Chapter 1915 Shinto

"Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life."

A faint shadow emerged from a willow tree next to it. It looked like a scholar, and it was the person that the village chief Yue Kaishan dreamed of.

The scholar bowed and saluted Qin Sang, speaking sincerely.

Qin Sang said: "I want to thank you for your protection on behalf of these villagers first. Besides, the locust spirit has not killed anyone."

The so-called locust god is not a locust spirit that became a spirit. Qin Sang guessed that it should be a locust spirit born from the will of a swarm of locusts due to some kind of chance.

The woman riding the donkey and the spirit of the willow tree in front of me are manifestations of divine will, not real transformations.

It reminded Qin Sang of the mysterious spiritual insect he traded with Fat Silkworm in the Storm Realm when he first entered Zhongzhou.

The scholar said: "It is the nature of locusts to look for food. She does not intentionally target the human race."

"It's kind of you to help her defend herself."

Qin Sang shook his head, turned his eyes, and saw an earth temple in the village.

The stone temple is simple and crude, and there is no full-time temple official. The villagers cannot afford a clay sculpture painted with gold paint and enshrined in it.

In the mortal world, the image of the land father-in-law is similar.

This statue of the earth god is also an old man with a long beard. He has a amiable appearance and is not even remotely similar to the scholar in front of him.

"Where is the land god here? Let you, an irrelevant willow demon, step in to prevent disasters?"

There are residual waves on the clay sculpture, and there should have been an earth god here before.

The scholar looked gloomy and said: "Three years ago, a tiger demon made trouble in the mountains. The land was trying to protect the villagers, but was killed by the tiger demon. Since the little demon became spiritual, the land has often been irrigated with spiritual energy, and we are where we are today. With the care of the land,

I dare not forget the kindness."

"I see."

Qin Sang had long noticed that there were cracks in the clay sculpture and the two arms were broken and were glued together with white ash.

"You have the desire to inherit the land, the desire to protect the people, and the good deeds, but you want to inherit the throne of God? If you wish, I will let the villagers reshape the clay body, and then you can accept the incense and worship, and enter the Shinto

.”

Hearing this, the scholar suddenly became excited, "A little demon can do it too? But..."

Judging from his performance, he was obviously happy, but in the end he showed a worried look.

"What worries do you have?" Qin Sang asked.

"The little demon once heard that except for the mountains and old forests, all the gods in the natural land of mountain gods will be summoned. If they are not summoned, they will not be included in the sacrificial ceremony. If they are not righteous gods, they will all be evil gods and they will be punished.

The City God sent troops to annihilate the city, cutting down mountains and destroying temples. Moreover, the gods who were granted the title are all virtuous people of the human race. The origin of the little demon, I'm afraid..."

The scholar's face was full of worry.

"The City God of Beikuo County has not sent away new land for three years, and it is his negligence to sit here. You drove away the locust spirits and protected one side, which is equivalent to making up for his fault. If he sticks to the alien prejudices, he is not worthy of sitting on the position of City God.

Already."

Qin Sang said calmly.

"Immortal, be careful what you say!"

Liu Yao was horrified and frightened by these rebellious remarks.

However, remembering that Qin Sang had easily restored his vitality, Liu Yao realized that the person in front of him might be unusual, and he must have the confidence to dare to say such things.

The scholar hesitated and bowed again: "Then I'll trouble you, the Immortal, to speak kindly to the City God for the little demon and ask for a summons. If... if... the City God doesn't allow it, the Immortal shouldn't make things difficult for you..."

The locust spirit had gone away, but the villagers were still kneeling on the ground and kowtowing incessantly. No one noticed the conversation between Qin Sang and the scholar.

Qin Sang walked forward and coughed lightly.

Yue Kaishan was lying on the ground, muttering something unknown. He looked up and saw Qin Sang and wanted to kowtow to him again.

"Xie Xianchang..."

Qin Sang stopped Yue Kaishan and said, "Come here and talk."

Leaving the crowd and walking to a willow tree, Qin Sang pointed to the willow tree and told Yue Kaishan the truth.

"... You can build another statue in the temple according to the image of the scholar in the dream and offer incense."

Yue Kaishan returned to the case and shouted excitedly.

"It is Willow God who protects us! Willow God protects us!"

…

On the trail.

Qin Sang led his horse back, and under a willow tree by the roadside, the shadowy figure of the scholar saluted them from a distance.

During this process, Qin Sang did not take action, nor did he see any fierce fighting. Suzaku was drowsy, and Xiao Wu showed no special performance.

Qin Sang walked slowly, constantly thinking of Xiao Wu's problem.

Seeing the little five-pointed fish, Qin Sang had a premonition and took this trip specially, which finally confirmed his idea.

I don’t know if I was led astray by the killing in the desert, or if it’s just my nature.

Xiao Wu is more like a killer than him.

"Could the key to dispelling the demonic power be here?"

Qin Sang did not answer Xiao Wu's question.

He can give a dozen answers casually, but he must be cautious when facing Xiao Wu.

"We can choose to kill people, or we can choose to save people. When we travel later, we won't kill people, we will only save people!"

Qin Sang made a decision.

It sounds like if he does this, he won't be able to understand the way of killing.

However, based on Qin Sang's understanding of the "Ziwei Sword Sutra", when Emperor Ziwei was practicing, there was probably a process of sheathing his sword, trying to suppress his murderous intention until he found his own way.

But Qin Sang has never thought of sheathing his sword.

In the world, if there is yin, there must be yang. The yang pole produces yin, and the yin pole produces yang. Everything is like this. Maybe he can understand something from it.

Since it is a journey, it is also appropriate to experience various moods.

Qin Sang once again realized the benefits of the Void Refining Period, the long lifespan, and the catastrophe that occurs once every three thousand years, giving him a longer time to understand and find the way.

Xiaowu always obeyed Qin Sang's advice without hesitation and nodded lightly.

"What's the point!" Suzaku muttered dissatisfiedly, "How can we punish evildoers without killing people? How can we call it justice for heaven?"

"Some people go astray, and some people make mistakes for a while, but they can all be saved. Those who commit heinous crimes, doesn't the Chenghuang Temple have a punishment department?"

Qin Sang smiled, got on his horse, shook the reins lightly, and galloped like a mortal Taoist priest.

Luohou's speed is only slightly faster than Fanma, but no obstacle can stop her from running along the river bank.

Qin Sang painted a statue of the willow god for the villagers, and was left to eat. It was almost dusk when he set off.

Before arriving at Beikuo County, the sky was already dark and the moon was waning in the sky.

The moonlight shines on the river, and the shadows of the trees spread their teeth and claws like water ghosts.

'Huhuhu...'

Suddenly the wind picked up on the river, and a dark wind blew in our face, adding a bit of eerie feeling to the night.

Where the overcast wind came, a light mist filled the river embankment, and there were two figures faintly visible in the mist.

Their figures were erratic, their feet never touching the ground.

However, looking at their attire, they all wore neat black robes, high crowns, swords hanging from their waists, majestic faces, and a faint strange aura about them. They were definitely not lonely ghosts.

On the back of the robe, there is the word "North" written on it.

They were riding fast against the wind and heard the rapid sound of horse hooves in front of them. They flew to a high place and looked around, and saw a man on horseback running at night.

Although strange, I didn't find anything special about Taoist priests.

They did not show up and continued to move forward. Just when they were about to pass each other, the Taoist priest suddenly stopped and his eyes were clearly looking at them.

"Can you see us?"

The two of them subconsciously clenched the handle of the knife.

Qin Sang got off his horse and cupped his hands: "You two are the underworld of Beikuo County? The name of Pindao is Qingfeng."

"Exactly! I've met Taoist Master Qingfeng," the two yin men guessed that Qin Sang was a cultivator, and his cultivation level far exceeded them, so they both returned the favor.

"Looking at the direction you two are heading, you should be here to investigate the locust plague, right? Why are you here so late?"

When the villagers of Xiwu Village come to the city to seek work, a competent city god can immediately detect the rumors.

The messengers were sent just in the past four days. If the God of Willow had not stopped the locust swarm, I don’t know how many crops would have been eaten up.

Being scolded face to face, Yin Chai suppressed the attack and said: "There are other important things in the city. Your Excellencies are too busy to do anything. We just learned about the rumors of the locust plague today and immediately sent us to check it out. If it is an ordinary locust plague, it is the way of heaven and there is no need to interfere. If
To be continued...