Chapter 595 Reincarnation of the Patriarch

"Fellow folks, what do you think of my handling?" The captain turned to the fellow villagers and said, "There are a lot of liars in society now, and it is possible to use some chemical means to create fake Dharma Bodies to confuse everyone."

"The only thing that can prove the truth is the mana. If he is really the reincarnation of the ancestor, he will definitely help his descendants relieve disasters and clear the river god."

The villagers stopped talking when they heard the words. Everyone felt that what the captain said was very reasonable.

Seeing that the villagers obeyed his words, the captain of the guard was very proud. He turned his head and glanced at Xiao Fei, with a sneer on his face: "Huh! If you can't get rid of the River God, you will die. I know the horror of the River God, and you can never get rid of it. We can't kill him. You can only borrow the hand of the river god."

"Ancestor reincarnation? We have no such legend in Miaojiang for thousands of years. I am afraid that only ignorant mud legs will believe you."

"Please ancestors help us get rid of the river god and protect your descendants!" After thinking for a while, the village head suddenly came to Xiao Fei and knelt down to pray. Although there was a trace of suspicion in their hearts, they still did not dare to show any disrespect to Xiao Fei.

"Please ancestors help us get rid of the river god and protect your descendants!" Seeing this, the villagers behind also knelt down to Xiao Fei, begging for protection.

The guard from the village was standing upright, but was suddenly pulled by his father, who raised his head and glared at him. The guards had no choice but to kneel down. When the other guards saw this, they seemed to be infected by this pious atmosphere, and they also knelt down.

Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. People who are not of great wisdom are easily influenced. Few people can do it, everyone is drunk and I am alone. And some religious organizations in the world also take advantage of this.

Among all the people, only the captain, the deputy captain, and those behind Xiao Fei did not kneel down.

"Ma Xiaoling, speaking of which, you are also from Miaojiang, shouldn't you also kneel down to the boss, the reincarnation of your ancestor?" Da Banya whispered to Ma Xiaoling.

Ma Xiaoling didn't speak, but just glared at him. The scene at the scene looked extremely solemn, but Da Banya still had the heart to make sarcastic remarks?

"Everyone, my descendants please stand up!" Xiao Fei looked at a group of kneeling people with contemptuous eyes, raised his hand to them, and said: "The disaster of the river god, I will relieve you for you. Who told you Is it my past and future generations?"

Xiao Fei's knowledge is not high, and when he mentions ancient Chinese, it can be said to be neither fish nor fowl. And when he said ancient Chinese at this time, he was obviously pretending to be coercive.

And those villagers believed even more after hearing his nonsensical words. I feel that his soul comes from ancient times, which is extremely mysterious. If you have preconceived thoughts in your mind, you will involuntarily think in the previous direction.

"Village chief, find a place for the rest of us to live in. I'll catch the river god tomorrow." Seeing everyone standing up, Xiao Fei said to the village chief.

"Yes! Old ancestor." The village chief said respectfully: "There is an ancestral hall in our village, and there is your god's seat in it. Please ask the old ancestor to live in it, maybe it can help you recover your mana."

"You are very thoughtful." Xiao Fei smiled and said, "Lead the way!"

"Yes!" The village chief nodded respectfully, and then led Xiao Fei and others to the ancestral hall in the village.

At this time, Xiaomei suddenly broke free from her mother's hand. Xiang Xiao Fei ran over and held his hand tightly. Xiaomei used great force to grab Xiao Fei's hand, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

In the past, when the villagers wanted to burn her to death, her mother failed to help her. Later, when the guards wanted to take her to pay homage to the river god, it was because of Xiao Fei that the villagers protected her. So she was already disappointed with her mother, and instead felt that Xiao Fei was her guardian.

I was Xiao Fei's maid in my previous life? She is extremely sure of this. Like a brand, deeply engraved in her heart.

"Why, do you want to be with us?" Xiao Fei asked kindly. But Xiaomei just stared at Xiao Fei with wide eyes and didn't speak. The strength in her hands has already explained everything.

"Alright then, you can stay with us temporarily." Xiao Fei said. After speaking, take her to the ancestral hall together.

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Early the next morning.

The bright sun shines on this remote mountain village in Miaojiang. Facing the rising sun, the procession to pay homage to the river god set off.

A group of villagers escorted the two children to the bank of the Blackwater River, escorting the two children. The boy was about seven or eight years old, and the girl was Xiaomei, who was twelve or thirteen years old. The two were lifted by a sliding pole. When the sliding poles were side by side, it was obvious that Xiaomei was taller than the boy by a large margin.

They are all dressed up beautifully, just like celebrating the New Year. The villagers had bathed and changed them last night, washed and stripped them clean.

There were about a hundred villagers escorting them, and next to the villagers were guards with guns. And Xiao Fei, Da Banya, Fatty and Ma Xiaoling followed behind.

Not long after, a group of people came to the bank of the Heishui River, which is full of waves and broad water. Inside the river, the boats are ready.

"Bring the sacrifice onto the boat!"

After the village head burned incense, following the command of the captain of the guard, several villagers lifted the two sliding poles onto the fishing boat.

In the past, before the boys and girls boarded the boat, the grass hag would hold various mysterious rituals. The villagers are organized to burn incense and dance to the Great God, one is to worship the river god, and the other is to save the souls of the dead. The ceremony is very cumbersome.

But now that the grass hag is dead, there is no one to host, so everything is kept simple.

"Please get on the boat!" After the sacrifice got on the boat, the captain of the guard made another gesture of invitation to Xiao Fei.

"Everyone, don't you seem too undignified to worship the river god like this?" At this moment, an old voice came from a distance. People looked around and saw a small boat rowing out of the reeds.

The rower was an old Miaojiang man, wearing a big bamboo hat, his true face could not be seen clearly. Seeing the old man, the guard captain's expression froze, but then his face returned to calm.

"Excuse me, old man, what advice do you have?" The village chief stepped forward and asked.

"The ceremony you held is too hasty, it will offend the river god." The old man said, "Once the river god gets angry, it will be a big deal. Maybe even the person who gave the sacrifice will be eaten together."

"Then what should we do?" Hearing the words, the two escorting villagers couldn't help asking with a little fear. Originally, they would not be afraid of the ancestor Xiao Fei being reincarnated on board. But the guard captain said yesterday that Xiao Fei might be a fake.

"Well, my old man is already sixty or seventy years old, and he doesn't have many years to live anyway, so let me deliver it for you." The old man said. After finishing speaking, he jumped onto the sacrificial boat on his own initiative.