East China Sea dust

The loess dust on the ground flew up with the movements of the townspeople, as if a dark mask had been placed on everyone's face, and the expression underneath was hard to see clearly.

Zhang Qinglan watched coldly, walked up to the scholar, and said in a deep voice, "What oracle?"

The robe worn by the young man was well-cut and beautifully decorated, coupled with a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes and a cool and dignified demeanor, the difference between him and the ordinary people below was immediately highlighted.

The scholar knelt at the front, looked down at the dark soap boots that appeared in his eyes, and looked at the emerald jade pearls decorated on the boots, a dark color flashed across his eyes.

Soon the reluctance in his heart was restrained completely, the scholar raised his head, his eyes were red, and he still looked melancholy: "Don't you know about the oracle yet?"

While speaking, the scholar gently pulled aside the sickly girl who had been standing beside him, implying to kneel down with him.

Zhang Qinglan frowned, looked at the festering flesh and blood on the girl's body, pondered for a moment and said calmly: "I really don't know."

Unexpectedly, such a common sentence immediately caused an uproar among the crowd, and there was a little suspicion in the eyes of the few people who came out of the mansion.

For a moment, the young scholar looked embarrassed and turned around to signal everyone to be calm.

When the group of people finally stopped whispering, the white-faced scholar raised his hand to wipe off the thin sweat from his temples, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.He raised his eyes carefully, and quietly glanced at Ao Zhan who was standing at the farthest distance.

Seeing that the man's face seemed to be the same, he felt relieved, raised his chin, looked up at the young man's dark pupils, and said frankly, "It all starts with the fog."

"After the fog cleared up in the town, within half an hour, people in the whole town began to fall asleep one after another. Whether they were resting at home or walking on the street, everyone was spared." The scholar's voice Gradually became hoarse from thirst.

Having said that, his voice paused.

The expression suddenly became a little sad, and the scholar continued: "After everyone woke up from the slumber, they found something strange. After confronting each other, they discovered that everyone seemed to have the same dream when they were in a slumber."

Hearing what the scholar said, Zhang Qinglan's face that seemed to be covered with frost just changed slightly.

He lowered his eyelashes halfway, met the scholar's gaze, and suddenly calmed down: "Dream?"

"Yes," the scholar nodded, "In the dream, everyone stood in the middle of the boundless sea of ​​clouds, as if they were in the sky, or in the sea... in front of them was a golden statue that looked like a Bodhisattva."

"The Bodhisattva said that a great evil spirit has been hiding in our Ye city for many years. The people in the city have committed a lot of crimes, and they hide the evil spirit without knowing it. Therefore, we will use 'Miasma' to punish us and wash away everyone's sins."

Speaking of this, the scholar seemed to be in extreme pain, with a few tears streaming out of the corner of his eyes, he grabbed the little girl's hand and said: "When everyone wakes up, they will find themselves or the people around them before they wake up. There are more or less signs of such a disease.”

Steward Wang immediately showed contempt after hearing this, and dismissed the scholar's remarks.

For dozens or even hundreds of years, Ye City has been under the protection of the Dragon King of the East Sea. Not to mention the evil spirits, even the earth-bound spirits can be called "rare".

Furthermore, if there really was that troublesome "big evil spirit", how could Ye City still look like it is now, with good weather and affluent life?

The old man raised his hand to stroke his white beard, his long eyebrows stood upright, and he was about to take the initiative to chase people away, but suddenly Ao Zhan, who had been standing calmly at the farthest distance, raised his hand to stop him.

"Master, you?" Wang Yi paused for a moment, and immediately took back his steps.

"It's okay," Ao Zhan said with deep eyes, waving his hand casually, "Listen to him."

The scholar at the other end knelt upright on the ground, as if he was still immersed in the horrible memories of this morning.Then he shook his head with a wry smile, cupped his hands and said: "The oracle is so effective, we and the common people are forced to have no other choice... That's why we came to bother the door, hoping that Master Ao will be kind and promise to save our lives."

Zhang Qinglan stood upright, listening to the scholar's tearful cry with a sullen face.Then he raised his eyes, looked at the crowd behind him and said in a cold voice: "Are there half lies in what he said?"

A group of people seemed to be blown up, and immediately shouted: "The Xu family boy has always been honest, who cares about lying to you?"

"Such disrespect to the oracle! Are you not afraid of contracting a strange disease?"

"If the oracle hadn't told us that we could meet Master Ao who rescued the suffering and rescued us all the way up the mountain in the northeast, we wouldn't want to work hard to climb the mountain and cut trees... It's really hot this day."

"Hey, that's not right. Didn't the Xu family boy say that everyone in the city has seen the Bodhisattva? Why does he still look like he doesn't know anything?"

The noisy voice was interrupted by this sentence, and the crowd suddenly fell silent.

In the dead silence, a childish voice suddenly sounded. It seemed that a child could not help crying out in pain, "Mother, monsters, there are monsters."

In an instant, everyone looked at Zhang Qinglan with more or less guard and fear in their eyes.

The young man's face was still calm and meaningless, and he moved a step to the right, simply focusing the eyes of everyone present on himself, not paying attention to Ao Zhan on the other side.

"Continue," Zhang Qinglan said to the scholar with her hands behind her back, "So, what does the 'oracle' you mentioned have anything to do with my master?"

The scholar's originally red eye sockets had faded by now, and he was stunned for a moment, before returning to his senses: "The Bodhisattva said..."

"The Bodhisattva said that if you want to cure this strange disease, you must select the most virtuous person in the city, follow the oracle's guidance all the way to the south, pray for everyone's blessings, and seek medicine, so that you can get rid of evil spirits and cleanse your sins."

The man who had been blocked by the scholar finally couldn't hold back anymore, he stood up carelessly, and wanted to walk in front of Ao Zhan, still yelling: "Master Ao is kind, he is the number one benevolent person in the city, Our neighbors in the city know about it."

Zhang Qinglan certainly wouldn't let him get close to Ao Zhan's body easily, so she walked up to the strong man in two steps, and raised her hand to stop the man from rushing forward.

The strong man was frightened by his eyes like ice blades, and quickly stopped and hesitated in place.

Although the man stopped in his footsteps, his mouth did not stop, and he shouted: "The floods of the past few days have completely drowned all the seedlings on the soil of my brother's house. Master Ao thought that it was not easy for a big guy, so he deliberately I went to give out porridge, and gave every family two taels of silver."

That brawny man was tall and burly, and his voice was quite loud, and he shook everything off in a few words.

When the group heard the "two taels of silver", their eyes straightened.The eyes looking at Ao Zhan immediately became fiery. Someone seized the opportunity and kowtowed a few more times, crying: "Master Ao is really a life-saving person."

"Master Ao, you must treat everyone equally in everything you do. You can't just ignore death this time."

"Mother's sweetheart, you can be saved this time, woo woo."

A group of old, weak, sick and disabled burst into tears at the gate of the palace, choked up sobs one after another, so loud that even Steward Wang turned his head and blocked his ears unbearably.

Ao Zhan was full of indifference, half leaning against the stone lion at the door, unscrupulously looking at the farce in front of him.

The group of kneeling and sitting people below were originally a group of fools. It would be shocking enough for a city to have the same dream at the same time, let alone the content of the dream being related to the gods, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas. The relationship, the wounds on the body are also real and cannot be faked.And then spread it like Xu Shusheng.

Everyone naturally believed that it was a miracle that came to the world, and they believed in it, thinking that there was really a big monster hiding around them, breathing out miasma, making people sick, and the monster couldn't be cured with ordinary medical skills.

So Xu Shusheng took the lead, a group of strong men opened the way, and dozens of civilians voluntarily went up the mountain all the way. Under the secret guidance of the so-called "Bodhisattva", they broke through the formation, cut down the bamboo forest, and sat down at the gate of the palace, and then began to act violently. Rolling, thinking that this would force Ao Zhan to come out, he promised to solve their troubles for them.

It was dusk.

The sun slanted to the west, and the magnificent and continuous light shone down in large swaths, passing through the bamboo forest, leaving a shadowy darkness on the ground.

Ao Zhan stood in the distance and watched such a farce for so long, and finally got bored.

In the so-called "oracle" by the scholar, in fact, from the beginning to the end, it is not specified who the person who needs to go south to pray for blessings is.

Is it possible that there are so few people with good character and good morals among those scholarly families in schools, medical centers?Why did he go all the way to the east again, deliberately splitting the mountain to build a road to his Ao Mansion?

Most of the south is a barren land, with many snakes, insects, rats and ants, and the climate is also sinister and humid.Going south all the way is tantamount to seeking death for ordinary people.This is a group of people who "had to" come to harass people under the threat of death and illness, so they are naturally not so stupid as that.

It's just that Ao's family often acts out to do good deeds, the family is rich and wealthy, a group of people are subtly influenced, and naturally forget the dangers along the way. I always feel that for Ao Zhan, going south is just a long journey, and he can also help them cure strange diseases by the way. Well, why not?

The merchants, wealthy households, and bureaucratic families in the city are all very shrewd. They don't want to be taken advantage of, so they pick the richest family and secretly send the people under them to come to complain about their grievances.

Ao Zhan snorted lightly, lowered his eyelashes, straightened up from the jade lion leaning against his back, and patted the dust on the hem of his clothes that didn't really exist.

With such a sinister handwriting, even Ao Zhan can guess who is behind the scenes with the hair of his hair.

There is an order of heaven, he can't go half a step out of Yecheng, if he really wants to go south, he's afraid he will be struck by the lightning that day so that there is not even ash left.It is obviously a game set up by someone with a heart, so how can there be any reason to take the initiative to jump into the pit?

Facing the eagerly looking eyes of everyone, Ao Zhan walked leisurely all the way to Zhang Qinglan.

Pulling up the young man's icy fingertips hanging by his side, Ao Zhan gently kissed the other's white wrist bones under the eyes of everyone, and his amber pupils faintly shone with emerald green light in the twilight. .

Finally showing his reckless and reckless true colors, the corners of the Dragon King's lips curled up in an arc, and the expression on his face could be called nasty.

When everyone was so shocked that they hadn't recovered their senses, they turned around and dragged the young man back home.

The heavy white marble door slowly closed, and finally, at the moment when only a gap was left, the man's deep and mellow voice came lightly from behind the deep door——

"That's all... what does it have to do with me?"