He walked up to the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall, holding three sticks of incense in his hand, and placed them in front of the tablet.

The whole person's voice was sad, angry and helpless:

"O ancestors! O wandering elves passing by, and great gods and immortals from all walks of life, please come out and save our village!"

"Save these children in our village!!!"

After finishing speaking, the old man kowtowed several times in front of the memorial tablet in the ancestral hall.

See this scene.

The old men in front couldn't help but knelt down and kowtowed with tears in their eyes, and everyone felt desperate.

For a time, the entire ancestral temple, which was already a little sad, suddenly became even more depressed.

Countless cries and wailings sounded, and the sounds of people kneeling down, kowtowing, and getting up to burn incense were mixed in:

"Ancestor, please save us~"

"Master Youshen, fellow immortals, please save my son~"

"I kowtow to you~"

"..."

Wail after wail, scream after scream, they were grieving for the future of the entire village.

The old men are in despair one by one, and the whole village is about to be boiled to death by boiling frogs in warm water.

Hand over this boy and girl.

I'm afraid the backbone of the entire village will be broken.

This precedent was set.

I'm afraid it will get worse in the future.

This old monster is very cunning. He knows how to test the frog bit by bit first and then slowly boil the frog in warm water.

Force cannot solve things.

They can't even pray to gods.

The sky is not responding, the earth is not working, even if you go to the city to find someone to report to the official, you still can't do it.

They are trapped by monsters!

Just like the chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs they raise, sooner or later they will become lambs to be slaughtered on the table!

Just when the smoke filled the ancestral hall, when everyone in the ancestral hall knelt down and kowtowed and begged.

On top next to the ancestral incense.

On top of a huge incense burner, there seems to be a magical world in the darkness.

A figure wearing a Taoist robe, exuding a hazy spiritual light, was quietly watching the people in the entire ancestral hall with his eyes.

Look at him carefully.

Seeing this being who lives in the land of gods and is like an ancestral spirit and immortal god, who is he but Wei Yi?

He came here early in the morning.

Because the incense in this ancestral hall is not just for this one village, but the thoughts of dozens of villages at the mouth of the entire river.

The reason why they are concentrated in this village.

It's just because this Dali Village is home to the main ancestral lineage, which is more bloody and rebellious than other villages.

It can be said.

Complete from beginning to end, from lighting the incense to praying and kowtowing, and even during the whole process of their speaking.

Wei Yi saw it clearly.

Little bits of incense, from the villages, from dozens of villages across the river plain, turned into wisps of blue smoke, falling over the ancestral hall.

Wisp after wisp of blue smoke drifted.

After a while, he followed the large piece of incense that was being lit and slowly entered the realm of the gods.

For a while.

Originally it was just a land of nothingness, just a spiritual realm created by a thought in the dark. At this moment, golden flowers are blooming in the realm.

The sky shines with divine light, and the earth surges with golden lotuses.

Countless ancestors were offering sacrifices there, and the voices of prayer seemed to be reaching Weiyi's ears from thousands of miles away.

This is the inheritance of bloodline.

He roared even more unwillingly.

Now, all hope and all despair are blooming in this land of gods.

Wei Yi, on the other hand, watched this scene quietly, understanding the causes and changes.

Finally, Wei Yi sighed:

"Alas~, I still can't stand it after all."

At this moment, he has decided to take care of it.

After all, whether it was the ownerless incense that completed the task or the sad and angry scene at this moment, he was unable to make sense of his thoughts.

Moreover.

Now, more than half a year has passed since he met the Yin Shen.

Now, he has mastered what he needs to master.

All in all, he can be considered a veteran Yin Shen figure as he is in charge of three powerful magic weapons.

The Taoist temple has developed well in the past six months, and Yunhai has also worked very hard, traveling to hundreds of cities, and now he can be considered to have achieved something.

The Taoist temple, which originally had only six people, was now much more lively.

A dozen little guys followed them all day long to study and practice martial arts, learning according to the rules of the Taoist temple.

The whole Taoist temple became much more alive.

The other juniors watched the little guys who were shouting "Master is long, Master is short, Master is short, Master is long, Master is short" all day long, dancing in front of them.

Everyone was too happy to shut up.

Everything is developing for the better and everything is so full of vitality.

did not expect.

Now, the first thought of incense he sensed, the first ownerless incense, turned out to be caused by demons.

"But that's right. Nowadays, there are only a few things that can have such strong thoughts about incense."

In such a relatively peaceful era.

In such a world where demons, ghosts, monsters, immortals and Buddhas exist.

This ghostly mischief is almost the reason why the incense is at its most prosperous, and it is also the reason why the thoughts of the incense and the origin of the world gather together faster.

finally.

Night falls.

After all, they still haven't made up their minds, and are more hesitant about the future.

The more you know, the more terrifying it becomes.

The seniors in several clans and the old men in the family are all clearly showing the terror of monsters.

They don't know how to do it.

However.

Just when everyone is bored.

Just when everyone returned to their homes to rest and cry, a young man holding a steel fork gently opened his door.

Then, he closed it gently:

"Crunch~"

Looking at the village under the moonlight.

Seeing the lights on in every household and the quiet and peaceful village, he gritted his teeth.

The steel fork in his hand is squeezed harder, and the whole person is even more confident:

"What is the so-called old goblin?"

"I will let him return to the west today. Even if I risk my life, I can't let him harm our village!"

The words fell.

Just watch him tighten his straw hat, press the kettle next to him, and then put the grain baggage he was carrying on his back with all his strength.
To be continued...