[Comprehensive] The Hundred Stories of Qingxingdeng

Chapter 83

Yimulian thought he would never wake up again, but he opened his eyes again.

This is an extremely simple and narrow room, with mottled walls, a door with a lot of broken mud, two old wooden doors leaning against each other crookedly, and a few rays of light from the roof indicate how big the roof is. Oops.

It is said that this is a deserted hut, but it can be seen from the details that it is inhabited.

The most valuable thing in the entire room is probably the small long table that occupies half of the room.There is no statue of Yimulian here, it is not the shrine he is familiar with, but his god is enshrined.

There is no scent of sandalwood, not even incense ash. In front of his altar is a chipped bowl with a yellowed steamed bun and a few shriveled wild fruits, which are his only offerings today. up.

No matter what kind of god it is, if it sees itself being "neglected" in this way, it will be displeased, not to mention taking shelter here, it is a good thing not to get angry.But Yimulian was not angry when he saw this, he was even surprised, surprised that there were still people who remembered him and worshiped him.

He thought...

He should have disappeared long ago.

A god who exists for protection because of human belief, when his believers no longer believe in him, disappearing is a matter of course.

Any god who has reached his level will not have any vitality, because they have all disappeared with the disappearance of most human beliefs, but... why did he wake up?Obviously he has already fallen into an eternal deep sleep, hasn't he?Just one or two human calls are not enough to wake him up. He can feel how weak the power in his body is compared to when it was at its peak, but there is indeed power in his body. Could it be... Want to be protected by him?

There are many thoughts in his heart, but the expression on Yimulian's face has not changed much.

After going through too many vicissitudes, even Ichimulian, who was once gentle in heart, feels numb to the changeable human beings.He didn't look forward to it, nor was he surprised. He just looked around the room and found that he couldn't leave the room too far and stayed quietly in front of the god seat.

This house is not big, not to mention how good the sound insulation is. Through the leaky windows and the open door that no thieves can come in, you can sometimes see some men with Western features in short jackets and shorts passing by. Some women in gray tutu skirts, aprons and hair wrapped hurriedly with fruit baskets or bread baskets in their arms.

This wasn't everything he was familiar with, but Yimulian's heart didn't fluctuate.

He just sat here, quietly watching everything around him, just like a long, long time ago, he sat in his shrine, stared at the wilderness quietly, and listened to the prayers of believers accompanied by the wind dragon.

Time passed quickly, and when the sun was setting to the west, a man wrapped himself tightly in a large turban with holes, only showing a few strands of gray hair appeared in front of the room.

This person's figure is a little thin, his back is bent, as if he wants to shrink himself up, like a mouse.She did wrap herself tightly, only revealing a pair of rough hands holding the kerchief outside, and after entering the room and tearing off the large kerchief, she realized that it was a woman.

A...a woman with a wrinkled and weathered face but clear eyes.

After the woman walked into the room, she took out an even more worn-out bowl from her bosom. There was a beautiful apple in the bowl. She laughed when she saw the apple. The wrinkles accumulated on her face made it hard to see. Clear her eyes.

She picked up the apple and brought it close to her nose and took a deep breath. The fragrance of the apple made her throat roll. Her eyes were glued to the apple and she couldn't move it away, but she didn't hold the apple for a long time but put it away. In the bowl in front of Yimulianshen.

While putting the apples in, she took out the shriveled wild fruits and steamed buns that had been in the bowl for a few days, turned around and walked to the bed covered with hay at the corner of the room, and started to eat bitterly.

The woman ate very deliciously, and she was also a little eager. It could be seen that she was very hungry.

Because she was in a hurry to eat, she was also stalked by the steamed bun.She raised her hands and beat her chest to look for water, and when she couldn't find any water, she hurried out with her broken bowl.

When she came back, she had finished eating and drinking water.

She closed the two loose doors, bowed briefly to the Yimulian god, and then lay down on the bed covered with hay, curled up and quickly fell asleep.

From the beginning to the end, the woman didn't say anything, and Yimulian just looked at her quietly.

After seeing the woman sleeping peacefully, Yimulian's brows and eyes moved slightly, and he set his gaze on the woman's not-beautiful sleeping face, with some doubts in his eyes.

There are many kinds of gods in this world.

A natural god who was born with the creation of heaven and earth; a god who has been promoted through self-cultivation with great fortune and great perseverance; there is another kind of god like him, born because of the urgent hope of living beings and a lot of faith.

The strength of his god is directly related to the strength of his faith, and when his faith reaches a certain level, it will disappear.He thought that when he woke up again, some people should regain their faith in him, but...he only felt one person...the woman in front of him.

Only she can.

If it was only her, what kind of strong faith could wake him up?Maybe it was just an accident?

The night came and went, and when the sky lit up again, the quiet village became lively again.

Different from yesterday's leisurely routine, even if you don't get close to Yimulian, you can feel the tension and anxiety of those people outside.Everyone who passed by the outside gate had serious worries on their faces. Many people even didn't even look at the fields. They all gathered somewhere in the village.

The air in the village was tense and heavy, but all this had no effect on the women in the dilapidated house.

She got up as if she didn't feel anything, and walked all the way to the river closest to her house and began to wash.Although she doesn't have any washing tools that can be used, she can still wash herself clean.It was also because of her habit that even though she was dressed in shabby clothes, there was no strange smell.

When the woman was walking back, a few children playing on the side of the road saw her, and they laughed and shouted at her: "The poor house mother, are you up? Do you want to eat?" Li handed something out of mud to her.

The woman ignored them. She lowered her head and walked around. A housewife who stayed at home heard the children's laughter and came out, and said loudly to the children: "What's the trouble? Go back quickly. Be careful that the monster eats you!"

These words were very effective, and the children flinched when they heard it, obviously they were frightened. One of them looked smarter, and when the housewife was about to go back, she ran to her and asked, "Aunt Menka, did something happen last night?" What's the matter? Dad and uncle have all gone to the village chief's house, and so have others, is there a demon..."

"Shut up!" Aunt Menka, who was wearing an apron, knocked on the child's forehead. Her eyes were flustered for a moment, but she quickly stabilized. "Last night, wolves entered the village. You guys should go back to your homes to hide." Well, if you are taken away by wolves, no one can save you."

Having said that, Aunt Menka didn't want to say any more, she just kept sending these children to their respective homes with a fierce look on her face, and the children were afraid of her, so they quickly went back obediently.

When a few were walking back, their father and mother also came out to look for them.

After the child left, Menka turned his head and glanced at the direction in which the "broken house mother-in-law" left, sighed and went back to the room and closed the door tightly.

Although there was no way to leave the dilapidated house yesterday, but today Yimulian found that he was able to follow around the woman in the dilapidated house and observe this completely unfamiliar world to him.

Strange sky, strange plants and buildings, strange skin color.

Only the facial features of the woman in the dilapidated house can give him a sense of familiarity, but the woman's hair has already turned gray, with only a few strands of black hair mixed occasionally.

He follows the woman through the village and discovers that something is happening in the village just as he feels it to be.The men with serious faces and some fear gathered in the middle of the village, while the women took all the playful children back and shut them at home with the doors tightly closed.

It was as if something terrible had happened.

However, the woman in the dilapidated house was not affected by the surrounding environment. She completely ignored the obviously wrong look on his face and walked slightly limping towards the south of the village. There seems to be something wrong with his legs and feet.

The southernmost part of the village is a wide river, and there are a few small boats parked by the river, and fishing nets are drying on the bank.

On weekdays, this place is the busiest place in the village, but today, because of something happening in the village, most of the people who would normally be busy here early in the morning did not come here.

Therefore, when the woman came here, what she saw was a somewhat deserted scene.

But the woman didn't have nothing to do. She went straight to a boat and started to work with her head down.

Most of the work by the river is manual work. Due to physical reasons, the woman is very strenuous when doing these things, but she still does it very seriously, moving the boxes filled with things to their proper places.She has been doing this kind of work for a long time, so even if there is no one to direct her, she can do it well, and she does it well.

Because of the kindness of the boatman, she was able to do this without starving herself.

Women seldom speak and are always taciturn. Many people wonder if she is dumb.Fortunately, she has a pair of clear and gentle eyes that are completely different from her appearance, and the people in the village are willing to help her—although she was also excluded when she first came to this village, but that was for a reason, and now Once you get to know her, everyone will know what kind of person she is.

On weekdays, women work hard like this, and no one will come to talk to her, but today, when most people are not around, there is a man who stands not far from her and keeps looking at her. she.

He's not an ordinary man, and he doesn't have much contact with her usually, but this man has been staring at her strangely today, and he will show an overly enthusiastic smile when the woman raises her head to look over.

Such a smile makes people feel uncomfortable.

But the woman didn't do anything, she just turned her back to the man and continued to do her own thing.

Fortunately, this situation didn't last long. Other men came here one after another and worked as usual. The strange man who always stared at her went to nowhere.

Then during the noon break, the woman who was drinking a bowl of vegetable soup with a few vegetable leaves heard some special words from other people.

"That's... a demon..."

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