Chapter 121

The lakeside of Qingyu lake.

The villagers are ready for the preliminary work of sacrifice. A simple platform is set up on the high bank of the lake. The villagers gather at the platform. They carry the pigs and cattle tied up in the village. After the Taoist priest is invited to do it, they tie these live sacrifices with stones and sink them into the lake. Reporter Peter dedicated to holding the camera, taking pictures for the villagers.

In front of the camera of this pretty foreign handsome guy, the villagers try their best to show their best side.

At this time, suddenly a girl's voice got into his ears. "Ah Lu, there's a foreign handsome guy taking pictures there!" It was Qin Fen who spoke. Qin Fen, a lively character, has a share in all the major associations of the school, and is also a campus reporter of the school journal group. This issue of the school journal wanted to make a special issue on the sacrifice activities of Qingyu lake, so Qin Fen came to Qingyu lake with a camera.

As for why Bailu would follow, it was mainly because Qin Fen heard that the scenery here was beautiful and didn't want Bailu to study all day, so she was dragged out to let her relax.

Pretending not to hear Qin Fen's words, Peter continued to take pictures of the villagers with his camera.

"He seems to be a journalist, too." Qin Fen said to Bai Lu.

Bailu takes a look at Peter. Although she doesn't see Peter's press card, the camera in Peter's hand seems to be quite expensive, and the posture of taking pictures doesn't look amateur. So she nodded: "it should be a reporter."

"Handsome foreign reporter boy," Qin Fen looked a little bit of spring, "shall we go up and say hello?"

Bailu quickly shook her head: "don't disturb others."

Qin Fen flattened her mouth. In fact, she didn't have much interest in handsome men. She just felt that it was not easy to come out. Bailu was still so stuffy that she didn't have the meaning to go out.

"Shall we call Zhou Shao out?" Qin Fen said. Today is Sunday. There is no class. As for Zhou Shao, that's the nickname Qin Fen gave Zhou Heng. After meeting Ding long in the restaurant, Qin Fen often joked with Zhou Heng, calling him "master Zhou, the second leader of longyunhui". Later, because the name was too long, he changed his name to "Zhou Shao". Zhou Heng knew that Qin Fen's mouth was just like talking, so he didn't take it to heart and let her make fun of herself.

Bailu shook her head again: "don't disturb him."

"Is it because Zhou Shao won't play with you?" Qin Fen asked tentatively, "are you angry with her?"

Bailu immediately showed an angry expression. She stretched out her hand and scratched Qin Fen's waist: "I'll let you talk nonsense again!"

Qin Fen is the most ticklish. She smiles and twists her waist to avoid Bailu's "attack".

Peter listened to their conversation for a while in the distance, but didn't hear any important information. So he turned his attention away from the two girls.

He talked to the village head.

"How many years has the village been here?" Peter asked the village head. He is very fluent in Chinese and doesn't have the strange accent that foreigners often have.

"Our village has been moved to Qingyu lake for more than 400 years." The village head immediately excitedly introduced the history of the village to the foreign reporter. "Originally, his ancestors were in the north. Later, in order to avoid the war, he hid in Qingyu lake."

Peter nodded and listened carefully. This foreign reporter is handsome and polite, and his attitude towards others is generally warm and pleasant.

"When did you begin to offer sacrifices to the river god in Qingyu lake?" Peter asked the village head. As a reporter, it is understandable that he is interested in the topic of river god.

The village head pondered for a while, as if thinking. "One hundred years," said the village head, "no, maybe two hundred years?"

"Not more than two hundred years?" Peter went on.

The head of the village nodded positively: "it won't be more than 200 years." Then he told Peter about his ancestors.

Instead of showing any impatience, Peter listened with relish, nodding or asking a question from time to time to show that he was listening. It's a great pleasure to talk to such people, so the village head also opened his mouth and told Peter all he knew.

Two people chatting, a yellow taxi suddenly came, the crowd have to retreat to both sides, to make way for the taxi.

Out of the car came a tall and thin man with a bamboo pole in his hand. There was a piece of linen hanging on the bamboo pole. On the linen, there were four big words "Kunlun immortal". He was the Taoist priest who was paid by the villagers to offer sacrifices.

Seeing that the Taoist arrived, the village head quickly took Peter to the Taoist.

"Gao Banxian!" The village head said hello to the tall and thin man.

Tall and thin, holding the two beards on his lips, he said hello to the village head with a smile. The village head was about to introduce reporter Peter to Gao Banxian when the yellow taxi rolled down the window.

"The fare! Which one of you will pay for the car? " The taxi driver called impatiently in the car.

Gao Banxian touched his pocket falsely. The village head immediately stopped him and said, "no, don't bother Banxian. I'll do it! Let me pay for Banxian! ""Alas! How can this work? " As he fumbled in his pocket, Gao Banxian said, "the way things are, the way things are. I still have to pay for the taxi myself."

But just as he fumbled for his pocket, the village head had already paid for him.

After seeing that the village head had paid, Gao Banxian put one hand behind his back, and the other hand habitually pinched the beard on his mouth. "We monks can't take advantage of you mortals." Gao Banxian said to the village head, "but this time, it's not the next time."

The village head quickly nodded yes. Every sacrifice is presided over by Gao Banxian, and all expenses are in the charge of the village. Now Gao Banxian has said these words, and the village head knows that he can't take them seriously.

"This is a foreign reporter," the village head said to Gao Banxian, "Mr. Peter."

"Oh Gao Banxian looked at Peter and noticed that he was dressed like a real reporter.

"I don't know which newspaper or magazine Mr. Peter works for?" Gao Banxian said hello to Peter. This is a good chance for him to be famous. If he knows in advance, he will be ready to come back.

"An English tabloid," Peter said humbly, "Banxian must have never heard of it."

As expected, Gao Banxian's face changed a little. He heard that there are many small newspapers with low sales abroad, which have little influence in China. It seems that Peter belongs to that category.

However, since it is reported to the government, it is a matter of honor. Gao Banxian raised his spirit and said in a loud voice, "in this case, let's make an exception and allow Mr. Peter to follow me to shoot."

Qin Fen and Bailu also looked this way.

"That should be the Taoist who presided over today's sacrifice!" Qin Fen said excitedly.

"It should be." Bailu nodded.

"Let's go and interview him, too!" Qin Fen took Bailu's hand and came this way.