Golden Stage

Chapter 47: Light heart ┃ fate, wonderful

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King Qi got up in a daze: "What, what's going on..."

Yan Xiaohan looked at the people behind them in disbelief.

Ren Miao held the fire stick in his left hand, frowned and moved his right hand, as if twisting his wrist due to a sudden force. Aware of Yan Xiaohan's gaze, he raised his head and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry, didn't I hurt?"

His burning stick had been placed beside Yan Xiaohan before, and the two of them were at the door just now. Yan Xiaohan went to rescue King Qi, and Ren Miao went to get the burning stick. The distance between the two was roughly the same, but he was still in the room. Before Liang fell, Yan Xiaohan and King Qi were tossed away together with a stick. Regardless of this amazing arm strength, the speed of this movement alone is not something that ordinary people can achieve.

His skills and reactions were even faster than Yan Xiaohan's, but if that was the case, why was Yan Xiaohan able to easily grab his baggage when he entered the door

Either he broke out at a critical moment, or... he was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

The statue was chopped into pieces, Ren Miao came over and fiddled with the fire stick, and said, "The temple is not safe, who knows for a while..." He remembered the prophecy like a crow's mouth just now, and swallowed the second half of his words. Said: "Forget it, let's go out first."

Yan Xiaohan silently helped King Qi out.

Strange to say, after they went out, the thunder gradually died down, and the thick clouds dissipated. After this big thunder, even the rain gradually stopped. Everyone looked up at the sky, puzzled and confused, with inexplicable awe, and some even knelt down in court and silently recited Buddhist scriptures.

King Qi was calm in the face of danger, tidying up his clothes, bowed deeply to Ren Miao, and said, "Thank you for your help."

Ren Miao leaned on a fire stick in one hand and put a hat on his head with the other, and smiled nonchalantly: "What's the matter, if you didn't take me in at the beginning, I wouldn't have come out later... It's a coincidence, who can tell? Woolen cloth."

Yan Xiaohan said, "You want to leave?"

Ren Miao went to lead the horse: "The rain has stopped and the temple has been destroyed. If you don't leave now, are you still waiting for the next wave of thunder?" There will be a period in the future, see you in Jingzhou City in Japan!"

After he finished speaking, he rode his horse forward and walked away without looking back.

King Qi sighed, "It's a wonderful adventure."

Yan Xiaohan squinted his right eye indistinctly, staring at the slender back of the cavalry Juechen, always feeling that this matter is not over yet.

In the early morning of the same day, they rushed to a nearby village despite being tired and went to sleep at the local people's house. The local name is Xishan Village, which is under the administration of Kuangfeng County, Jingzhou, and its folk customs are simple. When foreigners arrive, the village chief and the elders warmly welcome them, not only arranging accommodation for them, but also having their families bring various kinds of food.

King Qi couldn't hold back and went to sleep, Yan Xiaohan took a nap, still thinking about what happened last night, and found the local people to inquire about the Fox Immortal Temple in the suburbs.

Some elderly people still remember the temple, saying that there was a fox fairy who appeared before the flood and told the villagers to avoid it before the flood. bye. It's just that this fox fairy never seemed to show its spirit again, and then the temple gradually became deserted.

The thunderbolt last night must not have been man-made, but it was a bit too coincidental that it hit the statue inappropriately and improperly. Is it really some kind of warning from God

According to legend, the fox was robbed by the heaven because of leaking the secret. What is the so-called "heavenly secret" in the Temple of the Fox Immortal

He was thinking about it, when suddenly there was a knock at the door, and someone said in the yard, "Anyone? Passing by the expensive land, can you stay here for one night—"

With a "squeak" sound, the door of the house opened, and behind the door revealed the expressionless cold face of Master Yan.

"Yo," Ren Miao lifted his hat and said in surprise, "It's you again! Good luck to meet you!"

Yan Xiaohan couldn't find a bit of "lucky" on his face, and said coolly, "Fortunate to meet."

"Fate, it's amazing," Ren Miao sighed as he tied his horse to the yard and walked into the house casually, "I've been driving for half a night, and I'm sleepy. Big brother, take it easy, I'll lend you a hand. This room gave me some sleep."

Yan Xiaohan did not give in an inch, and said, "No way."

"how?"

"I'm a family man," he said, "it's inconvenient to mix with outsiders, you can choose another place."

Ren Miao: "...No, I'm a seven-footed man, what can I do with you? Are you so afraid...wife?"

Yan Xiaohan said, "My wife is also a man. Forgive me."

Ren Miao: "..."

"Okay, okay," he waved helplessly, "I'm going somewhere else... really..."

Ren Miao left without a word. Yan Xiaohan went out and went to King Qi's place first. Seeing that he was still awake, he told his subordinates to be alert and protect King Qi's safety. Then he went around the village and saw Ren Miao laying firewood in the next courtyard. After staying in the room, he went around to the back of the village. In the distant paddy fields, farmers work, children play, and women gather by the water to wash and wash rice, all of which look normal and peaceful.

Maybe he was thinking too much, but the thunder that almost struck his head was like a shadow lingering in his heart. Yan Xiaohan walked aimlessly and randomly. When he realized that he had taken a fork in the road, he was already standing in front of the village's ancestral hall.

It is taboo for outsiders to collide in the ancestral hall. Yan Xiaohan turned to leave, but his overly sensitive ears picked up an unusual movement. It seemed that someone was whispering in the back of the room, and he happened to miss a sentence or two, which he listened to. .

"... here are the strangers, tonight's festival... "

As the words got closer and closer, Yan Xiaohan's thoughts moved, and his body leaped as lightly as a swallow. His whole body was like a page of paper, silently climbing up the eaves, disappearing in the shadows under the eaves.

The village chief and a lean young man who I saw in the morning came out from behind the house and said, "...Guangping and the others will not wait until fifteen, so we will do it tonight, you ask the ladies to mix some medicine in the meal, Put them down and drag them out tomorrow, as long as they don't get in the way. I see that those people are all dressed in fine silk and satin, and they can find a lot of good things in their luggage... "

Yan Xiaohan understood that these people were planning to give them medicine, but he didn't understand what a "ceremony" was. It seemed to be a ceremony that only people from this village were qualified to participate in, but even if it was to worship ghosts and gods, what was there to hide

And what does the phrase "I can't wait until 15th" mean

When the two of them walked away, Yan Xiaohan jumped off the roof and landed as lightly as a cat. He stood up straight, and was about to sneak away without knowing it. After a pause, he suddenly turned back, just in time to meet him. A pair of black eyes at the end of the corridor met his gaze.

The ancestral hall was already gloomy, and the man was still hiding behind the pillars, revealing only a pair of eyes that were as black as ink. He didn't speak, and just stared straight at him.

In an instant, a burst of cold air rushed up Yan Xiaohan's back, and the cold sweat broke down immediately.

He steadied his footsteps and looked at him as calmly as possible. The first thought that flashed through his mind was to simply kill him to avoid more trouble.

With one hand behind his back, the knife hidden in his sleeve has slipped to the palm of his hand. At this moment, the man suddenly jumped out from behind the pillar, gave him one last look, turned around and ran away - he was just a young child.

With Yan Xiaohan's skill, as long as he thought about it, it would not be difficult for that child to end up on the spot. It's just that when it was time to make a move, his almost non-existent heart of compassion suddenly moved, and the knife in his hand was not thrown out in the end.

It is said that after getting married, people who do evil things will have a layer of scruples and act restrained. Yan Xiaohan had never experienced this before, but now he really felt that there was another force blocking the killing intent. He couldn't help but think of Fu Shen, what kind of choice would he make if he were here at this time? .

He always thinks Fu Shen's thoughts are too high, and this illusion makes him soft-hearted, and it also brings him a series of unpredictable consequences.

If Fu Shen was really present, he would definitely knock the child unconscious with a knife, and then wake him up with a slap. If you do something bad and are found out, even if you don't kill yourself, you have to keep your mouth shut. How can you say that if you let it go, you will really let it go

Yan Xiaohan returned to their house as if nothing had happened, woke King Qi up, told them not to touch any drinking water provided by the villagers, and immediately set off for Kuangfeng County after noon.

A group of people were busy with trolleys and luggage for a long time, and then they packed up. Yan Xiaohan lied that he was in a hurry, said goodbye to the village chief, and left some money behind. Money can make ghosts run the mill, the village chief was still a little puzzled, but when he saw the money, he forgot everything and agreed.

Yan Xiaohan left with the convoy, and when he was completely out of the Xishan Village boundary, he let King Qi and others take a step ahead, turned his horse's head, and quietly returned to the woods outside Xishan Village.

It was only when he left the village that he remembered that Ren Miao lived in the yard next to him, and that person could even wake up to the sound of his own footsteps. There was no reason for them to pack their luggage in a big way, but he didn't hear it, or even showed up.

After all, Ren Miao had saved his life, Yan Xiaohan felt ashamed for this kind of grace, should he pull him or not, thinking that after he figured out what the ritual was, he would just take him away.

Half a day later, twilight came and approached, and the village was lit with scattered lights. Yan Xiaohan took the cover of the twilight and slipped into the village ancestral hall along the road in the morning.

The village chief and the elders of the clan were all gathered outside the ancestral hall. There were three carts in the patio, decorated with flowers and colorful silk, and on each cart lay a man in white and plain clothes. I don't know if they are dead or alive, I just heard a clan elder in the atrium say: "Everything is ready, it's time to hit the road."

A few young and middle-aged men stepped forward to push up the scooter, and the group lit up the white paper lanterns and walked out slowly. The scene seemed to be a funeral for the deceased, and it seemed extremely bleak and strange when the dusk was about to end.

Yan Xiaohan wanted to follow behind them to find out what was going on, but who would have looked down, that child appeared out of nowhere this morning, and spoke directly to the section of the eaves where he was hiding during the day, opening and closing his mouth. No sound was made.

It was a dumb one.

No one showed up, the child had a blank look on his face, and he repeated it several times, this time Yan Xiaohan finally saw his mouth shape clearly, what he said was "Are you there?"

Maybe it was because the sympathy in the morning had not completely subsided, Yan Xiaohan looked at the child and always felt that he had no ill intentions, and that a small child would not pose a threat to a big man like him. He pondered for a while, and felt that he could not give up the clue that was brought to the door. He paced out of the hiding place, clasped the knife with his backhand, and asked calmly, "Are you looking for me?"

The child turned back suddenly, like a pale kid, when he saw him, he made two anxious gestures with his hands, motioning him to follow him. Yan Xiaohan didn't know what he wanted to tell him, so he let him lead the way.

The child led him to a house and pointed to the door to let him in.

Yan Xiaohan asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going in?"

The child shook his head vigorously, showed him the bruised scar on his arm, and made a "hit" gesture.

Yan Xiaohan understood that this place is probably a secret place in the village, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter without authorization, otherwise they will be beaten like this child.

He nodded and said, "Thank you."

The child took a step back, Yan Xiaohan gently pushed open the wooden door, and walked in.