Chapter 170
Chapter 170
Chapter 170
After the convoy stopped.
The workers of the chamber of commerce packed up their tools and went up to Dayou Mountain.
They will stay in it for more than a month, harvesting medicinal materials.
Then the team will pull them back to the chamber of commerce, and then sell them in batches.
As for Zhao Yezhen and Deng Li, they naturally stayed in Wangjiang and waited for them to come back.
So, the four of them found a restaurant and ordered a table of dishes to deal with their rumbling stomachs first.
There were not many people in the restaurant, but Xiao Er was extremely enthusiastic and invited everyone to sit down.
After ordering, Zhao Yezun stopped Xiao Er who was about to leave, and asked, "Man, it's time for the Water Dragon Festival, why is there no festive atmosphere in this city at all?"
When Xiaoer heard this, his expression changed, and he sighed,
"Guest officer, are you here for the Water Dragon Festival?"
"If this is the case, you may end up disappointed."
"There is no Water Dragon Festival this year, and there will be none in the future, alas..."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhao Yezhen to ask carefully, he turned and left.
Zhao Yezhen frowned, and looked at Jiangnan: "Master, your trip this time may be wasted."
Jiang Nan waved his hand, "Unexpected, but also impossible."
After drinking and eating, the four of them were paying the bill and preparing to leave.
The potbellied shopkeeper came to the table, "Four guests, how many of you are from other places?"
Zhao Yezhen nodded.
"Guest officer, just now I heard Dunzi say that you guys are asking about the Water Dragon Festival."
The shopkeeper of the restaurant lowered his voice, "If you are here for this purpose, I advise you to leave as soon as possible."
"If you hear any gossip, don't comment too much."
"These days, quite a few outsiders have been sent to jail because of their quick tongue!"
Hearing his words, Jiang Nan became interested. He is a member of the imperial court himself, and he is also extremely sensitive to this aspect.
"Shopkeeper, what do you mean by that? Is the imperial court still instituting a literary prison?"
The shopkeeper sighed, "I don't know if the imperial court is prosperous or not. But the border of Wangjiang does not allow people to talk nonsense."
Zhao Yezhen frowned, and cupped his hands: "Shopkeeper, don't play charades, what happened?"
The shopkeeper's face turned bitter, he hesitated to speak.
Zhao Yezhen had been wandering around the rivers and lakes for many years, so he naturally understood the meaning.
He took out a piece of silver money from his sleeve robe and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand.
When the shopkeeper saw it, his eyes widened.
After struggling for a while, he said: "People die for money, birds die for food, that's all, you guys come with me!"
After finishing speaking, he took the four of them upstairs to the Accord, and closed the doors and windows.
Then he said in a low voice: "Guys, I'm done talking here. Don't spread the word. It's best to leave immediately. Now Wangjiang has become a place of right and wrong."
All four nodded.
Then the shopkeeper said: "Since you guys are here for the Water Dragon Festival, you should know the legend of the Water Dragon Festival."
"And Wangjiang's recent misfortune is related to this legend."
"Two months ago, the people were trying to row the long boat to prepare for the Water Dragon Festival."
"That was the day when the entire Ningjiang River was boiling. The legendary god of the river woke up!"
"It engulfed all the people on the river. It hangs high in the sky, its eyes are like a big sun, thunder is growing from its back, and its three heads are ferocious. It is extremely terrifying!"
"Because it doesn't like people rowing boats on the Ningjiang River, the Water Dragon Festival has to be stopped."
After he finished speaking, Zhao Yechen had a shocked look on his face.
Although he knew the legend of the God of the River, he even told Jiang Nan that he had heard it.
But he always thought that it was a fabricated theory that three people became tigers.
But never seriously.
But the three people in Jiangnan frowned.
Out of the intuition of the cultivators, they immediately realized that this should be caused by some monsters.
Listening to what the shopkeeper said just now, it turns out that some people have already died in the mouth of Jiaolong.
Jiang Nan asked, "Boss, since the so-called God of Brother Jiang killed someone, why didn't he inform the court?"
Throughout the ages, the history of monsters is even longer than humanity.
They can be seen everywhere in Shangyuan.
And Daxia is extremely taboo towards monsters.
In Zhongzhou, there are only three options for monsters.
One is to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, so as not to come out to harm others, so Da Xia will naturally not spend his troops to attack.
Second, even if some transformed monsters hide in the marketplace, they can't kill people.
Third, as the spiritual servants of some cultivators.
But no matter which one, it is an insurmountable red line not to harm the people of Liming.
Once violated, what awaits is the thunder and anger of the imperial court.
Logically speaking, the flood dragon in Ningjiang has already killed people.
The government should notify upwards at all levels, and first Youzhou or ten-level administrative regions should send cultivators to kill them.
If the monster is too powerful, it will be Xiuyifu's turn to play.
—they do it just for that.
In short, in the territory of Great Xia, no matter whether it is a dragon or a tiger, a demon or a demon, they all have to be coiled.
It is a dream to kill people and suck blood like in ancient times.
However, the Wangjiang County government let it go.
More than two months have passed, and the court does not seem to have received any news.
Hearing Jiangnan's question, the shopkeeper shook his head in disdain, "Guest officer, you are thinking too much."
"The magistrate of the county has announced that the god of the river is conferred by the imperial court, and his name is orthodox. Why should he report to an official?"
Hearing this, Jiang Nan slowly raised a question mark.
Will the imperial court canonize monsters as gods?
I'm afraid it's too idiotic!
Da Xia has always been domineering, disrespecting heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, and only following the human way.
Not to mention monsters, even the land of the orthodox mountain gods that was sealed by the heavens at the beginning had to hide in the wilderness underground, not daring to probe.
"Shopkeeper, Wangjiang County Magistrate really said that?" Jiang Nan's voice had already taken on a bit of sternness.
"really!"
The shopkeeper took out a notice from the cabinet door of the room, on which was the seal of Wangjiang County Grandpa.
It probably means that the god in the river is a god canonized by the imperial court, and the people should respect and respect him, and should not be profane.
The shopkeeper put away the notice, and said, "This matter is not bad, but the Water Dragon Festival is stopped. But there is one more thing - the guest officials must not talk about it, otherwise it will be jailed, and the worst will be No head is guaranteed!"
"Oh?"
Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes. In his opinion, it is already a treasonous act for Wangjiang county magistrate to use the name of the imperial court to canonize the gods without caring about the common people.
According to what the shopkeeper said, there are more situations?
"This matter is—Jiang Ji!"
Even in a room without outsiders, the shopkeeper's voice trembled when he mentioned these two words.
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help being taken aback.
At this time, the sound of bells and drums sounded outside.
Hearing this voice, the shopkeeper trembled all over, and sighed: "Let the guest officials go and see for themselves!"
After all, he repeatedly told them not to make any noise, and then opened the window.
Outside the window, a large ship was sailing slowly on the mighty Ningjiang River.
On the boat, a pair of boys about six or seven years old were being tied up on the deck by Wuhuada.
They wore extremely beautiful flowered clothes, but their little faces were full of fear.
There is no other reason, it is precisely because beside the two boys, groups of fish-headed monsters are singing and dancing!
They held the black crosses in their hands, and kept gesticulating the black crosses in front of the two boys, making ear-piercing whistling noises.
On the bank of the river, a pair of white-haired old men with patches all over their bodies seemed to be the family members of the two boys.
They hunched over and hit their heads on the ground, their faces were covered with dust and scabs of blood, and their mournful cries echoed.
It is mixed with the sound of festive bells and drums on the big ship.
The scene is weird and terrifying.
The shopkeeper closed his eyes in pain, and sighed: "God Ning Jiang woke up, but he wanted to collect life sacrifices. On the seventh day of every ten days, he had to eat a pair of boys to keep the wind and rain in order. This is Jiang Ji."
"In the past two months, more than two hands of children have made life sacrifices."
"A sin..."
Both Zhao Yezhen and Deng Li were stunned.
They are all people who have traveled far and wide and seen the world.
But they never thought that there would be such an ugly and cruel life sacrifice in Daxia today!
The shopkeeper turned his head away, and even showed a look of unbearable,
"The fish god will bleed out the boy later and throw him into the river."
"You guys should not read it any more, and don't make too many comments, otherwise your lives will be in danger..."
(End of this chapter)
After the convoy stopped.
The workers of the chamber of commerce packed up their tools and went up to Dayou Mountain.
They will stay in it for more than a month, harvesting medicinal materials.
Then the team will pull them back to the chamber of commerce, and then sell them in batches.
As for Zhao Yezhen and Deng Li, they naturally stayed in Wangjiang and waited for them to come back.
So, the four of them found a restaurant and ordered a table of dishes to deal with their rumbling stomachs first.
There were not many people in the restaurant, but Xiao Er was extremely enthusiastic and invited everyone to sit down.
After ordering, Zhao Yezun stopped Xiao Er who was about to leave, and asked, "Man, it's time for the Water Dragon Festival, why is there no festive atmosphere in this city at all?"
When Xiaoer heard this, his expression changed, and he sighed,
"Guest officer, are you here for the Water Dragon Festival?"
"If this is the case, you may end up disappointed."
"There is no Water Dragon Festival this year, and there will be none in the future, alas..."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Zhao Yezhen to ask carefully, he turned and left.
Zhao Yezhen frowned, and looked at Jiangnan: "Master, your trip this time may be wasted."
Jiang Nan waved his hand, "Unexpected, but also impossible."
After drinking and eating, the four of them were paying the bill and preparing to leave.
The potbellied shopkeeper came to the table, "Four guests, how many of you are from other places?"
Zhao Yezhen nodded.
"Guest officer, just now I heard Dunzi say that you guys are asking about the Water Dragon Festival."
The shopkeeper of the restaurant lowered his voice, "If you are here for this purpose, I advise you to leave as soon as possible."
"If you hear any gossip, don't comment too much."
"These days, quite a few outsiders have been sent to jail because of their quick tongue!"
Hearing his words, Jiang Nan became interested. He is a member of the imperial court himself, and he is also extremely sensitive to this aspect.
"Shopkeeper, what do you mean by that? Is the imperial court still instituting a literary prison?"
The shopkeeper sighed, "I don't know if the imperial court is prosperous or not. But the border of Wangjiang does not allow people to talk nonsense."
Zhao Yezhen frowned, and cupped his hands: "Shopkeeper, don't play charades, what happened?"
The shopkeeper's face turned bitter, he hesitated to speak.
Zhao Yezhen had been wandering around the rivers and lakes for many years, so he naturally understood the meaning.
He took out a piece of silver money from his sleeve robe and stuffed it into the shopkeeper's hand.
When the shopkeeper saw it, his eyes widened.
After struggling for a while, he said: "People die for money, birds die for food, that's all, you guys come with me!"
After finishing speaking, he took the four of them upstairs to the Accord, and closed the doors and windows.
Then he said in a low voice: "Guys, I'm done talking here. Don't spread the word. It's best to leave immediately. Now Wangjiang has become a place of right and wrong."
All four nodded.
Then the shopkeeper said: "Since you guys are here for the Water Dragon Festival, you should know the legend of the Water Dragon Festival."
"And Wangjiang's recent misfortune is related to this legend."
"Two months ago, the people were trying to row the long boat to prepare for the Water Dragon Festival."
"That was the day when the entire Ningjiang River was boiling. The legendary god of the river woke up!"
"It engulfed all the people on the river. It hangs high in the sky, its eyes are like a big sun, thunder is growing from its back, and its three heads are ferocious. It is extremely terrifying!"
"Because it doesn't like people rowing boats on the Ningjiang River, the Water Dragon Festival has to be stopped."
After he finished speaking, Zhao Yechen had a shocked look on his face.
Although he knew the legend of the God of the River, he even told Jiang Nan that he had heard it.
But he always thought that it was a fabricated theory that three people became tigers.
But never seriously.
But the three people in Jiangnan frowned.
Out of the intuition of the cultivators, they immediately realized that this should be caused by some monsters.
Listening to what the shopkeeper said just now, it turns out that some people have already died in the mouth of Jiaolong.
Jiang Nan asked, "Boss, since the so-called God of Brother Jiang killed someone, why didn't he inform the court?"
Throughout the ages, the history of monsters is even longer than humanity.
They can be seen everywhere in Shangyuan.
And Daxia is extremely taboo towards monsters.
In Zhongzhou, there are only three options for monsters.
One is to hide in the deep mountains and old forests, so as not to come out to harm others, so Da Xia will naturally not spend his troops to attack.
Second, even if some transformed monsters hide in the marketplace, they can't kill people.
Third, as the spiritual servants of some cultivators.
But no matter which one, it is an insurmountable red line not to harm the people of Liming.
Once violated, what awaits is the thunder and anger of the imperial court.
Logically speaking, the flood dragon in Ningjiang has already killed people.
The government should notify upwards at all levels, and first Youzhou or ten-level administrative regions should send cultivators to kill them.
If the monster is too powerful, it will be Xiuyifu's turn to play.
—they do it just for that.
In short, in the territory of Great Xia, no matter whether it is a dragon or a tiger, a demon or a demon, they all have to be coiled.
It is a dream to kill people and suck blood like in ancient times.
However, the Wangjiang County government let it go.
More than two months have passed, and the court does not seem to have received any news.
Hearing Jiangnan's question, the shopkeeper shook his head in disdain, "Guest officer, you are thinking too much."
"The magistrate of the county has announced that the god of the river is conferred by the imperial court, and his name is orthodox. Why should he report to an official?"
Hearing this, Jiang Nan slowly raised a question mark.
Will the imperial court canonize monsters as gods?
I'm afraid it's too idiotic!
Da Xia has always been domineering, disrespecting heaven and earth, ghosts and gods, and only following the human way.
Not to mention monsters, even the land of the orthodox mountain gods that was sealed by the heavens at the beginning had to hide in the wilderness underground, not daring to probe.
"Shopkeeper, Wangjiang County Magistrate really said that?" Jiang Nan's voice had already taken on a bit of sternness.
"really!"
The shopkeeper took out a notice from the cabinet door of the room, on which was the seal of Wangjiang County Grandpa.
It probably means that the god in the river is a god canonized by the imperial court, and the people should respect and respect him, and should not be profane.
The shopkeeper put away the notice, and said, "This matter is not bad, but the Water Dragon Festival is stopped. But there is one more thing - the guest officials must not talk about it, otherwise it will be jailed, and the worst will be No head is guaranteed!"
"Oh?"
Jiang Nan narrowed his eyes. In his opinion, it is already a treasonous act for Wangjiang county magistrate to use the name of the imperial court to canonize the gods without caring about the common people.
According to what the shopkeeper said, there are more situations?
"This matter is—Jiang Ji!"
Even in a room without outsiders, the shopkeeper's voice trembled when he mentioned these two words.
When everyone heard this, they couldn't help being taken aback.
At this time, the sound of bells and drums sounded outside.
Hearing this voice, the shopkeeper trembled all over, and sighed: "Let the guest officials go and see for themselves!"
After all, he repeatedly told them not to make any noise, and then opened the window.
Outside the window, a large ship was sailing slowly on the mighty Ningjiang River.
On the boat, a pair of boys about six or seven years old were being tied up on the deck by Wuhuada.
They wore extremely beautiful flowered clothes, but their little faces were full of fear.
There is no other reason, it is precisely because beside the two boys, groups of fish-headed monsters are singing and dancing!
They held the black crosses in their hands, and kept gesticulating the black crosses in front of the two boys, making ear-piercing whistling noises.
On the bank of the river, a pair of white-haired old men with patches all over their bodies seemed to be the family members of the two boys.
They hunched over and hit their heads on the ground, their faces were covered with dust and scabs of blood, and their mournful cries echoed.
It is mixed with the sound of festive bells and drums on the big ship.
The scene is weird and terrifying.
The shopkeeper closed his eyes in pain, and sighed: "God Ning Jiang woke up, but he wanted to collect life sacrifices. On the seventh day of every ten days, he had to eat a pair of boys to keep the wind and rain in order. This is Jiang Ji."
"In the past two months, more than two hands of children have made life sacrifices."
"A sin..."
Both Zhao Yezhen and Deng Li were stunned.
They are all people who have traveled far and wide and seen the world.
But they never thought that there would be such an ugly and cruel life sacrifice in Daxia today!
The shopkeeper turned his head away, and even showed a look of unbearable,
"The fish god will bleed out the boy later and throw him into the river."
"You guys should not read it any more, and don't make too many comments, otherwise your lives will be in danger..."
(End of this chapter)