Although in the middle of the night, the bonfire illuminated the surrounding area brightly. This is a rural area. The construction of the Xizhou Chi Road is to pass through here. Under the big locust tree near the east, a man covered in heavy makeup and dressed in strange clothes
The old man was dancing around a bonfire. In front of the bonfire, there was a sculpture as high as a person. The sculpture could be vaguely human-shaped, but its face was ferocious and terrifying.
The old man was still chanting sacrificial words that no one could understand except him, while the people gathered around looked at him with some fear and awe. They all lowered their heads and did not dare to raise their heads to take a look.
The statue and the old man danced wildly for a long time before he suddenly sat down, his whole body started to tremble, and he made some noises from his mouth. After humming for a long time, he finally opened his eyes and looked at the people around him.
"The gods have ordered not to break ground here. If you destroy the Feng Shui luck here, it will damage your luck. The gods will no longer bless you, and disaster will happen..."
"Disaster will befall your mother!"
As the old man was talking, someone suddenly interrupted him and used such vicious words. Han people value filial piety. In this era, even insulting teachers is an unyielding hatred, let alone insulting parents. This is simply forcing the other party.
Drawing his sword, what's more, this is Xiliang where the folk customs are the most fierce. Sure enough, after hearing these words, the old man jumped up angrily and looked at the people on the opposite side.
The people gathered around were extremely frightened, and they gave way, but the group of people behind them were revealed. These people were obviously outsiders and did not belong here. The leader was a young man, and behind him was
More than a dozen officials and even their pavilion chief were standing behind the young man with their heads lowered. The young man was not wearing official uniforms, but was wearing a Confucian scholar's robe and holding a pot of wine. He looked very comfortable.
The old man just looked at it, and immediately hid the anger in his heart. He squinted his eyes and asked in a threatening manner: "Who do you dare to ask, sir? Could it be that you are bullying me, Liu Yuan, and there is no one there? Dare you insult me like this?", he obviously was.
Wanting to arouse the anger in the hearts of the people and get them to side with him, the young man shook his head helplessly, looked at the official on the side, and asked: "Which number is this?"
"Back to Zhongjun, these are the sixty-two."
The young man nodded thoughtfully, took a sip of wine, looked at him, and said with a smile: "Why don't you tell me, what is the use of your god, and what is the most important thing to him?"
offend?"
The old man was furious and shouted: "This is the spirit of the people of Liuyuan, you must not offend!"
Upon hearing this, most of the villagers around him had unkind expressions and looked around, as if looking for weapons. The young man chuckled and said, "Do you want these people to besiege me? You
Believe it or not, if you hurt me even a hair, the whole village, old and young, will be buried with me?" Upon hearing this, the old man was shocked, and the people around him also lowered their heads again.
"My husband, have I offended you in any way? I am quite familiar with County Magistrate Wang..."
"Is it County Magistrate Wang?" the young man asked. The old man smiled and nodded, showing his black teeth. The young man looked at the official on the side and ordered: "Write it down and give the County Magistrate to me later."
Take it!" The officer almost nodded.
Hearing these words, not to mention ordinary people, even the old man who was pretending to be a ghost trembled with fright. The magistrate of the county took it as soon as he said it. Who is this person? The old man endured it, but he didn't.
After losing his composure, he asked: "May I ask who Mr. Lang is? We have not violated the law...it's just..."
"Hehehe, I am Zhong Changtong. My main job is to destroy gods and ghosts. My deputy job is... the emperor's envoy..."
The old man's lips were trembling and he could not speak. Zhong Changtong sneered and said: "Since I arrived here in Xiliang, my work has become much busier. I just don't understand why the people of Xiliang are so fond of ghosts and gods."
What about... Along the way, I have seen all kinds of gods. I have peed on their heads, thrown them into the toilet, and done everything. You see, I am still alive and well. Disaster
Instead of beheading me, I beheaded those thieves who were pretending to be gods..."
"You..." The old man wanted to say something, but couldn't.
Zhong Changtong looked at the people around him and said loudly: "Whoever is willing to knock that statue down for me, I will give him a hundred dollars!"
When the people heard this, they lowered their heads and did not dare to respond.
"Five hundred dollars!"
"A thousand dollars!!"
Zhong Changtong roared again, but a few strong men in the crowd raised their heads, with a different kind of light shining in their eyes. At this price, you can buy a cow now. If there is a farm cow, everyone will
Just as he was thinking about it, a burly man walked out of the crowd, bowed to Zhong Changyi, and walked towards the statue. The old man was shocked. He did not expect that someone would really dare to offend the gods.
If it's an official job, that's it. How dare you, the head of Guizhou Province?
The old man cursed loudly and stood in front of the statue, not daring to curse the strong man. Without saying a word, the strong man stretched out his hand, pulled the old man's arm, and threw him aside. Then, he walked to the statue and flew up.
With one kick, the statue collapsed. Seeing this, Zhong Changtong couldn't help but clapped his hands and laughed. This sight made the people particularly shocked and their eyes widened.
Only the old man was still cursing the strong man.
Zhong Changtong waved his hand, and immediately an official came forward and pushed the cursing old man to the ground. The old man was speechless. Then Zhong Changtong stepped forward, looked at the strong man, and said with a smile.
"You are very good. From now on, you can just work as an errand in the county... In addition, I will also build you a good place to live. You will live a good life..." Zhong Changtong said and looked at
After asking the officials behind him, someone took the money and handed it to the strong man.
Zhong Changtong then said loudly: "I heard that you call yourself a descendant of the champion. If this is true, don't do anything to embarrass the champion again! Listen carefully, in the future, we will encounter this kind of thing again.
Anyone who pretends to be a ghost should report it to the county government immediately, or if he is arrested, he can get a reward of one thousand yuan!!" His words made the eyes of the villagers here sparkle.
"As for this old thief..." Zhong Changtong smiled, squatted next to the old man, pulled off the old man's gray beard with his hand, obviously, it was a fake beard, and he did not show that
As old as he was, but in his fifties, he pretended to be a centenarian. Zhong Changtong stood up, looked at the people, and said: "Watch it!!!" In an instant, he pulled out the gun from his waist.
With a sword, he swung the long sword, and the old man's head was immediately chopped off by him.
The head rolled to the ground, and the headless body was still spraying blood, and finally fell to the ground.
Zhong Changtong looked at the frightened people in front of him, and said gently: "If you dare to believe these nonsense again, or follow suit, you will be punished."
After saying that, Zhong Changtong led the officials and left in a mighty manner, leaving only a headless corpse and a broken statue.
Leading the officers and humming Liangzhou songs, Zhong Changtong returned to the camp. The soldiers guarding the door bowed to him and let him in. These soldiers were all sent by Liangzhou Governor Mao Jie to protect Xing.
Sir, Xing Gong did not refuse. Xing Gong turned his residence into a large camp. The officials responsible for building Chidao all lived here, like soldiers. Zhong Changtong wandered to his house.
In front of the tent, he rolled up the curtain and walked in.
As soon as he walked in, he was startled.
There were candles lit in the tent, and a man was sitting in front of the case, seemingly waiting for his return.
Zhong Changtong took a closer look, then laughed, sat next to Xing Ziang, and said: "Mr. Xing, why are you sitting here while I am paying tribute??"
: "I've been sitting here for an hour..."
"Ahem, I've been feeling a little uncomfortable lately..."
"Having said that, where did you go to destroy the gods tonight?"
"Liu Yuan..." Zhong Changtong lowered his head, like a junior who made a mistake. He usually seemed very casual and domineering, but in front of Xing Ziang, he did not dare to go out of his way in the slightest.
He said helplessly: "Liangzhou people are fond of ghosts and gods. This is also a local custom. Why do you need to target them like this?"
"That guy wants to stop Chi Dao!"
"This is the emperor's edict, how can he oppose it? You killed him?"
"He said that belief in gods can lead to immortality. I just want to see if a severed head can be restored. If it can be done, the Northern and Southern armies will not have to worry about dying in the war. They can just worship the gods. I also think about it for the sake of the Northern and Southern armies."
Xing Ziang looked at him helplessly, but couldn't say anything to reprimand, and said: "I just don't understand why you hate ghosts and gods so much that you insist on killing them all..."
"Because they lie to people and dare not hide it from Mr. Xing. In my opinion, all ghosts and gods and destiny are all lies to deceive people. They deceive those ignorant villagers, defraud money and kill people. I always feel that people should just go
As a person of faith, I will worship Emperor Xiaokang, not because of his destiny, but because of his great achievements. Similarly, I will worship princes, princes, princes, and champions, but the so-called ghosts and gods, haha...
"Zhong Changtong sneered.
"What achievements do they have? Do they dare to ask us to admire them? Do they exist? Over the years, I have offended countless ghosts and gods. If I am not living well now, no one comes to show my holiness. These ghosts and gods can be removed.
, On the contrary, those who have worked hard for the country and the people all their lives are more worthy of my worship. I feel that instead of worshiping those ghosts and gods, these people might as well come and worship Mr. Xing!"
Xing Ziang frowned and said displeased: "Absurd!"
Zhong Changtong grinned and said: "Mr.
You compare!" Xing Ziang stared at him and said helplessly: "Even if you want to flatter me, don't say that. All my life, I just want to fulfill my duties and do what I should do. This is not a merit...
"
"You are still young. Don't say in front of outsiders that you don't believe in destiny, but I do. I have seen things that you never dare to think about in your life..." Xing Ziang said with some nostalgia, Zhong
Changtong still had that disdainful expression on his face, Xing Ziang stood up slowly and said: "I won't bother you anymore... Go to bed early, there are still many things to do tomorrow, those memorials you gave me,
I've seen it too, let's talk about it tomorrow..."
Zhong Changtong hurriedly supported him. Xing Ziang was holding a cane. His whole body was bent and he could not straighten up. With Zhong Changtong's support, he slowly walked out of the tent.
After walking out of the tent and looking at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, Xing Ziang was stunned for a moment.
"Justice..."
"Mr. Xing?"
"If I die halfway, you can bury me here. The moonlight here is nice..."