This journey to the west is terrible

"Look upstream!" Lin Fang said with a smile.

Several people guided the river to go upstream, and within a short while they saw a temple full of incense.

The temple was built in an extremely luxurious way, covering a huge area, surrounded by bell towers and drum towers, and a huge bronze tripod was placed in the main courtyard. Incense was lingering inside, enveloping the whole bronze tripod.

"What a rich incense!" The little fox sighed, they had never seen such a temple full of incense during their journey.

Walking to the front of the temple gate, I saw a wooden plaque hanging on the gate, with a few big characters written on it: Inspiration Dawang Temple.

"King of Inspiration, which god is this, why have I never heard of his name." Ba Shanhu asked suspiciously.

"There is a saying in the world that ten miles and one country custom, you only know how many places you have traveled, and how many gods you know." Yi Hailong on the side said unceremoniously.

"In the past few days, I was hanging out among the old men every day. I have heard a lot of famous gods in this world, but I have never heard of the title of King of Inspiration."

While the two little monsters were arguing, something happened in the temple. A man was seen running out of the temple with a child in his arms, followed by a group of people chasing him.

"Chen Yi, stop!" Everyone shouted.

The man didn't care, and ran all the way with the child in his arms. The child was so frightened by this scene that he cried.

"Boss, are you a human trafficker?" Ba Shanhu asked eagerly, he couldn't wait to be a hero.

"It doesn't look like it. Although this child is crying, he still relies on this person very much. It is probably his child."

While the few people were talking, a man named Chen Yi had already passed by them, and a group of people behind him chased him panting.

"Stop, do you want to be a sinner of our Chenjiazhuang?" An elderly man roared angrily, blowing his beard high with his heavy breath.

"Should I dedicate my child to that hateful king of inspiration for good weather?" Chen Yi questioned angrily.

"This is sacrifice, and only sacrifice can bring back our peace and our harvest."

"Evidently you are so close to the Tongtian River, but you never thought about how to divert water for irrigation. Instead, you pinned your hopes on a ferocious monster. It's ridiculous."

"Shut up, you are not allowed to slander the gods." The old man shouted angrily. He looked around, very afraid that the king of inspiration was beside him and others.

"I sacrificed my child today, and it will be your turn next year. No matter how big the Chen family village is, it will be eaten and wiped out by this monster one day. If you persecute me today, it will persecute you tomorrow." Chen Yi shouted angrily. with.

However, the surrounding youths had already rushed to his side and trapped him.

Someone snatched the child from his arms, and the child cried out in terror, "Daddy!"

Seeing this, Chen Yi bit blood from the corner of his mouth. He struggled vigorously, but was firmly pressed to the ground by several strong men.

"Let me go, you are also people with children, sooner or later, everything today will fall on your head."

"Chen Yi, calm down, we can't beat the King of Inspiration, if he is not happy, there will be snowflakes in June, and the crops will be gone by then." A big man said in a low voice.

"That's right, the King of Inspiration is something we can't deal with. If he gets angry, our Chen Family Village really won't be able to survive."

Chen Yi was pressed to the ground and smashed the ground with his fist angrily until the blood stained his palm bright red.

After a long time, several strong men saw that the villagers took the child back, and then slowly let go of Chen Yi, and said in a deep voice: "I know you are feeling uncomfortable, but there is nothing else we can do. life."

A sense of desolation was revealed in the words of several people, and they left this place slowly.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the strong wind hit, and the big river rolled up and made a sound.

Chen Yi was lying on the ground, his eyes were blurred by tears, and the shadow of his child's growth kept flashing in his mind. At this moment, the sadness of being a father but helpless came to his heart, and the man began to cry loudly.

The crying was heart-rending, earth-shattering, and the sound spread far into the temple, making the hearts of the people who had already started to welcome the gods feel sad.

Many people looked at the statue in golden armor with hatred in front of them, and kept cursing the damn monster to die in their hearts.

"Let everyone be restrained, if it is found out, it will inevitably be another disaster." The leader of the old man frowned and ordered in a low voice.

Everyone scolded him behind his back for his groveling, but no one would have thought that the first pair of virgin boys and girls sacrificed were his grandsons.

But what can I do if my heart is full of hatred, I these people are just ordinary people, how can I fight against such a ferocious monster, the gods and Buddhas all over the sky seem to be dead, no matter how much I pray, no matter how much I ask, I don’t see any response, He could only watch helplessly as his beloved grandson greeted death.

Who knows the hatred in his heart.

When all the dust settled, the old man glanced at the child sitting on the plate, with a look of reluctance on his face. Once upon a time, his grandson sat on the plate and fed the monster in such a ignorant manner.

"Let's go, let's go back!" The old man waved his hand in a depressed mood, but tears fell from the corners of his eyes involuntarily.

Everyone left here with a groan and a sigh. Many looked at the child sitting cross-legged on the table and eating fruit with pity, but they could only turn their heads and leave helplessly.

A village without children will lose its life, and if the village continues like this, it will only face extinction.

Chen Yi lay on the ground, ignoring anyone, his heart was already filled with sadness and anger.

Gradually everyone left this place full of sadness and despair, only Chen Yi was still lying on the ground.

It's just that there is nothing he can do now, the altar before the statue has the magic of the Inspiration King on it, and once it enters the wooden plate, it can never come out again.

"Don't cry!" A warm voice rang in his ear.

The voice was very unfamiliar, Chen Yi raised his head and saw a young man in a Taoist robe, looking at him with a gentle face.

"Who are you?" He asked cautiously.

"Someone who can help you."

Hearing this, Chen Yi showed a wry smile on his face and said, "Do you know what happened to me? You can't help."

"Isn't he the king of inspiration? How about I help you rescue the child?"

Chen Yi looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief, and said with a sigh: "You better not die!"