There are three little clay figurines, each about ten centimeters above the ground.
They are all made to look like dolls, with a gold thread wrapped around their necks.
They look pretty chubby. otbnkotgt Three little clay figures with golden bodies.
It is a replica of the method of using clay to knead a statue of the Buddha to invite the Bodhisattva to appear in the art of Shangmao.
In other words, it is to invite the clay Bodhisattva to fall to the ground.
The Taoist priest who took out the little clay figurines took a few steps forward, patted each of the three little clay figurines on their heads a few times with his hand, and muttered something in a low voice, which seemed to be a spell for casting a spell.
Suddenly, the still little clay figurine started to move slowly.
At first, the movement was not large, but its arms and legs shook slightly, and it took a step forward like a toddler.
"Haha hehe" Soon, the sound of some children laughing and playing came over.
It was not only me who heard these sounds, but everyone also stuck their heads out and looked around.
"Where does the child's laughter come from?"
"Yes, I also heard the voices of children.
Why are there children here?"
People around were talking a lot.
I looked around and quickly landed on the three little clay figurines.
They moved staggeringly, and the mud on their bodies seemed to fall to the ground as if they had fallen.
Logically speaking, since they were not really alive.
He is neither a demon nor an earth beast, so why can he speak?
Even though he has cast a spell, he is just three pieces of mud, and he is still completely different from a real child.
You can listen carefully.
But it really made me feel that those sounds came from the mouths of these three little clay figures.
"Don't worry, walk slowly.
You will learn it soon."
The Taoist priest who cast the spell said with a smile, like a loving father.
The child's laughter faded, but many people discovered that the laughter came from these three little clay figures.
By this time, everyone had their eyes on the little clay figurine.
Then I saw one of the little clay men fell to the ground after taking only a few steps.
The weak clay leg suddenly broke off, and immediately a noisy cry like a child came from the mouth of the little clay figurine, and it slapped the ground.
Trying to put the broken leg back on again.
I watched this scene with cold eyes, not knowing if it was my imagination, but it seemed that the movements of these little clay figures were much more flexible now than before.
Whether he walks or behaves well, he looks more and more like a normal child.
"Haha, this baby is still crying."
"Isn't this just a clay doll?
I thought it was some powerful trick.
Did Maoshan miss this time?"
The people around laughed and laughed, but they saw the clay doll with a broken leg slowly getting up from the ground, and then staggering forward a few steps.
Two little clay figurines also gathered around.
The three little clay figurines looked like an amiable family together.
At this moment, the Taoist priest took a few steps forward, smiled and took out a small cloth bag from his arms.
This cloth bag was only the size of a palm.
When I saw that he had taken out the object, my heart suddenly tightened.
He was thinking about some powerful talisman or magic weapon, but to his surprise, he opened the cloth bag and took out three small wooden knives.
A wooden knife is only about five or six centimeters long.
It looks about the same length as a nail clipper for cutting nails.
Moreover, the workmanship is not meticulous, and the surface texture is rough.
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It looks like a rough weapon I made for my own toys when I was a child.
It does not look like a powerful magic weapon at all.
I couldn't help scratching my head when I saw this scene.
Could it be that I saw it wrong?
Why do I feel that these guys in Maoshan don't have the intention to compete with me?
"Are you going to fight or make substitutions?"
I shouted angrily.
The Taoist priest on the opposite side looked at me and said with a smile: "Isn't this going to start soon?"
His words stunned me, but I saw three little clay figures walking to the cloth bag.
One person picked up a small wooden knife, made several gestures in his hand, and then started fighting with each other happily.
I was about to speak when I heard two small wooden knives making a "clang" sound when they collided together.
The sound was like the sound of metal hitting each other.
Everyone who heard this strange noise was stunned, as if the three little clay figures were holding something other than wooden knives.
But an iron dagger.
"Haha, hey, hey," the fight broke out.
The extremely happy little clay figures became more and more excited as they played, and they laughed like children among themselves.
At this time, the Taoist priest bent down and patted the ground gently.
The three little clay figurines immediately walked over and gathered around him.
I saw the Taoist priest's lips moving, probably saying to the three little clay figurines.
They said something very quickly and simply, and then all the little clay figures turned their heads and stared at me.
And ran towards me quickly.
Sure enough, after a period of adaptation, these little clay figurines suddenly became very agile and ran like normal children, even faster.
"Hey, yeah, yeah," the three little clay figurines shouted, holding up wooden knives, as if children playing a horse-riding war game were running towards me.
Anyone who sees this scene will only find it funny rather than dangerous.
I am the same, and I don’t even mean to take any precautions.
What can the three little clay figurines stacked up and not reaching my waist even with three hoes and wooden knives be able to poke a hole in my body really do?
Such an idea just came into my mind.
In the next second, three little clay figures ran in front of me.
The one closest to me, the one who broke his leg before, raised his head and shouted at me, and then He scratched my leg with the seemingly useless wooden knife.
To be honest, I didn't feel much, just a slight itchiness.
Plus I didn’t pay much attention to it through my pants.
At the same time, two other little clay figures also ran over.
One stood next to my left foot and the other stood next to the heel of my right foot.
Then they took a wooden knife and chopped at my calf.
I seemed to have suddenly traveled to the dwarf country in the Western story, and became a giant that everyone there must look up to.
"Okay, okay" I raised my foot and kicked the three little clay figures away.
The three little clay figures really couldn't withstand my kick.
One of them was kicked away and fell to the ground with half of his body broken.
Lying on the ground, he was pulling the surrounding soil to fill himself.
I smiled coldly, feeling that a duel suddenly turned into such a ridiculous farce, but when I lowered my head and looked at my pants, the smile on my face instantly solidified, because I was looking at my pants.
Reached the slits that were cut.
They were so densely packed vertically and horizontally that I couldn’t even count how many cuts they had made.
But where did these gaps in my pants come from?
I would definitely not wear such a pair of tattered pants when I go out.
Could it be that I accidentally scratched them somewhere?
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It’s not right.
If I ripped my pants, they would probably be torn.
A big hole was made, but the intertwined horizontal and vertical strips in front of him looked like they had been torn open by a sharp weapon.
Could it be the three little clay figurines who just cut around me?
But they obviously only had three wooden knives in their hands.
I bent down and checked.
I was wearing a pair of canvas jeans today, and because of the winter, I wore them thicker.
My calves were not injured, but the canvas was badly torn.
In addition, I have heard the sound of metal colliding with wooden knives before.
Could it be that what they are holding is not a wooden knife but an iron thing?
The next gap, it seems, these three wooden knives are not simple "Ah" the little clay figurine who had half of his body broken cried and stood up from the ground.
The other two little clay figurines hurriedly came forward to comfort them.
The three little guys gathered together and didn't know what they were talking about.
Soon The crying stopped.
The three little clay figurines looked at me at the same time and walked towards me.
Having already noticed something was wrong with the wooden knife, I immediately became alert.
However, I thought they would rush up to attack me again, but I didn't expect that the three little clay figures jumped at the same time.
The moment they jumped into the air and landed on the ground, they burrowed into the soil strangely, and disappeared in front of my eyes in an instant.
"Drilling into the ground" I was slightly startled, and immediately looked around, and found that three different qi were swimming rapidly under the soil, changing into three directions and launching a fierce attack on me: