"By the way, I haven't asked the layman his name yet."
Sensing that the old man was no longer wary of him, Fahai deliberately narrowed the relationship.
"I am not a layman, so my surname is Chen. Because I am the sixth among this generation, Tuoda is respectfully called Sixth Uncle by the villagers. The elders call me the sixth uncle."
Chen Laoliu kept saying that he did not dare to make false claims.
Although Fahai claimed that he was no more than a mere monk, his graceful and earthly demeanor could not be deceived by others, and the old man's voice became more respectful unconsciously.
I learned from Chen Laoliu that because the vast majority of people within a radius of ten miles have the surname Chen, this village is also called Chenjiacun, and the neighbors in the village are more or less related to each other.
The old man's house is at the west end of the village. There are three thatched houses with one entrance and one exit, where the couple and their two sons and their families live.
Old man Chen is twenty-two years old this year, and the two brothers have grown up in their prime. Now they have married and started a business, adding grandchildren to the old man's family.
When it comes to his grandson, the old man obviously becomes more interested and talks a lot more than before.
But for some reason, whenever Fahai asked to see the two children, Chen Laoliu would always use various excuses to push him away.
From the hesitant words of the old man Chen, Fahai could clearly feel a hint of strange confusion.
Combining the information previously given by the system, he felt that he should have guessed something.
The village is not big, with about seventy or eighty households. Soon the old man's family appeared in front of him.
Just as the old man was about to lead Fahai into the house, an old man with white beard and hair suddenly walked out of the house, turning back from time to time to say something to the old woman behind him.
"Lao Liu, his wife, everyone is doing this for the good of the village. Please go back and untie that stubborn donkey. Don't be confused for a moment... Hey, Lao Liu, are you back?"
When he saw the old man, he was obviously taken aback.
"When a distinguished guest comes to your door, don't show him off."
He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just choked out something. Chen Laoliu walked inside with his head down.
In the back room, an old woman whose temples were also grayed by wind and frost wiped her tears, glared at her husband, and sent Li Zheng out the door.
"Patriarch, don't blame this stubborn donkey. He also lost his temper with you because he felt sorry for his grandson. Who in the village doesn't know that you, Li Zheng, were the first to sacrifice your grandson for everyone's safety? But Niu
Baby...that child is only three years old, can you think of another way..."
Although I didn’t listen carefully because the two of them were far away, the first half of it was enough for Fa Hai to understand a lot of inside information.
He stood next to the old man, pressed the action on Chen Laoliu's hand, and Fahai chanted the Buddha's name softly.
"Amitabha, uncle, don't blame the young monk for talking too much. The young monk also heard what my aunt said just now. It seems that something happened to the nephew. Although the poor monk is not a profound Buddhist, he still has some ability to subdue demons.
There is no way to repay the kindness of a meal, so maybe this little monk can do his best in this matter."
"This..." Old Man Chen hesitated, he didn't want to drag this kind little elder into the water.
Seeing that the other party still seemed a little unconvinced, Fahai didn't say much.
He made a magic spell at random, and immediately glazed fire ignited from his whole body, making him shine like a god.
"This, this is... the Bodhisattva has appeared and sent down Arhat to save the world!"
Chen Laoliu burst into tears. Once the emotions he had suppressed for many days were released, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Fahai with a plop.
"Sixth Uncle doesn't need to be polite. It's just some small tricks. He can't be called an Arhat."
Quickly dispersing the pure fire on his body, the young monk helped the old man's body as he was about to kneel down.
"Elder, little elder...please save my poor grandson. He is only three years old and will be sacrificed to the monster in the Chijiang River..."
From the old man's cryptic words, Fahai understood the reason for the matter.
It turns out that people in Chenjia Village have been farming for generations. Because the farmland is close to the Chijiang River, water can be drawn for irrigation at all times. Even if there is a drought, there is no need to worry about the harvest.
But I don’t know when a carp spirit appeared who claimed to be the King of Inspiration. This spirit could stir up the clouds and mist, call the wind and rain, and cause the Chi River to flood the farmland at the slightest displeasure.
At first, the monster only wanted to sacrifice pigs, horses, cattle and sheep, but gradually, the fish monster, seeing through the weakness of the villagers, began to take advantage of it.
At first, he devoured the villagers every three days. Later, he found it unpalatable and asked the villagers to sacrifice a pair of boys and girls every year.
If you don't obey, a flood will occur and the whole village will be flooded.
At first, the villagers also thought about looking for a mage to get rid of the evil obstacles in the river, but two or three mages invited by the temple failed to survive a round, and they became the dead souls in the mouth of the fish monster.
After coming and going again, no one dared to come to Chenjiacun to slay demons.
The King of Inspiration? Could it be the one in Journey to the West?
Fahai looked strange.
When he mentioned the King of Inspiration, he thought of Journey to the West; when he mentioned Journey to the West, he thought of Sun Wukong.
The Sino-US co-production in the second half of this year... ahem, in short, it will bloom and it will be over.
If he continued, he might one day have to apologize to the people of the whole country. Fahai quickly stopped his increasingly dangerous thoughts.
I immediately agreed to the old man's request. At this time, the old woman had just finished delivering the luggage and was walking in from the outside.
When her husband said that the handsome monk in front of her could save her grandson, the old woman didn't believe it at first, but when Fahai showed a little bit of his magical power, she hurriedly ran to the hut and prepared an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks.
Dinner consisted of home-grown vegetables in the field with a bowl of rice and beans with blue edges, and a plate of pickled radish, which was specially brought out for Fa Hai.
Originally, Chen Laoliu wanted to catch the only old hen that laid eggs in the house and kill it. Fortunately, his wife reminded him that monks do not eat meat, so he patted his head in annoyance as if he had just woken up from a dream.
The rice and beans were too coarse to be swallowed, but the Buddhist monks focused on training their bodies, and there was no one without a pair of iron teeth. Some of the food was transformed into wisps of vitality and integrated into the body within a short time.
Although it is a simple meal, it is more authentic and authentic, and Fa Haiduan tastes delicious.
After eating and drinking, Fahai declined the old man Chen and his wife's idea of giving him the bedroom. He found a shabby mat everywhere, sat down and meditated, and waited for nightfall.
The carp spirit who claimed to be the King of Inspiration asked the villagers to contribute boys and girls every night. There was still some time before the agreed deadline, so Fahai naturally wanted to seize the time to recover some of his mana.
A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. Even if the opponent is a whole level lower than himself, Fa Hai will not look down upon him in the slightest.
The night was getting darker, and a crescent moon hung high on the branches.
Feeling some movement suddenly coming from the direction of the clan's ancestral hall, Fa Hai suddenly opened his eyes, and his whole body floated up from the ground. He used his magic power to push open the half-open door, and then Shi Shiran followed those who were going from the ancestral hall to worship.
crowd.
The winding snake-like procession slowly extended towards the river. A group of strong young men were either carrying tributes or playing and singing with musical instruments. The originally festive music was torn into shrill sounds by the cold wind.
whimper.
On the altar in the middle sat two pink and jade dolls, one of which was Chen Laoliu's grandson.
But Fahai was far away at the end of the team, moving slowly along, and no one noticed anything strange along the way.