Chapter 29 Welcome the River God

Author: The younger brother of the true brother

Chapter 29 Welcome the River God

The bottom of the water is silent, and only a few swimming fish can be seen near the river bank, but I dare not approach the location of Heshen Village.

As the sun sets, the river water is as calm as a mirror.

Li Mo closed his eyes and rested in the ancestral hall. The water spiritual energy penetrated into his body from his mouth and nose. Most of it was absorbed by the protective layer of multiple dantians, and a small amount condensed into low-grade spirit stones in his chest.

He couldn't help but feel helpless, and he still had to find the right place to practice.

The haze and smog spiritual energy in Heshen Village is pitifully small.

Even if Li Mo couldn't figure out why Heshen Village was not clear, he was not going to stay for more.

After all, meditation and practice are almost useless, and at most, the protective layer of the dantian is increased, so you can simply focus on the spiritual roots of the internal organs.

Li Mo waited for a long time, and the night gradually became deeper.

The moonlight penetrated into the windows along the river water, causing the ancestral hall to be wrapped in blue, and a few withered duckweed floated past him.

As long as Li Mo does not keep his focus, the illusion will affect his perception, and Heshen Village will become back to that ordinary village.

He did not do anything during his meditation.

Spots of dust have gone with the flow and are scattered everywhere in the river.

The spiritual power of haze smog is better than that of the panacea. Even if it leaves Li Mo's body, it can last for a long time outside the outside world.

Li Mo opened his eyes and couldn't help but say, "Here you come."

"Clangdongqiang, Clangdongqiangqiangdongqiang..."

At the same time, the sound of beating gongs and drums suddenly rang in the water, and the lanterns emitted a fiery red light.

Immediately afterwards, villagers kept leaving the house, and their faces were still covered with heavy makeup, as festive as if they were preparing to welcome the New Year.

The villagers danced while moving closer toward the entrance of the village.

"Welcome the river god, welcome the river god!!!"

Wang Baoshan wore a distorted big-headed baby hood and shook his body hard, and the river water around him was turbid.

“Huh?”

Li Mo's expression was subtle because he noticed that five people were wearing lion dance costumes and quickly left the house to join the celebratory team.

When the villagers bent down, they turned into a "little lion" with their heads raised and their tails waving, and came to the ancestral hall surrounded by the team.

The lion's appearance is biased towards a tiger and beast, and it is not an ordinary two, but five people.

The fiery red dress with wrinkled edges is dressed as lion legs, while the villagers holding the lion's head are lion heads, imitating the every move of the beast.

Li Mo licked his lips.

Unexpectedly, the affair can still borrow the power of the Shanjun monster?

Li Mo used his painting of green clothes, and the ghost tiger poked his head out of the shadow of the ancestral hall, letting him ride on his back, and drilled out of the ancestral hall through the window.

The lion dance continues.

Next is the time for Wang Baoshan to say his congratulations.

Wang Baoshan looked sad, as if he was about to die. He tied the head of the lion with a red rope and shouted loudly.

"Brother Yi asked me who is Chen, and the Kan hexagram is Jiayin."

"Meng Qiu in July is 25th, and Zi Chou is born in my body at the second time, and Geng's body is apart in seconds."

"Brothers from all five sides are here."

"drink!!"

The five people who played the lions responded hoarsely, and their movements became more forceful, as if they were about to instill life into it.

Wang Baoshan walked to the door of the ancestral hall with strange steps.

In a trance, he saw the temporary temple fair on the top of the mountain, the respectful eyes of the onlookers, and the reminiscing expressions of the old man.

"Brother Yi asked me, where is the lion coming from?"

The villager holding the head of the lion woke up replied in a trembling voice: "The lion comes out of Heshen Village, the nine-story stone slab and nine-story mountain are famous for eternity."

His voice became more and more blurry, and his hands couldn't stop trembling. It was clearly a lion's head made of cloth, and countless flesh and blood rhizomes were born at this time.

The flesh and blood rhizomes pierced into the villagers' necks, the lion's head began to activate, the hollow eyes showed evil, sharp teeth grew from the mouth, and the tongue covered with inverted hooks.

Wang Baoshan's voice was sad and he cried, "Greatly send me brothers from Wufang!!!"

Screaming in endlessly.

The lion awakening was completely activated and turned into a mountain king with blue eyes and red patterns. He acted in a unique posture and was extremely strange at the bottom of the water.

It wanted to break free from the red rope, but Wang Baoshan was unmoved.

As soon as Wang Baoshan pulled the red rope, the lion curled up in pain. After several times, he did not dare to grin again.

"Middle hour is here, midnight hour is here..."

Wang Baoshan was in a daze and held the lion in a daze and finally tied it to the dead tree outside the ancestral hall, and seemed to have become aged in his teens in an instant.

The villagers' beating drums and drums still did not stop, but they were seeing off their companions.

The lion opened his mouth and spit out bubbles, swept the villagers with resentful eyes, and tried hard to break free from the red rope, but unfortunately it was useless.

"The real person, the weird beast is here for you."

Wang Baoshan opened the gate of the ancestral hall, but there was no one inside.

He suddenly fell into a brief loss of consciousness, and murmured whether he was crying or laughing, muttering the congratulations when he woke up the lion.

The instrument ended abruptly, and the villagers stood there in confusion.

"Old Wang, why bother?"

Li Mo's words came from the corner of the wall behind the ancestral hall, but he could only hear the sound but not the person.

He was carried around the Heshen Village by a ghost tiger, and had already figured out the cause and effect.

Wang Baoshan knelt down and said, "The real person, the demon has been sent. You can take his head and submit it."

"Where is the true body?"

Wang Baoshan's face was pale and he hurriedly explained: "Real person, we are trapped here because of the demons and are unable to move. If we had not been able to catch fish, we would not be able to hold on to it now."

"But once the demon is born, our body is nothing but mortals, and the entire Heshen Village will definitely be destroyed."

Li Mo sighed: "Old Wang, how long have you been trapped here?"

"It's been...two years."

Li Mo refused to comment. Judging from the remains he investigated, it was more than two years since the villagers turned into ghosts. I am afraid that it has been nearly ten years since the villagers turned into ghosts.

"So whenever a real person comes, you will call out Shanjun's demon substitute and let the real person return to the yamen to get the job?"

"The villain deserves to die, the villain deserves to die..."

Wang Baoshan wanted to kowtow and apologize, but his body was supported by the haze and smog spiritual power.

"It's okay, Mr. Wang, you are so tired."

Li Mo took back the ghost tiger and walked out of the shadow, holding a cube of tiger hair in his hand, and said in a plain tone: "Old Wang, have you ever heard of a ghost?"

"Of course, the rumor is that it was transformed by the soul that was killed by Shanjun..."

Wang Baoshan opened his mouth and said incredibly, "Am I apologize."

He understood what Li Mo meant and couldn't help but collapsed on the ground.

The forgotten memories flashed back in my mind, as if ten years ago, the Heshen Village had been destroyed under the attack of the Shanjun demon.

Wang Baoshan found that his behavior of sticking to the villages and towns was ridiculous, but it was just that the ghost was unwilling to admit his obsession with death.

He said relievedly: "Real person, I'll wait..."

Li Mo interrupted Wang Baoshan with a word and asked with a smile: "I was born in Niujia Village. I heard that you go to the morning market to dance lions every five years during the Spring Festival. Are you lucky enough to see the style?"

(End of this chapter)
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