Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Chapter 316: Is this high priest a liar?

Baiyin squatted down, his fingers casually fiddling with the gold, silver, and jewelry scattered on the ground. He frowned and said, "These things might be the so-called tribute."

There were several boxes of dazzling treasures placed on the ground, and Niu Dazhuang was frantically shuttling among the gold and silver objects.

After searching for a long time, he suddenly stopped, holding a few silver bracelets in his hands.

"Aren't these silver bracelets all mine?" Niu Dazhuang's voice trembled with disbelief and astonishment. Then he raised a few gold bracelets tremblingly: "And these gold bracelets are also offerings from me!"

His brows were twisted into the shape of the Chinese character "川":

“I didn’t expect these things to be here. What on earth does this high priest want to do?

Didn't we say at the time that all these things should be offered to the Dragon King?"

Baiyin looked at him and sighed helplessly:

“You guys have been deceived by him.

When did this high priest come to your village?"

Niu Dazhuang stood up and said:

"These priests came to our village more than 20 years ago. At that time, the village was not rich and life was very tight.

Unfortunately, a strange disease broke out and many people fell ill. Everyone was helpless and very panicked.

They cured the strange diseases in our village. Everyone was very grateful and felt that they were living Bodhisattvas.

Afterwards, they continued to live with us, and we even raised money to build a witch temple for them."

Niu Dazhuang paused, a trace of regret appeared on his face:

“Later, the chief priest told us that we must offer sacrifices to the Dragon King every year. Only by doing so can our village have good weather and good harvests.

Everyone believed it and every year they took out the most valuable things in their homes as offerings, but they never expected..."

Baiyin looked at him and said, "Take us to the place of sacrifice!"

Niu Dazhuang brought Bai Yin and others to the altar. He pointed at the altar and said:

“Every time we perform a sacrifice, we place the offerings on these altars.

After the high priest finishes chanting the spell, these things will be moved inside.

Then they would push the box containing the offerings along the track of the altar into the lake over there.

We watched the boxes being pushed into the lake every time, but why are all our things in the Witch Temple?"

Niu Dazhuang was confused and couldn't figure out the reason.

Baiyin walked slowly around the altar. After a while, he stood up and said thoughtfully:

"When your box was placed inside the altar, there were actually special people hiding inside the altar.

While everyone's attention was on the ceremony, they took the contents of the box out.

Then the empty box was pushed into the water, creating the illusion that a sacrifice was actually being offered to the Dragon King."

After a long moment, he finally found his voice and muttered in disbelief, "So this is a scam from the beginning? This high priest is a liar?"

Baiyin nodded solemnly and said, "Yes, none of these black wizards are good."

Niu Dazhuang's legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground. He held his head in his hands, tears streaming uncontrollably down his rough cheeks: "Then my daughter died in vain, didn't she?"

He cried and said:

“In the past, the village had living sacrifices during the New Year, and the choice of sacrifices was entirely decided by the chief priest.

If the high priest wants something, the villagers have to go around looking for it. In the beginning, the sacrifices were all living people!"

Niu Dazhuang paused and continued:

“Every year, the high priest selects ten children from the village, and they must be particularly beautiful and handsome.

The families of those children could only hand over their children crying, they had no other choice.

That year, he chose my daughter Taohua. My daughter is so beautiful and has been closest to me since she was a child.

She was only fifteen years old at the time!"

Niu Dazhuang burst into tears when he said this. Madam Bai hugged Lin Wanwan and sighed, "These black witches are really abominable."

Lin Wanwan also felt that the black witch was hateful, but these ordinary people were too ignorant.

But it is also sad that these ordinary people have no chance to receive education at all, and a strange disease has caused the villagers to fall ill one after another.

Just when everyone was in despair, the black witch appeared.

They were dressed in strange clothes, muttering to themselves, holding mysterious instruments, and busily moving around the village.

Whether it was a coincidence or some other reason, the villagers' conditions gradually improved and their lives were prolonged.

From then on, the black witch became a god-like existence in the hearts of the villagers.

As long as the black witch opens his mouth, no matter how absurd his words are, the villagers will believe them without a doubt.

When the black witch said that a living person must be sacrificed to ensure good weather in the coming year, the villagers were filled with sorrow, but no one questioned it, and they sent their own children to the altar without hesitation.

The black witch also said that if they donated all their property in the house as an offering, they would be able to avoid disasters and misfortunes. Even if the villagers were in trouble, they would do so obediently.

They sank deeper and deeper into the mire of ignorance, bound tightly by the shackles of superstition and unable to break free.

In their eyes, the words of the black witch are the truth and an oracle that cannot be disobeyed, but they have never thought about exploring the truth behind it and can only let others manipulate them.

Niu Dazhuang's wife was also crying bitterly. She had raised a 15-year-old daughter, and she died just like that. The key point was that it was not a sacrifice to the gods at all. This truth was unbearable for them.

Zhao Qiaoniang and a group of people chased after him through the tunnel. Along the way, they often saw gold, silver and treasures that were accidentally dropped. The high priest was really panicked and at a loss.

He couldn't understand why those poisonous insects turned against him?

He held the tortoise shell tightly in both hands and shook it gently, pouring out the copper coins from the shell.

Looking at the copper coins scattered on the ground, his face turned pale in an instant: "Let's hurry on our way. This divination... is really not good."

Seeing this, the subordinate beside him was startled and hurried forward, asking anxiously: "Where should we go now?"

The high priest raised his head, sighed, and said slowly:

"Let's go to Bian Jing to find my senior brother. He has a high level of cultivation and extensive connections. Maybe he can save our lives.

If we delay any longer, I'm afraid we'll all die here."

The high priest no longer cared about anything else, and a group of people ran towards the mountains.

Naitang brought Zhao Qiaoniang to the basement. She walked along the narrow passage. There were more than 20 rooms on both sides of the tunnel, with heavy wooden doors closed.

She pushed open the door of the first room with trembling hands. The door hinges made a sharp creaking sound, which was particularly harsh in the dead silence.

A choking dust blew in her face, and Zhao Qiaoniang subconsciously covered her mouth and nose.

When the dust settled, she found dozens of female corpses lying all over the floor of the room.

The corpse had long since dried up, with the skin clinging tightly to the bones, appearing a horrifying blue-black color.

"Ah..." Cui Ya was startled and screamed.