Chapter 67 The River Favors You!
Clang! Clang! Clang......
The sound of nine gongs echoed on the pier, rolling endlessly.
On both sides of the altar, shamans held short staffs and sang worship songs, but if you listen carefully, you can find that every tone is a trill.
When you listen to it for the first time, you may really think that this is the characteristic of worship songs.
The priest looked at the figure on one side, his chest rose and fell, took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and shouted in a deep voice.
"Priest, okay!"
The musician raised the brass horn, and the large cowhide drum was struck by the big vertebrae. The sound of the drum resounded throughout the Qingshi Street, becoming more and more serious, as if it was beating on the heart of the people, and the sound of the earthquake was heard.
Liang Qu stood up, one step at a time, and under the gaze of thousands of people, he slowly walked forward along the central axis of the altar, climbed the thirteen steps, and stood on the altar.
In the center of the five-foot-long altar table, a huge mountain ghost's head faced the river. Its yellow vertical pupils were dull and black blood was thick underneath.
"Twist incense!"
Liang Qu lit incense with charcoal and bent down to insert it into the incense burner.
"Sacrifice wine!"
Liang Qu took the wine pot, filled three wine glasses, and stood still.
"Ode, sacrificial text!"
"The River God is above, I borrowed the land of Yixing City, and the water of the Huaihe River. In order to inherit the people's wishes and gather the people's hopes, I led the people to worship in front of you and present this memorial text..."
"Chaos first opened, and the sky and the earth were born. The sky is guided by the sun and the moon, and the earth flows by rivers and rivers. It irrigates the middle earth and breeds all things. The white mountains and black waters are named Huaijiang..."
The river is flat for thousands of miles, and suddenly there are waves.
The sky and the earth are vast, and there are lingering sounds.
"bye!"
[Sacrifice to the Huaijiang River, the river’s favor +0.0001]
Liang Qu remained calm and bowed down.
"Goodbye again!"
The strong wind came from the river, powerful and non-stop, and the long sleeves of the robe were fluttering in the wind.
The villagers who bowed their heads in worship couldn't help but look up. When they saw the blood-red white clothes under the black cloak, they were shocked and felt like gods!
Liang Guangtian mingled behind the crowd, bowing again and again. When he stood up, his back was completely wet with cold sweat.
The figure on the altar was as majestic as a mountain, and could not overlap with the hunched figure begging for food three months ago.
He suddenly felt that his nephew was so strange and scary!
In fear...with a hint of regret.
He glanced at Chen Qingjiang, who was standing at the front of the altar. If he had borrowed food earlier, would it have been a completely different situation?
The sound of firecrackers crackled.
The priest shouted, and Liang Qu retreated from the altar.
Several men in raincoats came up to the altar to dance, and the drums played cheerfully.
When it was over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
The sacrifice was finally completed successfully, and the attack of the mountain ghost was not a bad omen.
Chen Zhaoan's heart dropped. He was already seventy-two years old. Dashun was founded only sixty years ago. He remembered the founding of the country clearly, but he had never experienced such a thrilling sacrificial activity in his life.
During the sacrifice, a mountain ghost attacked and was actually killed and dedicated to the river god...
See you soon.
It’s really a long time to see you.
It's better to live longer.
Liang Qu stepped off the altar, and Chen Zhaoan and other village elders immediately surrounded him.
The sacrifice was completed, but none of the questions in their minds had been resolved.
Why do mountain ghosts appear here?
Is it the one that caused the uproar to kill the warriors in Pingyang?
Will it happen next? Is there any danger?
Liang Qu waved his hand and pointed at the wounds on his body: "Let me take a shower first. Call the doctor for me first."
"Oh, okay, okay, yes, yes, then come to my house."
Only then did everyone in Chen Zhaoan remember that Liang Qu was still injured. A village elder hurriedly called everyone to go to his home, which was the large house with stone lions next to the port where most of the villagers took refuge.
The village elder entered the house and ordered people to boil water. He was about to send his eldest son to call the doctor at the hospital, but the doctor was too busy to step forward.
"Master Liang, I'm right here."
Worshiping the River God is a big deal, and everyone, not even fishermen, has to come if they can. As a doctor at a medical center in Yixing City, he is naturally present at the scene, and even stands at a high position, in the front row near the altar, second only to some big households, and Craftsmen are in the same column.
On the contrary, most of the fishermen are in the middle and rear positions, and only a few can stand at the front.
Liang Qu nodded, half took off his shirt, and exposed his upper body: "Doctor, please help me take a look."
His two most serious wounds were on his chest, shoulder and right arm. They were all scratched and bitten by mountain ghosts, all on his upper body.
The doctor came forward, inspected it and said in surprise: "I don't know what material Mr. Liang's cloak and robes are made of."
Liang Chuanchuan: "The cloak was given to me by my second senior brother. It is made of dog and bear skin. It is difficult to penetrate with swords and guns. The robe was given by my eighth senior brother and is mixed with sky silk."
To be able to defeat the mountain ghost this time, firstly, the skin barrier was broken, the strength was greatly increased, and the defense was greatly increased.
Second, the level of integration has skyrocketed, and physical fitness has also improved.
The third is that centipedes are extremely poisonous. Although they are slow to act, they play a vital role in giving a fatal blow to trapped animals.
Finally, he is covered in divine clothing.
He's not good at it, but he has the Liushen costume.
Whether it was the arm guards or the cloak, including the robes mixed with sky silk and the mountain oxhide belt, they all blocked several fatal attacks.
After the whole battle, it was completely intact, not even a thread.
The villagers have never heard of dog bears or celestial silkworms, but they think they are powerful just because they don’t know.
Secretly sighing that he is indeed Master Yang's disciple, even the clothes he wears are so extraordinary.
"No wonder, no wonder." The doctor marveled, "Mr. Liang is protected by this cloak and clothes, and his body is strong and strong. The injuries may seem serious, but in fact they are just flesh wounds, but the wounds are quite deep and bleed a lot. You need to be careful. It's suppurating. Fortunately, the weather is cold and it's not easy to get infected. Just wipe the wound and apply a bandage, and it'll be fine in 20 days."
Liang Qu nodded, as long as he didn't hurt any bones, but if he did, he would suffer the consequences.
He pointed to Li Libo and Chen Jiechang standing aside: "Doctor, would you like to take a look at it for my two friends?"
"It's easy to talk about. "
The doctor came to the two of them to check.
Chen Jiechang was fine. Apart from some loss of strength, the most serious injury was that he kicked the mountain ghost and fell to the ground, scratching his hand skin.
Li Libo was in a terrible situation. The mountain ghost swung his arm and cracked his forearm bone. It was broken or not, but the injury lasted for a hundred days, and it would take at least two or three months to recover.
Li Libo felt like he was mourning for his heir: "It's over, how can I still practice martial arts?"
Li Libo's father Li Dakang also looked sad.
Liang Qu laughed: "Don't worry, I will explain the situation to the senior brothers, and then I will give you three months' leave."
Without the help of the two men, it would be really difficult to defeat the mountain ghost, so Liang Qu naturally wanted to help.
"Really? It doesn't take three months, and it's not broken. Just two months, just two months."
"I don't care, it's up to you."
Li Dakang was overjoyed: "That's really troublesome for Ah Shui."
"It's okay, uncle."
"Doctor, doctor, come and help me, I'm in so much pain."
"Let's go see them first."
The doctor apologized and got busy.
There were many injured patients lying in the hospital.
In the case of the mountain ghost, many people fell to the ground during the chaotic escape and there was a stampede. Fortunately, no one died, but some people were seriously injured.
There were also a few people who jumped into the water in a panic. That is to say, the battle with Liang Qu and others ended quickly, and they were fished out in time to avoid freezing to death. These people were carried into the house by the village elders.
After Liang Qu finished taking a shower, cleaned up the blood stains, and put on clean clothes, the doctor came back to apply medicine and bandage.
The villagers gathered around again, eager to know the answer to the question.
