[BL, MTL] Lamb Trap (Unlimited Flow)

Chapter 51: Mud Buddha (3)

On the other side, the ceremony is still going on.

The high platform was built overnight with wooden boards, bricks and mud. It was very simple, but the villagers who participated in the worship of the river god had bright eyes and were fully immersed in the spiritual cleansing.

The more remote the place, the more you believe in the gods, the more incredible things you can do for the gods; the more catastrophic the disaster, the more you will see blood, as if this is enough to show piety and fanaticism. The altar is filled with cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks funded by various families, some are live, some have been bled, and some are dead poultry and cooked dishes. And these were all tools of livelihood that the villagers were reluctant to touch not long ago.

On the altar, someone is singing a congratulatory speech.

"First, please the gods, come the living animals!"

"Second, please the gods, come the dead animals!"

The villagers below also began to sing along, trying to reach the heavens, so that the gods they believed in could hear their prayers for protection. Whether they believe in the river god or the Bodhisattva, almost all the villagers sincerely believe in the gods. Gods are too important to this closed mountain.

One sound, one sound, hazy by the rain, resounded in the valley. This is where human beings are ignorant and moving.

"Three invitations to the gods, the god of the river is favored, and the sacrifices come!"

With the roar of the singer, the villagers actually pushed a person up. The other party was tied up, and Lin Huaisheng recognized that it was Wang Yang who had fought Sui Lin with a hoe before.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, crackling and hitting people's faces sorely, singing Zhuren became more and more ecstatic, urging even louder: "Human sacrifices come! Human sacrifices come!"

Lin Huaisheng and the river god suppressed their expressions together.

The God of the River said: "I don't accept human sacrifices as sacrifices."

Immediately, the God of the River sighed almost mockingly: "But I feel faith, a lot... People are really terrifying existences. They create gods and make you and me , but you and I may just be ghosts for them to realize their wishes."

Lin Huaisheng said, "Save people first."

On the other side, the villagers headed by Chang Zhuren are pressing the bound Wang Yang: "Hand over the gold!"

"Yeah, hand over the gold statue! Is that something from your family? It's from the whole village." "

Your greedy thing, your whole family will suffer retribution, don't you believe? This is fate."

Wang Yang, who was escorted into a kneeling posture, raised his head when he heard the words, revealing a pair of unruly and hostile red eyes, He looked as if he had something to say, and the person who sang the wish just waited silently. He also thought that Wang Yang would definitely say something, such as begging for mercy.

But Wang Yang spat, sprayed it directly on the other person's face, and then laughed. The laughter quickly died down, and several people pushed him to the ground, punched and kicked him, his limbs were bound, and the young man was like hammered meat on a chopping board. No matter how he treated Sui Lin before, he is treated the same way now.

In the majestic heavy rain, a burst of thunder that was almost deafening hit the altar's altar, and everyone saw the blue-purple fire in an instant.

The beating of Wang Yang stopped, and the villagers looked at each other in blank dismay. One of them expressed everyone's panic:

"God sent heaven to punish..."

But he was immediately refuted severely by the singer.

"Impossible! The River God has heard our call, and this rain is a blessing for us. You, you, and you," the leader directly pointed out those who were hesitant and wanted to retreat, with angry eyes "Do you want to rebel!"

The villagers who were accused immediately shrank their necks. This person has a high status in the village, and they dare not make mistakes. However, since the theory of gods and ghosts is deeply rooted in the minds of these people, how could they not be afraid of the thunder just now? For a while, no one dared to do anything to Wang Yang on the ground, so they didn't realize that Wang Yang's body was already covered with an invisible film, like a thin cicada robe, but it was the indestructible protection of the Bodhisattva.

The rain had stopped falling on him, Wang Yang was startled, but he felt that who would protect him.

The scene was stalemate for a while, and the people on the stage tried their best to continue the ceremony, and tortured Wang Yang again to ask the whereabouts of the gold. But the second thunder fell again without warning.

This time, it didn't give everyone any time to react, it only heard a bang, and something was broken, and when it opened its eyes, there was a fierce fire in front of it. The fire engulfed the singer, ate his flesh, swallowed the screams he didn't even have time to utter, quickly engulfed him, and spread around the altar.

There was an extremely weird silence for a moment, and then the crowd broke out in a terrified riot. "Ah-!" There were those who fled and those who rescued others, but the latter were also brutally gnawed by the sky fire immediately, and many people were burned next to each other, like human flesh being roasted on skewers.

The God of the River looked sideways, and Lin Huaisheng frowned and quickly retorted, "It's not me." The

God of the River immediately said, "Of course, a Bodhisattva is kind-hearted." The

God of the River said it wasn't him either. The situation was critical, and the two gods stopped talking and came to the rescue separately. Lin Huaisheng rescued Wang Yang and other villagers who were still on the stage, while the river god cast a spell to extinguish the sky fire.

The two gods appeared in front of the villagers at the same time, and the crowd became even more turbulent and frightened.

Sui Lin, who didn't know where she was at first, opened her eyes wide and rushed out when she saw Bodhisattva. Everyone else is avoiding Lei Huo and the gods, but he is the only brat whose blood boils. Therefore, he immediately came to Lin Huaisheng's side.

In a hurry, Lin Huaisheng didn't exchange greetings with Sui Lin, but only said: "Help him up." The

devout took Lin Huaisheng's words like an imperial edict, and they were not afraid of cutting their bodies, so they immediately loosened Wang Yang's rope , pulling people up from the ground. The two people who used to have such a strong smell of gunpowder that they fought, now coexist in a rather dramatic way. At this time, Wang Yang's companion also ran out to help him. After staggering two steps, Wang Yang stood up straight, with his lips tightly pressed together, and after glancing at Lin Huaisheng, he only stared at the blazing ominous fire on the stage.

Lei Huo was finally suppressed, and there was only the still heavy rain, and a few scorched and indistinguishable wreckage on the platform.

The fact that such a good festival ended like this made the villagers even more frightened. They worshiped the Bodhisattva before, and they knew what the Bodhisattva looked like, so they were terrified at this new god on the stage that they had never seen before. After one person knelt down to the river god, others prostrated themselves on the ground one after another, shouting for mercy.

"My lord, please spare me!"

"My lord, please spare my life!" The

river god didn't care about these human beings who bowed to him, but only looked at Lin Huaisheng, and seemed to be speaking to him alone.

"There's something wrong with this thunder and fire." The

river god controlled the water, but in the end he failed to save those villagers, and things gradually became weird.

Lin Huaisheng replied: "I know."

Everyone saw that the Bodhisattva's bare feet touched the toes, and the next moment he arrived on the altar, standing shoulder to shoulder with another god.

Lin Huaisheng leaned over and reached out to the charred corpse. The pure white fingertips of the Bodhisattva have not even rubbed the ashes of the incense offered to him by himself. It is hard to imagine that such a hand will touch other filth, let alone his fingertips may leave the protection of the umbrella during the period. The River God frowned unconsciously. He wanted to remind or interrupt the bodhisattva, but the latter came first.

Someone took the umbrella from Lin Huaisheng's hand and held the umbrella for him. The brief touch of the hot palm in the freezing rain was particularly memorable. Lin Huaisheng turned his head and saw Sui Lin following him unconsciously. He was tall and Lin Huaisheng had bowed down again. When he got down on the body, it seemed that his eyes were so sincere and sincere, full of only pretending to be a Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva looked at him. At this moment, the man only pursed his lips in a slightly dull manner to conceal his nervousness. He didn't reveal any pious heart to the Bodhisattva, but only held the umbrella firmly, letting the Bodhisattva stand on the umbrella. Inside, he's outside the umbrella.

Lin Huaisheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled at the visitor.

The Bodhisattva turned around, and the tall young man in the mountain village imitated the Bodhisattva's smile clumsily.

Lin Huaisheng stretched out his hand again, this time the oil-paper umbrella covered him very securely. As soon as his fingertips touched the scorched corpse, he smashed off a piece of debris, and then, the whole corpse turned into smoke and dust in an instant, and was heavy with rain, falling to the ground as trampling dust.

In a very short period of time, these few people who were originally alive have become like this. The fire of the sky thunder is indeed terrifying and unknown. Lin Huaisheng tried to compare, and believed that the power contained in it was definitely not something that a Bodhisattva made of clay could compete with. So even though River God denied that he did it, in Lin Huaisheng's heart, the other party's suspicion is still very serious.

Thinking in his heart, Lin Huaisheng went to see the God of the River. I saw that the god was looking at them from the side, his expression was cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking. This newly born new god has already shown various expressions in front of Lin Huaisheng.

Later, for some reason, Wang Yang was also helped up by his companion. There are different thoughts on the stage, and different voices in the audience, making a mess in this dark rainy day.

At some point, the noisy voice gradually became rustling and quieter. A young man was elected by the villagers below as a representative to talk to the two gods, or more precisely, to talk to them. Dialogue with the currently enshrined river god.

The young man looked up slightly, but his eyes were very humble and only fell on the boots of the River God, and he said loudly: "Lord River God, I am Li Qingming, and on behalf of the fathers and villagers behind me, I would like to express our most sincere and fearful respect. We are already very excited that you can show up. The village has always been sincere and never made a big mistake. If there is something that makes you angry, it may be that everyone has violated your taboo unintentionally. Anyway, here and You make amends." The words of

this man raised the River God so high, but he also thought in his heart that the fire of the sky thunder was the punishment of the River God.

Sure enough, after hearing this, the God of the River was not flattered by the touts, but glanced at all the so-called followers of him in the audience. No one dared to respond to the gaze of the gods. These human beings worshiped the gods, but they also had infinite fear of the gods.

When Lin Huaisheng heard the God of the River laugh, it seemed to be sarcasm, but instead of clarifying that this incident was not done by him as he did to Lin Huaisheng, he asked arrogantly: "Apologize? What can you pay for?"



The man named Li Qingming replied: "Please allow me to go up to the stage." The river god allowed him.

After Li Qingming came to the stage, there were exactly six people on the stage, devout believers, ghosts, villains, passers-by, maybe all of them arrived one by one.

Li Qingming pointed to Wang Yang, who was beside him, and said, "There is a golden statue of a god in this man's house. We are willing to recast it for the god and offer it to your temple."

For a while, the other two young men on the stage People-whether Wang Yang or Sui Lin, they look like they can't wait for Li Qingming to be burned to death by the fire of the thunder just now, and his bones will be blown to ashes.

However, Li Qingming had expected it a long time ago, and before the two of them approached, he had already made the most grandiose statement: "Wang Yang, that golden statue was only temporarily kept by your father at that time. , The savings accumulated from generation to generation are not your family's. Besides, didn't your father agree to destroy and reshape the statue and dedicate it to Lord Shenhe?"

"I know, something happened to Uncle Wang, and your heart It's hard, I hate us, but I shouldn't forget your father's original intention."

Wang Yang smiled bitterly and said: "The original intention of killing my father?"

Li Qingming ignored it and only replied: "This is already the original intention. It 's decided."

This also blocked Sui Rin's mouth.

There was only one person left on the scene who was still out of the situation, and the young man from the countryside beside Wang Yang asked loudly: "What statue...why do you want to reshape it?"

Holding an umbrella, Lin Huaisheng, who had seldom spoken just now, suddenly said softly: " Because that golden statue was originally made of me."

After Lin Huaisheng finished speaking, everyone looked at him, including Li Qingming who seemed to have deliberately ignored him before.

But Lin Huaisheng remembered him. The one brought a big bag of red plastic bags filled with incense, pulled out other people's, insisted on their own, and then at this moment gave others the original golden statue that belonged to Lin Huaisheng.