Chapter 315

In their screams, Zhang Cheng quickly collected their little bones and put them into the peach wood box where the skulls of weasels were just put.

Five poisons in the side with cast iron like weasel, rapid calcination into molten iron, and then the peach box to pouring inside.

They were very fast, but they were ready in a moment.

With a wave of yunmo's hand, the iron knot containing the bone was thrown in the center of the huge site: "three children each hold a note of incense, and go to worship according to the ritual rules you usually recite."

The three children looked at yunmo and the village head.

The old man was shaking all over, but nodded heavily to the three people.

Three children immediately obediently went to light incense, and then went to the front of the iron block, knelt neatly, and began to worship every day: "bear bone fire, burn me everywhere, protect the common people, return my wish, guard, town."

With these words down, incense into the ground, that has just found things strange, not in the scream of more than 100 men, fiercely hugged his head and screamed.

"Ah..."

"I'm in pain, my head is in pain..."

"It hurts. It hurts..."

"What's the matter? My whole body is in pain. Someone is pulling my bone..."

"My bone is broken..."

"Poof..."

Some people can't help the pain, a mouthful of blood directly sprayed out.

But in an instant, more than a hundred strong men fell to the ground, struggling and wailing violently.

Looking at this scene, the old man in the village was as pale as paper. His body was shaking into a sieve. He opened his mouth to talk, but he couldn't say anything for a long time.

Yunmo stood beside him and said coldly, "it's just the worship of three little dolls. They can't stand it. It's just a little finger bone, and it's a skull. Hundreds of people worship it every day. It's more than 100 years. Ha ha."

Yunmo's words didn't finish, but the meaning was very clear.

Hearing this, the village head, trembling like a sieve, turned his head fiercely. His eyes were black and white just now. After a short time, he was almost dripping blood. He shook his head violently in a hoarse voice: "it's not like this. It's not like this. It's from our ancestors. He said that this can make our Huang Da Xian receive our most sincere worship and absorb our faith, Who can become immortal.

We don't want to suppress it. We want it to become an immortal. How can we suppress and curse the good Wong Tai Sin? We don't want to love it. How can we... Poof. "

The village head suddenly puffed out a mouthful of blood.

Cloud Mo looks at the village head with a violent concussion and doesn't speak.

Although the scene is very chaotic, the villagers who are sober after recovery still see the weasel floating in the air. After listening to the conversation between yunmo and the village head, some elderly people can't help shouting: "village head, what's the matter? Is something wrong with my Wong Tai Sin? Tell me what's going on. "

The three children immediately chattered and ran to tell them.

"No, how could it be that we have harmed our patron saint? Impossible, impossible. "

"This, this, the ancestor uploads down must do like this, is not saying is loves our guardian God, how can be harm?"

"God, what evil has been done..."

"No, no, we didn't harm the immortal..."

"What's going on, what's going on..."

“……”

For a moment, the voice of a thousand panic followed.

Five poisons hold their chest and sneer: "why do you have to be hypocritical? If you dare to do it, you have to admit it. I advise you not to disgrace us. When you die, I can give you a good time. Otherwise, don't blame your grandfather for being cruel."

"I'll take my revenge myself." Floating in the air has not how to speak of the weasel, suddenly cold mouth.

"That's fine. If we hadn't made trouble, you would have avenged yourself." Five poisons reached for the bald head.

Cloud Mo listens to this words, raised eyelid to deeply see one eye full of resentment weasel.

"No, we are really dedicated to our Wong Tai Sin." An old man who seems to be over 90 years old suddenly came out of the crowd and knelt down to the floating weasel. His face was full of tears: "I'm the oldest person in the village. Those younger generation have never experienced the era of patron saint. They have less awe and love for you,

However, my generation or my previous generation, they really love you sincerely and even crazily, especially those who have experienced you sacrifice yourself to save the village. They are full of the most sincere love for you all their lives. "

The weasel heard this sneer, love, ha ha.

The old man continued without pause: "I believe they will never do anything harmful to you. I swear by my life. Because I remember very clearly, my father once told me that in order to make you become an immortal and jump out of reincarnation, when you built this ancestral hall for you, the Taoist priest asked to pour the iron statue with blood and life. At that time, ten uncles jumped out of the iron pool and burned the iron statue with life.

I believe that with a heart that loves you most, they would rather give up their own life and want you to become an immortal, rather than with a heart of resentment and want to curse you and suppress you here forever, I dare swear. "

The weasel was stunned at this.

"Yes." Two or three old people came out of the crowd. After kneeling down to the weasel, an old woman said, "my grandfather was the one who jumped the ironmaking pool at that time. He said that you saved them regardless of your life, and he could fight for your life."

"My grandfather said the same thing. He said it was his honor to do something for you. He had no regrets." Another old man said, "it's said that my grandmother was very supportive at that time. If it wasn't for the Taoist priest who said that as long as there were men, my grandmother would like to dance."

"My uncle said that as long as you can become immortal and live in this world, they will go through fire and water."

With the voice of the four old people falling, there was a moment of silence in the air.

Zhang chengling, the five poisons, looks at each other in astonishment. This

What's going on?

The weasel, floating in the air, blinked slowly and frowned.

"Daxian, there is a genealogy in my family, which records this. I can go and get it right away to prove that we really don't talk nonsense." A woman in the crowd raised her hand.

"My family also has it. When my grandfather jumped the ironmaking pool, it became the honor of our family. It was carved into stone books in our back hall."