Ye Xiaomeng glanced at him and said, "Why are you doing seeing my mother if you have nothing to do?"
” "Don't do anything, just say that."
Ye Shaoyang shrugged.
The pony smiled evilly: "Uncle comes to the door, I always want to see you." ” Ye Shaoyang and Ye Xiaomeng kicked him together.
After it was over, Ye Xiaomeng blushed and glanced at Ye Shaoyang: "Don't you beat my idea." ” "What am I trying to do with you?"
Ye Shaoyang's grievance, "He is joking with you, what does it have to do with me." ” "Who knows if you instructed me to think in this direction, and if I say it, it will come true."
No way!
The logic is simply divine.
Ye Shaoyang was speechless.
After entering Wangjia Village, almost all the people from the four villages came, like rushing to the market, gathered in front of an ordinary house in the east of the village, and several policemen were maintaining order and blocking the house from letting people in.
And the situation in the courtyard amazed Ye Shaoyang and others: Gu Jian's witch assistant was directing a few Tsing Yi people to walk around the courtyard wall, putting up some wooden planks from the fence, supporting them with columns below, and from below, forming a rice shape, covering the entire courtyard, this was obviously a formation.
Under the leadership of Jiang Jianhua, Ye Shaoyang walked into the courtyard with Ye Xiaomeng, and when he came to the northeast corner of the house, he immediately saw Gu Jian, who was directing two people in Tsing Yi to pile a large pile of realgar in a certain place, forming a ring, revealing a vacant land with a diameter of about one meter in the middle, here, is the lair of the drought.
On the outer layer of the realgar pile, there was a circle of sulfur, then cinnabar, and finally a pile of firewood, and it was clear that Gu Jian's plan was to burn the darthorn to death.
"Dry, down there?"
Jiang Jianhua looked at the open space a little nervously and said, "Then how does it usually come out?"
” "Its true body usually doesn't need to come out at all, the corpse gathers souls, and it can walk through the soil."
Ye Shaoyang glanced at Gu Jian's arrangement and said: "Although this thing is annoying, but this arrangement is right, although the drought can't act for half a day, but in case of any accidents, his arrangements can also be handled." ” Jiang Jianhua said: "Can there be any accidents?"
” Ye Xiaomeng took over the conversation and said, "That's not for sure, Lu has three changes, and it won't be willing to be ambushed." ” Ye Shaoyang nodded, there are three changes in the Drought Fish, which are corpse transformation, qi transformation, and corpse explosion, this is not the key, the key is that he always feels that the Drought Fish is just a character in this supernatural event, and its companions may not be willing to be ambushed and killed like this, and will think of rescue, which is what he is worried about.
Gu Jian saw the three of them, his eyes turned on Ye Shaoyang and Ye Xiaomeng's faces, smiled contemptuously, walked up to them, and said, "I'm sorry to steal the limelight from you, if you two are unwilling, you can be an assistant to me and share your credit." ” The words were full of provocation and contempt, indicating that he held a grudge against being slapped in the face by Ye Xiaomeng in the cemetery that day.
Ye Xiaomeng was very angry, but he couldn't say anything, after all, the matter of fighting drought is related to the safety of the whole set of people, and it is not good to curse others for failure.
"This dead thing, if he is allowed to kill the drought, he will have to go to the sky."
Ye Xiaomeng said indignantly.
Ye Shaoyang smiled indifferently, didn't say anything, turned around and walked out of the house.
After about ten minutes, Gu Jian finished arranging, beckoned all the disciples to arrange the altar outside the courtyard gate, and then went into the house by himself, changed into a costume, and brought a mask covered with oil paint.
Gu Jian began to worship the heavens and pray, and then someone blew the horn of the cow, and a disciple with a monster mask began to dance in the open space, Gu Jian held a peachwood sword, and fought with it back and forth.
"Damn, it's this ...... again," Pony said boredly.
However, those villagers watched it with relish, as if they were watching a play, and cheered a few times from time to time.
Ye Shaoyang looked around and saw that there were many children and old people in the crowd, and bowed his head to Jiang Jianhua and said: "Can you let the old people and children who are over sixty-five years old go back, the drought is very terrifying, it is best not to let them see it, and there are women who belong to dragons and rabbits, and they must also be avoided." ” Jiang Jianhua frowned and said: "I can understand that I don't let the children and the elderly visit, I'm afraid of being scared, but what's wrong with the woman who belongs to the dragon and the rabbit?"
” "The dartfish eat dragon meat and drink the blood of rabbits, these two women of the genus see the drought, there is no major event, but the year will not go well."
Jiang Jianhua thought about it, nodded, found several village chiefs respectively, and said this, as soon as several village chiefs combined, whether they supported it or not, the police officer's face still had to be given, so he cooperated with the police summoned by Jiang Jianhua to maintain order, and began to clear the scene, and the crowd surged, and soon it was about one-third less.
Ye Bo squeezed to Ye Xiaomeng's side and watched the "performance" with them.
"Hello uncle!"
Ye Shaoyang felt that politeness was still necessary, so he said hello.
Ye Bo nodded, lowered his voice and said to Ye Xiaomeng: "Although this Mr.
Gu has such a character, he still has mana, if there is anything in the future, don't toss, let the master deal with it." ” "Master, I'm phew!"
Ye Xiaomeng was seriously unconvinced.
Ye Bo sighed and shook his head, there is a big implication that young people don't know the height of the sky.
"Wang Dashan is here!"
A voice rang out from the crowd.
Ye Shaoyang followed everyone's gaze and saw a bald man wearing a robe and coat, walking along the mountain road, followed by a few people who looked like followers.
Wang Dashan looked to be in his fifties, tall and strong, with long eyebrows and kind eyes, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, with a gentle smile on his face, constantly waving to people.
From his gentle face, Ye Shaoyang saw a trace of majesty and fortitude, and expressed his understanding in his heart that a successful person who is in the business field must have this kind of character, but in the face of the villagers, there is no need to show it.
Wang Dashan stopped when he walked to the periphery of the crowd and a certain distance, squinted, and quietly watched the performance of Gu Jian and his party.
After waiting for a long time, the annoying performance finally ended.
Gu Jian changed his clothes that were easy to move, and he didn't rub anymore, so the two of them took the shovel and began to dig in the open space between the piles of magic medicines.
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Gu Jian supervised himself, and then asked the disciples to climb the fence and walk along the improvised wooden planks to the four corners of the house, each holding an umbrella in his hand, the outer layer was shiny, as if it had something like tin foil pasted on.
Ye Shaoyang looked up at the sky, the original cloudy clouds were absorbed by the drought two days ago, and now the weather is very sunny and the sun is shining.
When the pit was dug for more than a meter, the soil turned black, and there was a faint hint of residual red.