Yefutidaolu

Chapter 1: Mountain God Festival
The dim torches illuminated the night, and the villagers were holding torches, seemingly surrounding something.

The noisy crowd and the starry night sky.

And... a painful skull.

What's going on? Why does my head hurt so much? It felt like being hit by a hammer, and Gao Jian couldn't help but put his hand over his forehead.

But, I couldn't move my hands.

what happened?

Then, suddenly, there was a noisy sound around:

"Wake up! This guy is awake! All right, this is good!"

"Luckily he woke up. He can't die."

"Finally he woke up. Water, is there any water?! Give him some energy!"

Wait, myself——

The intense pain, coupled with the roaring sound around him, woke Gao Jian up with difficulty, and he was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

He was dazed and vaguely found himself tied to a pillar.

Wait, what?

Aren’t you afraid that you’ll die?

"If he dies, what can we offer to the mountain god? Bring some water to keep him alive!"

Well, it turns out that being afraid of death is not new.

and many more?

Worship the mountain god?
Ah, what is this for yourself?

Is this still domestic?

At this time, a bucket of cold water was poured from head to toe. Gao Jian shuddered and shook all over. This finally made Gao Jian get rid of his drowsy state. He woke up from his dream and opened his eyes.

But looking around, I saw several racks standing upright with several people tied to them. They were all wearing ancient costumes, but they were tattered and the coarse linen was worn out. Even if the props were made to look old, they would not look like this.

Among the people tied to the rack, several were already dead, and two were still alive, including Gao Jian himself.

Gao Jian felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart.

really?
but……

The man's stomach was cut open, with his internal organs exposed. His heart was still twitching and beating, but it was getting weaker.

The blade that cut open the belly was not sharp and was even a little rusty, so there were a lot of meat strands hanging on it, which was extremely painful just to look at.

Gao Jian once had Chaoshan beef hotpot. The fresh beef would still jump when it was just cut.

Now he discovered that fresh human flesh... could also jump.

Gao Jian couldn't help but dry heave.

But my stomach was empty and I couldn't vomit anything. I could only feel the stomach acid refluxing into my throat, causing bursts of stinging pain.

He is just an ordinary office worker, what is he doing! If this is a prank, someone should come and untie him. Can someone with a camera come out and laugh and shout, "The prank worked!"? !
However, the villager holding the torch, the butcher cleaning the internal organs next to him, and the village chief who was directing the villagers did not seem to be joking at all.

What scares Gao Jian the most... is that those people seem to be doing it voluntarily.

They volunteered to be there, to be disemboweled, as if being sacrificed... was an honor.

The village chief put his hands behind his back and said, "Everyone, please follow the rules. Don't offend the temple priests, don't be disrespectful to the mountain god, and don't embarrass our village. At the temple fair, the villages at the foot of the mountain will come out to offer incense to the mountain god. Be careful!"

Gao Jian is not a fool.

He pretty much knew the situation.

Although I don’t know what happened, I should have traveled through time.

Although I don’t know what’s going on, I feel like I’m going to die.

So, Gao Jian said weakly: "Everyone... I can also believe in the mountain god. We don't have to..."

Hearing this, the village chief came over and asked: "Do you also believe in the Mountain God?"

"Yeah." Gao Jian nodded quickly.

"That's good. The mountain god is hungry and wants you to make a contribution. You won't be reluctant to give up your body, right?"

Grass!
Gao Jian lowered his head, looking helpless.

He couldn't even refute what the other party said because those people really wanted to die voluntarily.

But we can't just sit there and wait for death, we have to think of a solution.

But I was tied up tightly and I’m not Superman, so what can I do?
Looking at the group of people setting up the scene, with storytellers, opera singers, acrobatics, performances, and peddler workers, it seemed like they were really organizing a temple fair.

If I wasn't the sacrifice, this temple fair would be really lively...

When the villagers held a temple fair, no one paid any attention to Gao Jian, the offering.

Gao Jian tried to break free from the ropes.

At this time, the other person tied up next to him spoke up: "Young man, stop struggling. You can't break free from this thumb-thick hemp rope."

When Gao Jian heard this, he turned his head and looked at his fellow sufferer next to him.

He was a young man wearing green cloth, and looked to be in his twenties. He had a lotus crown on his head. He was tied to the rack like himself, and was about the same age as himself.

"Taoist priest?" Gao Jian asked.

"Oh? Young man, have you seen the world and read books?" the young Taoist asked curiously.

An ordinary fool doesn't have this insight.

"Well, I studied for two years. By the way, I was on the shelf when I woke up. Do you know how I got here?" Gao Jian asked.

This was a bit strange to him. He only remembered that he was sleeping, but when he woke up, he was already here.

"I did see it. You fainted on the roadside and were tied up by these unruly people. And then it happened now." said the Taoist priest.

Gao Jian was silent.

I must have come here in my dream, but I was just unlucky.

"Oh." He sighed, as if there was nothing he could do.

"Young man, don't sigh. To sacrifice to the mountain god, we need dead meat and living meat. The dead meat is already placed aside, and the living meat will die before it is offered up. We are outsiders, and we are all living meat." The Taoist said with a smile.

"Living meat...how did it die?" Gao Jian asked, shaking his lips.

"I don't know. If I knew, would I be tied here?" said the Taoist priest.

"You are so open-minded. We are going to die." Gao Jian smiled bitterly.

"Isn't it the same with you? If an ordinary person were to encounter such a scene, would he have so much leisure time to chat here?" the Taoist replied.

"Oh, I don't want to do that either, but what else can I do? When I was working overtime, I thought about jumping off the building to end it all, but I didn't expect that I would end up dying from superstition." Gao Jian shook his head.

"Superstition?" The Taoist priest was curious: "What do you mean?"

"What else could it be? Never mind. I hope it won't be too painful." Gao Jian lowered his head.

"Haha, I see you were also kidnapped, and you have studied for a few years, so when I count to three, you run, don't look back, and save your life." The Taoist said. "Huh?" Gao Jian suddenly raised his head and looked at the Taoist.

But before he could say anything, a gong sounded at the temple fair!
The villagers below began to dance, and the temple keeper put on a mask. The mask was shaped like a ghost, with deep eye sockets, protruding eyeballs, a slightly downturned mouth in an inverted half-moon shape, and two fangs standing upright, which made people terrified.

The village chief and the villagers below started beating drums and gongs and began to sing in dialect with a strange accent, which sounded like the tune of folk songs, but a little different.

But I heard the village chief sing:

"When will the Dharma be opened? When will you descend to the world?"

The masked temple priest began to dance, placing his feet horizontally, moving from left to right, one step at a time, making a half-moon shape with his feet, and answered in the same tone:
"On the 15th of July, the Dharma door opens, and on the 15th of July, I descend to the earth!"

The village chief and the villagers immediately continued to sing:
"Thousands of people come to pray for the gods, and thousands of people worship them!"

The temple keeper replied:

"God leads thousands of troops and horses, and commands tens of thousands of divine soldiers!"

The villagers continued to sing:
"Bow three times and kowtow nine times to invite the gods to come, and invite the gods to eat the flesh of the living and the dead!"

After each line of lyrics, gongs and drums are used as a transition, with the performance continuing with singing and dancing.

However, the wonderful lyrics seemed to have some kind of magical power, as if they could sing people to heaven, making people unable to help but indulge in them.

Gao Jian couldn't help but watch them singing, dancing, beating drums and gongs. They seemed to have forgotten the time. His previously clear brain became drowsy again. A ceremony mixed up humans, gods, witches and ghosts, and they sang, danced and shouted in the chaos.

Even later on, various folk songs were sung one after another.

However, not long after, a strange creature was seen walking out of the surrounding darkness.

Is that a white centipede?
No! It was a bunch of fleshy worms crammed together! About three or four meters long, as big as a car.

A ball of dark, dim, cold energy swirled around. The bodies were covered in blood and countless corpses were hanging in the mud. On the left, a person's heart and stomach had been eaten up, leaving only his head and two feet. On the right, half of the person's legs were gone, his flesh and blood had been charred, and his clothes and skin were all stuck together.

The flesh worm had many limbs, including hands, feet, and a head, just like the centipede's feet. It crawled forward with all its hands and feet, but its speed was a bit slow because those limbs were still attacking each other, each devouring its own arms and arms, chewing each other, cutting flesh and sticking to skin, and its chest, abdomen, legs and feet were covered in blood, all sucking to quench its thirst.

Gao Jian was so frightened that he dared not move.

What the hell is this?!
At this time-

"Offer dead meat!" shouted the village chief.

But I saw the butcher next to him caught half of the person in a millstone, and stuffed the person into the millstone upside down. After a few turns, he disappeared. Only blood and flesh were seen flowing down beside the millstone like sauce. Among the yellow and black things, there were a few white spots of bone powder. Looking at the area around the millstone, blood and flesh were scattered like hail of flesh and blood, with rags in the middle, mixed in and flowing out.

The flesh worm walked towards the millstone and sucked all the things clean. Then, bursts of blood came out of its body.

Dead meat can still be eaten for a while.

At this time, the Taoist priest finally spoke: "Hey, little brother, I'll count to one, two, three, don't worry about anything, just run back."

"What happened after that..." Gao Jian's voice was a little shaky. In fact, he was still a little dizzy. The tune that the villagers and temple priests had just sung was still lingering in his mind.

The Taoist priest smiled and said, "I can't control what happens to you afterwards. This thing is not easy to deal with. I may not be able to come back. Everyone should wish you the best and take care of your own fate."

"Then... Taoist priest, why don't you leave? If you can stop them, you should be able to leave too..."

"I can't take you away, so if I leave, wouldn't it be like letting you die and letting the monster continue to live? What is this? If I don't get rid of the monster and don't save the people, then why should I come down the mountain?" said the Taoist priest.

“Master—” Gao Jian was stunned. He didn’t expect to get this answer.

"Okay, it has come to this. There is no point in worrying about gains and losses. I start counting, one." The Taoist priest made a magic gesture.

As they were discussing quietly,
"Sacrifice living meat!" the village chief shouted again.

Gao Jian shuddered.

Because the fleshworm was coming towards them.

"Two." The Taoist priest was very calm.

The flesh worm walked towards Gao Jian step by step. Gao Jian felt that his internal organs, bladder, and brain were all trembling, as if someone was speaking slowly in his ear.

Along with that sound, it was as if tentacles grabbed him, wrapped around his body, and sucked his skin, making it sticky and making it impossible to move.

His chest suddenly felt stuffy, and his head, which had become dizzy due to those rituals, became somewhat out of control.

"Three!" The Taoist priest shouted, and Gao Jian barely woke up.

At this very moment! After the Taoist finished his spell, he shouted again: "Sword!"

But in the small house next to him, a flying sword broke through the roof! Suddenly, it cut the ropes that bound Gao Jian and the Taoist priest.

As soon as Gao Jian landed, he ran away!
He did not even bother to scream out in surprise about whether it was a flying sword or not. The fear that dominated his body had made him focus only on running away. However, the tightness in his chest and the dizziness in his head became increasingly severe.

The Taoist priest held a sword in one hand and made a gesture with the other, and rushed towards the flesh worm without hesitation!
A man and a bug fought each other.

The sword light was boiling, blood and flesh were splattered, and waves of strange screams and sword whistles were heard.

But those things had nothing to do with Gao Jian anymore. He had already fled out of fear.

However, after running for only a dozen seconds, Gao Jian heard a scream.

This voice belongs to the Taoist priest.

Gao Jian, supporting his dizzy head and stuffy chest, looked back.

The Taoist priest had only one hand left, and the hand that was making hand gestures seemed to be entangled in some scarlet and foul smell and was turning into pus.

Gao Jian felt his heart skip a beat.

The tightness in his chest, coupled with the dizziness caused by the shaman dance, made him breathless.

The Taoist priest didn't die and was still fighting desperately. Obviously... he was just buying time and trying to fight to the death.

The villagers ignored Gao Jian and rushed towards the Taoist priest with axes and forks, shouting.

The temple keeper next to him was still performing a ritual, and the scarlet aura came from his hands.

All in the piper.

As long as you run, you can survive.

Although he could survive, Gao Jian didn't want to die.

Run, run.

The thought urged Gao Jian to move.

only……

The stuffiness in my chest became more severe, as if a huge rock was pressing on me and I couldn't move.

The dizziness in his head gradually overshadowed his sanity.

A nameless anger rose in Gao Jian's heart. The power brought by the previous bloody sacrifice, songs and dances seemed to have affected him, and the blood in his body seemed to be getting hotter.

At this moment, seeing the young Taoist priest, who was younger than himself, fighting desperately, his anger overwhelmed his fear, surpassed Gao Jian's consciousness, and dominated his body.

Under some mysterious induction, Gao Jian subconsciously pounded his chest.

At this moment, it seemed as if the roars of dragons and tigers exploded in Gao Jian's ears.

The temple priest who was performing the shaman dance turned around in horror, only to see a long, rusty sword in front of him, rushing towards him!

His body was unable to react in time and the long knife stabbed him in the heart, then he was dragged by a huge force and smashed into the crowd.

The Taoist's eyes lit up when he saw this!
Without the temple keeper's restraint, he finally had time. He used the essence of his heart and blood to activate the flying sword and exchange his life with the mountain god!
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(End of this chapter)