C1297 Scented Fire Tea for All Living Things(part I)

"Old Uncle Wang, it's New Year's Eve. Why are you not at home? What are you doing up on the mountain?" Seeing Old Wang suddenly appear outside the temple, Lin Bai couldn't help but frown. From his point of view, Old Wang probably couldn't sleep when he went up the mountain in the first half of the night because he wanted to get himself two bowls of wine to drink.

"Heaven Transformation …" "Heavenly Transformation …" Not only was his hand that was holding the flashlight trembling uncontrollably, even his voice was a little shaky. After hearing Lin Bai's words, he started chattering in panic, "The Sky Transformation …" "Heavenly Transformation …"

"What divine change? This is natural weather, there's no need to make such a big fuss …" Lin Bai couldn't help but frown. He wanted to console Old Wang with a few words, but he felt that something wasn't right the moment he said those words. He couldn't help but look at Old Wang suspiciously, "Old Wang, what did you just say? Who told you about the Heavenly Transformation?! "

Just by looking at it, Lin Bai's heart could not help but thump loudly. Smelling the alcohol on Old Wang's body, it was not hard to notice that he had probably drunk quite a bit before coming up the mountain. According to common sense, those who had drunk the wine would turn red in the face and neck, but Old Wang's face was now pale, devoid of any color.

Furthermore, his entire body was trembling uncontrollably like a sieve. It was obvious that he had received a great fright. Furthermore, what puzzled Lin Bai the most was that after staying in Mao Mountain for so many years, he had never found out that Old Wang had any knowledge of the art. But at this critical juncture, he had heard the phrase 'Heavenly Transformation' from his mouth, and it was hard for Lin Bai to understand it!

Could it be that Old Wang was a hidden expert, that he had made a mistake in the past?! Or could it be that this matter had something to do with him? But how could an honest and honest farmer like him be related to such an earth-shattering matter?

"Heaven Transformation …" Hearing Lin Bai's question, Old Wang's face turned as pale as a corpse. After muttering those two words in a trembling voice, he suddenly rushed in front of Lin Bai, knelt on the ground, hugged Lin Bai's legs, and said with a trembling voice:

"Little white dragon, you have been in Mao Mountain for so many years. Although we have always been mean with our words, we have never done anything to let you down. I can let bygones be bygones for the matter between you and Yan Ni`er. I know that you are a deity that has descended into the mortal realm, and you will use a great method to destroy everything. But I beg you, do not harm the lives of all of us in the village! "

"Old Uncle Wang, what are you saying?" Just explain what happened to you in detail! " Hearing Old Wang's incoherent words, Lin Bai's doubts grew even stronger. He hurriedly reached out to grab Old Wang's head before he asked doubtfully.

"Lil 'White, don't you forget your old friendship. You've eaten and drank so much all these years, we haven't done anything to let you down." With Lin Bai's support, Old Wang's expression turned even more panic-stricken. With a trembling voice, he said, "You saw it the day the monastery was destroyed. Even we old fellows risked our lives to help you, but we don't have the slightest intention of disrespecting you."

"Old Uncle Wang, please explain yourself clearly. I'll take care of both of you." The more he listened to Old Wang's words, the more astonished Lin Bai felt, and the more he felt, the more he felt that something was wrong. Moreover, ever since he had returned to the mountain, although the villagers seemed to have no change in their opinion of him, he didn't know why, but he had always felt that something wasn't quite right.

"We worship you. We offer incense to you everyday. You can summon the Heaven Transformation, but you can't harm us!" Hearing Lin Bai's words, Old Wang tightly grabbed onto Lin Bai's arm as if he was grabbing onto his lifesaver.

"Worship me?!" He couldn't help but look at Old Wang in surprise, saying, "Old Uncle Wang, don't tell me you're still using me as a gift? Didn't I tell Senior Brother to take those things away?"

Back then, before the start of the international competition, Zhang Sanming had told Lin Bai that a lot of people in Mao Mountain took his picture and offered him up as a living Buddha offering sacrifices for the sake of the living sacrifice. After the international competition, Lin Bai had Zhang SanKuang inform Mao Mountain's upper and lower officials not to believe the rumors, and also to have Shen Lingfeng send the Commissioner of the Divine Abilities to deal with this matter.

According to the news that Zhang SanKuang and Shen Lingfeng had given to him, this atmosphere hadn't been spreading for long before it was halted by them. At least, there weren't any big variables. The mastermind who planned all of this, Chen Beihuang, was already dead. Why did Old Wang and the rest believe such words and worship him like he was a demon?!

"It's not the same, it's not the same. It's different now." Old Wang shook his head, and grabbed onto Lin Bai's arm as if he was looking at a god. With a trembling voice, he said, "In the past, we only thought that you were sending away your son, but now we know that you are a true demon, a god. The way we worship at home is also different now.

"Old bastards, are you trying to trick my junior brother to death?!" Didn't I already tell you not to do this anymore! " Hearing this, Zhang SanKuang flew into a rage, grabbing Old Wang's collar as he angrily berated him.

"Senior brother, let go." Lin Bai frowned slightly. He opened his mouth and grabbed Old Wang's hand, then said warmly to Old Wang, "Old Wang, take me down the mountain. I want to see how you will pay your respects to me."

"Right away, right now! Little White Dragon, you must not forget the kindness we owe you. Don't abandon us! " Old Wang nodded repeatedly and pulled Lin Bai's arm. As he walked, he whispered, "Since you're a true demon, we naturally have to sincerely pay our respects. The ceremony is much more sincere than when we went to Mao Mountain to kowtow to the Daofather."

He looked at Old Wang, whose eyes were filled with reverence when he looked at him. Instinctively, he felt that he should not underestimate this matter, and it might even be more serious than the one he had experienced at the start of the International Phase Art Competition. And these things must have something to do with this apocalypse.

Especially when he thought about how the other person had acted so domineeringly in front of his house and had set up such a sinister scheme, he felt as if he was still in the dark and didn't know anything about it. This made him even more afraid, regretting his carelessness. If he had discovered these things earlier, would the current situation have happened?

By the time the crowd rushed to the foot of the mountain, although it was already the wee hours of the morning, the mountain village was extremely lonely. All the villagers stood outside the door, looking at Lin Bai and the rest who were brought in by Old Wang. All the villagers stood outside the door, looking at Lin Bai and the rest who were brought in by Old Wang.

"Dazhuang, everyone in the village is paying their respects to me now?" As he gazed at those familiar faces and unfamiliar eyes, a chill ran through Lin Bai's heart. He turned his head and looked at his best playmate and said in a low voice, his voice filled with bitterness.

"Everybody is bowing. Everyone says it's spiritual." That playmate lowered his head, not daring to look Lin Bai in the eyes. He said in a deep voice, "At the beginning, we tried to persuade him a few times, saying that Brother Three Crazy was wrong, but I didn't worship you, and everything was wrong. As long as I did, everything would go smoothly. So we all bade our farewells. "

"Take me to see it." Lin Bai sighed lightly. After closing his eyes in silence for a moment, he said slowly to Old Wang.

As soon as his voice fell, the surrounding villagers all took a few steps back, opening up a path to Old Wang's house. When they arrived at Old Wang's door, Yan Ni`er was standing there with the child in her arms. She raised her head to look at Lin Bai, then tightly held the child in her arms, taking a step back in awe.

"That's the room. That's where we paid our respects." After entering the courtyard, Old Wang pointed at an unremarkable looking house, and said with a trembling voice, "Every family in the village has set up a single room specifically meant for you."

Looking at the location of the room, Lin Bai's brows twitched a few times. Although he couldn't use any mana right now, his eyesight was still there. How could he not see that the small house Old Wang was pointing to was located right at the end of the building.

As the saying goes, 'The criminal is too old, he is easily found guilty'. However, this age was not a meat lingzhi, but rather a term used in astrology and astrology. Moreover, this small house was arranged so that it looked like it was too old, and the main house was filled with dark energy.

According to common sense, one had to be in the right god position to be able to be illuminated by the morning sun and moon in order to guard the house. Right now, the memorial hall was located in the direction of the Grand Xia. It truly was a place of great importance.

"Guangsheng Calendar" has Yun: the old people, Tai-sheng-zhen also, its land can not be built up, the perpetrator is the main damage to the parents. The Supreme Being, or in other words, an old age, was the most vicious god. It was precisely by using its destructive intent to target Lin Bai that the sacrificial ceremony was built here.

Staring at the small house, Lin Bai closed his eyes slightly. He raised his hand to indicate that Chen Baian and Zhang Sanqi should not follow him, and slowly walked towards the house. When he reached the front, he paused for a moment, then slowly pushed open the door.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a gust of turbid wind, accompanied by a thick scent of incense and paper treasures, rushed towards Lin Bai.

He slowly raised his head and swept his gaze inside the house. Lin Bai felt as if he had fallen into an icehouse, his entire body chilled to the bone.