Bing Nandong smiled and said, "It seems that the disaster brought by the Fusang God will not come. Speaking of which, the village head's wife likes to repeat this sentence so much. Could it be that she really wants the Fusang God to be angry?"
"You're talking nonsense! Nonsense..." The village head's wife began to mutter something again.
"The village chief's wife is old, so please don't be offended by your distinguished guests."
"I understand." Fan Zhiyi pulled Bing Nandong back. Bing Nandong's behavior scared him. He couldn't praise him. He just said that Bing Nandong was fortunately not as rebellious as Zhuang Yujing. The next second, Bing Nandong taught him a lesson. He had to scold Bing Nandong when he went out and told him not to show off.
The old man said, "The ceremony is over. The Fusang God is going out to meet the villagers and bring them blessings!"
As the old man spoke, Fan Zhiyi and the other six people's eyes were drawn to the statue. It was a wooden sculpture that resembled a Buddha, but it wasn't. If you forced a name for it, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. It had four heads and five arms, sitting on a lotus, each holding an object. Looking closely, you could see that they corresponded to the five elements: gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. The four heads expressed different expressions, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. The only thing they had in common was that their eyes were all half-open.
Suddenly, Fan Zhiyi felt that the eyes moved, as if they all moved to the side and stared at him. Coupled with that smile, it was chilling. He widened his eyes and blinked, and it seemed to return to normal.
Hallucination? According to the novel, at this time, hallucinations are often real.
Bing Nandong only felt that after seeing the true appearance, the spiritual power in his body began to surge uncontrollably, and the strong desire ordered him to take the statue away and eat it.
Bing Nandong hated this thought and feeling. He was afraid he would really lose control, so he immediately headed out of the cave after the old man finished speaking. Seeing him like this, Fan Zhiyi naturally chased after him: "Cen Jun, you come out with them. Remember, don't be impulsive. Notify me if anything happens."
Fan Zhiyi went out and grabbed Bing Nandong, and found that his breathing was very unstable. They were now standing in the middle and were too conspicuous, so he dragged him to the front of the crowd so that he could be seen immediately when Cen Jun came out.
Fan Zhiyi asked quietly, "What's wrong with you?"
Bing Nandong shook his head, his face looking grim. Fan Zhiyi checked his temperature and found he didn't have a fever, so he transferred his spiritual power to him. He noticed that Bing Nandong's spiritual power was becoming chaotic again, and why did it happen at this time? "Come with me to the woods, I'll help you clear it up."
Since the last spiritual power riot, the biggest obstacle in Bingnandong's body has been transferred to Fan Zhiyi's body, so Fan Zhiyi changed the daily spiritual power channeling to once every three days, leaving Bingnandong enough time to absorb and integrate it himself. They just channeled it yesterday, so why is this happening now?
"No, I'm fine." Bing Nandong said firmly, "I can do it myself."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong had made up his mind and no one could change it, so he decided to take a step back. "Then I'll help you after this is over."
"good."
"Also, what were you removing the cloth for just now? What if something happened?" Fan Zhiyi realized belatedly that this was a novel about the supernatural and cultivating immortals, so ghosts would really appear.
He is like Ye Gong who loves dragons but he can do it when reading novels. He even imagined himself killing people and collecting ghosts. But he can't do it when he really meets him. Fan Zhiyi has no practical experience. He is afraid that there is some ghost thing under the red cloth. Maybe he will be cursed and encounter ghosts if he uncovers it. Even though he has great magical powers, he is actually just a half-baked one.
Bing Nandong looked at him and said, "Didn't Master also go to kneel down and worship?"
"I am... I am the Master, I have to protect you."
"I am the disciple, I have to protect my master."
Beautiful, a perfect closure.
Fan Zhiyi was speechless. Bing Nandong was still in the mood to smile at him, as if he wasn't the one who had just lost his composure. "Disciple, I won't do that next time."
Fan Zhiyi has experience, but he keeps talking and never changes his ways.
Bing Nandong then asked him, "What wish did Master make in there just now?"
Fan Zhiyi cleared his throat and turned away: "Nothing." He still needed to save his image as a cold and aloof master who was not in touch with the world.
At this moment, Cen Jun came over and said, "Master, the Fusang God has begun the parade."
He An and Zhuang Yujing were also approaching them. Fan Zhiyi heard He An scolding Zhuang Yujing: "Master, you are too reckless this time."
"You always say I'm reckless." Zhuang Yujing muttered.
He An frowned: "Master, what should I do if something happens to you? After all these years, why can't you learn to discuss things with me? Next time if there is something dangerous, you can just let me do it."
"You said it was a dangerous thing, but I still asked you to do it. Is that the kind of person I am?" Perhaps seeing He An's serious expression, Zhuang Yujing relaxed, "I will definitely do it next time. And I'm not being reckless. I just want to provoke them and see what they are up to."
This familiar thing will definitely happen next time. Fan Zhiyi sighed that it was indeed impossible for people of the same kind to play together. He looked at Bing Nandong, who immediately retorted as if he had sensed something: "I'm not like that idiot."
"Yes, yes, yes." Fan Zhiyi coaxed him. Now that everyone was present, Fan Zhiyi said, "This seems strange. They must be hiding something from us."
"Master, did you notice that there was no meat in the sacrifice?" said Cen Jun.
"Perhaps it's because the Fusang God was originally a tree, so he doesn't like meat?" He An speculated.
Bing Nandong laughed when he heard this. "They don't commit murder, but they punish the villagers everywhere. What kind of god is this? How can they bear to watch the people who worship them suffer and impose hardships on them?"
"No." Fan Zhiyi knew this. He was a modern man after all, and he used to grow some flowers and plants. He knew that "plants, especially trees, absorb some of the nutrients they need from animal corpses, so they are not completely vegetarian."
After this was said, everyone fell silent for a while.
Cen Jun asked, "Master, what is a vegetarian?"
"It means... not eating meat." Is this the main point, protagonist?
"I think this seems a bit weird too." Lin Taiyin took the lead in bringing the topic back to normal. "When I was kneeling, I heard a lot of people pinching their throats and laughing, both men and women. But when they stood up, the laughter stopped." He lowered his voice and spoke in a deliberately slow and low voice.
Fan Zhiyi shuddered. He was not a native, but he really liked this kind of story and was also really afraid of it.
Then Lin Taiyin asked, "Did you hear anything when you were kneeling?"
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