After listening to Fang Linyan's analysis, the others also felt that it made sense. At this time, Qing Bo, the "expert" brought by Li San in related fields, wanted to show his presence:
"The root of the problem should be in the Dragon King Temple."
Fang Linyan glanced at Qing Bo approvingly and said:
"Yes, I think so too."
Li San suddenly said:
"When Sai Zhang Fei's uncle gave us the Yin Tile before, he said that he only took it to the Dragon King Temple to worship at the beginning of the month!"
"When I asked Xie Wang and others before, I also mentioned that the efficacy of the medicine in the yin tile is constantly losing. After about five or six people have been boiled, the effect will be very poor, and they need to go to the Dragon King Temple to worship.
to recover.”
"So, the place where these people with Yin tiles can meet is the Dragon King Temple, and they can't go to worship empty-handed, so the mastermind behind the Dragon King Temple can continue to eat a wave of blood sacrifices!"
After making such a judgment, it is obvious that the next action target has been determined, and that is the Dragon King Temple!
So everyone went through a lot of preparations, which was nothing more than bringing black dog blood, talisman water from the incense sect, and incense.
At the same time, Li Ju, as a senior brother and one of the most capable senior brothers in the Xiang Cult, had already called the local Xiang Cult altar leader and asked him to make preparations first and let the news out, which was nothing more than giving him
Find a just reason for their actions.
For example, what the altar leader said to the outside world is that several of his brothers were entrusted by the Dragon King with dreams, saying that a thousand-year-old rat spirit was digging holes under the Dragon King's statue. The Dragon King was in charge of the 48,000 aquatic tribe, but he could not control it.
A rat on land, so this rat spirit made the old man miserable.
So the Dragon King pointed out a hoard of silver to them and asked them to use it to hire enthusiastic people to help deal with the monster. If they catch and kill the rat spirit with their own hands, they can get an additional ten hoards of silver.
Moreover, this rat spirit is also good at digging holes, and there are countless gold and silver in its lair. Anyone who kills it can get the gold and silver.
Fang Linyan felt that there was no point in telling these lies that were full of loopholes before. However, after arriving at the scene, he realized that he was wrong. In the countryside where information was blocked, the enthusiasm of these villagers for the local primitive religion was indescribable, even during a severe drought.
When it rains, some county magistrates burn themselves in front of the Dragon King Temple to pray for rain.
Therefore, if you act rashly without preparation, and hundreds of farmers find out that you are causing trouble with the Dragon King, these ignorant people will immediately feel that if these foreigners anger him, there will be a severe drought, or there will be no rain.
What should I do if there is flooding?
Therefore, the way they respond is nine times out of ten, they will chase after you angrily with hoes and dung forks. If you kill people, it will have no effect at all unless you kill them and bleed them into rivers. But the government will definitely do it.
Come forward to arrest you.
If you don't kill people, let alone go to the Dragon King Temple to find out the mastermind behind it, it would be great if you can keep your arms and legs intact.
Of course, for the altar owner of Xiangjiao, his eyes were also shining, because he had never fought such a wealthy battle in his life!! The father of the funder gave them two hundred taels of silver as soon as he made a move.
work!
What kind of market have these poor country people seen? Fighting for water, fighting for a field, fighting for a chicken and killing people are not too common!
A small amount of money given to each person will make their eyes red and completely lose their minds, not to mention that they can still wear the righteousness of "solving troubles for the Dragon King".
By the time Fang Linyan and others arrived, the altar master had already taken care of everything, and many people gathered around, looking at them with piety, fear, and even curiosity.
A high stage was set up outside the Dragon King Temple. On it, two Taoist priests were waving peach wood swords and murmuring sentences that others could not understand at all. They were so agile that they He does somersaults from time to time, and even occasionally takes a sip of wine and breathes fire...
To be honest, Fang Linyan felt that as long as these two Taoist priests changed their clothes, they could immediately go to the overpass to perform juggling. Such a performance was unprofessional and deeply insulted the profession of Taoist priests.
But the farmers below, who were extremely poor in spiritual and material civilization, were watching mesmerizedly under the stage. They looked like turtles stretching their heads due to lack of oxygen. Even the frequency of blinking was reduced by 50%. My breathing also became very gentle, lest I miss any frame.
That look can't help but remind people of some past events exuding youthful hormones, such as when we first saw *** seventeen minutes and thirty-one seconds, and how we were raped in the first place. I can’t bear to click fast forward during class to concentrate...
Because Fang Linyan was relatively close, he even heard some uncontrollable admirations:
"Doesn't this bearded Taoist priest look very smart?"
"How can I see it?"
"He only turned sixteen somersaults, while the short Taoist priest next to him turned twenty-one."
"But Taoist Beard can breathe fire!"
"Isn't the short Taoist priest a good person when he sings about sorrow?"
"..."
Hearing these compliments, Fang Linyan had mixed feelings. It turned out that in the minds of these villagers, the number of somersaults was used to judge whether the Taoist master was proficient in his business!
If Lao Tzu or Patriarch Sanfeng heard these words, they would definitely hide their faces and sigh. If they had known how to write the Tao Te Ching and practice Tai Chi, they would have just found a group of monkeys to spread the glory of Taoism, which is the right way.
In this atmosphere like a grand festival, Fang Linyan and others entered the Dragon King Temple without any hindrance. The temple was neither big nor small, and was divided into three entrances.
The first hall that you enter enshrines Prime Minister Tortoise and Snake and Patrolling Yaksha. The statues made by the country people here are quite crude. You can even see that the weapons and forks of Patrolling Yaksha next to them are broken, revealing the forks supported inside. Sticks and straw.
Surprisingly, this did not prevent the incense burner in front from being full of incense ashes, and there were quite a lot of sacrifices in it.
They entered directly into the main hall, which was the last place they entered. The statue of the Dragon King was standing here. There was no way to decorate the place in the countryside, so they could only hang a red cloth on the back, probably because the temple was renovated later. , the roof above the altar was smoked black.
Miao Zhu also came forward, but was separated by the altar leader Lu Xiong and a few people. It could be seen that although this guy was quite cunning, he had never experienced any major events. His face turned pale with a knife stuck to his waist. He was probably a Those who don't know are just stealing some tributes and sesame oil at best.
Fang Linyan took out the yin tile from his arms, looked at the altar table in front of him, then waved to the temple blessing and said:
"Come, tell me, where should this thing be placed on the altar table?"
Miao Zhu must be familiar with the Yin tile thing, and most ordinary people still know everything and talk about it after having a knife held on their necks, and can only say in a trembling voice:
"Actually, I really don't dare to hide it. I used to put it on the altar table, and wait until the people left at night to soak it in the blood. After one night, it will be fine."
Fang Linyan smiled and said:
"Tell me clearly, where does the blood come from? Where is it stored and how is it soaked in? Also, what do you mean, it will be fine after just one night?"
Seeing that the temple blessing was hesitating, Fang Linyan simply resorted to the money + knife method again, and waved his hand to have the temple blessing be dragged directly to the empty room next to him:
Then he took out a large ingot of silver and placed it in front of Miao Zhu, then put the knife on his throat:
"If you tell the truth, just take the money and leave. If you talk nonsense, you'll be reincarnated."
Miao Zhu had the knife held on his neck, and the muscles on his face kept trembling. He could only say honestly:
"When there is no one around at night, I will take out a basin, fill it with water, and then put the shady tile in it."
"Then I will take the basin to an open space in the backyard. After one night, the water in the basin will dry up and the shady tiles inside will be restored."
Fang Linyan smiled and said sharply:
"I don't think you're telling the truth, and you can't just conjecture such a thing out of thin air, right? Who asked you to do this?"
Miao Zhu suddenly suffocated, and his eyes rolled around wildly. How could Fang Linyan give him a chance to hesitate at this time? With a flash of the sword, one of his ears immediately fell to the ground.
Miao Zhu suddenly screamed loudly, but his mouth was immediately covered by the Xiang Cult member next to him, and he was pinned to the ground. The veins on the back of his hands burst out, and his whole head and neck turned red.
After a minute or two, Miao Zhu was released after the pain subsided. At this time, Fang Linyan said calmly:
"Who asked you to do this? I like to deal with honest people, have you thought about it?"
Miao Zhu seemed to have a lot of backbone. He looked at him with hatred in his eyes, then he opened his mouth and cursed!
As a result, he had just finished cursing, and the incense cultivator next to him immediately dragged him down and gave him a good beating! He waited until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen before pulling him up again.
But to be honest, this guy really had a temper. Just after he stood firm, he aimed at Fang Linyan and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. But how could he let him succeed with Li San nearby?
Facing such a person, Fang Linyan simply waved his hand, then turned around and walked out. Naturally, someone helped him to spit out what happened next.
Youdao is a professional. He is not here alone this time. There is a mixed bag in Xiangjiao. What is lacking is money, but there is no shortage of talents. Sai Zhang Fei once worked as a jailer, and he has long been familiar with the torture method.
Breasts.
However, Fang Linyan stood outside for two or three minutes, talking to Li San, when he suddenly saw a woman walking next to him.
This woman held her hair loosely and walked with her hands and feet. She looked very strange. She was swaying as if she was malnourished, and her face was abnormally pale.