Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 132 Late (3.8k)

Lin Feng floated outside the window of the small public building, listening to the disgusting sound of swallowing inside.

got windy.

Under the blowing of the wind, the ten methods of becoming immortals inside smashed the window, and rushed towards Lin Feng's face outside the window in a daze, hitting Lin Feng's face sharply.

Lin Feng's eyes darkened.

The silky and greasy feeling reminded Lin Feng subconsciously of the feeling of blood nematodes getting into his five sense organs, and he felt a chill.

Hastily stretched out his hand and pulled it off.

Just at this moment, the scene outside changed, and Lin Feng saw that he had come from the public housing in a small county town around the millennium to the bustling market in the even more ancient late Qing Dynasty.

He smelled the faint smell of the sea in the wind, saw the crazy figure dancing beside the campfire, saw the blood moon rising, and the dead air-dried sacrifices hung on the towering giant trees on the island.

He saw the corruption of the country's coastal defenses, the rampant pirates, the mass migration of the population, the west entrance, the pass through the east, and the southeast Asia.

He saw the vast land outside the pass, hiding the secrets of the deep mountains in the northeast.

Seeing the vast grassland at the west entrance, people are like grass, and officials are like nails.

He also saw that on the other side of Nanyang, foreigners were sharpening their knives, and giant beasts were hidden there.

This strange and powerless dream rushed into Lin Feng's heart amidst the sudden and grand narrative, and then disappeared quickly. In the end, everything turned into bubbles and was punctured by "bo".

Lin Feng returned to "reality", stood down-to-earth on the street, and saw the scene he saw for the first time when he rushed in not long ago.

I saw the bustling street market.

He stood on the street, on his left hand side, the wine flags fluttered, and the man with braids on his head was sitting on the second floor of the restaurant, talking loudly, and the healthy horse "Jiujiu" pulled the carriage and walked past Lin Feng. In the past, the conversation between the blond foreigner in the car and the local lord was blown into his ears by the wind, and was dispersed by the sound of the razor in the hand of the barber behind the car.

Fireworks.

Seeing these things, Lin Feng suddenly calmed down.

On the street, cultural people in long robes and mandarin jackets and poor people in short clothes and shorts are scattered together, and coopers and Westerners in western clothes walk together.

In the foreign firm in the distance, the foreign language is shining brightly. The comprador at the door is poorly imitating the handshake ceremony of foreigners. In the pawn shop next to it, under the high counter, the apprentices are clumsily calculating the gains and losses of the day.

Lin Feng touched backwards.

The braid is still there.

The foreigners have already arrived.

in front of his eyes.

The time and place information appeared.

[The 39th year of Xianfeng, Fukou]

A year that has never been seen before.

An unknown place name.

The character has no choice.

Already set.

Touching his face, Lin Feng made a rough guess that the body is about a young man, seventeen or eighteen years old, and when he was half a year old, he should have had a wife and children in ancient times.

The breath in the lungs is still there, it is the eighth grade, and the rune in the left eye is still the same, these things have been brought in.

There is no stripping spell.

Once again, the hair is not greasy, the nails are neat, and in the pockets of the clothes are some strange bills and copper coins, Long Yang, and pocket watches.

This is a rich and enlightened young master, who may be from a comprador family.

Lin Feng looked forward, and after the time and place passed, the gurgling sea water, with the unique stench of sea monsters, formed words in front of him.

The game begins.

【Nanyang Shengxie】

[Non-novice tasks, no guarantee, no segmentation, no archive]

[Task Requirements (you need to complete all the conditions, which is considered as customs clearance)]

[1. Survive for 30 days]

【2.Arrive at Ligla Island]

[3. Obtain at least one folk ninth-grade magic weapon (not limited to revealing good and evil)]

[4. At the end of the game, the Li family has at least one direct descendant (concubine) man alive]

[Life remaining: 1]

[Intermediate task, die, 8 hours cooling time]

【Start the game】

【exit the game】

Lin Feng glanced over these conditions, kept these four points in mind, and chose [Start Game].

Anyway, test the waters first.

After choosing to start the game, before Lin Feng had time to look around again, he saw a gentleman wearing a melon hat and holding a civilized staff walking towards him, his face was full of anxiety.

Before the person walked, there was a smell of clothes with saponins.

His hair was also neatly combed, and he hurriedly asked as he walked, "Ah Feng, where are you going?
The old man looked everywhere for you and couldn't find you, I'm afraid he's going crazy!
If you don't come again, I'm afraid you will be boarded outside the ancestral hall!

If you are late, the old man will not be able to save you. "

This gentry looked quite wealthy, and he was wearing a jadeite finger wrench that was popular at the moment. There was a hole in his mandarin jacket, and a gold pocket watch was inside.

He grabbed out the pocket watch with one hand, kept observing the time, and kept swallowing his saliva.

He came in a carriage, a Western style, closed carriage.

A sturdy servant sat in the carriage, ready to leave at any moment.

Lin Feng glanced up at the gentleman, "Third Uncle, Li Buqi".

Third uncle?

It really is a big family.

Who is he?

Ah Feng, Li Buqi, his name is Li Feng?
Lin Feng was dragged into the carriage by the third uncle, and he didn't speak. It could be seen that his third uncle was really anxious, pointing to the coachman and telling him to go back quickly, and even instructing his subordinates to drive dangerously.

"Hurry up, hurry up, run over quickly, no matter how many scumbags you kill, it's okay, be careful not to bump into red-haired devils, and if you miss the time to worship the ancestors, big things will happen."

The third uncle said while sitting next to Lin Feng, and said slightly reprimanded: "Ah Feng, what's the matter with you? Today is our ancestor worship day, I don't believe you forgot.

Can you forget such a big thing?
It's just that ancestor worship frightened you a few years ago, why are you so willful?
If the big day of sacrifice is ruined, no matter how much the old man likes you, he will never forgive you! "

"A day to worship ancestors? Are you frightened by your willfulness?"

Lin Feng remained calm, he glanced at the interior of the carriage, he could see that the interior of the carriage he was in was not luxurious, a wisp of green smoke curled up from the incense burner in front of him, with a refreshing feeling Lightly scented.

Lin Feng didn't know what to say, he simply closed his eyes and thought carefully about the difficulty of this game.

Obviously, he was going to be taken back just after he came out because of ancestor worship.

He should be in the Jiangnan area, the time did not exist in the late Qing Dynasty, and his identity is the young master of a big family. Judging from the game missions, this time it is both a protection mission (the Li family needs someone alive) and a deadline mission (30 days to survive) , and also need to go to a place (Ligera Island), and also need to get a magic weapon.

At present, it seems that the easiest thing is to start with a magic weapon.

So where is the difficulty of this mission most likely to appear?

Is there going to be trouble on the road?

Or is there trouble on the island, what if he goes to the island by boat and then goes back to the boat?
After all, the task is to reach Ligera Island, and not to live in Ligera Island. If this island is dangerous, then I will hold off for time. Can I go to the island in 30 days?
In this mission, there is a lot of room for stealing chickens, and what is important is that Lin Feng has not forgotten that this is an "open world".

I am in the mountains of Xiangxi, no matter how I walk, I will die.

I am in this bustling world, I have money, maybe there are trains, and I can't go around the country?
I can't go to Xiangxi to take a look and see what's going on in Xiangxi?
Lin Feng knew how to play this game.

Play around.

Just now third uncle said, "A few years ago, the ancestors were frightened?"

"The ancestor worship is late, and the old man can't save you?"

I understand the context, it's a board, the old man can't save his grandson?
He can understand this, the family rules are bigger than the sky, if he really violates the family rules, it is normal that the old man can't save him.

But what if it meant something else?

Lin Feng couldn't help thinking about it, this game is too malicious.

Lin Feng subconsciously felt that the Li family had some serious problems.

Worshiping ancestors, how can you scare people?

The ancestor worship in the Qing Dynasty was not as overbearing and terrifying as in the Han Dynasty. After the Song Dynasty, due to changes in folk customs, the ancestors became gentle and polite, and they would take the initiative to protect and communicate with future generations. The image of the monarch has become a standard patriarch of a big family.

Just like Jia Mu.

Although domineering, there is also a bit of love in it. If the ancestors had a half-job (city god, yin errand), then their descendants would also be tainted with some blessings.

Moreover, as the monks began to extend the alms of the water and land conference from starving ghosts to all unowned wandering souls, the mages changed from Taoist monks recognized by the court to those who can exorcise demons as long as they have a skill Ordinary people and so on.

There are some special folk spells from the three religions and nine streams. When the spells began to sink, there were a lot more folk customs in the Central Plains Dynasty area, but the sneaky and harmful people were obviously much less, at least it was no longer the mainstream melody.

In the ancestor worship in the Qing Dynasty, there was no such a sincere and sincere ceremony as the six-day old spirit, only solemn and solemn.

The process is mostly offering sacrifices, because the rituals and music have been "broken" for a long time. Sometimes, on special days, everyone will use the prison to worship the ancestors, and then kneel down and invite the gods into the ancestral hall. There will be differences, but they are all the same.

In any case, the ceremony is not scary.

How did this young guy, who was thirteen or fourteen a few years ago, get scared?
What did he see?

Unless, their big family, ancestor worship, worship is not very normal!

Just thinking about it, Lin Feng suddenly felt a shaking, the entire axle of the western carriage shook, and even the tea and incense burner on the table rolled to the ground.

The third uncle held a gold pocket watch in his hand, and was looking at the time without blinking, but when this scene happened, the third uncle screamed in fright.

The incense burner hit him, and he didn't have time to cry out in pain, but he opened the car door immediately and rushed out.

"what happened!"

As soon as he opened the carriage door and rushed out, he saw that the axle was broken.

Seeing this scene, his face was ashen.

Not only that, just after getting down, the big horse pulling the cart in front suddenly let out a pattering sound, and then it spewed out a stench, and scattered the dung all over the ground!
Even Lin Feng, a layman who didn't have much contact with horses, could tell that the horse had been tampered with, perhaps given croton laxatives or something.

Now, I can't go.

Regardless of the stench everywhere, Third Uncle's whole body went limp and he almost knelt on the ground.

"It's bad, nephew, someone wants us to die."

Lin Feng got out of the car, not in a hurry, he looked at the axle - the axle was broken, as if someone had tampered with it here in advance and told it to break on the road. In connection with the context, it was someone who told them not to be able to drive on a certain road. Time to participate in ancestor worship.

Lin Feng glanced at Third Uncle, then took out his pocket watch, opened it and took a look.

"What time does the ancestor worship start?"

Third Uncle: "Are you stupid? There is still a quarter of an hour."

"A quarter of an hour, 15 minutes, that is to say, the ancestor worship will start on time at seven o'clock."

Lin Feng looked up, the sun was setting, and after 15 minutes, it was almost dark.

Worshiping ancestors at night...

It is neither Zhongyuan, nor Qingming, nor New Year's Eve.

Is this a funeral ceremony?

Lin Feng didn't speak, he observed the third uncle carefully, and found that the panic of the third uncle was really not fake, his head was sweating and his heartbeat was out of balance, Lin Feng said: "Let's find another carriage."

The third uncle tried his best to get up: "Okay."

He asked the cart to look at the horses here, looking for a place to stay temporarily, and the two of them were in a panic—mainly the third uncle was in a panic. He was familiar with the roads. carriage.

The owner of the store sat on the handlebars and walked out of the city while yelling.

It's just that the carriage was obviously a bit too slow. Third Uncle's expression changed from anxiety to despair, and finally looking at his pocket watch, he trembled.

Seeing this, Lin Feng was sure that there was definitely something wrong with worshiping the ancestors this time, because the third uncle's fear had already exceeded the limit of "being punished", "marginalized", and "rebuked".

Is there really a problem with the ancestor worship of the Li family?

At this time, Lin Feng also took out his pocket watch to look at the time, and suddenly said, "Third Uncle, why don't we run away?"

One last trial.

A bad idea among bad ideas.

escape?
Run away because you were late for an ancestor worship?

Who knew that when the third uncle heard this, he stuttered and said, "Flee, run, where are you going?"

Lin Feng was talking nonsense: "I have some friends in the capital, who are famous Taoist priests of high merit, named Zhang Zhuo'en."

Third Uncle's eyes lit up.

He agreed.

He actually agreed!
(End of this chapter)