"Let's go, let's set off!"
Grandma Gongsun walked with the air of a general about to lead her troops into battle, her steps full of pride and arrogance, which made the other villagers in Linjia Village feel excited.
Our ancestors were over a hundred years old and still so energetic, how could they fall behind?
Therefore, when Yu Luo saw the figures of the villagers from Linjia Village in the mountain god temple, he was somewhat surprised.
"Are they really that fast?"
"Great! I love such energetic believers!"
Yu Luo was overjoyed and even floated out to count them.
Most of the villagers from Linjia Village came. Although only 21 households came, each household had no fewer than five people.
The Lin family village came in a grand procession of 163 people. Most of the tall and strong men carried sacks of grain, and some even carried a heavy long wooden table.
The group set off at dawn and climbed until the afternoon, finally reaching the area of the mountain god temple.
Along the way, many people couldn't take it anymore, and some who didn't want to climb any further quietly slipped back to the back of the line.
Grandma Gongsun naturally saw all of this, but she turned a blind eye and didn't ask any questions. Besides, she couldn't ask any questions; she couldn't very well bring the person back by force.
This is a ritual to worship the mountain god, not child's play. No matter how you try to persuade someone whose mind isn't on this, it won't work.
Therefore, when they arrived at the location of the mountain god temple, there were only a little over 130 people left. These were people that Old Lady Gongsun had intentionally controlled, for fear that too few people would displease the mountain god.
"We've arrived!" Lin Anniang's face lit up with joy as she saw the mountain god temple so close at hand.
Among the crowd, Wu Deyun and Zhang Chongjiu, who had been very vigilant, also tensed up. They looked around silently, trying to find unfamiliar faces.
Before coming here, they recognized the faces of everyone in Linjia Village. They were able to spot any strangers who infiltrated the village or loitered around it immediately.
However, when Lin Anniang and Ning Xiangqiao knocked on the door of the mountain god temple with their child, they found no trace of anyone.
“Ade, if that person is also an extraordinary individual, I think she is very likely hiding in the mountain god temple.”
Zhang Chongjiu guessed in a low voice.
Wu Deyun also thought it was very likely, but he never stopped observing the surroundings.
"Grandma Gongsun, you can present the incense burner now." Lin Anniang opened the wooden door of the mountain god temple and waved to the villagers of Linjia Village.
"Deyun, take Chongjiu and present the incense burner upstairs. Remember to be respectful!"
Old Lady Gongsun's eyes were sharp. Having lived for so long, she was very perceptive and felt that these two younger generations did not have much reverence for the mountain god.
That won't do, this is their only chance!
"Grandma, we're coming right away!" Zhang Chongjiu was already holding an incense burner, and he gestured for his friend, who was holding incense sticks, to come forward.
"Ade, let's go."
The two slowly moved forward, step by step, up the stairs, and into the mountain god temple.
The mountain god temple was even more dilapidated than I had imagined, with several cracks even in the corners of the walls, except for the wooden door, which was intact.
As he put down the incense burner and lit the incense sticks, Wu Deyun looked up at the statue in front of him, his heart filled with undisguised shock.
Why are the statues in this mountain god temple made of clay?
How did this clay statue survive a hundred years and remain so well preserved to this day?
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