I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 221

That night, the four spiritual gods began to carry stones and sand to help build the embankment at night.

The next morning, Song Boyu also went to build the water diversion weir early in the morning, which aroused Wu Yan's interest. After careful inquiry, he felt that this was of great benefit: "People say that in practice, you should do good deeds to accumulate merit. Boyu, you did a great job. Let me help you."

After saying that, his body glowed with emerald green, he flew into the sky, and dropped a handful of puppets, exactly 36 of them, each with its own characteristics.

The puppet grew bigger in the wind, and in an instant it was as big as a real person. Song Boyu looked at it with his sacred jade eyes, and found that there was an invisible string connecting the puppet with the old man Wu Yan.

"This is the Tiangang Puppet Array. If it is a great success, each puppet's strength will be slightly inferior to mine. If we fight together in an array, it is rare to meet an opponent in the same realm.

I originally wanted to search for treasures and spiritual materials to refine it to perfection. Now, it is probably equivalent to the realm of fugue and weapon cultivation.

Although it is embarrassing and useless, it is enough to help you build embankments and weirs. "

Old man Wu Yan said with a kind face.

Song Boyu was overjoyed after hearing this. It was equivalent to adding 36 monks in the realm of traveling and cultivating weapons out of thin air. This would definitely be a great help and the construction time would definitely be greatly shortened.

Wu Yan's participation in the construction will definitely benefit some people's gratitude and merit, but Song Boyu doesn't mind. If he builds it by himself, he may not be able to finish it by the end of next year. It will be unsightly to delay the examination of officials.

Besides, the entire water conservancy project was planned and directed by him, so he will definitely get the lion's share of the merits, so don't be too greedy.

Song Boyu, Wu Yan and the Four Spirits continued to build it for a whole month, which was almost as good as Song Boyu's one-year construction effort. The water-dividing weir was already in shape and only needed to be finely polished.

Song Boyu asked Wu Yan and the Four Spirits to repair the main canal embankment, and polished the diversion weir himself. As for ordinary people, he left them to build Daze irrigation branch canals and open up wasteland.

Just as Song Boyu was in full swing, bad news suddenly came from Sui County in the west. Suspected ghosts reappeared, and there were all sorts of strange night walks, attacking a village. All men, women, children, chickens, ducks, pigs, and cattle in the village died.

Li Feng and Ping Yilang officers immediately went to investigate and brought Zheng Liehu with them to use the secret blood technique, but they failed and had to return disappointed.

As if it was a provocation, successive attacks occurred in the surrounding counties, which put Li Feng and others under great pressure and had to go all around to search for this beast.

Song Boyu felt uneasy, but he did not act rashly. Instead, he accelerated the construction of water conservancy projects and strived to complete the main body of the project before winter.

After all, in winter, the sky is cold and freezing, unless you cast a spell to roast it, it is easy to freeze and crack in the spring.

July was very hot. Song Boyu went out early in the morning as usual and saw many white lights hanging in the manor. He was very surprised. He went to Xiu Niang and asked: "Xiu Niang, what's going on? Why are we still hanging up the lights?" White lamp, white sail?”

Zhou Xiuniang is leading a group of women and children to fold paper cranes and river lanterns, with Liu Xiangjun and Li Zhenyu beside her.

"Brother, you have been so busy recently that you have forgotten that July is the month of filial piety. On the half of the month, during the Ghost Festival, we hang white sails and light white lanterns to light the way home for our ancestors. You should be busy with your work first, here Mr. Youxiang, please help me and come back early at noon to worship the ancestors."

Song Boyu didn't think much, nodded and was about to leave. He heard Li Zhenyu say something behind him: "...Xiangjun, why did you fold all these weird talismans into paper cranes?"

Strange talisman?Song Boyu subconsciously opened Shenyu's mysterious yellow eyes, and observed without looking back. His pupils shrank slightly, and he saw that Liu Xiangjun was surrounded by a black air, and there was a faint black flame hanging above his head.

"I see, I was touched here. Today is the Ghost Festival, when all the monsters return home, it's a good time for the demons to dance wildly!"

Song Boyu left without looking back, calling the four spiritual gods with the fetal light mark, and asked Chen Zhengqing, who was the most adaptable, to monitor Liu Xiangjun's movements. The other three spiritual gods continued to use magic to build embankments as usual.

He himself found his grandfather, quietly informed him and discussed the solution. After a while, Wu Yan took out two stand-in puppets and transformed into two people. The two of them concealed their whereabouts and went directly to the county town to invite Li Feng and others.

Time passed quickly, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

Villagers and members of the group went to the Xiaguan Township Walled City in groups. Everyone had already worshiped their ancestors, and now they were going to perform singing and dancing in the Xiaguan Township Square.

The bonfire is bright, the singing and dancing are grand, everyone wears a mask and sings mourning songs in memory of their loved ones.

It was not until Haishi that everyone walked out of the walled city and went to the nearby Xiaguan River to put down paper cranes and river lanterns.

"Xiangjun? Xiangjun, what are you going to do? Come back quickly, it's too dangerous."

Suddenly, Liu Qiangfu yelled eagerly and rushed to the river.

Liu Xiangjun didn't know when he took the lotus step and slowly stepped into the river. In the blink of an eye, half of his body was submerged in the water.

She seemed to hear her father's loud call. She turned back with a stiff expression, leaving two lines of tears in her eyes. She raised her right hand and pointed a finger. Liu Qiangfu's body stiffened and she fell straight to the river.

At this time, the old man Wu Yan took a step forward, his body glowing slightly. Song Boyu looked at it with his sacred jade eyes, and found that a thread had hooked Liu Xiangjun.

Liu Xiangjun's smile was sad and crazy at the same time. She continued to walk towards the center of the river, and her body sank to the bottom of the water in an instant, and Gudu Gudu disappeared.

"Save people quickly, save people quickly!" Xiu Niang came over after hearing the news, with an anxious expression. She was about to jump into the river, but was caught by Song Boyu.

"Brother? Xiangjun fell into the water..."

"If you have a problem, listen to me and don't go!"

Song Boyu shook his head firmly, pulled Xiuniang, stared at the still gurgling Xiaguan River, and ordered the group members to organize the villagers' orderly hindrance.

The river water seemed to be boiling. It was all bubbling and bubbling. The river lights flickered and swayed, as if a storm was about to come.

Zheng Liehu, who had been among the crowd, had eyes as bright as lightning and clenched his fists. His body was trembling slightly, and he was obviously not calm. He had been following the Ping Yilang officials during this period. Song Boyu and Wu Yan also came to find him. Be there to learn more.

The villagers were not stupid either. They all noticed something strange and followed the instructions of the regiment members and retreated quickly.

There was a sudden explosion in the middle of the river, and some of the river lanterns erupted with a faint blue light. They were the paper crane river lanterns made of talismans and seals.

Liu Xiangjun was dressed in green clothes and was soaked all over. He slowly floated up, and a turtle beast made of water appeared under his feet. His eyes were shining with white light, and he rushed to the shore.

Wu Yan immediately stepped forward, summoned the Tiangang Puppet Formation, surrounded and attacked, and the battle was tied for a while.

Time passes slowly, and unknowingly it comes to Zi hour, the moment when yin and yang meet.

Accompanied by the croaking of thousands of crows, the real culprit who caused the tragic death of the Zheng family, multiple attacks around them, and the stiffness of Xiao Han, Li Daitao, and other incidents finally appeared. This person was wide and fat, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He was similar to the dream of the Iron Corpse, except that he was old. Somewhat.

Quan Xiangri looked down at all living beings, as if a true god had come to the world. There was a demon crow with a pair of black eyes standing on his shoulder. He held a mysterious pearl in his left hand. His smile seemed kind, but his eyes were cold: "At the end of the Hungry Ghost Festival, a virgin holds a river lantern. , light up the way back, return the soul of the ancestors to their hometown, and worship their relatives and blood.

Get the true shape of the tomb city, countless soldiers, and build a strange city with strange scenery. It is truly the best choice for perfect visualization!
Why don't you, like flies and dogs, sacrifice your lives and come to my strange city to become soul citizens and enjoy eternal life in the underworld? "

(End of this chapter)