The little boy stood at the stern of the boat and waved vigorously, with a look of reluctance.

Suddenly, Xiao Wu pulled the reins and turned the horse around, "What... is your name?"

"I?"

The little boy scratched his scalp and suddenly regretted that he had not asked his grandfather to ask his master to give him a name.

His eyes suddenly lit up and he shouted.

"You'er! Grandpa calls me You'er! My grandfather's surname is Chen, and my name is Chen You'er!"

…

‘Boom…’

'Dong dong dong...'

The mellow sound of drums echoed in the forest.

The sun shines through the gaps in the leaves and scatters on the forest path. Occasionally, there are a few birds chirping, which coincides with the sound of drums, adding a bit of tranquility.

After getting off the boat, Qin Sang did not choose to go south, but walked along the path along the shore towards the Xiwu Village that everyone said.

Xiao Wu sat on the horse and shook the rattle gently. There was no expression of liking on his face, it was more like a subconscious action.

'puff!'

Suzaku was held down by Qin Sang, and he couldn't even take a bite. He couldn't hold himself back any longer, so he threw himself into the bag and opened his mouth to pick up a piece of bacon.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

The salty smell rushed straight to his forehead, and Suzaku hurriedly spat it out, "Ah! Ah! Ah! It stinks like hell!"

That pot of fish soup just now was really made with this thing?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Seeing Zhuque's embarrassment, Qin Sang laughed loudly.

Luohou raised his front hooves and neighed.

Xiao Wu didn't laugh, but the rattle in his hand shook even more cheerfully.

Suzaku got angry and shouted at them.

"Here, here you go."

After laughing, Qin Sang took out a bowl of fish soup with meat, which he had specially left just now.

Suzaku looked at Qin Sang suspiciously, sniffing here and there, then started to eat with confidence.

The path is winding.

After climbing over a mountain, you can see large tracts of farmland and a village located at the foot of the mountain.

The trail runs through the village and continues to the west. The terrain is always relatively gentle, and farmland and villages can still be seen at the end of the field of view.

Willow trees are planted on both sides of the path. The green trees are like shade and are far more lush than other trees.

The village at the foot of the mountain was deserted, with no smoke visible, and everyone in the village seemed to be gone.

Qin Sang and others continued to move forward until they passed through the fourth village and turned around a mountain col. The front suddenly became lively.

It turned out that the villagers from the five villages had gathered together, and the people were crowded on the roadside.

There was a group of people, carrying a long case in front, and people in the back wearing red and colorful clothes, playing and playing music. Although they were all women, children, old and young, they were still prosperous.

Those who didn't know about it thought there was a temple opera or some happy event here, but there was no joy on everyone's faces and they were all worried.

Qin Sang did not shy away and walked slowly, attracting attention immediately. More and more people noticed them and whispered.

The group of people carrying the long case went straight to the mountain road to the west. The leader was an old man with white hair. He was strong but mentally weak, and his cloudy eyes were full of worry.

He held a long pole and guided the team forward.

The old man who carried the case was not young yet. After walking for a while, he was exhausted. The white-haired old man signaled to stop and rest.

At this time, the white-haired old man noticed the stranger coming. When he saw Qin Sang dressed as a Taoist priest, his eyes lit up, he whispered a few words, put down his long pole, and hurried over to greet him.

"This Immortal..." Walking up to Qin Sang, the white-haired old man first bowed respectfully.

"My Taoist name is Qingfeng, is this old man worshiping the gods?" Qin Sang looked at the long table, which was filled with fruit and incense.

"God...yes! Yes! Yes! Sacrifice to God! You are worshiping God!"

The white-haired old man nodded excitedly, with a look of anticipation on his face, "Master Immortal, you are an expert, you must know about ghosts and gods?"

"Understand a little bit."

Qin Sang nodded slightly, "However, I can't tell what god you are worshiping. When you heard that the locust swarm is coming, are you asking the god to protect you?"

"this……"

The white-haired old man looked behind him, pulled Qin Sang out of the crowd, and bent his legs to kneel down, "Please ask the immortal to give me some guidance!"

Qin Sang held his arms and said, "Why do you need to be so generous, old man? I came here because I heard about this matter. Those who can help will naturally take action. If they can't help, there is nothing they can do."

"To be honest with you, I had a dream two days ago..."

The white-haired old man had been holding it in his mind for an unknown amount of time. Finally, when he met a Taoist priest, he spoke out as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

It turned out that the white-haired old man was the head of the first village, named Yue Kaishan.

A few days ago, Yue Kaishan suddenly had a dream, dreaming of a scholar wearing a green crown.

The scholar said in his dream that the locust god was coming soon and would bring a locust plague, so he asked him to prepare in advance.

Yue Kaishan was awakened on the spot. When he woke up, he found that everything was normal. Unexpectedly, he had the same dream again the next night, and then he realized that it was strange.

He went to the mountain and released the falcon. Unexpectedly, the falcon flew west over several mountains and then flew back. It kept circling in the sky, chirping and screaming, and never went west anyway.

That night, Yue Kaishan had the same dream again, and he couldn't sit still anymore. He would rather believe it was true than believe it was true.

However, the villagers did not believe what happened in the dream, and even if they prayed to the Earth Temple in the village, there was no response.

After much thought, Yue Kaishan forged a letter, and then according to what the scholar in the dream said, he set up a case in Xishan to welcome the Locust God and begged the Locust God to take a detour, but he didn't know if it would work.

During this period, Yue Kaishan was under pressure alone. He didn't want to drink tea or eat, and his body and bones were almost crushed.

"Locust God..."

Qin Sang thoughtfully glanced at the willow tree beside him and said: "It sounds like there are ghosts and gods entering the dream to warn you. The old man will do as the scholar said, and it should be fine. Don't worry, Pindao will not leave before the sacrifice to the gods is over."

After hearing this, Yue Kaishan seemed to have taken a reassurance and returned to the front to continue hosting the ceremony.

The ceremony lasted for three days. The incense table was placed at the Xishan Pass, and new tributes were replaced every morning.

Early morning on the fourth day.

On the mountain road outside the pass, a woman suddenly came riding on a donkey, and it was exactly as the scholar described.

Yue Kaishan led everyone and followed the scholar's instructions, kneeling down and begging: "It's hard for mortals to survive. I hope the Locust God will show mercy and raise his noble hand."

The woman stopped in front of the long desk and snorted, "I hate those chattering willows that block my way! The crop disaster can be avoided. Since you are willing to show up to take the place of the disaster, then you can suffer it yourself."

Having said that, he turned the donkey's head around and headed into the mountains.

Not long after, dark clouds suddenly appeared in the western sky, and locust swarms covered the sky and made a loud buzzing sound.

Everyone was terrified.

They saw the locusts swarming over their heads, but they did not even land on the fields, but gathered all the willows, and then flew into the barren mountains again.

Where locusts passed by, the willow leaves were eaten away, and the originally vibrant willow trees began to wither.

"gone!"

"The locust swarm is gone!"

"I didn't eat the crops! I really didn't eat the crops!"

…

Everyone cheered and cheered after surviving the disaster.

Qin Sang had been standing by the mountain road, witnessing all this, but did not take any action, and the Locust God did not notice him.

Gazing across the remaining willow tree, Qin Sang flicked out a few drops of jade liquid, turning it into drizzle and sprinkling it on the tree.

"Master, why don't you kill her?" Xiao Wu raised his head, looking innocent and confused.
Chapter completed!