Chapter 22 Red stars fall from the sky, Liang Yan flies low

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 22 Red stars fall from the sky, Liang Yan flies low

"Me too. My dad said he was bragging. He said Gu Jiazui couldn't even cook, but he still detoxifies? It's a big joke."

The children all told Jing Zhao what they had heard from their adults.

Jing Zhao was delighted to hear this, and it seemed that the result he wanted had been achieved.

"Uncle Gu, do you really know how to detoxify big insects?" A child in the crowd said louder than the others.

Jing Zhao looked at him and smiled mysteriously: "Next time, I will perform it for you in person."

His eyes sparkled: "That's it!"

"I don't believe my father's words anymore. He said you are a fake, but the food you cook is so delicious. He also said you can't cure the poison of the giant insect, but you can certainly cure it. Uncle Gu, you are so amazing!"

In an instant, Jing Zhao received admiring glances from pairs of eyes. He was so virtuous and capable that one day he would be loved by a group of children.

"Ahem, just average, third in the world." Jing Zhao said modestly, "You go and have some fun."

After the children said goodbye to Jing Zhao one by one, they followed Xiaohu and Xiaoyun and slipped out of the back door. The tall man walked at the end, and Jing Zhao happened to call him.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The boy turned back: "An Nanhuai."

"Your name is very nice. Come back tomorrow and I will cook for you tomorrow," Jing Zhao said.

An Nanhuai folded his hands and saluted again: "Thank you very much, Mr. Gu."

Jing Zhao waved his hand and said with a smile: "You're welcome."

"Boss Gu."

A timid call came from behind him.

Jing Zhao turned around and saw that there was another person in the yard. This person was the chubby little guy she had brought in just now.

An Zhiping stood awkwardly in front of Gu Jingzhao, not daring to look up at him.

"Boss Gu..." He paused for a long time, "Do you have food?"

Gu Jingzhao paused for a moment, suddenly not understanding the meaning of his words.

"You, are you not full yet?" Jing Zhao smiled and said, "I'll serve you another bowl."

An Zhiping waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, that's not what I meant. I want to say..."

"Um?"

An Zhiping swallowed a sip of saliva, clenched his fists tightly with both hands, looked at Jing Zhao with concentration, and said seriously: "Boss Gu, you, you are a good person, but... you should be more careful."

"Why?" Jing Zhao asked.

"I, I..." An Zhiping's chubby little face struggled for a long time, and after a while, he made up his mind: "It's my dad... they want to burn down your shop and steal your food."

Little Fatty burst into tears and told the story of the incident while crying.

After Jing Zhao listened, he was silent for a long time. He guessed that An Feng had some hidden agenda, but he didn't expect that this guy was so vicious that he wanted to set fire to him.

"Uncle Gu, run away. My father is the head of the township, and the villagers all obey him. I don't want him to go to jail for murder, and I don't want you to die. As long as you leave Xiaxi, nothing will happen."

Gu Jingzhao laughed twice and patted his head, "Thank you for the reminder, I will be careful tomorrow."

It's impossible for him to leave. What will happen to Aning if he leaves, what will happen to the Shandan family, and what will happen to the Qing family? He has to stay, in order to save people, and also for the praise coupons.

Jing Zhao personally sent him out and told him, "Thank you so much, Zhiping. I will be careful and will not let your father go to jail. But after you go back, you can't mention the fact that you met me today to anyone, including your father."

Neither can your mother."

An Zhiping opened his big eyes, "Do you really have any idea?"

Jing Zhao smiled easily and stroked his head, "Of course."

After An Zhiping left, Jing Zhao filled a bowl of chicken soup with Aning's exclusive bowl. He took the soup and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in."

Aning's voice was weak. He sat on the bedside and sipped the soup. His movements were as graceful as ever. When Jing Zhao saw him eating, it was like he was appreciating a work of art.

The one he made for Aning was a special version with less oil and less salt, which was very suitable for the wounded.

"Are you feeling better? Does the wound still hurt?" Jing Zhao looked nervously at his injured abdomen.

"I'm not a sick chicken, this little injury can't hurt me."

Little sick chicken?? Who does this mean?

Jing Zhao was fuming. He didn't know who was so dizzy that morning that he couldn't walk, or who had to be carried back by himself!

Aning drank the last mouthful of soup and placed the bowl on the table.

"Gu Hei, your plan must be started in advance." An Ning said, with a hint of seriousness in his tone.

Jing Zhao frowned slightly, with doubts in his heart: "But your physical condition is not optimistic now, please wait a little longer."

"Wait until someone comes and burns you to death in the store?"

"No, no." Jing Zhao waved his hand, "Red stars are falling from the sky, Liang Yan is flying low, there will be heavy rain tomorrow."

Aning was silent for a moment after hearing this, "Gu Jingzhao, you must take action tomorrow."

Aning said word by word: "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It will be very difficult to get such an opportunity next time."

"But……"

Aning suddenly slapped him on the arm, "A man will do whatever he says. He should be decisive in everything. What's the matter with you bitch?!"

Jing Zhao burst into tears after being slapped by him.

Is this brat really a casualty? How can he still show such strength despite being so sick?

Jing Zhao was dragged up by Aning: "Hurry up, let's start." He sat on the threshold and directed Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao said: "Since we want to create a god, we must make me an unshakable and deep-rooted existence in their hearts."

"The first step is that I will deliver food to them tomorrow. I have saved the food in advance. Then you will perform a play with me. I will perform a ritual like the great witch praying to God on weekdays to let them know that I am with the great witch.

Generally, one can sense the heaven and earth.

In the second step, I want Anfeng to set fire to me, but it won't burn me to death. I want this heavy rain to prove to me that I am the messenger of God, and no one in this mortal world can touch me in the slightest.

The third step is to ask them to find my golden body for me, make them believe that I am the god of heaven, build a temple for me, and worship me every day."

Aning said: "The first two steps are fine, but in the end...how to find your golden body?"

Jing Zhao chuckled: "Have you ever heard of soybean sprouting?"

Aning frowned slightly and shook his head.

Gu Dasheng and Jing Zhao gave up at this moment, "Just wait until I put on a good show for you!"

"Okay, in order to ensure the success of our performance tomorrow, I will teach you some moves now." Jing Zhao said while dancing.

This is a complete new system of rituals that he combined with the Nuo dance and Dong dance of the Kanyi people to perform ghost worship and worship, as well as some worship rituals in the shaman culture.

He taught it once, and Aning learned it immediately, "Why are your rituals slightly different from those of the great witch?"

Jing Zhao smiled again, that was a big difference!

Neither is a cultural system.

The two practiced in the yard twice more, and after they cooperated tacitly, they went back to their room to sleep.

The next day.

At dawn, someone banged on the door of Anfeng's house frantically, "Something happened to the mayor! Go and have a look."
Chapter completed!