Countryside Rhapsody

The next day, it was the early chirping of the birds in the forest that woke Fu Tingfang from his sleep. He hadn't closed his eyes since the few days when the owner of Deyi returned to the building of Deyi. Even a monk needs to sleep.

The fire beside them had already been extinguished, and the proud host was sitting by the lake where they swam up, wearing the usual black cloth strips, but this time it was clean and refreshing black cloth strips, not the torn clothes after being burned by Suzaku's anger. Bu, and beside the proud landlord, there was a person lying down, she was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, wearing a white dress, and she was not breathing.

"Lord, abduction of minors is a serious crime."

"I know." The proud landlord chuckled lightly: "Aren't you curious? What I looked like before."

"Lord, I'm more interested in your current appearance." Fu Tingfang walked into the tent that the proud landlord had set up at night, and was about to change the rags on her body: "Speaking of which, this is the first time we met. Let's dress up."

"If the curse is not lifted, I can't show my face." The proud landlord said lightly: "As long as today is over, I will be able to see the light of day again."

"Lord, you have to pay attention to the cause and effect when you speak, just like writing an article." Fu Tingfang came out of the tent after changing clothes, and returned to the appearance of the former Mr. Pianpianjia. His messy hair was combed again, showing handsome features.

"I said before that when writing an article, you must pay attention to foreshadowing, otherwise, how can readers be interested in continuing to read?"

"Lord, I don't want to discuss this topic with you." Since joining Deyilou, Fu Tingfang has heard the chatter about foreshadowing from Deyilou no less than [-] times, and her ears have already grown calloused: "I want to know more, when you How did you feel when you killed your past self?"

"The me in the past was nothing more than a mayfly." Proud host waved his hand, and the body of the girl in the white dress beside him turned into ashes and disappeared: "Does stepping on an ant make you feel guilty?"

"Lord, the monks are merciful."

"Sorry, I forgot that you are a lay disciple who became a monk."

"Lord, please don't overemphasize the word layman!"

"Don't be angry." Seeing that Fu Tingfang was about to get angry, the landlord proudly stood up and patted Fu Tingfang on the shoulder: "Go, I'll take you to a good show."

"Lord, changing the topic too quickly will make it appear that your apology is insincere!" Fu Tingfang slowly followed behind the proud landlord: "Also, you haven't explained what the meaning of our return to the past is."

"Shh, don't make noise." As he got closer to the ancient town hidden in the mountains, the owner of Deyi reminded Fu Tingfang in a low voice: "Let's watch the show seriously."

The ancient town is entrenched in one of the most open areas of the mountain forest. The houses are all made of wood, undulating and winding a hillside. At the highest point of the mountain there is a big curved tree, although it is not as straight as the three-bead tree. The majestic figure piercing the sky and the earth is also a rare towering ancient tree, with luxuriant branches and leaves, full of greenery.

And there are many different species of birds perched on the branches of the big tree, and two of the new visitors have aroused discussions among other birds.

Twittering, chirping, chirping, more lively than the crowd gathered under the big tree.

Transformed into a white falcon, Fu Tingfang remained motionless, staring closely at the crowd under the big tree, beside him was the proud landlord who had turned into a black crow.

"Lord, why do we turn into birds and squat here?" Fu Tingfang asked, but what came out was chirping birds.

"Because it's not easy for strangers to enter here." Proud landlord said the sound of crows croaking, but this did not hinder the normal communication between the two: "But it will not prevent any bird from flying in and out. out.

"Lord, why do we have to squat here to watch the show?"

"Can't I show you my past?"

"Lord, are you showing off?" Fu Tingfang's face was full of disgust.

"Of course." The landlord didn't feel shy at all.

"Landlord, can I tell you that you are really shameless?"

"Ha, have you seen my face?"

Just when Fu Tingfang was quarreling with the proud landlord, the village head had already rushed everyone under the big tree. There was a platform under the big tree, and the elderly village head was standing on the platform with a thick wooden crutch, white Her hair and beard had fallen to the ground, three deep wrinkles formed on her smooth forehead, one eye was closed, and there was a scar on her face.

Behind the village chief stood six middle-aged men, all wearing uniform blue and black short-sleeved cloth shirts with red and yellow patterns, blue and black cloth leggings on the lower body, and a pair of black cloth boots, with sheaths hanging around their waists machete.

"Village chief, it's not good, it's not good!" A young man waved his hand and ran over first: "Xie Fangchen is gone! There is nothing in her house!"

"Huh!" Hearing the words of the person who came back to report the letter, the old village chief standing in the center let out a cold snort, and hit the ground heavily with his crutches. Others didn't dare to open their mouths to talk about it.

Among the crowd, an undressed woman was paralyzed on the ground, her face was pale and her tears were still wet, and she was full of sadness and despair in her voice: "Please ask the village chief to be the master of the slave family! Xie Fangchen doesn't care. Observing the family rules and depriving others of their spiritual roots, the poor sister is only 12 years old and has no future!"

"Sister! Sister!" In the crowd, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl ran out crying, hugged the woman who fell on the ground, and leaned on the woman pitifully sobbing, so pitiful.

"Xie Fangchen himself has been confirmed to be a person with a mutated ice spirit root, so why make things difficult for the younger sister of the Nu family, who is a Mizuki dual spiritual root." The woman's words were choked with sobs: "It's just a little friction with the Nu family, why? Do you want to pay for the future of my sister?! People who don’t have spiritual roots in Dongsheng Divine Continent lose their qualifications to cultivate, who doesn’t know about this?!”

The woman cried blood every word, and she was about to faint when she spoke. The person next to her immediately supported her and comforted her softly: "Jiaozhen, don't worry, the village chief has always been fair, and this matter will definitely not let Xie Fangchen escape easily!"

Standing on the branch of the tree, Fu Tingfang was already dumbfounded, staring at the black crow beside her for a long time but couldn't recover: "Lord, I always knew that you are cruel, but I didn't expect you to be so cruel that you can strip other people's spiritual roots when you are fifteen or sixteen years old." .”

"Is it possible?" The proud landlord's voice could not hear sorrow and joy: "You must know that when my spiritual root was stripped, it was done by two Nascent Soul stage powers at the same time, and now I am just an ordinary person who has just detected the spiritual root , do you really think I have such shocking abilities?"

"Lord, of course I know it's impossible, but why do the people below have to accompany this woman to act?"

"Go on and look down."

"Lord, one last question, why does that little girl really have scars where her spiritual roots have been stripped?"

"When there is a desire beyond reason in the heart, what kind of person will become a devil, otherwise, how can there be Shura Hell?"

"Lord, the meaning of Shura Hell recorded in my Buddhist classics is completely different from what you said!"

"Be patient, you'll know soon if it's Shura or not." Proud host looked at the farce below without any disturbance in his eyes: "After all, history is different."

In the square under the big tree in the ancient town, no one spoke. The two women, one big and one small, were sobbing softly, with resentful eyes. Shen Jiaozhen hugged her sister as if she was about to faint. Holding on is even more distressing.

Sighing, the village head on the stage formed a seal with one hand, and a thick ancient book appeared in front of everyone. Everyone in the town knew this book. It was stored in the ancestral hall of the town, and it recorded What is more important is the past events of the past dynasties in the town, as well as the role of genealogy.

When the village chief uttered the words "Xie Fangchen", the ancient genealogy turned the pages by itself in the absence of wind. After turning through more than half of the genealogy, a thin piece of paper was erected.

With a stabbing sound, the village chief tore off the page from the genealogy tree, his palm was ablaze, and watched the thin paper being swallowed by the flames: "From now on, Xie Fangchen is no longer my person who worships Guling. Now, I want her to make atonement!"

As the village chief's voice fell, an altar slowly rose in the center of the ancient town. The altar was oppressive black, and there were stone sculptures containing [-] kinds of poisons. In the center of the magic circle was a carved magic circle: " Even if she is no longer one of my people in Chongguling, as long as I put my heart and soul into it, even the ends of the earth can make her pay for her life!"

Under the command of the village chief, a hunchbacked old woman with gray hair, countless wrinkles, eyes wide open like a camel bell, and many bells hanging on her body brought out a small black bowl, the outer end of which was made of shells. Inlaid with a pattern of five-petal cherry blossoms, inside is a bowl of clear water, with a drop of blood-red blood tadpole swimming in the clear water.

Staring at the small black pottery bowl inlaid with shells and cherry blossoms, Shen Jiaozhen seemed to see Xie Fangchen appearing in front of her, wishing to eat his bones and flesh.

The old woman put the small bowl in the center of Xing Xing Platform, and a blue ray of light was projected from the jewel above the crutch in the village chief's hand, shooting into the bowl, and the blood tadpoles appeared in midair, blooming with exquisite patterns of youth.

Just when the village head was about to recite the mantra to impose sanctions on Xie Fanghua, Shen Jiaozhen suddenly struggled and knelt down in front of the village head, speaking with hatred: "Village head, this is the hatred between my family and my sister and Xie Fangchen. You can't let the slaves do it themselves, and the slaves will never forgive themselves for the rest of their lives."

"Okay." The village head looked at Shen Jiaozhen: "It's just that you are weak now, so do what you can."

"Yes."

Shen Jiaozhen stood up slowly, managed to stand still, her body swayed again, as if she was about to faint immediately, and the people beside her hurriedly helped her onto the altar.

Kneeling in front of the statue of the Ghost King on the altar, Shen Jiaozhen bit her finger, drew a line with her own blood, and swore with two fingers: "Shen Jiaozhen, the 340th fourth-generation descendant of Chongguling, Here, I swear by myself, please use the ghost king to punish me, don’t kill innocent people, don’t harm innocent people, if you violate it, curse yourself, burn your body with fire forever, and your soul can’t be saved!”

A pitch-black magic circle slowly appeared on the head of the Ghost King Statue. It was so cold that it couldn't be more cold, and it was not even sure whether it was a human voice that spread to the ears of everyone present. terrible memories.

"name……"

"Wait a minute!"

"Thank you Fangchen!"

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