After the patient was sent to the ancestral hall, peace returned to Xishan Village. Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen risked being chased and bitten by the dogs in the whole village, sneaked into the yard of a house, listened to it for a long time, and roughly pieced together the cause and effect. It is said that the patient contracted an incurable disease. People in the village think this is a bad omen, and they want to hold a festival by the river tomorrow night to exorcise evil spirits.
Fu Shen had a sore back and was tired and sleepy. He almost didn't squat down, he stumbled forward, and Yan Xiaohan opened his arms to grab him. The two rode their horses back to the city, and asked Xiao Er to ask for hot water and food at the inn. After washing and eating, General Fu lay on the bed to support his waist, while Master Yan sat on the edge of the bed very obediently and consciously. He moved his legs to his knees and massaged him to relax.
"Do you think that 'bad disease' is a plague?" Fu Shen said, "If there is a plague, the villagers will be too calm. Once the plague spreads widely, it will be easy for a village to die."
"It's human nature to hide and not report," Yan Xiaohan rolled up his trousers and pressed the acupuncture points on his calf, "Just think about it, the local officials here won't even report the Qiu Yebai flooding under the rule of law. The imperial court, what will he do if he finds that strange diseases suspected of plague appear one after another in Xishan Village?"
Fu Shen frowned. Yan Xiaohan said, "I'd rather kill it by mistake than let it go. It doesn't matter if it's a plague or not, it's the only way to eradicate all future troubles. The villagers all know that if this matter spreads, the whole village will die, so they die. Don't hide it, don't dare to report to the officials."
Fu Shen slapped the bed and said, "What kind of dog officer, what a reason!"
Yan Xiaohan smiled without saying a word.
Fu Shen glanced at him sideways: "Yo, it's amazing, why don't you act like a spoiled child today?"
Yan Xiaohan was able to guess what the local officials were thinking, so he probably wouldn't go anywhere with integrity. In the past, when Fu Shen said this, he would inevitably be slightly stabbed, but this time, it seemed that he had really let go of his grudges for many years and became upright and honest, which was a bit flattering.
He smiled and said, "I'll be spoiled again, can you still stand it?"
Fu Shen seemed to have built an incomparably strong city in his heart. He knew that he had all the love and tolerance of this person, enough to make him look down on all beings in this world. Once people have the confidence and support, they will naturally hold their chests up and will no longer be confined between gains and losses.
"Virtue..." Fu Shen's thigh muscles tightened suddenly, "Hey, where are you going to touch it?"
"Relax," Yan Xiaohan said with a good temper, "What are you doing with the clamp so tight, spread your legs... I don't do anything else, aren't your legs sore? I'll give you a massage."
Fu Shen let him be so frivolous that he had nothing to say, he simply closed his eyes and let him go. He was slowly sorting out the events of the past few days in his mind. First, the serial murders in Beijing, then the reduction of grain tax in Jingchu, Yan Xiaohan's use of traditional Chinese medicine in Xishan Village, and the flood of white autumn nights in Kuangfeng County... This series of events key point. All fell on this unheard of "autumn night white".
The issues that need to be clarified now are, first, what secrets are hidden in Xishan Village, second, whether Jingchu's harvest reduction has something to do with the flooding of Qiu Yebai, and the third is how Qiu Yebai was introduced to Jingchu. Man-made or natural growth? Is this kind of autumn night blooming all over the place only in Jingchu, or has it spread to other places
At first, Fu Shen was just on a whim, wanting to accompany Yan Xiaohan to finish this errand in a low-key manner, but he didn't expect to go out and bump into ghosts and encounter such a bad thing, it would be difficult for him to stay out of it. The back is still born to work hard.
Thinking about it, the sleepiness gradually grew, and Fu Shen fell into a deep sleep without realizing it. Yan Xiaohan listened to his breathing gradually and evenly, so he gently supported his legs and put them back on the bed, pulling the quilt to cover him. Just as he was about to get up and leave to wash his hands, Fu Shen woke up before he straightened up.
He wasn't completely awake either, he didn't open his eyes, he was still in a haze, but he knew clearly that he was going, and stuck his hand out from under the quilt: "Where are you going?"
Yan Xiaohan grabbed his hand and stuffed it back into the quilt. He wanted to laugh a little, but his heart softened. He leaned over to kiss him between the eyebrows, and said softly, "You sleep, I'll wash my hands."
After hearing this, Fu Shen closed his eyes again, but this time he didn't fall asleep. After a while, the lights and candles in the room went out, the curtain fell, and there was a rustling sound from the fabric in the darkness. Then the bed beside him sank slightly, Yan Xiaohan rolled over onto the bed, and gently pulled him into his arms. . Fu Shen closed his eyes and hooked the back of his hand with his fingertips. He heard Yan Xiaohan sighed in his ear, "You will wake up if the wind blows the grass, it will easily hurt your mind."
Body temperature and breath are the best hypnosis. Fu Shen's sleepiness has come up again. At this moment, Yan Xiaohan can't harass him when he talks in his ear. He turned over, put his hand on Yan Xiaohan's waist, patted it twice, and said vaguely, "Sleep."
Yan Xiaohan burst into laughter, wondering why this person is like a child looking for A-Niang when he opens his eyes, and makes trouble when he is away from him. He pulled the quilt up to cover the shoulders of the two of them, and replied in a low voice, "Well. Go to sleep."
In the early morning of the next day, the two went to the back mountain of Xishan Village again. They noticed that there was a woman by the river who could not stop wiping her tears. The women next to them came forward to comfort them. Shen Jin regained his energy today, turning his fire stick in his hand, and said, "Keep an eye on her and help me if necessary, maybe I can tell a few truths."
Yan Xiaohan said, "As ordered."
General Fu's fire stick almost flew out of his hand.
As the sun sets, the tired birds return to the forest, and the villagers working in the fields return home one after another. Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen stood halfway up the mountain, overlooking the entire village.
Just like a repeat of the scene that night, first a few lights were lit in the direction of the ancestral hall, and then every household went out with lanterns, gradually converging into a light belt, winding along the village road, facing the river. come.
By the light of the lanterns, one could vaguely see a float in the crowd. On the car lay a man in white clothes who didn't know whether to live or die. This scene made Yan Xiaohan's back shiver. Thinking of what he saw in the ancestral hall that day, it was quite impressive. A strange, like a funeral procession.
There was a sudden warmth from the back of his hand, Fu Shen held his hand and said casually, "Don't be afraid."
That night, someone single-handedly broke into the depths of the village, took him out of the nightmare, and brought him into a tender dream.
Yan Xiaohan quietly backhanded and intertwined his fingers: "Mm. Don't be afraid."
Fu Shen took a deep breath like a toothache. The two of them had done so many intimate things, but he was soured by the way these little children held hands. However, for some reason, he didn't get rid of it, so he just let Yan Xiaohan pull it until the villagers walked to the river, put the float on the open space by the river, and laid out a sweet potato and fruit offering.
A clan elder with a gray beard came out of the crowd. First, he solemnly kowtowed three times to the rushing river. Then he took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, chanted a mantra, and put the yellow talisman on the incense candle. ignite. When the talisman turned into a handful of fly ash, he rang the bell in his hand and began to pray loudly. Fu Shen listened vaguely, and the congratulatory speech seemed to be asking someone to raise their hands, save sinners, and bless the village with good weather and no plague.
Fu Shen was stunned and said, "This dynasty has long since stopped offering sacrifices to Hebo and changed to the water officials and dragon kings. Why do these foolish people dare to fill the river with people?"
He was talking about the old customs of the previous dynasties. In the past, when there was rain and flood, the people thought that Hebo was angry and needed sacrifices to calm down. It is better to use pigs, sheep and livestock, and even worse, virgins or beautiful girls are sacrificed, and countless innocent girls and children are killed for this. When the dynasty was first established, Tai'zu strictly ordered to get rid of old customs, Hebo temples in various places were torn down, and live sacrifices were banned, and the atmosphere was new.
Who would have thought that today, a hundred years later, nightmares will reappear and old things will repeat themselves.
Yan Xiaohan held him down: "Wait, don't worry. He Bo only cares about the weather and the rain, but he has never heard of the plague. Moreover, it is said that the ancient sacrifices used boys and girls as sacrifices, and the man on the float looked like a man. It's not necessarily a sacrifice to Hebo, let's wait and see what he will do next."
After the old man finished reciting the congratulatory speech, two tightly wrapped men lifted the man in white from the float and tied a large stone to his chest and abdomen. In an instant, the woman standing in the crowd let out a piercing cry, ignoring everyone's obstruction, and rushed up to fight the two: "... Let me die! Let me die for him!"
The village chief motioned a few women to step forward and drag her away. The woman was paralyzed and cried and cursed, but all the villagers seemed to turn a deaf ear. The two lifted the man in white and plunged into the surging river. "Worship and send the true immortal", everyone knelt on the ground in unison, and kowtowed three times towards the river.
Fu Shen's face was sinking like water. With his eyesight, he could even see the man's hands and feet were still struggling when he was thrown into the river. He whispered: "This river merges into the small lake behind the Fox Immortal Temple. Go there and look for it. Maybe there is still help. Let's go."
Yan Xiaohan said, "My husband is dead, and his wife may not survive tonight. I will go to the lake to find people. You follow her. If it is too late to save her husband, we must have a living witness in our hands."
Fu Shen pondered for a moment, and he didn't seem to be at ease. Yan Xiaohan knew what he was worried about, and said with relief, "Don't worry, I'm good at water. I must protect myself first, and I don't have to take risks for a stranger."
"Be careful. I couldn't help the second time when I was struck by a thunderbolt last time." Fu Shen took out the knife from his sleeve that Yan Xiaohan had tried to use to mutilate himself, and threw it into his arms, saying, "I Take that woman to the Fox Immortal Temple in a while."
Yan Xiaohan took the knife, played with flowers between his fingers, and turned around like a flower. He got on his horse and smiled in the wind. His face seemed to glow in the dark night: "Okay, see you at the Fox Fairy Temple."
The author has something to say: Glowing in the dark or something, Mr. Yan may be a firefly into a sperm (manually eat melon.jpg