Chapter 67 The river favors you! Clang! Clang! Clang. Nine gong sounds rang out, echoing over the pier, rolling endlessly. On both sides of the altar, the shamans held short staffs and sang worship songs, but if you listened carefully, you could find that every tone was a tremolo. When you hear it for the first time, you might really think that this is the characteristic of worship songs. The priest looked at the figure on the side, his chest rising and falling as he took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and shouted in a deep voice. "Officiant, OK!" The musician lifted up the brass trumpet, and the big drum with a yellow cowhide surface was struck by a large hammer. The drum sound resounded throughout the entire bluestone street, becoming more and more powerful, as if it was striking on people's chests, making a clanging sound. Liang Qu stood up, took one step at a time, and under the gazes of thousands of people, he slowly walked forward along the central axis of the altar, climbed up the thirteen steps, and stood on the altar. In the center of the five-foot-long altar, a huge mountain ghost head faced the river, its yellow vertical pupils were dull and lifeless, with sticky black blood underneath. "Twist the incense!"
Liang Qu lit the incense with charcoal, bent down and inserted it into the incense burner. "Sacrifice wine!" Liang Qu took the wine jug, filled three glasses, and stood still. "Ode, a sacrificial oration!" "God of the River, I borrow the land of Yixing City, which is adjacent to the waters of the Yangtze and Huaihe Rivers. I accept the trust and hopes of the people and lead the people to worship before you and present this sacrificial text." "When chaos first began, the heaven and earth were created. The sun and moon passed through the sky, and the rivers and streams flowed through the earth. They irrigated the land and gave birth to all things. The white mountains and black waters are known as the Huai River." The vast plain of the river suddenly became turbulent. The world is vast, and the sound lingers. "bye!" [Sacrifice to Huaijiang River, river favor +] Liang Qu remained calm and bowed deeply. "Goodbye again!" A strong wind came from the river, mighty and unstoppable, and the long sleeves of the long robe fluttered in the wind. The villagers who were kneeling with their heads bowed could not help but look up. They were shocked to see the blood-stained white clothes under the black cloak, as if it were a god! Liang Guangtian mingled at the back of the crowd, bowing again and again, and when he stood up, his back was completely wet with cold sweat. The figure on the altar was as majestic as a mountain, and could not be compared at all to the figure who was hunched over begging for food three months ago. He suddenly felt that his nephew was so strange and so scary! In fear, with a hint of regret. He glanced at Chen Qingjiang who was standing in front of the altar. If he had borrowed food earlier, would the situation be completely different? The sound of firecrackers crackled. The priest shouted and Liang Qu stepped down from the altar.
Several men in straw raincoats came up to the altar and danced, and the sound of drums became cheerful. Everything was over, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The sacrifice was finally completed successfully, and the mountain ghost's attack was not a bad sign. Chen Zhaoan's heart finally settled down. He was already 72 years old, and the Dashun Dynasty had only been established for 60 years. He remembered the scenes of the founding of the country clearly, but in his life, he had never experienced such a thrilling sacrificial activity. During the sacrifice, a mountain ghost attacked and was killed and offered to the river god. See you soon. See you soon. It’s better to live longer. As soon as Liang Qu stepped down from the altar, Chen Zhaoan and other village elders immediately surrounded him. The sacrifice was completed, but none of the questions in their minds were resolved. Why did the mountain ghost appear here? Is it the one that caused the sensation of killing warriors in Pingyang Town? Will there be more next time? Is there any danger? Liang Qu waved his hand and pointed at the wound on his body: "Let me take a shower first, and call a doctor for me first." "Oh, okay, okay, okay, let's all go to my house." Chen Zhaoan and his men then remembered that Liang Qu was still injured. An elder in the village hurriedly called everyone to go back to his home, which was the large house with a stone lion guarding it where most of the villagers near the pier took refuge. The village elder entered the house and ordered someone to boil water. He was about to send his eldest son to call the doctor from the clinic, but the doctor stepped out hurriedly. "Mr. Liang, I'm right here." Offering sacrifices to the river god is a big event, and even if you are not a fisherman, you have to come if you can. As a doctor in the Yixing City Medical Clinic, he was naturally present, and even stood in a very high position, in the front row close to the altar, second only to some wealthy families, and in the same row as the craftsmen. On the contrary, most of the fishermen are in the middle and back positions, with only a few able to stand in the front. Liang Qu nodded, half-took off his shirt, and exposed his upper body: "Please help me, doctor." His two most serious wounds were on his chest, shoulder and right arm, all caused by scratches and bites from mountain ghosts, all on his upper body. The doctor came forward and after a quick inspection, he said in surprise, "I wonder what materials are Master Liang's cloak and robe made of?" Liang Tong said: "The cloak was given to me by my second senior brother. It is made of dog and bear skin, which is impervious to swords and spears. The robe was given to me by my eighth senior brother. It is mixed with natural silk." The reason why he was able to defeat the mountain ghost this time was that he broke through the skin barrier, which greatly increased his strength and defense. Second, the degree of integration has skyrocketed and physical fitness has made another leap forward. Third, the centipede's poison is extremely toxic, and although it takes a long time to take effect, it plays a crucial role and delivers a fatal blow to the trapped animal. Finally, he is covered with divine clothes. He is not good, but he has six pieces of equipment. Whether it was the arm guards or the cloak, including the robe mixed with natural silk and the mountain cowhide belt, they all blocked several fatal attacks. It remained intact throughout the entire battle, without even a single thread left. The village elders had never heard of dog bears or silkworms, but they thought they were so powerful just because they didn’t know about them.
I secretly felt that he was worthy of being Master Yang's disciple, as even the clothes he wore were so extraordinary. "No wonder, no wonder." The doctor exclaimed in amazement, "Mr. Liang is protected by this cloak and clothes, and his body is strong and healthy. His injuries seem serious, but they are actually just flesh wounds. The wounds are deep and bleeding a lot, so you need to be careful of suppuration. Fortunately, the weather is cold and it is not easy to get inflamed. Wipe the wounds, apply medicine and bandage them. He will be fine after recuperating for twenty days." Liang Qu nodded. It was good that no bones were broken. If bones were broken, it would be very painful. He pointed to Li Libo and Chen Jiechang standing beside him and said, "Doctor, can you check on my two friends as well?" "It's easy to talk about." The doctor came to check on the two of them. Chen Jiechang was fine except that he was a little exhausted. The most serious injury was that he kicked the mountain ghost and fell to the ground with his butt, scraping his hands. Li Libo was in a miserable state. The mountain ghost swung his arm and cracked his forearm bone. It was not broken, but it would take a hundred days for the broken bone to heal, at least two or three months. Li Libo was devastated: "It's over. How can I practice martial arts now?" Li Libo's father Li Dakang also looked worried. Liang Qu laughed: "Don't worry, I will explain the situation to my fellow brothers, and then I will give you three months of leave." If the two of them hadn't assisted in passing the knife, it would have been difficult to take down the mountain ghost, so Liang Qu would naturally help. "Really? Then it doesn't need to be three months. It's not a break. Two months will be enough. Two months will be enough." "I don't care. It's up to you." Li Dakang was overjoyed: "That really troubles Ah Shui." "It's okay, uncle." "Doctor, doctor, please come and help me, I'm in so much pain too." "Let's go check on them first." The doctor apologized and went back to work. There were many injured people lying in the hospital. In the mountain ghost incident, many people fell to the ground in the chaos of fleeing and were trampled. Fortunately, no one died, but some individuals were seriously injured. There were also a few people who jumped into the water in panic. It was because Liang Qu and others finished the battle quickly that they were rescued in time and avoided freezing to death. All of them were carried into the courtyard by the village elders. After Liang Qu finished taking a shower, cleaned off the blood, and changed into clean clothes, the doctor came back to apply medicine and bandage him. The village elders gathered together again, eager to know the answer to the question. (End of this chapter)