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"Are you really worshiping a god?" Han Xiaodong asked in surprise.

"It's true." The old man nodded firmly.

"What kind of god?" Han Xiaodong hurriedly asked, this is what he cares most about.

"It is said that the villagers were terrified at that time. Those officers and soldiers killed people without blinking an eye. After killing one wave, they continued to kill the next wave. People in the village kowtowed on the ground, and they killed 20 people in front of the temple. When there were many people, suddenly, there was a strong wind in front of the temple gate, and then, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, directly splitting the murderer into coke. It was a sunny day, but where did the lightning come from?

Everyone was stunned by this strike, and the general was also taken aback, but he was used to showing off his might, so how could he believe such strange things, so he told his subordinates to change to another person to continue killing.

But as soon as his order was given, a golden light appeared in front of the temple gate. Then, the golden light became bigger and bigger, and finally became more than ten feet high. It is said that it could be seen in other villages at that time Golden light here.

The general was also a little scared, so he asked his officers and soldiers to shoot arrows into the golden light, but it was fine if they didn't shoot. After shooting randomly, dozens of black-clothed generals suddenly came out from the golden light. With a ferocious face, strange clothes, and a scimitar that no one has seen before, re-entering the crowd is a one-shot attack.

The officers and soldiers outside immediately fought back, but those gods couldn't cut through with a single knife, and couldn't hurt when they chopped with an axe. They simply massacred the officers and soldiers one-sidedly.In the end, hundreds of officers and soldiers who went up the mountain were killed and howled like ghosts and wolves. They turned around and ran down the mountain, but the general was trapped on the mountain.

Just when the villagers thought that the gods would hack the general to death, a fairy in white clothes and a white robe walked out from the golden light. Although the man covered his face, the villagers thought he was the god of the sky. He came to save everyone, so everyone bowed down.

The white-robed fairy ignored the villagers and walked towards the general. The general, who was majestic at first, was so scared that he peed his pants when he saw Tongtian God. Tongtian God told him that our village is under his protection. Let him go back and tell his master that if he dares to offend the village again, he will be punished by heaven, and he will be the first to be killed.

The general quickly nodded in agreement, and God Tongtian asked those generals to cut off the general's nose and ears, and put him down the mountain.The villagers are grateful to God Tongtian, but the God made a request at this time, saying that he would choose [-] people from the villagers to be his servants. As soon as they heard that they could become the servants of the God, all the boys in the village were eager to try. He took away the twenty men who had been selected in hardcover, and made those who were not selected envious.

After the Great God left, everyone thought it was over like this, but two or three days later, there was news that the chieftain who wanted to demolish the temple was inexplicably wiped out, and the person who did this was Er Ten divine soldiers who descended from the sky, they were invulnerable to swords and guns, and they killed more than a hundred people from the chieftain's family without leaving any behind.

At that time, the people in the village understood that these must be the twenty young men who had been elected from their own village, and they were even more happy.So they raised money to renovate the temple, rebuilt a statue for the great god, and added the general and the young men who were taken away from the village, and passed on the worship from generation to generation.

Since then, our village has been very peaceful, and no one has come to make trouble. "

After the old man's story was told, he drank a mouthful of wine and ate two mouthfuls of food, but Han Xiaodong was speechless for a long time.

A very vague idea flashed in his mind, but unfortunately it was just a flash, and it seemed to be related to many things, but he felt unable to see the whole picture of these connections.

This is not the first time he has encountered this kind of situation, and it seems that every time he feels this way, he wants to discover a very big secret. Come out and smooth it out, this feeling makes him very distressed.

"Then... is this temple still on the back mountain?" Han Xiaodong pointed in the direction of the back mountain. He climbed up the back mountain in the morning, but he didn't see the Tongtian Temple that the old man mentioned. Maybe he climbed it by himself The height was not high enough, so he had to confirm with the old man again.

But the old man looked at his raised fingers, shook his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly, "It's long gone."

Han Xiaodong was very shocked by this answer. The old man said just now that the people in this temple village attach great importance to it, and the legends of his ancestors also proved that there were indeed gods in this temple. Now he actually said that the temple is no longer there. The logic in the middle is really confusing.

Seeing the doubts in Han Xiaodong's heart, the old man sighed a long time, took a puff of hookah, and exhaled a thick puff of smoke from his mouth and nose, then said in a low voice: "Back then, the four olds were broken, and we also Didn’t escape, demolished, destroyed, all gone.”

Han Xiaodong could tell that when the old man said these words, he was very depressed. He must still have a very strong obsession with this matter in his heart.Thinking about it, these old stories, old traditions, may be the most worthwhile inheritance in life for the elderly, but now everything has disappeared.

But the matter has come to this point, even sighing can't change anything, this kind of loss is probably not something ordinary people can understand.

For this kind of thing, Han Xiaodong is also powerless. That movement took away too many things from the old man, such as family affection, faith, and youth. Evaluation means nothing to him.

What is lost is lost, no one will be responsible for it, no one will apologize for it, even in this village, the only one who still remembers these old stories is the old man.So even though he experienced those misfortunes, when he heard that Han Xiaodong came to investigate these old stories, he was willing to tell everything he knew. No one can fully understand this kind of loneliness.

"Old man, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to let him publish the stories of Watou Village and pass them on. Although I don't know whether these stories will have an impact on modern people, I am still willing to contribute to this meager effort." Exhausted. It's a pity that there is only one story left in this story now, if the evidence of the story can be preserved, the story must be more attractive." Han Xiaodong sighed regretfully.

For him, it is a pity that the story has no evidence, but letting the story pass on is the only way for him to repay the old man. Whether it is out of sympathy or gratitude to the old man for providing clues, he I feel like I should do this.

Hearing what he said, a little relief appeared on the face of the old man. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, patted his head and said:
"That's right, if you really want to find evidence, I know a place where there may be clues."