Fortune tellers give eggs, the stepmother is a Taoist boss

Chapter 75 Itchy Ghost

Jiang Fuyuan's words left Lu Qi speechless.

Not only Lu Qi, but everyone present felt that what she said seemed to make sense.

Zhou Ping couldn't help but ask, timidly asking: "If his family is not a divine messenger, then how come the divine tree appears in his house? How can his illness be cured?"

Jiang Fuyuan walked over and looked up at the wall carefully.

Seeing her staring at Yumu without blinking, Zhong Lianfeng came over and asked, "Do you see anything wrong?"

Jiang Fuyuan pointed to the position of the ears of the rotten wood ghost face: "It seems to be misaligned here. It looks like it is made of two pieces of wood spliced ​​together."

Wenyanchi Xinsu also walked to her side and looked up: "It is true that they are not one."

Jiang Fuyuan stretched out her hand to reach the rotten wood, but the red cloth strips hung the rotten wood high, and she was still barely able to stand on tiptoes.

Zhong Lianfeng flicked his wrist, and the sword from his sleeve slipped out. In just two back and forth movements, he cut the strip of cloth, and the rotten wood fell slumped without support.

Seeing Zhong Lianfeng's movements, Lu Qi's expression changed drastically: "Sacred tree! My sacred tree!"

He stretched out his hand to catch Fumu, but no matter how fast his body was, he could not match the speed of Zhong Lianfeng's sword. Before Fumu fell to the ground, the sword in his sleeve flashed with cold light and hit the ear of Fumu's grimace.

Click.

The grimace was split into two, half of which rolled to Zhou Ping's feet, while the other half hit Lu Qi, who was late, on the forehead.

Zhou Ping lowered her head and saw half of her grimace filled with black hair, exuding an astounding stench.

She couldn't help but retched and almost fainted.

The half of the grimace in front of Lu Qi also had a ball of foul-smelling hair, which made him tremble with fear.

What on earth did grandpa bring him back in his dream?
Jiang Fuyuan kicked half of the rotten wood in front of Zhou Ping with her toes. The rotten wood rolled over, and a small ball of sticky light brown and yellow object fell out, which seemed to be a piece of meat.

Zhou Ping collapsed completely, turned around and started vomiting.

Lu Qi rolled his eyes and was about to faint.

Snapped!
Little Fatty slapped him in the face with his big butt, and pulled Lu Qi back from the edge of fainting.

After Jiang Fuyuan gave the little clever ghost an approving look, he tilted his head and asked, "Besides asking you to enshrine this thing, does your grandpa have any other requests?"

Lu Qi had a pale face and did not dare to answer. However, Zhou Ping, who had finished vomiting, wiped her mouth and said solemnly: "He also asked our village to perform human sacrifices."

Lu Qi got the rotten wood, but for some reason the itching on his body stopped the next day. He carried the rotten wood to the village and spread the word that it was a sacred tree and that his grandfather had become the envoy of Lord White Lotus and returned to the village specially. It benefits the villagers.

The villagers who were tortured by the poison did not have the energy to delve into the unreasonableness of it. When they saw that Lu Qi was no longer tortured by the poison, they rushed forward and knelt down, praying for the so-called White Lotus Lord's blessing to relieve them of the poison. suffering.

However, they burn incense and pay tribute every day, but the poisoned people in the village are still itchy and unbearable, and the people in the fields are still unable to farm.

Lu Qi then said that they were not pious enough, and that was why True Lord White Lotus was unwilling to protect Xiyue Village. If he wanted to gain His mercy faster, he would have to use more effective sacrifices, such as people.

But human sacrifice is not compulsory. Lu Qi said that True Lord White Lotus only accepts sacrifices from sincere people, and True Lord Bailian will not accept human sacrifices from those who are not sincere.

Zhou Ping's husband A Niu was the first to volunteer.He was deeply troubled by poison, and the tumors on his body had festered and oozed from scratching for a long time. He felt that instead of dying of itching, it would be better to become a human sacrifice in exchange for True Lord White Lotus to protect his wife and children.

So under the guidance of Lu Qi, he chose a full moon night and walked into the mountains alone to the altar of the legendary Lord White Lotus.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned and asked, "How long has he been voluntarily offering sacrifices?"

Zhou Ping wiped her tears and said, "It's been ten days."

"Is he alone?"

Zhou Ping shook her head: "After my husband left, Ergou and I went to see the fields several times. We didn't feel itchy when we came back. When other people in the village saw it, they thought it was my husband's sacrifice that worked, and then they went to the four fields one after another. Five human sacrifices.”

She paused and then said: "Lu Qi said that as long as there are enough human sacrifices and True Lord Bailian feels our sincerity, all the people who went to sacrifice will come back safely..."

Human beings are sacrificed, and if they become sacrifices, where is the possibility of them coming back?I'm afraid those people have already perished.Looking at Zhou Ping's hopeful eyes, Jiang Fuyuan was silent for a moment, but did not say anything that everyone knew well.

She turned and stared at Lu Qi: "Take us to the altar you mentioned."

Lu Qi didn't dare to disobey, so he could only get up shivering and lead the way with his head hanging down.

Seeing them about to leave, Zhou Ping couldn't help but follow a few steps, holding her collar in her hands, and said uneasily: "Then the poison in our village..."

Jiang Fuyuan turned around and said calmly: "This is not poison, it should be the work of evil spirits. Try burning and smoking it with fresh tung branches."

"Bane, ghost?" Zhou Ping repeated the two unfamiliar words.

Jiang Fuyuan nodded: "It's also called a ticklish ghost, but the symptoms of your villagers are more serious than those of ordinary ticklish ghosts. You should do as I say first."

After saying that, the group of people followed Lu Qi and walked towards the dense forest behind Xiyue Village.

The altar was not too far away, only two miles away, but Lu Qi led them around the forest for several hours without seeing the shadow of the altar.

Jiang Fuyuan frowned dissatisfied and said, "Do you know the road or not? Are you taking us around on purpose?"

Lu Qi's forehead was sweating: "I recognize it, I recognize it, I remember walking like this..."

When they reached the fork again, Lu Qi looked to the left, then to the right, gritted his teeth and decided to take the left path.

Jiang Fuyuan reminded with an expressionless face: "You are on the wrong track."

Lu Qi was shocked: "You, you know the way?"

Jiang Fuyuan sneered: "I don't know the road, but I know this tree."

She pointed to a big tree on the left and said, "This is the sixth time we have passed it."

Lu Qi: ...

At dusk, Lu Qi was finally discouraged. He sat down on the ground and said resignedly: "I tried my best! I can't walk anymore! You might as well kill me!"

He was overcome with sadness and sobbed, "I obviously walked according to my father's instructions, but I don't know why I couldn't reach the altar..."

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the forest.

Several people turned their heads to look, and saw two pairs of green eyes staring straight at them, one tall and one short, with the same furry little face.

Zhong Lianfeng: "Is this... a weasel?"

The two small yellow furry animals straightened up, the larger one put its left and right paws together and made a bow towards them.

A familiar feeling flashed through Jiang Fuyuan's heart.

The big weasel let out a weird laugh, waved its tail at her, turned around and jumped up the side path with the little weasel.

The little paw ran a few steps, then looked back at a few people, and the weird laughter in the little pointed mouth continued.

Zhong Lianfeng was familiar with small animals in the mountains and fields. He turned to Jiang Fuyuan and said, "Do you think they want to lead us?"

Jiang Fuyuan: "It's possible."

Probably seeing that they didn't move, the big weasel let out two weird laughs at them, then twisted its buttocks, and sat crookedly on the ground, hugging its own tail, scratching at the tail with its little paws, as if imitating the little ones. Run the comb along the hair on the tip of the tail.

Jiang Fuyuan: ...This feels more familiar.

She looked at it for a while and then said, "Follow it and take a look. It doesn't look like it's trying to harm us."

The two weasels seemed to understand her words, and jumped up from the ground with a cry, and began to lead them back and forth between different grass paths.

With these two little furry faces leading the way, it didn't take long for a room made of stone to appear in front of everyone.

(End of this chapter)