Golden Stage

After the patient was admitted to the shrine, the village of Xishan returned to calm. Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen risked being chased and bitten by dogs in the village, sneaked into a family's yard, listened to the roots of the wall for a long time, and roughly pieced together the cause and effect. It is said that the patient contracted an incurable disease. People in the village think that this is an ominous sign, and they will hold a ceremony next to the river to ward off evil.

Fu Shen had a sore back, tired and sleepy, almost didn't squat, took a nap, and was taken full by Yan Xiaohan's hands. He simply walked away without labor and took him out of the village. The two returned to the city and asked the second child to ask for hot water and meals at the inn. After they were washed and fed, General Fu lay down on the bed to support his waist, and Master Yan sat down to the bed very consciously. He moved his legs to his lap and massaged him for relaxation.

"Do you think that 'evil disease' is a plague?" Fu Shen said, "If there is a plague, the villagers will be too peaceful. Once the plague spreads on a large scale, it will be light for a village to die."

"It's human nature to hide or not report," Yan Xiaohan rolled up his trousers and pressed a few points on his calf. "If you think about it, the magistrate here would not even report to the flood of white nights under the autumn night. The court, what would he do if he found a strange disease in the mountainous village that was suspected of being plagued? "

Fu Shen frowned. Yan Xiaohan said: "I would rather kill by mistake than let it go. Regardless of whether it is a plague or not, it will be forever extinguished. The villagers know that if the matter spreads, all the villagers will escape and die. Hide it and dare not report to the officer. "

Fu Shen patted the bed: "What kind of dog official is this?"

Yan Xiaohan laughed and said nothing.

Fu Shen glanced at him squintingly: "Oh, that's strange. Why don't you coquettish your petty child today?"

Yan Xiaohan was able to guess the local officials' thoughts, and estimated that he could not go upright. When Fu Shen said this before, he would inevitably be slightly stabbed, but this time it seemed like he had really put down the mustard for many years, and became quite straightforward and frank.

He smiled and said, "I'm going to poke again, can you stand it?"

Fu Shen seems to be building a solid city in his heart. He understands that he has all the love and tolerance of this person, which is enough for him to look down on all beings in this world. Once a person has confidence and snuggle, he will naturally stand tall and lift his head up.

"Violent ..." Fu Shen's thigh muscles tightened tightly. "Hey, where do you touch your hands?"

"Relax," Yan Xiaohan said with a good temper, "what are you doing so tightly? Keep your legs apart ... I'm not doing anything else, aren't your legs sour? Press for you."

Fu Shen left him frivolous and had nothing to say. He simply didn't see the heart and didn't bother, and closed his eyes and followed him. He slowly sorted out these days in his mind, first the murders in Central Beijing, and then the food tax reduction in Jingchu, Yan Xiaohan in the traditional Chinese medicine in Xishan Village, and the flood of autumn nights in Qifeng County ... This series The key point of the event. All fall on this "autumn night white".

The questions that need to be clarified now are: first, what secrets are hidden in Xishan Village; second, whether the reduction of Jing Chu's income is related to the flood of Qiu Yebai; and third, how did Qiu Yebai pass into Jing Chu? Is it artificial or grows naturally? Is this situation of blooming on autumn nights confined to Jingchu, or has it spread to other places?

At first Fu Shen only emerged on a whim. He wanted to accompany Yan Xiaohan to finish the errand in a low-key manner. However, he did not expect to go out to bump into a ghost and encounter such a bad thing. It made him want to stay out of it. He did n’t know it was a simple point. The child's back is still born toil.

Thinking about it, sleepiness gradually developed, and Fu Shen fell asleep without knowing it. Yan Xiaohan listened to his breathing gradually and evenly. Then he gently put his legs back on the bed and pulled the quilt to cover him. He was about to get up and leave to wash his hands, but he was still awake before he got up straight.

It wasn't completely awake, his eyes didn't open, and he was still in the mist, but he knew he was going to leave, and pulled out his hand under the quilt: "Where are you going?"

Yan Xiaohan shook his hand back into the quilt, a little wanting to laugh, and he felt soft and confused, leaned over and kissed him, said softly, "You sleep, I'll wash my hands."

After hearing this, Fu Shen closed her eyes again, but this time she did not fall asleep. After a while, the lights in the room went out, the curtains fell, and the rustling sound of rubbing was heard in the darkness, and then the bed beside him sank slightly, Yan Xiaohan turned over onto his bed and moved him gently into his arms. . Fu Shen closed his eyes and hooked the back of his hand with his fingertips. He heard Yan Xiaohan sigh in his ear and whisper, "You will wake up when a wind blows the grass, which is easy to hurt."

Body temperature and breath are the best hypnosis, Fu Shen's drowsiness is up again, and now Yan Xiaohan can't make noise in his ear. He rolled over, put his hands on Yan Xiaohan's waist, and patted twice in a hurry, saying vaguely, "Sleep."

Yan Xiaohan laughed. He said that this man was just like a child who was looking for A Niang with his eyes open. He pulled the quilt high, covering both shoulders, and whispered, "Well. Sleep."

In the early morning of the next day, the two went up to the back of Xishan Village again. They noticed that there was a woman who couldn't help wiping tears by the river. The women next to them stepped forward to comfort them. It was expected that it was the "Tian Chengjia" who wept and wept last night. Shen cultivated his spirit today, turning his burning fire stick in his hand, and said, "Keep her on, you can help if necessary, maybe you can tell a few truths."

Yan Xiaohan said, "Observe."

General Fu's burning stick almost flew out.

In the setting sun, weary birds return to the forest, and the villagers working in the fields return home one after another. Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen stood halfway up the mountain, just overlooking the whole village.

Just like the scene that night re-enacted, first a few lights were turned on in the direction of the ancestral hall, and then every family carried lanterns to go out, gradually converging into a light band, winding along the village path, facing the river. Come on.

By the light of the lantern, one could see a float in the crowd, and there was a man in white in the car who did not know how to live or die. This scene made Yan Xiao cold and took a cold back, remembering what he saw in the temple that day. Strange, funeral-like procession.

There was a sudden warmth from the back of his hand, and Fu Shen took his hand, seemingly casually saying, "Don't be afraid."

That night, a single man broke into the depths of the village alone, took him out of the nightmare, and brought him a gentle dream.

Yan Xiaohan quietly backhanded, intertwined with his fingers: "Well. Not afraid."

Fu Shen took a breath with a toothache. The two had done so many intimate things, but he was stunned by the same way the children held hands. However, for some reason, he didn't get rid of it. He just let Yan Xiaohan pull it, until the villagers came to the river, put the float on the riverside open space, and set off a melon and fruit offering.

A gray-bearded tribe came out of the crowd, first solemnly stroking three heads towards the rushing river water, and then tremblingly pulled out a yellow charm from his sleeve, recited a spell, and put the yellow charm on the incense candle. ignite. When the rune turned into a fly ash, he rang the bell in his hand and began to pray loudly. Fu Shen heard an ear vaguely, and the congratulation seemed to be asking a party to lift up his sacred hand, save the sinner, and bless the village with good weather and no plague.

Fu Shen said sternly: "This dynasty had long ago sacrifice the Hebo sacrifice and changed to worship the water officials and the dragon king. Why did these fools dare to fill people with rivers?"

He was talking about the old custom of the former dynasty. In the past, when people encountered rain and flood, people thought that Hebo was angry and needed sacrifices to calm it down. Better to use pigs, sheep, and livestock, and even more, to sacrifice virgin boys or beautiful girls, countless innocent women and children have died for this. At the beginning of the national dynasty, Tai ’s ancestors ordered the old customs to be abolished, Hebo temples in various places were overthrown, live worship was forbidden, and the culture was new.

Who would have thought that today, a hundred years later, the nightmare is recurring and the old things are repeating themselves.

Yan Xiaohan held him: "Wait, don't worry. He Bo only regulates the weather, he never heard of the plague. And it is said that the ancient sacrifices were made of virgins and boys, and the man on the float looked like a man "It may not be the sacrifice of He Bo, just wait and see what happens next, and see what he will do next."

When the old man chanted his congratulations, the two tightly wrapped men lifted the white man from the float and tied a large stone to his chest and abdomen. Suddenly, the woman standing in the crowd made a heartbreaking cry, ignoring the crowd, and rushed to fight with the two: "... let me die! Let me die for him!"

The village chief motioned for a few women to step forward and drag her away. The woman was paralyzed, crying and cursing at Voldemort. All the villagers seemed to be deaf, and the two men lifted up the man in white and plunged into the torrential river. "Believe to send the true immortal", everyone knelt down and knelt on the ground, nodding dutifully towards the river.

With deep eyes like water, Fu Shen could even see that person was constantly struggling with his hands and feet when he could see the man being thrown into the river. He whispered, "This river merges into the small lake behind the Fox Fairy Temple. Look for it there, maybe there is still a rescue, go."

Yan Xiaohan said, "My husband is dead, and his wife may not be able to survive tonight. I will go to the lake to catch someone. If you follow her, we must have a living witness in our hands."

Fu Shen groaned for a moment, and seemed uneasy at that. Yan Xiaohan knew what he was worrying about, and relieved: "Rest assured that I am OK, I must protect myself first in case of any accident, and do not take risks for a stranger."

"Be careful. I couldn't help the second time with the thunderbolt of the last time," Fu Shen found the Yan Xiaohan who had tried to take the knife from the disability into his arms, and said, "I Take the woman to the Fox Fairy Temple in a moment. "

Yan Xiaohan took the knife, turned around in his fingers playing with flowers, turned on his horse, smiled in the wind, his face seemed to glow in the dark night: "Okay, see you at Fox Fairy Temple."

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