That night, Lin Shuo, who had not closed his eyes for several days, lying on his face and fell asleep.

The Lin family has a secret method that allows the descendants to not sleep after entering the mountain. However, this method has a great loss to the body.

Confirm that the surroundings are safe and Lin Shuo will never be polite when he has the conditions to sleep.

Just as he was asleep, a sound of firecrackers outside the house woke Lin Shuo up.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window, it was not yet dawn.

The two women on the bed sat up all of a sudden:

"What time is it?"

"Third to four."

"It's so unethical to set off firecrackers so early. I thought I'd returned to the military camp." Liu Qing muttered and began to put on his clothes quietly, "You guys keep sleeping, I'll go out and take a look."

"Stop sleeping." Lin Shuo said softly as he listened to the movement outside, "The Dragon King Messenger is here."

...

When the four of them got up and left the house, they found that the old man's family was in a dark and silent state, and they were no longer at home.

At the entrance of the village less than a hundred meters away from the old man's house, after the sound of firecrackers, there were waves of gongs and drums.

The four of them followed the sound and turned around the entrance of an alley. Only then did they see that the entrance of the village was crowded with people, and they had already surrounded the three layers inside and the three layers outside.

The villagers were all quiet, standing around the huge snake at the entrance of the village, most of which held torches, making the surrounding area bright as daylight.

At the bottom of the crowd, there were humming sounds that were not like singing, and chanting scriptures was not like chanting scriptures.

Not far from the crowd, there was a red-skinned spruce plant, more than ten meters high, looking quite strong.

A gray donkey tied to the side of the red-skinned spruce.

There was a bucket of beans in front of the donkey, and it was crunching, as if no one was around. Lin Shuo and the other four came over. It just looked up and then continued to put its head into the bucket.

Lin Shuo walked around the donkey, got up the tree in a few seconds, found a branch to settle down, and leaned his back on the trunk.

The two women Liu Qing and Anne also climbed up, with their hands and feet very quickly, especially Anne, who came directly to Lin Shuo's side.

On the contrary, Yang Tuo, the big man, tried it and couldn't get up. He wandered around the bottom of the tree awkwardly, and then sat down against the trunk.

Lin Shuo pulled open the branches in front of him that blocked his vision, and finally saw clearly the scene in the crowd.

Next to the huge snake statue, an old man in his fifties sat.

The old man was wearing a black coat, a blue-gray melon-skin hat on his head, a gray goatee, and a three-string in his hand.

Judging from his outfit, he seemed to be a traditional Chinese rap artist. At this time, he was humming and indeed singing something.

However, Lin Shuo had never heard of this singing style in China. His voice was low and hoarse, and there were only a few tones when it came back and forth. It sounded monotonous at first, but after listening for a long time, it felt quite interesting.

Lin Shuo's identity naturally knows many strange people and strange things in the world. This kind of rap artist is considered the lowest level in the world, and Lin Shuo is not unfamiliar with it.

This kind of singing is never heard of Falinshuo in China, but he knew that any monotonous rap style in this kind of song is often used for narrative.

The music is not important, and the instruments in your hand are even less valuable. What you sell is the lyrics in your mouth.

Lin Shuo listened carefully and slowly understood.

The words in the old man's mouth actually tell a series of stories.

The protagonist of the story is the Black Water Dragon King.

How it was born, how it achieved enlightenment, how it became the dragon god in heaven, why did it come down to earth, why it appeared here, how it helped people here.

The old man's physical strength is really good. This song lasted for more than an hour.

Lin Shuo listened and really listened.

When the old man finished singing, it was already bright and the torches in the villagers' hands had already been extinguished.

"Mr. Lin." Anne asked softly when he saw that the old man had finally finished singing, "Do you think what the old man sang is true?"

"It's a good make-up." Lin Shuo nodded, "This old man is a bit capable."

"Ah? He finally finished singing?" Liu Qing shook his head, "I'm asleep when I heard it."

After singing, the old man in the crowd took the tea handed over by the villagers and took a sip, then slowly stood up and said aloud:

"Everyone has listened, Dragon Prince, I'm not happy recently. The group of foreigners on the other side of the river offended the old man.

The old man was kind and did not take the group of foreigners anyway. He just drove to the other side of the river.

The old man can clearly distinguish it, you are different from them, so I don’t blame you.

However, the Dragon Prince loves us, we cannot be heartless.

In addition to erecting a statue for him, tomorrow, you will prepare some sacrifices and go to the riverside to honor him. This matter will be over.

Everyone is relieved and live a life well. With the Dragon King to protect us."

After saying this, the villagers all smiled.

"The Dragon Prince is wise!"

"I have long disliked this group of foreigners. But at least there are so many lives. If you really beat and kill them, it would be a sin."

"It's great that the Dragon Prince did this!"

"The Dragon Prince is kind-hearted!"

"I didn't say anything, for tomorrow's offering, our family will give away a sheep."

"We have five chickens in our family!"

"Our family has a whole pig!"

...

Accompanied by a clamor higher than a wave, firecrackers lit up next to the crowd.

The villagers scattered around, leaving a larger space in the middle. The gong and drum team began to play and play, and the yangge started to dance.

That joyful atmosphere is just like Lin Shuo's New Year when he was a child.

The people here actually celebrate the tradition of the celebration is very similar to that of the south of Heilongjiang.

However, more than half a century after leaving their hometown, there was another one more in their tradition, that is, this Dragon King Festival.

The Dragon King Envoy in black shirt and green hat presided over another ceremony after the villagers were busy enough.

After he recited a long prayer in front of the snake statue, he led the villagers to kowtow to the huge snake statue.

Hundreds of villagers knelt at the entrance of the village, kowtowed willingly, with uniform movements and very pious.

That solemn sense of ritual is shocking.

After doing this, the villagers next to them set off another string of firecrackers. This set of rituals that have been slowly agreed upon for nearly a hundred years seemed to be over. The originally solemn expression on the Dragon King messenger's face also relaxed.

The people in the open space at the entrance of the village began to disperse gradually.

The old man took a bag of corn flour from the villagers and waved his hand again, as if he had refused something.

He walked out of the crowd with the small bag of flour and walked towards the red spruce tree where Lin Shuo was.

When he walked closer, he saw Yang Tuo sitting under the tree. He was slightly stunned and said nothing, but hung the flour bag in his hand on the donkey.

Then he took off his coat and put it in the donkey's luggage, took out a short black suit from the luggage and replaced it.

He was wearing leg trousers and cloth shoes, and changed into a top, and his whole body became compact and neat.

After changing his clothes, the Dragon King messenger looked up at Lin Shuo on the tree, with a normal expression. He took off the donkey and walked out of the village.

Lin Shuo discovered that there were four bags of flour on the donkey he accompanied. It seemed that this village was not the first stop of his trip, nor should it be the last stop.

As soon as Lin Shuo made a gesture, the four of them went down the tree, stood up, and hung behind the Dragon King Messenger from a distance.

The old man's donkey was just used for camels, and he didn't sit on it himself. However, the old man's legs were much faster than ordinary people.

Following him over a mountain, the other ones of the four were nothing. Yang Tuo, who was a scholar, was so tired that he was out of breath.

Liu Qing took out the trolley phone of his backpack and contacted Wei Xingshan on the mountain. Seeing that the woman had already arranged it, Lin Shuo simply turned into the dense forest alone.

The huge recurve bow, Zhui Ye, had been separated from Lin Shuo for a whole day, and was originally under the supervision of Xiao Ba and Wei Xingshan.

Now that Liu Qing was contacting Wei Xingshan to intercept people, he thought of returning to the temporary camp immediately and taking Zhui Ye with him.

As soon as I entered the mountains, I was surrounded by Zhui Ye and Xiao Ba, so I was always more at ease.

I picked up Xiao Ba and Zhui Ye from the temporary camp on the mountain, and then returned to the mountain road. Lin Shuo heard a noise coming from the front.
Chapter completed!