The old village chief is already in his twilight years. Whenever he talks too much, he starts breathing heavily, just like the chimney in an old community that cannot be repaired no matter what.
Su Qingyu held the teacup in both hands, and the warmth of the hot tea passed through her fingertips into her body, driving away some of the coldness.
They were all waiting for the old village chief to continue speaking.
"Before I became the village chief, the old Taoist priest from Qingyun Temple had already gone up the mountain. He lived there for many years, probably because of his long-term practice. When I was already gray-haired, he still looked energetic, as if he could live forever." The old village chief's words were full of envy. "The master is a very good person. At that time, monkeys were causing chaos in the mountains, and it was the master who found the monkey god and calmed the disputes between the villagers and the monkeys.
Later, when the black hair disease broke out, the master made a magic medicine to help us heal. The medicine was a red liquid with a strange taste. I once asked the master for the method of making the medicine, but the master did not tell me.
Later, no one knew what happened, but the master's temperament changed drastically. He no longer allowed villagers to enter and leave the Taoist temple for treatment at will. Only patients could be brought in with the guidance of a forest ranger.
After all, this disease can be cured, so we are lucky.”
"That's my master." No matter whether Zhixu Sanren still recognizes Bai Huo as his disciple or not, Bai Huo will always have only him as his master in his heart.
"Eh? Master, do you have any disciples?" The old village chief's eyes showed a confused look. "I'm old now, and I don't remember many things."
The time in this copy and the cognition of the villagers in the copy have all been polluted and distorted.
In the villagers' eyes, Zhixu Sanren has always been a lonely man.
"This month, it's already December, right?" Bai Huo changed the subject. His eyes darkened slightly. Although his expression was indifferent, one could feel that he was not in a good mood. "Have you prepared the sacrifice for this month?"
The old village chief smiled and stroked his beard and said, "We are ready. The Monkey God must not be offended."
Bai Huo said no more.
The old village chief was still talking to himself.
He was expressing his admiration for the greatness of the girls who offered sacrifices, as they used their bodies to protect the village where they were born for a year of peace.
The family of any girl chosen for sacrifice will be treated kindly by the villagers.
The girl's family also regarded this as the greatest honor.
After they talked for a while, they left the village committee.
When they walked out of the lounge, all the front desk staff stood up straight, facing the direction of the door, staring at them, as if they were watching them leave.
The old village chief came out to see them off.
When he said goodbye, he said gloomily: "God is watching what you do, so be careful on your way."
Bai Huo just glanced at the old village chief indifferently.
He felt that when the old village chief said this, he had not considered what he had done at all.
On the way back to the village.
Su Qingyu asked: "Do you want to stop the sacrifice?"
"Yeah." Bai Huo responded lightly.
Su Qingyu secretly observed the expression on Bai Huo's face, and she knew that Bai Huo absolutely could not tolerate such an inhumane thing as human sacrifice.