Chapter 109: The God of Fortune and Righteousness, He Cun Zhongshan, who eats wind and drinks dew, is far away in the sky...
The mountains of Hecun are far away in the horizon.
On the edge of He Village.
Willowherb Village
Qiao Sanguan frowned, looked up at the sun in the sky, then looked at the green fields not far away. The fields were planted with white millet. This year was only the second year they had planted white millet. Logically speaking, the results should be better than the previous year.
However, it is only slightly better.
Even though everyone in He Village taught them step by step, their performance was still average. It had to be said that this made Qiao Sanguan feel a little uncomfortable.
Pu Shiyi Niang looked at the eldest brother and felt the same way. She wondered, "What do you mean? White millet? We can't grow it well? Do we have to worship the earth gods and earth goddesses?"
Tugong and Tupo are the most common beliefs among farmers, and the most common wish of villagers is a good harvest.
When Qiao Sanguan heard this, his brows furrowed even more tightly. Because of his previous experience of fleeing famine, Qiao Sanguan had no good impression of this kind of gods. If the gods could not really sense people's thoughts, he would probably even feel resentment.
"No, we can't worship the gods?!" Before Qiao Sanguan could even open his mouth, Pu Shiyi's words were interrupted by the next sentence.
The two were startled and turned their heads, only to see Qian Gouzi with a serious face.
Qian Gouzi saw the two people looking back with some surprise, and realized that he might have made a big deal out of nothing. Then he reacted, quickly calmed down, and said: "We don't worship gods in our village."
"Master, if you also knew, our village has suffered so much at the hands of these evil gods. We were about to leave that area, but the evil gods still refused to let us go." Qian Gouzi thought that the two were still unwilling to give up, so he explained earnestly.
Speaking of this, Qian Gouzi couldn't help but sound angry.
Although their lives are indeed much better now than before, who would be willing to leave their homeland for no reason? It's only because they have the protection of the Bronze Mirror Goddess, otherwise who knows how many people would have died.
"Brother Qian, why did you come down?" Pu Shiyi's mother was stunned at first, then quickly greeted him and spoke with a smile.
"Don't worry, we didn't worship gods, we just worshipped the local gods and goddesses and prayed for a good harvest next year." Pu Shiyi was also worried that Qian Gouzi would misunderstand, so she quickly explained. Her tone was a little helpless: "We don't know if we planted it wrong. This white millet can't grow as well as you do. We obviously spent a lot of effort, but it just doesn't grow well. It makes people anxious."
Upon hearing this, Qian Gouzi realized that he had made a big deal out of nothing and felt a little embarrassed.
Qiao Sanguan and Pu Shiniang were both good-tempered people. They saw things clearly and understood the difficulties faced by the people in He Village. They did not refute but started to explain.
"This is not your problem." As soon as Qian Gouzi heard what Pu Shiyi Niang said, he hurriedly explained with a smile: "This white millet is a strange plant of the Baiyou level after all. It has its own temper. Even experienced veterans need to spend a long time with it to understand it. If you accidentally make the white millet unhappy, the harvest will be poor."
"Besides, you guys usually feed them a lot of blood and meat. I just went to check the fields, and they are doing well." Qian Gouzi tried to comfort Qiao Sanguan and Pu Shiyi's mother.
"This is really a fuss. If we want a bigger harvest, we still owe a debt to He Village. It's really uncomfortable to have the debt weighing on our heads." Pu Shiyi's mother smiled heartily, but she was just joking. She didn't want to make Qian Gouzi feel embarrassed. Although the debt was there, at least they had something to look forward to.
This is much better than when they were fleeing famine. People are more energetic to work.
Qian Gouzi shook his head and said, "Don't be too tired. The village elders are not in a hurry to ask you for more. Your health is more important."
"Why!"
"Got it, Brother Qian."
Qian Gouzi glanced at Qiao Sanguan next to him. The face of the young village chief Qiao was still a little pale. Compared with the miserable appearance when he first arrived in He Village and thought he would not survive for more than a few days, he looked much better now, but still looked a little tired.
Qian Gouzi had a very good impression of the responsible village chief Qiao Shao, and he also understood that the people in Liucao Village were worried about the harvest.
"..." Qian Gouzi suddenly remembered what Fourth Uncle He had said. He paused, a little hesitant, and said, "If you really want to reap the rewards, there are ways to do it."
"What? Brother Qian, do you have a solution?" Upon hearing this, Pu Shiniang became interested. She was a person who was energetic in everything she did. It had only been a short time and her own house had been built. She was also the first batch of people to flee famine, so her biggest concern now was the harvest from the fields.
Qiao Sanguan was slower than Pu Shiniang and was physically weak, but he was smart and was able to build a house at a moderate speed. He also paid attention to the harvest and the harvest of the entire village.
Qian Gouzi looked even more hesitant. He had just said that people were not allowed to worship local gods and goddesses, and now he was talking about this again.
"I told you, it's up to you whether you believe it or not."
"Go ahead, Brother Qian, you still don't believe that we can keep our mouths shut?" Pu Shiyi's mother said impatiently.
"Why don't you pray to the water and wind in our area?" When Qian Gouzi said this, he looked at Qiao Sanguan and Pu Shiyi Niang and said in a very serious tone: "Think about it, we have piled up the fertilizer in the field. Now we can't just rely on water and wind, which are all related to the harvest."
"But Brother Qian, didn't you say that local gods and local women are not okay?" Qiao Sanguan was stunned and said subconsciously.
Qian Gouzi shook his head and said, "It's different."
"Tugong and Tupo are evil gods." Qian Gouzi said seriously, "When you worship them, you can feel that kind of evil feeling. It always feels like something is staring at you from above, right? It looks at us like a pile of blood food."
"In some places, local gods and goddesses even require blood sacrifices," said Qian Gouzi.
"But the fresh air and lake water in our area are different." Qian Gouzi recalled the extremely special feeling he had when he worshipped the wind and water of this land. Although the response from the other side was also very calm and indifferent, it gave people a sense of security, a sense of security that they would not become food in their mouths.
Qian Gouzi? Tell me how you felt at that time.
Qiao Sanguan and Pu Shiyi'niang were stunned. They never expected Qian Gouzi to say this, and they couldn't imagine that they would feel safe when worshiping the gods.
How is this possible?
Who doesn't worship gods with caution, fearing that if they don't follow the rules, they will become a sacrifice.
But when I looked at Qian Gouzi's serious face, he didn't look like he was joking. He really felt safe.
Qian Gouzi scratched his head. He suddenly realized that what he just said might be a fantasy or nonsense to outsiders. It was normal for Village Chief Qiao and Pu Shiyi Niang to be uncomfortable. He paused and whispered, "In fact, I always feel that what we worship is special. It may be the mountain god of this area."
"You can only worship it in this area. Don't worship it anywhere else except under the protection of the Bronze Mirror Goddess." Qian Gouzi emphasized this, and it was obvious that he had tried it before.
Pu Shiyi's subconscious reaction was that Qian Gouzi might have made a mistake. He thought he was worshipping the water of Qingfeng Lake, which might be a god from somewhere else. However, she didn't know what means the evil god used to make him mistakenly believe that he was safe.
"..." Qiao Sanguan thought more about it. He didn't think that the people of He Village would not think of this. After all, they had the protection of the bronze mirror. If it was really an evil god, the strange weapon would naturally remind them.
Qiao Sanguan thought of the harvest outside, and his heart paused. He continued to ask: "Is there any particular reason for worshipping the water of Qingfeng Lake?"
"...Ah?" Qian Gouzi was stunned. He didn't expect Qiao Sanguan to ask this. He thought Village Chief Qiao would hesitate for a long time, but he didn't expect him to accept it so quickly. He scratched his head and said, "It seems that there is nothing special about it. No blood is needed. Just use some fruits and food to worship. If you don't have these offerings, take three bowls, one bowl with mud, one bowl with water, and one bowl empty. You can still worship. If you don't have any bowls, you can also recite in your heart."
"As for the name of God?"
"We have been worshipping for a long time, and a name has naturally appeared in our minds. It seems to be called something like "Eating Wind and Drinking Dew, Good Fortune and Righteous God". Isn't it a bit strange?"
"That bowl of mud actually refers to rice. Since there is no rice, mud will do. But if you use rice, you can eat it yourself after the worship. It seems that this person doesn't care." Qian Gouzi said with a smile.
When Qiao Sanguan heard that there was no blood offering, he was stunned and his pupils dilated. He never expected to hear such a ceremony of worshiping gods. There actually was a ceremony of worshiping gods that did not require blood offerings in this world.
Pu Shiyi's mother standing by also turned her head suddenly, as if she couldn't believe what she heard. Because of her family tradition, she also had some research on the rituals of worshiping gods. For example, the rituals of worshiping gods all emphasize rules, and most of the rules involve blood food, but most of them are strange flesh and blood, and some even require human flesh and blood. The rules here can actually be replaced.
Pu Shiniang now really believed what Qian Gouzi said about this god being safe. How could he, who didn't even want blood food for the rituals, look down on ordinary people like them?
Qian Gouzi just came to see how the fields in Liucao Village were being tended. He looked all the way and didn't see anything for him to do. Then he saw that Qiao Sanguan and Pu Shiyi Niang were also focusing on worshiping the gods. He pondered for a while and it seemed that there was no need for him to do anything. After staying for a while, he went back to the Longhu Lake to kill the Longhu.
The blood and flesh of the dragon can also help nourish the land of Liucao Village.
After Qian Gouzi left, Ru Shiyi Niang couldn't wait to ask Qiao Sanguan, saying: "Boss, why don't we give it a try!"
"It's just a matter of a bowl of rice. At least it can help protect the fields. We don't want to starve again." Pu Shiyi Niang couldn't help but say. What is the thing that these refugees are most afraid of?
I'm afraid the first thing is hunger.
Only those who have fled famine can understand the feeling of being so hungry that it makes your heart ache.
Of course Qiao Sanguan understood. He also knew that everyone in his village was afraid of starvation. The white millet was of great importance, and they couldn't always rely on the people of He Village. Then, would they be from He Village or Liucao Village?
Compared to the bloody and cruel Tugong and Tupo, Qiao Sanguan naturally prefers the Feng Shui god who seems safer at first glance.
"Go ahead." Qiao Sanguan hesitated for a moment and finally made a decision.
Qiao Sanguan and the people of Liucao Village quickly clarified the god they worshipped. However, when he spoke, he also said that this was the god worshipped by the people of He Village, and that it was not as cruel as the local gods and goddesses. He also specifically emphasized what Qian Gouzi said before he left, that the god could only be worshipped in the area blessed by the Bronze Mirror Goddess and could not be worshipped outside the area.
Qiao Sanguan was a cautious person and did not bring the entire village to worship together.
He just asked every family in the village to send one person to watch them worship, and then he and Pu Shiyi Niang worshipped the gods as before.
Three bowls, one bowl of rice, one bowl of water, and one empty bowl.
All Qiao Sanguan was thinking about was the river in this area and the gentle breeze floating in the air. What he was muttering softly was the white millet in the fields in the village. He hoped that there would be a good harvest this year.
"..." When Qiao Sanguan bowed formally, his nervous emotions calmed down completely, as if a gentle breeze was blowing over his head, making him completely relax. He no longer had the fear and uneasiness he had in the past when he bowed, nor did he feel the terrifying feeling as if an indescribable existence was staring at his back.
On the contrary, it is a kind of calm that can be said to be safe.
"...Hmm?" On the mountain, the ghost scholar who was discussing with Ye Lu how to deal with the remains of the redwood monster sent by Zhu Hui this time paused, as if he sensed something, stopped talking, and hummed lightly, with some questioning tone.
"What's wrong?" Ye Lu raised his eyebrows and asked.
The playful man also looked over. He seemed to be very happy about something as well. He looked down the mountain and saw something over there.
The ghost scholar didn't say anything, but counted with his fingers. After a moment, he had a clue in his mind, and said with a somewhat amusing expression: "Nothing, I just didn't expect that someone would worship me down the mountain."
It was actually the people of He Village who started it.
What the ghost scholar had never expected was that his name as a god had spread out. He lived on wind and drank dew. That was because he had never expected to go far in the position of a god. He would rather rely on himself to practice the way of god. The name he chose was somewhat casual.
Ye Lu was also stunned, but soon reacted and said: "This is a good thing!"
"Could it be someone from Liucao Village?" Come to think of it, apart from He Village, only people from Liucao Village would act like this. Ye Lu now remembered that he once told Fourth Uncle He that if he had nothing to do, he could just worship the river and the breeze. He never expected that Fourth Uncle really listened to his words and told these words to the people from Liucao Village.
Ye Lu was a little surprised and felt a little soft in his heart.
"Yeah." The ghost scholar responded.
Originally, the ghost scholar didn't bother to care about these things. He hated it most when people asked him for impossible things, such as fame, wealth and honor. He was annoyed just by seeing them. But He Village and Liucao Village didn't ask for anything, only a good harvest next year. This made the ghost scholar unable to stop.
The ghost scholar paused for a moment, and after a while, he made a light "tsk" sound, and eighty percent of the strange power in his body disappeared, leaving only a little bit of strange power, and all the rest was passed on to the divine seal that was integrated with this land.
never mind.
A breeze blew slowly across the faces of Qiao Sanguan and Pu Shiyi'niang, as if calmly pushing them away or comforting them, and completely pulling the two out of that calm state full of security.
The two opened their eyes reluctantly.
Once again turning their heads to look at the fields not far away, although the white millet fields were still no different from usual, in their eyes they seemed to be much more vibrant than before.
Is this a blessing?
The same idea came to Qiao Sanguan and Pu Shiyi's mind at the same time, and a hint of joy appeared on their faces.
Of course, Ye Lu on the mountain also felt the divine power. Nonsense, with so much divine power, it would be difficult for him to pretend not to see it. At this moment, he was looking at the ghost scholar with a teasing look on his face.
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