Mud and water splashed all over them, and the entire procession, like pigs in a sty, moved forward at the command of the men or women holding whips, heading towards the village's sacrificial site.
"Hurry up! You bunch of animals! If you're late, there won't be any food!"
"What a bunch of animals! Have they gone mad from eating too much? Let me tell you, if you really become animals, we won't keep you!"
"Remember this! All of this is a gift from Lord Daotian! It's something you can never repay in your lifetime!"
"I don't want to go! I don't want to go! I want to go out! I don't want to eat that stuff! I don't want money! I don't want a house or land, I want my mother to come out with me!"
"Slap! You're asking for death! Your life was given to you by the Taoist priest! You can't just throw it away like that!"
Daotian... is a kind of sacrificial ceremony that arose among the people. It can be considered a kind of living shrine, where the people of Qingmang express their gratitude to Daocheng. However, in order to avoid taboo, it should be called Daotian, which means that Lord Dao will bless them with many children and blessings.
This matter can be serious or minor. If it's serious, it's considered establishing a private cult, inciting people's minds, and plotting rebellion. If it's minor, it's just a matter of reputation.
But now it's clearly not a small problem. Jia Wei recorded this on his waist tag, and received good news right after joining the company.
Li Qianyun also chose this secret method to listen. Perhaps because she was more alert, she saw it earlier; it was a cloudy day.
A very cute doll stood at the village entrance, looking at the road stretching into the distance. She was dressed nicely and had pigtails in her hair, but she was not happy.
"Get out of here, take Mother out of here, so that we won't have to watch Mother suffer from the pain of giving birth to her younger siblings, and we won't have to watch Father bully Mother."
The girl stared at the door. Although there was no one guarding it, she dared not approach it even a fraction of an inch. Behind her stood a man as fat as a pig, his face stretched taut and pale with purplish-red marks. Every few steps he took, his flesh would swell and bulge. His eyes were barely visible on his face, and his hands were as fleshy as a baby's, obscuring his fingers.
Before him stood a woman of dignified appearance, her face ashen. No matter how fair-skinned and well-proportioned she appeared, with a swollen belly as if she were pregnant, she was nothing but a mass of flesh and blood, devoid of any soul.
Her skirt was lifted up, and the man behind her grabbed her and made love to her. With a loud thud, a child fell out, covered in white fluid.
"Dry Elixir! Dry Elixir! I've refined it! It's a Dry Elixir!"
He shouted loudly, as if the baby had given him boundless joy.
"Damn it! Why are you the dry one! You useless woman, your rotten belly! So many times, how come you're always the virgin one! Today I'm going to see if what's in your belly is dry or virgin!"
The knife fell, blood gushed out, and then a half-formed child emerged. The man holding the knife was overjoyed, and then stuffed the child into the woman's body. In less than half a minute, the woman stood up again and was happily and carefully held by the man.
"..."
Strange... strange... Li Qianyun stared at this unbelievable scene, how could this be... how could this be!
"Senior...Senior brother...Don't...Don't go."
Li Qianyun wanted to remind her senior brother, but as she spoke, she felt her body grow heavier and time seemed to stretch on.
One by one, the suspended silk threads wrapped around her body, one, three, countless threads, densely intertwined, each thread seemingly representing a blank, weak, yearning will.
"Determine the fate of all beings, judge their death, take the beginning of a person's life as the thread, connect the primordial blankness, exhaust all possibilities, and be all-knowing and all-present."
Out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to see a god hanging high above a sea of dark clouds, with a pale spider above his head and dense lines hanging down like a spider web.
Jia Wei looked at his silent junior sister beside him, assuming she was just being temperamental, and continued deeper into the village without saying anything. At this moment, his junior sister felt as if she had become a puppet on a string, oblivious to everything.
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