Facing his father-in-law's question, Ding Zhijing frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I don't think so. There is no way the thieves would give so much horse meat to the villagers."
"My father-in-law, if you have so much horsemeat, would you be willing to share it?"
Huang Youcai was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this problem.
He may also share some, but not so much.
"Even if they have good intentions and have neither the perpetrator nor evidence, how can they report it to the government? You can't just say they are thieves, but they are thieves."
"Compared to the water ghost thieves, they are already considered great good people."
Huang Youcai was asked.
Generally speaking, this group of people are very friendly, polite, and have an extraordinary bearing; while the water ghost thieves are vicious and violent, and their arrogance cannot be concealed at all. The two are not on the same level at all.
Ding Zhijing added: "After so many things, Qingshi Town has become a little more stable... My father-in-law, according to your statement, it is indeed possible that they were born in a big family, traveled thousands of miles, and escaped from far away."
"The public security in the Shanhai Realm is deteriorating. Qingshi Town is located in a remote location and has no special products. As long as the other party does not openly rebel, the imperial court will turn a blind eye and not care about the troubles in this corner."
Huang Youcai sighed. It was indeed true. Only when there was a plague spreading everywhere in Qingshi Town, the imperial court would take care of it and seal the city off.
As for other things, I really don’t have that much effort.
Ding Zhijing added: "My father-in-law, there are people on the other side who are rich. If you dare to go against them, I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster."
"On the contrary, my brother-in-law got along well with them."
"Let's do this. Either you sell the land at a cheaper price and go to Fenghua City to retire. Or I will give you a transmission talisman. If there is really something important, you can transmit it immediately. Don't use it randomly, it is very expensive."
Huang Youcai took the transmission talisman, a piece of yellow talisman paper with various ghost talismans drawn on it, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "It is impossible to escape. After so many years, I can't bear to sell those lands cheaply. Oh,
By the way, there’s one more thing.”
He also told about "Li Qingshan"'s resurrection from the dead.
"Resurrection from the dead..."
Ding Zhijing smiled and said: "I suspect that you are mistaken, my father-in-law. It may be a deception like twins. Those big families cultivate dead warriors from an early age. If one person dies, he can deceive all of you, so it is worth it."
Mr. Huang murmured: "Twin death warriors... I never thought about this. It turns out to be a trick. No wonder..."
"Even the dead witch was deceived. I said that there is no way to resurrect her in the world."
Ding Zhijing said: "My father-in-law, you are wrong. There really is a technique of resurrection from the dead in the world."
"But of course it is extremely difficult...it takes the gods on the suspended mountain to do it, and it also requires fresh corpses...if they are all blown to ashes, how can they be resurrected?"
Ding Zhijing raised a hand and pointed at the suspended mountain peaks.
Mr. Huang was slightly shocked. He had never thought that the power of gods could bring the dead back to life!
Of course, when his son-in-law said this, he was a little relieved.
"It must be multiple births. Let's not pursue this matter for now."
Ding Zhijing's voice dropped again: "Do you know the name of this god?"
Mr. Huang said: "I don't know either. That god has no supernatural power and looks like an ordinary stone that has been blown by the wind and rain."
"But somehow, the more I look at it, the more I feel that the statue is like a god descending to earth, with an indescribable charm. Although your father-in-law and I don't have any ink in my stomach, I still have good eyesight..."
He blinked his eyes and lowered his voice: "In comparison, the sore mother is like that... turtle!"
Huang Youcai pulled up his sleeves, looking a little anxious, but he didn't dare to say anything bad about "sores give birth to a big mother".
The king of hell is easy to see, but the devil is difficult to deal with.
The real great god is too lazy to pay attention to him, but the sore mother can take care of him.
"Hey, they are just turtles... Even the turtle spirit mother is a bigger turtle. I suspect they all came out of the same nest. They all like to eat aquatic products and don't eat people." Ding Zhijing said with a smile.
"How about we go and worship?" Huang Youcai said, "I'm just afraid that another evil god will come. You can go and see it, it can be used as a reference."
"OK."
The two of them walked out of the room.
In the middle of the night, Qingshi Town was still lively. The butchers took advantage of the fact that the horse carcasses were still fresh, dissecting the horse meat all night long, and there were many people helping.
The town was filled with a faint smell of blood.
The firelight used in each kitchen was also a very strange oil lamp provided by the "Great Witch" and others.
The fire was extremely bright, and the lamp oil was consumed very slowly, as if it would never go out.
Some people call it the "inextinguishable lamp" and say it is the lamp oil gifted by the "Mother of Sores".
It seems that everything is caused by the "big mother of sores"...
However, the new temple located on the east side of the town is quite deserted.
Gods have their own majesty, and under normal circumstances, no one dares to go in and chat a few words.
This new temple was originally the ancestral hall of a large family, and it was considered the most luxurious house in the town.
"This is the old Zhang family. They were quite courageous. They abandoned their ancestral home and ran away ten years ago."
"I bought this house and converted it into a temple, which is a good thing."
Huang Youcai took his son-in-law into the temple.
There is no gatekeeper here. After all, the "god" is alive, and it is impossible for thieves to dare to sneak in.
"Great witch, are you there?"
No one responded.
"It seems that he is still busy there."
In the side hall on the side, the two of them found the tablet of "The Mother of Sores" and offered fish and shrimps. The number of sacrifices was huge.
He muttered: "The mortal world is like a prison, all living beings are suffering, reincarnation is endless, and sorrows are endless. Take pity on me, the world. Gods descend from the sky, sores appear on the big mother, and my hometown is empty."
This sentence can be regarded as the standard configuration of all Daodao temples. The four words "The Great Mother of Sores" can be modified at will, and the words "The Great Mother of Turtle Spirits" are also common.
"Please bless my whole family to be safe and healthy, and bless Qingshi Town to have good weather and a good harvest in the coming year."
Just some regular polite words.
After a while, the offerings in the basket began to emit a faint mist.
After the fog passed, it disappeared directly.
The "gods" of the mountains and seas truly enjoyed the sacrifices.
As for whether the "big sore mother" will bless their family, that is another matter...
Immediately afterwards, the two of them took another step and came to the "main hall" in the center, and glanced at the stone statue placed in the center.
"How about it, am I right?" Mr. Huang didn't dare to say anything and just said a few words in a vague way.
"How about going in and paying homage?"
"Alright."
Anyway, you won't lose a piece of meat if you worship.
But soon, Mr. Huang was in trouble.
There is no so-called futon here, and it seems that people are not allowed to kneel down. There is not even an incense burner for placing incense, let alone offering incense.
There is only a solitary statue of Humohu, standing in the center of the table.
It has an unattractive appearance and has been flattened by the wind, but no matter how you look at it, it has an unimaginably huge momentum.
Even mortals can sense the subtle momentum hidden behind it: it wants nothing from the world.
There is an "eternal lamp" nearby, emitting a milky white light.
After looking at it for a few times, the two decided to make a few simple bows with their hands folded and the cross crossed.
"This great god, I, Huang Youcai, may the great god bless my Qingshi Town with good weather and peace every year."
After paying homage, the two of them ran out happily in that depressing environment.
Ding Zhijing was silent for a moment and thought: "There are indeed some wonderful things..."
He forced his words and said: "But this statue is a little inferior in terms of momentum compared to the Turtle Spirit Mother in the city."
To be continued...