Pan Hao trembled, seeing the extremely sharp teeth, and even smelling the smelly phlegm, he shouted in his heart: "Sage, save me! Save me! Save me!"
"Help me!
!”
…
As a result, the next second, Pan Hao was stunned on the spot by an idea of ​​​​Mohu.
"My Lord... My Lord..." The voice was rough, like the deep bass produced by a robot.
"Who is talking to me."
"I... turtle..."
Is it the old turtle in front of me?
Pan Hao mustered up his courage and raised his head.
…
This idea actually expresses its unparalleled kindness?
This kind of kindness is really unparalleled and can be described as flattering! If this old turtle were a yellow dog, I would even want to kiss and lick his toes and wag his tail to the sky.
"My lord...my lord...let me come...and feed you!"
"For food?"
Pan Hao was slightly stunned. This old turtle was indeed shaking his body and flattering him!
He even felt that he could directly order the old turtle to pick up the Frisbee? It was like ordering the Labrador at home. If the Frisbee is thrown out, it will rush to pick it up.
Pan Hao calmed down a little: "Does it want to recognize me as its master? Impossible. This turtle is at least an evil god. How can it possibly recognize humans as its master?"
"This has never happened in history."
As his mind raced, he was sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.
But the old turtle was really expressing this idea in an exaggerated way. For fear that Pan Hao wouldn't understand, he once again made a human voice: "My turtle... look at yours!"
"What are you looking at me for?" Monk Pan Haozhang was confused.
"What do you mean? Is this guy a lunatic?"
"My Lord...let me come...let me come...you eat...the tablet!"
The old turtle didn't even eat the sacrifice, indicating to Lao Pan that he could enjoy the sacrifice directly.
It has sores and a big mother. It will not eat the sacrifices, but will be enjoyed by you, Lao Pan.
It even opened its big mouth, picked up the fish, and wanted to feed it to Pan Hao.
Pan Hao quickly refused: "I only eat cooked food, not raw food."
Of course, this conversation only appeared in Pan Hao's mind.
In the eyes of the natives of Qingshi Town, a huge shadow swayed, its mouth wide open, as if inspecting the number of sacrifices.
Not satisfied.
Very dissatisfied!
Sensing the lack of quantity, it actually didn't enjoy it, took a mouthful of fish and dropped it again.
…
"I'm going to suffer! Isn't the great witch going to be eaten?!"
"Does your fish weigh ten pounds?!"
The fisherman was a little panicked: "Sir, I really don't have any... It seems to be a little worse, only nine pounds and eight taels."
"You really deserve to die! You're so weak in this matter!"
"I really can't find a bigger fish, and there's nothing I can do about it... Where can I catch a ten-pound fish?"
Huang Youcai heard the whispers of the fishermen, his heart trembled, and he almost fainted: "Oh no, what should I do? It's just that the number of sacrifices is not enough, the big fish is still short of a catty... The great witch is going to suffer, Qingshi Town is going to
It’s a disaster.”
The "big sore mother" naturally has a temper. Now that she has neglected even the sacrifices, how can she protect the poor Qingshi Town?
The more he thought about it, the more bitter he felt, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Great witch, can it be done?"
"Qingshi Town cannot live without a god for a day!"
"Or, we promise to double the compensation in the future?"
The expressions of the poor people next to them also changed slightly.
Hearing that the number of sacrifices was insufficient, the old people all clenched their fists, and the children hid behind the crowd. The atmosphere in the scene was extremely cold.
…
"Who asked you to speak?" Pan Hao noticed the change in his breath, and said with some arrogance, "Quiet! I'm communicating with it."
"Everyone shut up!"
Mr. Huang and others quickly shut up.
Pan Hao pretended to dance a few verses and recited a few Buddhist sutras and mantras. He was still reciting them in Chinese, and the locals didn't know what he was talking about.
The old turtle's expression became more kind, and the turtle shrank back and forth as if cooperating with something, but it was still flattering.
"My lord...let me come...eat..."
"Eating incense, right?"
"Eat...incense! Incense!" It finally said this word and seemed extremely excited.
I almost understand, it’s not my face, but the saint’s face.
Sure enough, it was the saint who saved me in the end.
Pan Hao sighed in his heart: "The Saint is really awesome, and this guy actually came to surrender? Well, this can explain it. [Game] is just a horse boy in the hands of the Saint, and he takes another horse boy.
It’s not surprising.”
"It's just that this old turtle is a bit ugly."
"Now that the turtle appears, my position as the great witch is truly secure."
"My... tablet..."
Immediately afterwards, the giant turtle "clucked" from its belly and spit out a wooden statue, with a complete dragon turtle carved on it. The body was about 60 centimeters long. It was vivid and very majestic. There was a faint divine light hidden in the dragon turtle.
in his eyes.
This is its real tablet!
As for the original nameless stone statue in Ganlu Temple, it... didn't dare to occupy the magpie's nest at all!
"My... tablet... eat... incense."
"I understand, if Qingshi Town is in trouble in the future, please take care of it a little bit."
"Eat...eat."
After completing all this, the blue-gray figure swayed and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
The disaster... has passed?!
Pan Hao exhaled the turbid air from his chest, wiped the sweat and said: "Everyone, you have also seen it. The number of sacrifices is not enough, and it is a little angry."
"How do you say?" Mr. Huang's voice trembled, "It...it's gone?"
"Listen to what I have to say, but with the comfort of my old Pan, Mother Sore is willing to protect Qingshi Town. She hopes that Qingshi Town will have good weather, abundant harvests, prosperous livestock, no littering on the road, no closed doors at night, women and children in peace, and old and young in peace."
Was this a success? The residents in the town couldn't believe it.
"This tablet is proof!" Pan Hao picked up the tablet on the ground, "Otherwise, why would it spit out this?"
The gleaming statue shows that the tablet indeed contains extraordinary divine power.
The villagers cheered again, some of the older ones were even moved to tears, and some women were wailing and couldn't stop.
In the past few decades, Qingshi Town has had a hard time.
To be continued...