"Young master, please come here."

The sky was dark, and the old man's voice was saying in front of him. In the long silence of "squeaking", the wooden door swayed and opened inside. Lu Liangsheng followed behind and walked into the courtyard gate. The courtyard was not big, with earthen walls on three sides, and the potholes were filled with holes of bumblebees. There were only two houses, and there were thatched cottages outside, which were equipped with earthen stoves.

"Young master, don't dislike it. There are a lot of old and young people in this village, most of which have no room available." The old man put down his hoe and kettle, touched the flint on the stove, pushed open the door and went in, and slammed a few times, smashing sparks. The dark room gradually lit up and shone out.

In the yard, Lu Liangsheng tied the old donkey, took off the bookshelf, carried it into the house, put it in the side and smiled: "Don't dislike it, it's good to have a place to shelter from the wind and rain, but it's better to disturb my father-in-law."

"Don't disturb or disturb, I'm happy when scholars come to my house."

The old man covered the oil lamp and put it on the table. He invited the scholar to sit in, poured cold water, and ran outside happily. After a while, he picked up a few green onions in his hand and went outside to cook with a fire.

From time to time, he turned his head and joked at the bright house: "Young master didn't have a meal, right? There is no good food in the mountains, so let's make do with it."

"Haha, my father-in-law invites you, then I'm disrespectful. There's also dry food I bought on the road in the bookshelf."

Lu Liangsheng opened the bookshelf, took out two pancakes, and tore off half of them in the glaring eyes of the toad Taoist, and took them to the old man to bake.

"It'll be fine after a while. The young master will go back to the house and sit and drink water."

"Okay, then I'll go in."

The old man did not allow him to help, so Lu Liangsheng had to go back to the house. He was covered with dim light of the oil lamp. The room he was in was square and furnished. There was only one wooden bed left with painted wooden tables and two stools. On the end of the bed was the next room. There was no door, and only a blue cloth curtain was hung.

There is also a tribute platform in the corner, with a white cloth covering it, bulging high, and there should be a statue of god inside, which is common in ordinary people's homes.

‘There is only one bed and it seems that I will sleep on the floor later.’

When he thought about it, he walked to look at the statue of the god covered by white cloth on the altar. Lu Liangsheng didn't reach out to pull it away. After all, it was a bit bad to flip things at random at other people's houses.

"Young master, just watch it."

The old man brought in two bowls of taro, put them on the table, wiped his hands on his clothes, and smiled honestly: "That's God of Qi Shui, bless us with peace. You might as well pay homage to you."

Qi Shui God?

Lu Liangsheng was a little confused, but there were countless mountains, rivers and rivers in the nine provinces in the world, and there were many unknown gods. As long as you protect the safety of the local people and prevent them from suffering, it would be okay to worship them.

On the other side, when the old man saw the scholar believing him, he came over to pull the white cloth away and put it aside. What was revealed was not the statue of the god Lu Liangsheng thought, but a spirit card, and the words "Qi Shui Divine Position" were simply written on it, and there was not even the name.

"Young Master, beg me." The old man looked happy, stared at the scholar with a straight face, and stretched out his hand to the spirit card.

Lu Liangsheng had no name when he saw the spirit card without a name, but he had no idea of ​​worshipping it. It was obvious that the old man was attentive and took him to spend the night. He nodded and bowed to the throne, but he had not yet bowed down.

The spirit card placed on the altar had a crisp "pop" sound, and the middle broke and turned into two pieces.

"This is ouch!"

The old man was so scared that his face turned pale. He hurriedly squeezed away the scholar, knelt on the ground, folded his hands together and kowtowed again, begging again: "Bless by the God of Qishui, bless, my family has no shortage of worship."

The scholar standing beside him frowned slightly, looked at the broken divine position, with doubts on his face, thinking for a while, probably because he figured out the joints and couldn't help but quench the corners of his mouth.

The mountain spirits and wild monsters in the small place have achieved enlightenment. In order to absorb the incense of nearby people and help them practice, they have displayed some magic and were deceived to worship them. Lu Liangsheng himself was a living person who was granted the title of the demon spirit of the demon, and he also sued the heaven for the identity of the national master.

"I should not stand my worship once I pray. If I receive incense and worship the people, I will let it practice here with peace of mind."

Thinking of it, he helped the old man up on the ground and smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, my father-in-law, maybe it's because your divine position is too long and it's dead inside, and it just so happens to be broken at this time."

Someone comforted her, and the old man felt much more comfortable. He stood up along the scholar's arm and said a few words: "It should be like this, it should be like this." Carefully cover the white cloth again, go outside and take the baked cake in, and handed a pair of chopsticks to Lu Liangsheng.

"Young master, eat it."

"The father-in-law also eats it."

Lu Liangsheng took the chopsticks and was not polite. He picked up the half pancake, took a bite, and drank the taro with a slight slight taste. The mountains lack oil and salt, so the taste was naturally not as good as the meals made by Taoists. However, the taro was greasy and it was still quite refreshing to eat it in his mouth, and it was not difficult to swallow it.

During the meal, I was also a little curious about the old man's words about Qi Shui Shen, and asked directly:

"Brother-in-law, how long has this Qi Shui God been in the village?"

“How long has it been?”

The old man stopped chopsticks, thought for a moment, and compared a few fingers: "It's probably two or three years. The young master is from outside, but I don't know. The God of Qi Shui is powerful. The whole Qi Shui is under his control. It's rumored that it's a big turtle, bigger than my yard, and has lived for at least a thousand years."

Speaking of the excitement, the old man put down his chopsticks and gestured a few times.

"Zhao Daxian said that as long as we make Qi Shui Shen happy, we cannot stand the flood, and the crops will be harvested every year."

The night insects roared in the corner, and the night wind blew into the open door, and the oil lamp standing on the table swayed. Lu Liangsheng held the bowl and ate bite by bit, quietly listening to the old man's so-called "Qi Shui God"

The clear moon illuminates the night sky, casts its way to the river flowing outside the village, reflecting silver waves. On the mud road near the river bank, a donkey cart is driven by people.

There were seven or eight men on both sides, following behind with wooden sticks and hatches, staring at a bulging linen bag in the wooden bucket of the donkey cart, struggling and twisting from time to time.

It seemed like there was a person inside, and moans came from sobs and sobbing.

"I'm not honest!"

The man walking behind picked up the wooden stick and knocked it on his pocket. A woman's wail suddenly came from inside. Another man next to him quickly reached out and pulled his companion's arm.

"Whatever you fight, you're going to the village. Are you afraid that someone will know?"

He grabbed the wooden stick and threw it to the side of the road, and pulled the other party to continue walking forward: "What if you beat him to death? Marry your daughter to Qi Shui Shen?!"

The man who had been told all the time turned around was dissatisfied and muttered: "What can I beat you to death? My wife has beaten you many times, but she has never beat you to death."

However, when he saw the man beside him, he still said "Yeah, I know, I won't hit her."

Wow, Wow, Wow

A few dog barking sounded in the village, and the men driving the donkey cart looked at the village under the moonlight and said, "Go and notify the villagers."
Chapter completed!