The spring light suddenly disappeared and ominous clouds shrouded it.

At some point, a black shadow riding a sheep floated eerily under the eaves of the stage, looming.

The black shadow wore a long robe and a bamboo hat and held a staff. It looked very ancient. The sheep it was riding had a pair of curly horns and a long beard.

This characteristic couldn't be more distinct, it is the God of Plague that makes people change their minds.

To be precise, it is a shadow of the God of Plague.

At this time, it was floating quietly on the stage, seeming to be silently paying attention to everything around it.

Thousands of villagers gathered around the stage, everyone could see clearly, and all of them remained silent! ωωw..net

All children have their mouths tightly covered by their parents and elders.

Even Cai Ji, a dignified seventh-grade Confucian scholar, looked solemn at this time and did not dare to make any mistakes.

The magical powers of Confucianism cultivators cannot deal with the treacherous and eccentric God of Plague.

He can't help it!

For some unknown reason, these ancient gods left over from ancient times hardly interact with Confucian cultivators. Whenever Confucian cultivators take the initiative to contact them, they are unwilling to respond.

They mainly contact the government through spiritual officials.

Cai Ji took out a document from the fish bag again with cold eyes, and then said softly: "Tuo County City God's Temple, pass!"

The document suddenly ignited without fire and emitted a white light.

This is the standard flying document of the Celestial Empire. It is a valuable communication magic weapon. It can send messages as far as three hundred miles. The disadvantage is that it is not very reliable and the other party sometimes cannot receive it.

However, the Town God's Temple in this county is only more than a hundred miles away. Cai Ji has lost his third flying slip, and there is no way that the Town God Xuanqian will not receive it.

There is only one reason why Xuan Qian deliberately failed to receive it!

As the head of the county's spiritual officials, Xuan Qian has no concern for this matter. Even the county magistrate would have trouble handling it, let alone a county judge who has just entered the officialdom.

Cai Ji looked at the black figure riding a sheep and felt something bad in his heart.

Just burning seven foreign actors to death... I'm afraid it won't be enough!

Even if seven people are burned to death, the village will probably still be plagued by plague.

If this is the case, it could cost hundreds, thousands, or even more lives!

At least this county can't hide it, and it has to be brought to the county level no matter what.

He was sure that Xuan Qian, a cunning and vengeful man, had already figured out how to make himself take the blame.

Who said that he happened to be in this village? Who said that this troupe was invited to celebrate his invitation?

It can’t be picked cleanly!

What to do? Even though Cai Ji was decisive and capable, he was at a loss at this time.

The official is still too small and the power is still too weak!

At this moment, his desire for power was even more intense.

The villagers looked at Cai Ji together, with strong requests and expectations in their eyes.

Master Jinshi, who was very good at nourishing qi, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles under the gazes of thousands of people, with awns on his back and sweat on his forehead!

Shocked and frightened, Cai Quan'er took out her handkerchief, wiped the sweat from her brother's forehead distressedly, and whispered: "Brother, how about we...leave now?"

Cai Ji shook his head: "It's too late. Even if we leave now, we will never be able to get away with it."

"Well, the official career is difficult and the people are pitiful. Fortunately, I am a Confucian and Taoist monk, so I can protect you and my brother and sister from getting the plague."

Cai Quan'er's voice was bitter: "If we hadn't fought against the Luo family and Xuan Qian before, maybe we wouldn't be so passive."

Cai Ji narrowed his eyes: "I don't regret this. If I don't help the brothers and sisters this time, I don't have a clear idea. If I help them once, I will end our friendship for many years and we will part ways from now on."

The frightened village elder saw that Cai Ji had no expression, so he could only make a puff and knelt down in front of the strange black shadow.

"God of Plague! There are more than a thousand villagers in Maple Leaf Village. Men farm and women weave. No one is a robber, no one grows poisonous weeds, no one sells fake goods, and no one sells smuggled salt!"

"The God of Plague knows everything, and I can't hide anything from you! Except for the occasional extermination of households, excavation of ancestral graves, fighting over water, kicking in widows' doors, and dealings with human traffickers, there are no bad things in this village!"

As soon as he knelt down, the darkness surrounding him all knelt down. Many people wanted to escape from the village at all costs, but they did not dare at this time.

"One more thing, I want to apologize to the God of Plague on behalf of my village!" said the village elder, kowtowing. "Every household in this village worships the God of Wealth. They offer sacrifices to the God of Wealth during the four seasons and eight festivals. The God of Wealth is the most popular, but they have forgotten the God of Plague!"

"I shouldn't just sacrifice to the God of Wealth and ignore the God of Plague! This is disrespectful! We must change! We must change! Please be kind to the God of Plague..."

He pointed to the seven foreign actors who were about to be burned to death, "These seven people invited the God of Plague, and they must have done a lot of evil. The villain burned them and sacrificed them to Grandpa. Please accept our filial piety and calm down."

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He spoke hoarsely for a long time, kowtowing as if pounding garlic, but the strange black figure riding a sheep and holding the knot showed no reaction at all.

The village elder gritted his teeth and said, "Come on! Light a fire! Burn seven of them to make amends to the God of Plague!"

A group of terrified villagers got up, raised torches, and prepared to light a fire.

Cai Ji shook his head and stood up.

He is leaving this former residence with his sister.

He didn't want to see the burning of human sacrifices.

A gentleman's benevolence can't be tolerated when he sees it.

The most important thing for him to do now is to sue Xuan Qian for neglecting his duties and avenge his personal revenge!

"Slow down!" Suddenly a loud shout interrupted Cai Ji's thinking.

He followed the sound and couldn't help but stare, "This is... Zhiyuan!"

I saw a young man in a green shirt, with a blue face painted on his face, walking towards him with a strange look.

Although this person had a strange blue face, Cai Ji immediately recognized him as Luo Ning.

Cai Quan'er shuddered and saw Luo Ning with a strange blue face.

"What is he going to do?" Cai Quan'er frowned, "Are he crazy?"

Luo Ning's loud shout immediately attracted everyone's attention.

There was a "swipe" sound, and more than a thousand pairs of surprised eyes looked at it.

Luo Ning appeared with his adopted brother, sister, and little black dog, and stood on the stage generously, "These seven people cannot be burned!"

Alas, this world is so barbaric that seven living people were burned to death as a sacrifice to the god of plague.

There are countless such things happening all over the world.

Unexpectedly, the folks I know well can be so cruel at critical moments.

Whenever there is a chance, he must stop it.

That’s seven lives!

"Xiao Luo, what are you going to do?" The village boss was furious, "What did you draw! Pull him down! You will make the God of Plague very angry!"

But when the villagers looked at the majestic and cold-eyed Li Dingguo beside Luo Ning, no one dared to step forward and take action.

"Zhiyuan!" Cai Ji said in a deep voice, "What are you doing? Come down quickly!"

Cai Quan'er gritted her teeth and looked at Luo Ning, "Why are you so crazy? Are you looking for death? Come down quickly!"

The villagers were also angry.

"Nonsense!"

"He doesn't want his life!"

"Absurd! Nonsense!"

"Luo Ning is frustrated and crazy!"

Luo Ning knew that whether he could proceed as planned depended on whether Cai Ji supported him.

"Brother Xuan Shu!" Luo Ning said loudly, "I heard that the God of Plague likes to listen to operas. If he sings well, he will calm down!"

"I want to perform a show with seven people, it's better than burning them to death!"

"It only takes a quarter of an hour to sing it, so why not give it a try!"

When Li Dingguo saw Luo Ning on the stage without hesitation, he couldn't help but blurt out: "This is what a man should be like, my eldest brother is really a hero!"

After Luo Ning finished speaking, he suddenly turned his face, facing the black figure, running the Ling Dao Pearl, stimulating his willpower and chanting: "This is the commander--Wen Qiong!"

The strange thing is that under these words, the black figure that had not reacted at all before started to tremble.

Many people saw very clearly that the black shadow moved under these words!

God of Plague really likes going to the theater?!

After all, Cai Ji was a Confucianism cultivator. He immediately saw that the figure of the Plague God reacted to Luo Ning's words!

As soon as he thought about it, he immediately shouted: "Okay! Let's spare the seven people first and sing for the God of Plague together. If we send away the God of Plague, I will let them go!"

"Brother..." Cai Quan'er deliberately stopped her. She didn't believe that she could send away the God of Plague by performing a play.
To be continued...