
Among the crowd, only Mr. Gu and his wife looked sad, especially Mrs. Gu, who was looking at the black dog that was tied up for sacrifice with tears in her eyes.
Damn the black-hearted village head, he didn’t tie up his own black dog, but tied him to my house to guard the gate.
Cheng Yu recognized the black dog from a high place. It was the one that attacked him on the first day he traveled here.
God has a way with dogs...
Could you have imagined that that inadvertent sneak attack at that time would result in being tied to the altar today?
The black native dog managed to turn its head and saw its owner looking at him with tearful eyes. There were actually tears falling from the dog's eyes.
When Cheng Yu saw this scene, he sighed softly in his heart.
"The golden statue of Grandpa Quexian in Quegong Temple is seated and the wine offering begins!"
After Qian Duofu shouted solemnly, he raised the middle one of the three barons on the table high above his head and shouted:
"Sacrifice to heaven!"
He threw the wine into the air, picked up the one on the left and raised it above his head and shouted:
"Sacrifice to the ground!"
"Wow"
Throw the wine on the ground.
Qian Duofu picked up the last wine baron:
"Respect the immortal!"
After shouting, he did not throw the wine away, but raised it high and put it back on the altar.
After putting the altar table back, he did not let go. Instead, he froze in place, staring at the words on the altar table.
A line of big characters written in water: "I have received my intention, remove the five animals."
The case was very clean just now.
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Behind them, all the bankers who were still waiting for the next chapter saw the banker standing beside the table in a daze. They all looked at each other in confusion. An old man in the front row stretched his head and took a look. He said "Ah!" and woke up Qian Duofu who had entered meditation.<
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"Grandpa Quexian has appeared!"
The clan elder shouted, and people fell to their knees again in front of the ancestral hall.
"Grandpa Quexian has appeared!"
"Grandpa Bird Fairy bless you!"
"Quick! Remove the five animals quickly! Grandpa Quexian sympathizes with our poverty and specially told me to remove the five animal sacrifices."
Hearing the shout from the village head, all the villagers kneeling behind him were stunned in place.
Only Gu Er's wife reacted the fastest. She jumped up and rushed to the case, picked up the tied black native dog, turned around and ran home.
The second person to react was the mother-in-law of Zhuangtou's family. She called Xianglian to untie the cow's reins and lead it to her home.
The remaining sheep and old hens were also taken back by each family, leaving only one black pig tied to the ground and humming, no one dared to touch it.
The other farmers watched helplessly as all the meat that was about to be eaten was taken away by the original owner, leaving only a black man with a look of resentment on his face.
But thinking that this was what Quexian meant, I had to suppress my slight dissatisfaction.
Then I thought that this bird fairy would not be picky, and it would be much easier when it was my turn to make offerings in the future, so I became happy again.