Fork demon master in the eyes of monsters

Chapter 145 Chishui
The verdant old trees cover the scorching sun, and the narrow paths are connected in series.

South Lake, Li Erlang Temple.

A few old women were chanting in front of the temple, and a group of people behind them offered three animals of chicken, duck and fish, and the ignorant villagers went forward to pay respects.

Simple sacrifices soothe people's hearts, nothing more.

Not only did Chen Chuanwang appear appropriately, he stood out among the kneeling crowd, looking very abrupt.

But no one noticed him, and everyone was kowtowing at the moment.

A small temple built by the lake appeared in Chen Chuanwang's vision.

The temple is quaint and mottled, the walls reveal traces of grayish yellow, and a lot of yellow mud has fallen off under the corners, exposing the rotten straw inside.

Chen Chuanwang looked to the left and right, but Ah Qi was not in front of him.

call!
At this time, a gust of wind blew.

Roll up the corners of the kneeling worshipers, revealing that they are different—they actually have tiny scales on their bodies!
Are these people human or demons?

A chill came from the soles of Chen Chuanwang's feet to Tianling Gai. Before he could react, villagers in twos and threes stood up.

They were as quiet as logs, standing there in rows like statues.

Another gust of wind.

Chen Chuanwang noticed that the scales on the people around him disappeared. The scene just now seemed to be Chen Chuanwang's hallucination.

But is what you see with your own eyes really an illusion?
After a while, the surrounding villagers began to speak, and they could only understand most of their words. They spoke dialects, but their accents seemed extremely primitive.

After listening to it for a long time, Chen Chuanwang finally understood some meaning.

The temple in front of me is called Li Erlang Temple.

The village here is called Chishui Village.

The lake in front of you is South Lake!

Chen Chuanwang's heart was shocked, and he took a closer look. It does look like Nanhu, but it's not very similar.

It is more like a spacious river than a lake.

Weird!

Could it be that I am dreaming again?

But, I obviously went with Ah Qi to find Grandpa Gui and the others.

He secretly looked at the old Li Erlang Temple in front of him, could this be the Dragon King shrine he saw at the bottom of the lake.

But it doesn't look like it. There is a statue of a human being enshrined here, and there is no incense burner.

Chen Chuanwang didn't have time to look inside the Li Erlang Temple, when the molested crowd pushed him out of the temple.

Ga~
An old man closed the faded door and locked it.

"Li Zhi, what are you still standing here for? Go back quickly and soak the willow leaves in water to wash off the smell on your body."

Suddenly, a voice called Chen Chuanwang to stop.

Chen Chuanwang was stunned for a moment, and some basic things came to his mind. His name was Li Zhi, the elders in the village usually called him wild boar, and his peers called him little pig.

Today, another person drowned in South Lake.

Why again?

Chen Chuanwang couldn't figure out why, but he probably guessed that before that, some people should have drowned, and there were quite a few of them.

Li Yu didn't know much about the memory of Li Erlang Temple. This temple was here since he was a child. People in the village seldom offered sacrifices, and the adults in the village would not let their children come to play here, saying it was bad luck.

Chen Chuanwang returned home according to the remaining memories. Li Zhi's family was relatively well-off in the village and had a small courtyard.

When Chen Chuanwang entered the yard, his half-white-haired mother was leaning on the threshold, enjoying the warm sunshine.

When Chen Chuanwang saw her, he instinctively said, "Mum, I'm back."

The old mother opened her eyes, her eyes were cloudy, she smiled and said: "The willow leaf water has been soaked for you, hurry up and wash it, or you will get bad luck."

Chen Chuanwang invited his mother to the yard, and then closed the door. He glanced at the pot of hot water on the table.

He took off his shirt, soaked the cloth, and wiped it all over his body.

The so-called washing, that's all.

If you want to wash carefully, you have to boil a pot of hot water, then stand on the stove and rinse.

In Chen Chuanwang's view, this way of bathing is outrageous, but in Li Zhi's view, it is very normal.

Because there is no wooden barrel for bathing at home.

After wiping his whole body clean, Chen Chuanwang put on his clothes, opened the door, and brought willow leaf water.

My mother reminded: "Pour it into the lake."

"know."

Chen Chuanwang walked out of the courtyard with a basin of water, and saw other people walking towards Nanhu Lake with a bucket or a basin of water.

What kind of custom is this?

Chen Chuanwang didn't understand, but it was better to follow suit.

Whoa!
The water soaked with willow leaves is poured on the bank.

"To catch fish, piggy."

"What are you catching? The village chief said that you are not allowed to enter the water for three days. Do you want to die? Think about it...Brother Chong."

The young man of the same age as Li Shi (Chen Chuanwang) fell silent, and the person who drowned in his memory was Brother Chong, a man who treated them very well.

"Brother Chong... What a good brother, he is the best at water among us, how could he be drowned?"

"Don't go into the water recently. My father dragged Brother Chong to land. He said that Brother Chong's face was half eaten by fish, his belly was broken, and his green intestines were soaked white."

When everyone heard the words, they imagined the terrifying picture in their minds and trembled.

Someone said: "My grandma said that there are ghosts in the water, like villains, who like to grab people's ankles. She told me that when a child falls into the water, I must not go down to rescue it, otherwise, I will be dragged down by the water ghost. "

"Brother Chong is the best at water. When he got into the water, he was like a fish returning home. How could he be drowned? I think he was pulled into the water by the water ghost and grabbed his ankle."

These words are even more frightening.

In this era, the words of gods and ghosts are the most attractive and most convincing.

Chen Chuanwang shook his head and said: "The person who knows how to water is often the most likely to be drowned, worm... my brother is holding the idea that he will never drown, and he went into the water alone. I guess, he should be drowned by the bottom of the lake. The water plants wrapped around his legs and he couldn't break free, so he drowned."

No one believed this speculation.

Most of them thought it was caused by water ghosts, so the people in the village worshiped Li Erlang Temple.

Someone familiar with Li Zhi said: "Little pig, why are you talking so strangely today? It reminds me of the old gentleman in the private school, but I can't understand what he said, but I can understand you when you speak."

"...I'm scared. I dare not go into the water, and I hope you don't go into the water. Even if you go into the water, don't be alone. The more people there are, the better... No, it's better not to go into the water."

At the beginning, Chen Chuanwang wanted to use the thinking of a normal person as a reminder, but now he has no idea that the depth of the water is dangerous. The life of the villagers in Chishui Village cannot be separated from the South Lake, and it is obviously impossible to prevent people from entering the water.

Chen Chuanwang felt that it was safest for many people to go into the water together, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly remembered the matter of the scales, maybe it was the best choice not to go into the water.

Farming is busy, everyone talked for a while, and then left.

Chen Chuanwang did not leave in a hurry.

He wasn't sure what dynasty Chishui Village belonged to, but the South Lake was still there, so maybe he could find some familiar monsters, such as the long-lived giant tortoise.

(End of this chapter)