fake prince

Chapter 97 Ancestral Sacrifice
water source town

After leaving the Fucheng, it is only a dozen miles away. This town is a bustling town with the back of the Fucheng. There are many pedestrians and vehicles on the street.

Just looking from the window, among the teahouses and restaurants, you will find green moss and secluded stones, with a faint ancient charm.

Su Ziji sat on the bullock cart and looked at the streets and the crowds coming and going. There was a familiar prosperity, as if he had returned to his previous life.

"Is the great Zheng prosperous?" Su Ziji's eyes turned: "Can a world with supernatural power really be so harmonious?"

All forces will get their proper place in the game of time.

If there are supernatural powers, where should they be?
At this moment, a small team crossed the street, the leader was armed with a knife, the official uniform was an inspection, and the people behind were holding iron rulers.

People on the street are very skilled at evading.

"Huh?" The inspector was a middle-aged man. When he turned his eyes, he saw the bullock cart not far away, but then saw the green shirt, and his face softened.

This is a famous student.

Su Ziji smiled, cupped his hands, and didn't say much, he changed into a half-worn green shirt, but under the robe, there was a short knife tied to his leg, so after watching the incident in Tongshan, it was already a daily routine.

"Go to the Water Temple!" Su Ziji was instructing the coachman when he saw the inspection pass.

"Hey, someone seems to be spying on me." The spiritual power of Panlong's mentality made Su Ziji feel something, and he scanned it quietly, but he didn't find anything unusual, and a trace of vigilance rose in his heart.

"Brother Su, you are here." The bullock cart stopped in front of the water temple, and when Su Ziji got off the cart, he saw Ding Ruili waiting at the entrance.

"You go on your own, come and find me in the afternoon." Su Ziji confessed, because he paid a deposit when he hired him, and he hired him for one day, so the driver had no objection.

"Brother Ding, where are the others?" Although Su Ziji had some expectations, seeing no one, his heart sank and he sighed secretly.

Ding Ruili didn't know that Su Ziji was emotional, and said: "They have all gone in, I stayed here to bring you in, so that you won't find anyone."

"If there is a problem in it, many people here have seen it. Isn't Ding Ruili afraid of being investigated by the government? Or is it because I am overthinking?"

Su Ziji followed along and walked into the water temple. He could see that although there had been no incense for a long time, it should have had glory in the past. Although the walls were old, a few of them even collapsed, and there were many weeds on both sides of the path, but there were still hosts. , and some people offer incense.

Although there were not many tourists, there were some. Seeing that Ding Ruili didn't seem to care about people seeing this scene, he felt a little puzzled.

Su Ziji still wanted to investigate, but suddenly felt a coolness coming directly from the Yongquan acupoint, and once he felt refreshed, he immediately changed his mind.

This water temple is a bit weird.

The two walked along the old stele corridor, and Ding Rui pointed to the stained side wall and said: "This water temple was in the previous dynasty, and it is the head of the water temple in this county, and it is worshiped by the government officials."

"These paintings were drawn by masters back then. Although the government stopped official sacrifices due to failures and the incense was declining, we can still see the prosperity at that time."

Indeed, there are many peelings on the side wall, but it is obviously painted with gold and water powder. The sea surface is crystal clear like jade, and there are hidden thunder. Greeting the king of Baofan Fangqi, Su Ziji was startled, thoughtful.

"It's not just the temple paintings that you can look at. There is a forest with a beautiful scenery behind it, with wild flowers everywhere, suitable for picnics, and others are waiting there."

Su Ziji smiled: "Since this is the case, we can't make people wait for a long time, so I ask Brother Ding to lead the way."

Ding Ruili's expression was slightly unnatural, but there was joy in the corners of his eyes and brows, which made Su Ziji's heart sink even more when he saw it.

"Ding Ruili, the person is still the same person. He is completely different from the front and back. Although I think he looks wrong, he really wants to hurt me. Why?"

"Is it for the imperial examination? Ding Rui stands up for his words and deeds, and he is not a person who wants to make people faint. What good is it if he hurts me?"

Su Ziji thought to himself, and glanced across a grove in front of him. This shrub grove looks a bit elegant, and there are a few low houses protruding from the corners of the eaves.

Ding Ruili urged: "It's just ahead, I'm afraid I'm in a hurry, so hurry up!"

"It doesn't look like there is anyone here." Su Ziji said this deliberately.

Ding Ruili just smiled: "Lin Shen, I'm afraid I'm in the locker room, but I suddenly need to change clothes, it's convenient to go first, you just go."

After talking and bowing, he retreated.

Su Ziji stood where he was, and Ding Ruili, who did not chase after him, walked towards a row of low houses.

"I'm afraid this is the original location of the water temple." Looking at the low building that was more dilapidated than the main hall, Su Ziji glanced at the altar in the middle room without a door, and he understood.

The original altar was cast from a large piece of natural stone, and the weight was far too large for a few people to carry. The low house was also piled up with stones, and weeds grew between the stone cracks.

Although there is nothing on the altar, not even a statue of a god, it does not meet the specifications of a water temple.

However, these were not important to Su Ziji. He saw that there was no one hiding in the simple water temple, so he stood here and looked around.

Since Ding Ruili lured him here, it is absolutely impossible for him to just show his face here and visit the shrine.

Sure enough, in just a moment, there was a trace of mist, which gradually enveloped Xiaolin, and then, as if he was irritated, the dark wind blew past, slightly chilling.

The pressure on Su Ziji's body gradually became as heavy as a rock, but Su Ziji didn't panic, he looked carefully, but before Su Ziji could see clearly, a gust of wind rushed straight at him.

Su Ziji retreated a little, and the wind slammed into the stone house behind him, turned over in mid-air, and rushed towards Su Ziji again.

Su Ziji repeated his old tricks, gave way again, and the evil wind disappeared.

It was just like a phantom, coming suddenly and leaving strangely.

Su Ziji looked around, his face darkened.

"There is a hint of evil spirit, could it be a monster? However, the evil wind feels a little familiar."

Just as Su Ziji was about to leave, the bad wind picked up again, and he swooped down in mid-air.

"Pfft" This time, Su Ziji stretched out his hand, a cold light flashed, and there was only a puff sound, the evil wind was actually cut, it was obviously not a real evil wind, it felt like tearing apart paper, and dissipated out of thin air.

Su Ziji did not show panic, and calmly observed the surroundings, which made the tempter more sure of his judgment.

"You are indeed the son and grandson of Dazheng." Following the sound of footsteps, a familiar voice sounded coldly not far away.

Su Ziji turned around, and saw a very familiar person, Tan An, coming out of the fog.

But at this time, Tan An was completely different from the ordinary tolerance in Su Ziji's impression. Although his ordinary face was still gloomy, he did not look immature.

Looking at the eyes, there is also a kind of deep-seated hatred, as if Su Ziji is his own enemy who exterminated the clan.

(End of this chapter)