Zhu Xian: Learn from the Great Ying Immortal and rebuild the Trinity School

Chapter 32 Acting out a Dream of Red Mansions
"Boss...what do you mean!?"

Lao Li felt that he was being made fun of, and his face turned pale.

However, due to Xu Zhiqiu's ability, the villagers did not dare to lose their temper for the time being.

"Don't worry, let me ask a question first," Xu Zhiqiu calmed everyone and pointed to the mountain god statue.
"Is that statue the mountain god of Daling Mountain?"

"You ask even though you already know the answer." Lao Lizheng snorted coldly.

"Oh, then Daling Mountain is a branch of Huqi Mountain?"

"So what?"

"Then it's going to be exciting!"

Xu Zhiqiu grinned, pressed the "gift" on his back, and pulled it hard.

The black cloth covering it was removed, revealing its true appearance, which turned out to be a human-shaped clay statue.

It is exactly the same as the one in Kaoshan Village, both are made of clay and mixed with bamboo strips and straw.

"Let me introduce you. This is the mountain god of Huqi Mountain. According to the territory he governs, isn't he the immediate superior of your mountain god?"

The villagers were speechless for a moment, and their eyes were fixed on the statue.

The atmosphere in the air suddenly became a little weird and funny.

for a long time,

"Young man, you are talking nonsense like this, do you think we are fools?"

Lao Lizheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and all the villagers were also furious.

Xu Zhiqiu, however, did not take it seriously at all and instead continued to talk freely:

"You don't know that I have great magical powers. It's no problem for me to travel a thousand miles a day. So today, I got up early in the morning and was in a good mood. I made a special trip to Huqi Mountain and invited the local mountain god to come and be my guest. It's a good opportunity for him to feel the hospitality of the local residents."

He waved to everyone and said in a serious tone:
"Don't just stand there! This is your mountain god's master, the great master, why don't you come and kneel down and worship him?"

Anyone can hear the humiliation in this voice, but since they can't get stronger with their fists, they can only have the courage to talk nonsense.

The villagers were all talking:
"You said it was? I told you it was fake!"

"You dare to pretend to be a mountain god by making a human figure out of a broken adobe brick... Be careful of retribution!"

"Humph... You dare to blaspheme the gods just because you know some witchcraft. We are not afraid of you!"

Oh, if you’re not afraid, why are you stepping back?
Xu Zhiqiu wrinkled his nose and shook his head slowly.

"That doesn't make sense. They are all made of clay. How come your mountain god is the real thing, but mine is just a fake?"

He looked back and forth between the two clay statues with a scrutinizing eye, commenting on them:
"My craftsmanship on this statue is quite good. Look at the facial features, they are well-made, much better looking than yours!"

Someone immediately refuted: "Nonsense! How can you judge the authenticity just by whether it looks good or not?"

"That's right! This statue of our mountain god was erected by the mountain god himself a hundred years ago. It is extremely effective. How can we judge it with the eyes of ordinary people?"

Xu Zhiqiu touched his chin and couldn't help but teasing:

"Oh, so he built a statue for himself? The local mountain god is quite unique."

"You!" someone said angrily, "Our mountain god statue can show its power! Its eyes can emit golden light and its mouth can recite the mantra!"

"This is also possible for me! If you don't believe me, just watch..."

After Xu Zhiqiu finished speaking, he kicked the clay figure on the butt disrespectfully.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound——

A vague noise came clearly from the clay.

Gradually, a faint golden light bloomed from the eye sockets of the clay statue.

As if in response, the local mountain god statue in the distance also had light in its eyes.

The two statues simultaneously displayed the so-called "miracle", facing each other from a distance.

All the villagers were shocked when they saw this.

“It…it’s working!”

"R-Rimasa-sama, is this true?!"

Xu Zhiqiu was almost amused by their lovely behavior.

A villager suddenly shouted:
"It's witchcraft! Doesn't he know witchcraft? This is a trick!"

Everyone suddenly came to their senses and echoed the voice.

"Well, that's a good guess."

Xu Zhiqiu stopped pretending and kicked the clay statue to pieces.

The "secret" in the mountain god's stomach was immediately exposed to everyone.

It turned out that the noise was made by long worms and mice, and the light was from fireflies. The so-called mountain god's appearance was just a clumsy trick. In fact, there was no Huqi mountain god? He just copied it to make it look good.

While everyone was still shocked,

Xu Zhiqiu's figure flashed, and he rushed towards another mountain god statue like a gust of wind.

"I want to see if this is true..."

"Be bold!"

"Do not blaspheme—"

The old man was furious and shouted to stop it, but it was no use.

With the same kick, the century-old clay statue was shattered into pieces.

Looking at the things inside, Xu Zhiqiu smiled:
"Oh, so the production process isn't much different?"

For a moment, everyone was speechless.

Staring at the remains of the statue.

Same little trick,

However, they were fooled by some mandrills and monkeys, and they deceived the people of the whole village.

Looking at these people's stunned expressions, Xu Zhiqiu even felt a little sympathy for their stupidity.

However, the old man then said:

"The clay statue is just an object, it can't demonstrate divinity. The people of the village have been farming for generations, relying on him to control the clouds and rain, and to ensure a good harvest regardless of drought or flood. We villagers have been deeply indebted to him for generations, how could we be frightened by a few words from you?"

Xu Zhiqiu raised the question:
"Do you think it's possible that even without the mountain god, it would still rain here?"

"You! You! How dare you!"

Lao Li was so angry that he couldn't speak.
He has lived for several decades, and has been following the teachings of his ancestors since he was a child.

The ideological imprints of generations have accumulated.

No one dared to question the authority of the mountain god in the slightest.

Xu Zhiqiu's move now is tantamount to digging up his ancestral grave.

"Bah!"

He was so angry that his blood was about to burst. If the villagers hadn't held him back, he would have rushed forward and fought to the death.

But Xu Zhiqiu did not give him a chance to refute and continued:
"The mountains and rivers of heaven and earth are the work of nature. Your mountain god is called a god, so why does he occupy the top of the mountain alone? I want to ask, is he a mountain god or a mountain king?"

"Besides, to sacrifice living people, which god's rule is this?"

"If I call it a wild god, I'm afraid it will be too easy. In my opinion, it is clearly a monster."

"you you!"

The old man was shaking with anger, and the villagers glared at him with their fists clenched.

Xu Zhiqiu continued:
"I know you are unwilling to accept it, but the situation is stronger than people. Since you can't take me down, you have to listen to my orders."

He said this with a cold smile, acting a bit arrogant.

"I'll make an exception today and be a strong man. I might as well be a little ruthless."

He pointed at everyone, including Lao Lizheng.

"Do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"What are you gambling?"

"Bet your balls."

Lao Lizheng said coldly: "If you have something to say, just say it directly. There is no need to use such provocation."

"Okay, I won't beat around the bush then."

After saying this, Xu Zhiqiu walked straight to the altar, rescued Lu, and reached out to touch her facial features.

After determining the bone measurements, he had a rough idea in mind and reunited the mother and daughter.

Due to his tyranny, others could only watch.

Then, he pointed to the fog-shrouded Daling Mountain and said to everyone:

"Next, I plan to perform a Dream of Red Mansions with the mountain god, but I wonder if you... have the courage to be the audience?"

As he finished speaking, the last ray of light in the sky was gradually swallowed up by the night.

The fog flowed down from the foot of the mountain, gradually spreading out like water.

I think it’s time for the mountain god to take the stage.

(End of this chapter)