Just a quick calculation, you are a fugitive!

When Su Chen and Zhao Dongsheng were talking, Zhang Ming was listening attentively.

When he heard that they were going to Qingshan Village, his eyes lit up, and he quickly took a step without making a sound: "Let's go."

As he walked, he asked: "Captain Lin, are you coming with us?"

Lin Jingchun laughed dryly: "No, no, we... still need to wait for the informant."

Bullshit informant.

But they are all from the police force, and everyone has already understood it.

Zhang Ming raised his hand and waved: "Come to my place for tea when you have time."

Seeing Zhang Ming and the others leave, Lin Jingchun looked at Su Chen.

"Master..."

"Go."

Lin Jingchun's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly: "Then we'll go first."

Zhao Dongsheng watched Lin Jingchun and A Ming go down the mountain, and couldn't help scratching his head in confusion.

This captain Lin, going up and down the mountain, what is he doing?

When he raised his head, he met Su Chen's clear eyes.

"We didn't see them today."

"...Ah?"

Zhao Dongsheng was stunned for a moment, and finally reacted: "Oh, I understand."

"Let's go."

After dealing with the evil spirit on the mountainside, Su Chen was no longer in a hurry to travel.

Seeing some unfamiliar plants on the roadside, he observed them with interest, picked some leaves and tasted them before continuing.

Zhao Dongsheng's eyes were also sharp. He could always find some wild fruits in the small shrubs around, such as wild kumquats and black rice... The former was sweet and sour, and the latter tasted black, as if poisoned.

Su Chen also ate a few, and the taste was not bad.

"I didn't expect there were still these things on Longshan Mountain. If it were in my hometown, they would probably be picked up in October. In the past, my parents, uncles and aunts would go up the mountain to chop firewood and always bring some back for us."

Thinking of Zhao Dongsheng, he sighed.

"They are old now, not to mention going up the mountain, when it rains, their whole body aches."

"Rheumatism."

"Well, I took them to see a doctor. In the early years, there was no thick clothes to wear, and they had to go to the sea and work in the fields. Isn't it rheumatism? I have seen so many doctors, but none of them are good. I bought ointments for them to apply, but they were too expensive to bear..."

Su Chen smiled: "I will make some medicinal wine later, you can take it back and give it to them to drink, it should be able to relieve the pain."

"Really? Thank you so much, Master."

"No, I can also use it for my family, by the way."

With this idea, Su Chen deliberately began to look for usable herbs on the way. Zhao Dongsheng saw that he had collected a lot, so he took out the knife tied to his calf, cut thin bamboo and cut bamboo strips, and quickly wove a basket.

"Master, the shape is not very good, but it should be usable, right?"

Su Chen gave a thumbs up.

When the two of them wandered to Qingshan Village, Zhang Ming and his men had already walked through most of the village.

Unfortunately, after asking around with the poppy fruit, everyone shook their heads, and some even took the fruit and looked at it carefully, asking what the fruit was for.

What was it for?

It can make us face the hail of bullets.

Zhang Ming was a little disappointed, and then he saw Zhao Dongsheng carrying a big basket and accompanying Su Chen to the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village.

The banyan tree was at least a hundred years old, and its diameter looked about three meters. The branches extended outward, covering the entire land temple next to it.

Zhang Ming asked people to continue asking, and he trotted over.

"Old Zhao, why did you come so late?"

Zhao Dongsheng leaned over and showed him the basket full of herbs, grinning: "Master picked some on the way, so it's late."

"Your mouth..."

"Hey, it's for black rice."

Zhang Ming held his forehead: "How old are you? You still eat this stuff."

"What do you care about me!"

Zhao Dongsheng pointed to the other end of the village: "Captain Zhang, did you find out the result?"

Zhang Ming shook his head.

"If you ask me, these old people probably don't know. Some of them have never been to the city in their lives, let alone understand this. Ask if there are any young people who go out to work, or come back illegally."

Zhang Ming rolled his eyes: "Do you need to tell me? I asked, but there are none."

"Okay, Captain Zhang, you are experienced, I won't talk nonsense, I'll just follow the master."

The two looked at Su Chen and saw him squinting and looking up at the branch of the banyan tree, where a large branch was broken with naked eyes.

"Just now I heard from the old people in the village that there was a sudden thunderstorm a few months ago, and this banyan tree was struck, and a branch fell down."

Zhang Ming sighed: "I think this tree may not survive."

"Not survive? How is it possible? Aren't these leaves all green?"

Zhang Ming looked at him like an idiot: "You see it is green, but it will probably turn yellow after a while."

"When I went to the countryside to work in the production team, there was also a big banyan tree in the village. It was struck by thunder and rain. The branches that fell were smaller than this one. We all thought it was fine, but after half a year, it suddenly dried up."

Zhao Dongsheng scratched his head: "I thought that as long as the tree was not cut down or burned, and not eaten by insects, it would generally be fine."

"How is it possible? Look at bamboo, as long as it blooms, it will wither and die, and trees will die when they reach a certain age."

As soon as the voice fell, the two heard Su Chen say: "No, they will experience disasters, and only after they survive, can they continue to live."

The two looked together and saw Su Chen raised his hand and touched the tree trunk lying horizontally above his head.

His eyes fell on the burning incense, his eyes full of surprise.

This world is indeed different.

It is clear that the banyan tree cannot survive this disaster. In his sight, although the banyan tree is lush and green, it is also full of death.

But it was this incense stick that had its fragrance seeping into the tree trunk, and it actually produced a little green in the middle. The green was clearly growing, and Su Chen believed that it would definitely break out of the tree trunk and be reborn next year.

It was really magical.

The faith in this world seemed to be quite powerful.

Just one stick of incense stick could do this.

The Land God Temple...

Su Chen entered the Land God Temple.

The temple was deserted, and there were many incense sticks in the incense burner, much more than in front of the banyan tree, but the statues of the God of Land and the Goddess of Land stood there, but he could not feel the breath of the gods at all.

Su Chen frowned.

There were land gods everywhere in Cuicheng, and they were even more common than Zi Gu. How come there were no gods to feel in one or two of them?

There was also a land god shrine in Niuwei Village, just beside the mountain road to the town. Su Chen would carefully sense it when he passed by these few days, but he found nothing.

Could it be that there were too many land god shrines? The land god would not come easily?

Or would the orthodox gods not easily attach themselves to the statues?

Or... only sincere faith can get the favor of the gods?

After all, from the original owner's memory, Su Chen also knew that although most villagers worshipped the land, they had already regarded it as a task. They worshipped during festivals, but they were very perfunctory.

The original owner was like this, lit incense, worshipped three times and left, and the original owner didn't even see the image of the land clearly every time.

But... they treated the land like this, let alone the banyan tree.

That stick of incense...

Su Chen asked an old man next to the land temple, and then he found out that there was a child in the village who recognized the banyan tree as a godparent.

"Goudan is a miserable child. His father went to work in the south last year and sent money home once. He didn't see him at all. His mother gave birth to him this year, and he had a fever during the confinement period. As a last resort, the Sun family brought the child to recognize the banyan tree as a godparent."

Zhao Dongsheng and Zhang Ming came over to listen.

"It's really effective. Ever since Goudan recognized this tree as his godmother, his fever has subsided. He has grown fat and white this year. Unfortunately, his mother couldn't bear it. She ran away a few months ago. We couldn't find her at her parents' home."

"At that time, there were those heartless people who kept telling Goudan that he had no mother. The little kid cried loudly and couldn't be comforted. The old Sun family thought of this godmother and brought incense and food to worship her before they coaxed her."

"The tree behind was struck by lightning. They were afraid that Goudan's godmother would also be gone. They burned incense every morning, noon and night. Old Sun often came to check, fearing that the incense would be pulled out by a child and Goudan would get into trouble again."

Su Chen understood.

In Cuicheng, there is a custom of recognizing godparents. They often choose huge rocks, big trees and wells that may have spirits when they see them.

This behavior of the Sun family is not uncommon.

Su Chen and Zhao Dongsheng didn't think much of it.

Zhang Ming frowned.

"Old Sun's family? Uncle, is it the old Sun's family that lives next to the village committee?"

"No, we asked him if there were any young people working outside his family, and he said no."