It’s not pretending

Following a ferocious roar, even the summer cicadas that were chirping on the vine suddenly fell silent.

Groups of serfs knelt down with earth-colored faces and did not cough even a single sound.

Then a man in fine clothes with broom eyebrows appeared with a group of strong men.

This man was dressed exactly like a Tibetan man, carrying a whip with blood stains on it, and walked towards the serfs with a ferocious look on his face.

The group of sword-wielding men behind him were all tall, strong and muscular.

Luo Ning, who was not far away, took a look and found that this person was a ninth-level martial arts cultivator.

"Crack!" There was a crack of a whip, and at the same time a serf screamed, covering his wrist in pain.

The ninth-level monk was as strong as a tiger. The owner of the village whipped down the whip and immediately knocked the serf's left hand away.

The wrist that had lost its hand was filled with blood.

The serf fainted from the pain.

"Oh!" Chen Huigen was even more respectful when he heard that Luo Ning had already met Mr. Jin on the road.

"Come here quickly, kneel down and salute!" Chen Huigen shouted to a group of serfs, "This is the master actor from Naqin Mansion, Mr. Luo!"

The owner of the village took off one sleeve like a Tubo man and continued:

Luo Ning watched this scene, Danfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and even the disciple Bai Yuanyuan beside him could sense the master's anger.

Accompanying me were two girls of thirteen or fourteen years old.

"I'm telling you, this is your fate. Not only you have to suffer it, but your descendants and descendants should suffer it for all the generations to come!!"

Thinking of this, many serfs felt cold in their hearts.

Small-headed people like Chen Huigen all have a Tubo name.

"Master Luo." Chen Huigen said with a smile, "If Master Luo doesn't give up, I would like to climb up the ladder and make Master Luo my friend."

"If you don't have a child, I will give it to Master Jin to tie up the Buddha and give it to Yanshi Temple!"

"Why? The Buddhas said that this is because you have committed too many sins in your previous life and have caused karma, so you have to be like a cow or a horse in this life."

I really have no interest.

Luo Ning's cold expression instantly became as pale as a white cloud.

When a large group of serfs heard this, they immediately rushed over with a loud roar, knelt down with a loud roar, put their hands on the ground, barked twice, and then said in unison:

"Follow Mr. Luo's wishes, and I will never disobey you."

When they were young, this was still the territory of Daxia, and they were still the people of Daxia.

"I'm blind!"

Chen Huigen was as ferocious as a tiger in front of the serfs, but in front of Luo Ning, he was like a warm and hospitable master.

The old man thought of his boyhood again.

"It's up to the host and guest." Luo Ning nodded, "It won't be too late to perform again tomorrow."

"Master Operator!" The owner of the village stepped forward to salute and said respectfully in Xia language:

"It's gone, it's gone! Get out of here!" Chen Huigen shouted. He came and went away as soon as he was called.

The serfs kneeling on the ground were all shaking, their heads on the ground, their hands on the ground, and sobbing in their mouths.

It must be that his vision is too high and he can't look down upon it.

He took out the opera ticket and said, "Nima, I'm going to perform a tour here, playing the role of the God of Agriculture. Please ask God to take care of your soul."

"No gifts!" Luo Ning frowned slightly, "You guys surround me and make me feel even hotter."

This is also a dog ritual, used when asking for forgiveness.

"According to the rules of the Tubo people, I have prepared a pair of boys and girls to kill and sacrifice to the gods. In this way, it will be more sincere to entertain the gods."

"If Ling Pu dies..."

The little fox girl Bai Yuanyuan had long known that Master would do this. She jumped off her horse and came to the serf's side.

A young man is actually a seventh-grade monk. He must have a good background and must have excellent qualifications.

The experienced Chen Huigen immediately saw that...it was not an act.

"Your tribal envoy has already met with me. He doesn't have time to accompany me. He has to meet the Buddhas at Yanshi Temple."

His tone and look were completely uninteresting.

"If you want to blame it, blame it on yourself for committing evil in your previous life..."

He pointed at the two girls and said in a very natural tone:

"They are still virgins. Although they are vulgar serf girls, they have been raised in the house for several months. Their complexions have become much brighter and they can be used reluctantly."

Looking at the little fox girl next to him, she turned out to be a rare and stunning beauty, and you can tell how good Mr. Luo's vision is.

"Those who don't know whether to live or die!" Zhuangzhu shouted furiously, "If Ling Pu dies, you don't want to live either!"

Although the language he spoke was still Xia, the gestures and etiquette were all Tubo-style.

"Hey, in a manor with tens of thousands of people, there are less than a hundred babies born this year!"

There was no way, Luo Ning was a seventh-grade monk, two realms higher than him, how could he dare to be disrespectful?

It is his master Jin Yanshou, who is also a seventh-grade cultivator.

Chen Huigen led Luo Ning to a monastery and personally escorted Luo Ning inside.

A small village owner lives in such a deep house and compound, which shows how ruthlessly the serfs were exploited.

"It turns out it's Mr. Luo!" Chen Huigen handed back the playbook with both hands, "Master Luo has deigned to come to our village for a tour. I am really lucky to have you in my next life!"

Master hates this village owner very much.

Although the officials and gentry of Great Xia were both scorpions and tigers, at least they still had freedom and were not pigs, horses, cattle or sheep.

Luo Ning played the role of the God of Agriculture, of course, to earn his will power, but he also did it for the sake of these serfs.

"I'll do it." The little fox girl squatted down, took out a bottle of elixir, and applied it on the serf's severed limb.

Nima means the sun, which is a good and auspicious name. But when used on such a person...

"If a man has no wife and children, I will cut off his lifeblood and make him an eunuch! There is no use keeping him anyway!"

Luo Ning shook his head and said: "No need. Since I dare to play the role of the God of Agriculture, I will definitely be able to invite the gods to come to me. No blood sacrifice is required."

"Really? I know a lot of people's thoughts."

This Luo opera actor actually offered to play the role of the God of Agriculture. At least he could give it a try!

If he could really invite a figure of the God of Agriculture to help, then his Spiritual Grape Garden would be saved.

Luo Jiaban followed Chen Huigen into the owner's courtyard, and saw that the pavilions, pavilions, water pavilions and flower corridors inside were really grand.

So Chen Huigen did not force himself and changed the topic again:

This time, every household cannot escape.

From village owners to serfs, they were still Xia people a few decades ago, but now they look more and more like Tubo people.

"If this spiritual grape does not bear fruit, then it is your karmic retribution. It is your sin and you have offended the God of Agriculture."

"This..." Chen Huigen wanted to refute, but swallowed it back, "Then as Master Luo said, everything will depend on Master Luo tomorrow."

Relatively speaking, life in Daxia is easier.

Every time something ominous happens in the village, the owner of the village looks for a scapegoat, and countless people die.

"No matter what, I will definitely make a statement and I will never let Mr. Luo worry about it in vain."

"Let them serve Mr. Luo tonight, because I am afraid that their status will be low and they will humiliate Mr. Luo's status."

"Understood?"

He didn't even dare to ask Luo Ning's surname.

Chen Huigen understood and immediately ordered:

"Master Luo is kind and has a bodhisattva heart. Just give him a bandage and don't let him die and ruin Master Luo's good fortune."

The majestic owner of the village was talking enthusiastically when he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Relying on his seventh-grade cultivation and the popularity of Naqin Mansion, he didn't have to give Chen Huigen face.

"To show our sincerity to the God of Agriculture, all serfs will stop work tomorrow to watch the show."

"It is truly an honor for me to meet you, Your Excellency, today."

Although Luo Ning wanted to squeeze this cruel village owner to death, his expression was very dull.

Luo Ning was very disdainful of this kind of person who bullied the weak and feared the strong, and was unkind for the sake of wealth, but he was too lazy to argue with such people.

In the past, when Tubo opera singers came to perform, they usually had to perform a blood sacrifice ceremony first.
To be continued...