Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Suddenly!A big hand squeezed in through the crack of the door, blocking Jing Zhao's movements, and the door was forcefully pushed open from the outside.

Jing Zhao panicked and shouted, "A-Ning!!! Someone..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was blocked.

"Mr. Gu, it's us!"

Gu Jingzhao struggled constantly, and after being forcibly held down, he heard the voice so slightly familiar.

He slowly looked at the few people in front of him.

They were all villagers from Xiaxi Village, seeing the big living people in front of them, Jing Zhao couldn't help his nose sore, and tears rolled down his face.

The man hastily made a silent gesture, and after Jing Zhao remained silent, he slowly let go of his hand covering his mouth.

Jing Zhao looked at the few people, choked up and speechless.

There are still living people.

There are still people who survived in this village!
This news was a pleasant surprise to him, and he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

In contrast, Ah Fu is relatively calm.

He said, "Where are you from?"

One of them said: "On the day the priest slaughtered the village, we escaped by going out to sea. When we came back, there was no survivor in the whole village. We were afraid that the priest would come back again, so we hid in the nearby mountains."

"If we hadn't seen Shangshiji turn on the lights today, and saw that Mr. Gu and Dr. Afu were in the store, we would never have dared to come forward."

Ah Fu looked at the seven people in front of him, "Is there only seven of you left?"

The man nodded heavily: "There are only seven of us left." The infinite sadness in the words made everyone feel sad again.

Only eight people were slaughtered in a village of nearly a hundred people. This method is not cruel.

Suddenly, the man led everyone to kneel down in front of Jing Zhao.

"Mr. Gu, you must take revenge on Tuzhai! Sir, please lead us to take revenge!"

Jing Zhao was silent.

The original owner was also from Xiaxi Village, so logically he couldn't stay out of it.

only……

"Our number is too small, we want revenge..." He shook his head slightly.

The eyes of the few people gradually sank, "Sir, what do you mean, there is no way for us to avenge this enmity?"

"You also know the strength of the priest."

The entire Baiyue believes in priests, and the patriarchs and village chiefs all rely on priests.Relying on the eight of them alone, it is undoubtedly a fly shaking a tree.

A few people naturally knew it in their hearts.

They could understand Jing Zhao's concerns, and the leader sighed.

Solemnly entrusted: "We don't care about Mr. Gu, just leave it to the left. A few of us wait until nightfall to assassinate the priest. Killing one is considered revenge. If we really can't take revenge, we can only ask Mr. Gu to bury our bodies with our parents and relatives."

Jing Zhao hurriedly said, "I'm just saying that this matter is difficult, but it's not to the point where it's completely unsolvable."

He and Ah Fu hurriedly pulled them up from the ground.

He said: "This matter cannot be done with brute force, but with wisdom."

"Whatever Mr. Gu wants to do, you only need to say a word, we will go through fire and water, and we will do whatever we want."

Jing Zhao looked at the crowd, and the idea in his heart had already taken shape.

The next day.

Jing Zhao first took everyone to visit the graves of the dead villagers.

He got up early, made some snacks and dishes for worship, and exchanged some fruits from the system.

He personally copied the "Diamond Sutra" and "The Mantra of Rebirth" with cinnabar mixed with gold powder.

Everyone was puzzled, "Mr. Gu, what are you doing?"

Jing Zhao said: "This scripture can save the souls of the dead and send them to the Paradise of Paradise early."

This is the modern way of doing it.

Jing Zhao knows that there are customs in different places, but he only knows the "Diamond Sutra" and "The Mantra of Rebirth", and can only use the Buddhist way to transcend.

An Zhiping said: "Gu Jingzhao, you are probably a god sent by the heavens to save us. After you left, a small golden body really grew out of the soil of the ancestral hall. It looks like your reincarnation."

Jing Zhao almost forgot about this.

He and Aning looked at each other, feeling a little guilty.

Reminded by An Zhiping, he coughed twice: "Right, you keep this golden body for me, if I become a fairy in the future, I will definitely use him."

An Zhiping nodded: "An Nanhuai said at the time that it should be enshrined. We have already put it in the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is full of incense, and your golden body can also be well supported."

Jing Zhao touched his nose, and replied with a guilty conscience: "Very good, very good."

While speaking, several people had already walked to the tomb.

Tears welled up in the eyes of several people, and they went to bow down in front of the graves of their respective families.

After An Zhiping offered incense to An Feng, he went straight to An Nanhuai's grave.

He sat on his grave for a long time.

Under the icy cold wind, the sound of scriptures burning was sparse.

By the old locust tree.

The solitary mounds are scattered.

The leaves are falling.

Jing Zhao sighed, walked to An Zhiping's side, and patted his shoulder.

"It's time to go back."

The loneliness in An Zhiping's eyes deepened a bit.

"Do you know why I survived and saw you alive?"

Jing Zhao glanced at Aning, the young man lowered his eyes silently, just being a listener.

Gu Jingzhao said, "Why?"

"It was An Nanhuai who hid me in the crack of the wall. The pursuers almost found us. He said, he went to find you and told you to come back and save us, and told me to hide and not make a sound. When you come back, we will be saved..."

"At that time, I really thought he would look for you, but how could I have imagined that he was going to lure away the pursuers for me. He bought my life with his own. I owe him a life..."

An Zhiping closed his eyes heavily, swallowing back the tears with a choked-up sob.

His lips trembled a little, but his eyes had become resolute and determined, "Gu Jingzhao, I don't believe in priests or great witches. We pay them so much taxes every year, but in the end, we end up being slaughtered."

"Gu Jingzhao, from today onwards, I will never be a coward again. I want to avenge my parents, An Nanhuai, and Xiaxi's dozens of innocent lives."

He said it last.

Suddenly, she turned around and knelt down towards Jing Zhao, and kowtowed to him seriously.

"Mr. Gu, I want to ask you to help me, no matter what the price is!"

Jing Zhao touched the top of his head and said in response, "I will stay."

Not only the lives of Xiaxi Village, but also Shandan and Qing, they are still waiting for him to save!
He looked at the high mountains in the distance, equally firm and decisive.

After the worship, several people went back to the village together.

The sound of the hunting wind howled through, and the howling in the sky seemed heart-piercing.

On the ruined walls, the blood dried up and turned an old brown.

Everything is showing the crimes committed by the priests here.

Jing Zhao secretly clenched his fists, he will take back everything that happened to Xiaxi from the priest intact!

A few people walked in front, Jing Zhao and Aning walked last.

Aning asked him: "You know the strength of the priest, and it's not easy for the few of us to fight against. If you take such a risk to agree to them, are you making fun of your own life or their lives?"

Jing Zhao looked at the few people in front, his eyes darkened.

"I have an idea, but I need someone's help."