Chapter 18 The Widow

What surprised Gongshu Jie was not that the girl had the courage to speak freely in front of him.

He was surprised that when the girl said these words, there was no resentment in her expression.

Logically speaking, a little girl was chosen by the whole village and given to the monster in the mountain, which was a huge shock. After escaping death, she was isolated and rejected by the whole village, and now she was called a demon girl by everyone.

Being treated like this, the girl should be full of resentment and hatred towards the villagers.

But now, Gongshu Jie could not see such emotions in the girl. What he saw was a kind of indifference after seeing everything, as if she didn't care no matter how the villagers insulted and misunderstood her.

To be honest, if this kind of indifference appeared in an old man who had experienced all kinds of life, or in an ascetic monk who had overcome all kinds of disasters, Gongshu Jie would not be surprised.

But the girl in front of him was just an uneducated girl in the mountains! She couldn't even read, but she had this kind of mentality of not being surprised by praise or criticism.

Gongshu Jie felt that he understood why the Wolf God cared about this little girl.

Such an excellent little girl is indeed impressive.

If it weren't for the fact that this little girl had a connection with the White Wolf God, Gongshu Jie even wanted to take this little girl back to Qianzhen City to teach and train her.

This girl is a good seedling...

Gongshu Jie sighed in his heart, looked at the old village chief kneeling at his feet again, and said, "Okay, you have heard the conversation between me and this little girl. If the White Wolf God in the mountain really wants to deal with you, why would he wait until now? So you can get up, don't kneel to me."

"What's more, with the dignity of the White Wolf God, if He is really angry and wants to go down the mountain to punish you, I can't stop him at all. If I stop him by force, I can only be buried with you."

"So you don't have to kneel, it's useless to kneel, I can't help you."

Gongshu Jie said this calmly, but it scared the villagers.

The old village chief was even more terrified. He looked towards the direction of Hanyu Mountain again, and then asked anxiously, "Wu... Wuzhu Master, is the wolf... Wolf God really that powerful?"

In the simple worldview of the villagers, the Wuzhu Master of a city is already the top and top big man. As long as the Wuzhu Master takes action, any mountain spirits and monsters will flee.

But the Wuzhu Master in front of him actually claimed that he was no match for the white wolf in the mountain? And he was so humble... Is the white wolf really that scary?

The old village chief couldn't imagine what kind of monster would be more powerful than Wuzhu Master.

And Gongshu Jie looked at the old man in front of him, thought about it, and decided to tell the truth, so as to prevent these villagers from continuing to do stupid things in the future and offend the white wolf god in the mountain.

So he nodded and said, "Yes, the White Wolf God in the mountain is so powerful. Let alone me, if I really anger Him, I'm afraid no one in the entire Huotong Kingdom can withstand the anger of the Wolf God... So you guys take care of yourself."

Speaking of this, Gong Shujie couldn't help but sigh.

He thought carefully about what the villagers did, and couldn't help but admire the good temper of the White Wolf God.

It's not surprising that ordinary monsters tolerate the villagers' slander and rumors for the sake of incense and vows. Anyway, the villagers just need to provide incense and vows. But the White Wolf God in the mountain clearly doesn't care about the offerings of this small Shuisheng Village, nor does he care about incense and vows.

In this case, it took eighty years for the villagers to maliciously spread rumors and slander behind their backs before deciding to give them a warning. And after the warning, the villagers not only did not repent but even worsened.

But even so, the White Wolf God didn't get angry.

To cultivate such a temper, not to mention the beasts with frequent vicious people, even among humans, I am afraid that not many people can do it.

Before, he was a little worried that the white wolf would go down the mountain to cause chaos in the world, but now he is completely relieved.

As long as Huotong Kingdom treats it sincerely, this beast will not be a disaster.

Thinking so in his heart, Gongshu Jie saw that the villagers had all stood up, and asked the village chief again.

"You just said that the reason why the White Wolf God opened incense here was because of a wealthy businessman eighty years ago? Do you know the name of the wealthy businessman? Where does he live?"

This wealthy businessman may be the reason why the White Wolf God is willing to stay here.

As a majestic beast, he is willing to condescend to be the god of a mountain and protect a place for eighty years. There must be a hidden story in it.

If the wealthy businessman can be found, perhaps we can know what happened eighty years ago, and we can also understand more about the mysterious White Wolf God.

But Gongshu Jie's question was obviously impossible for the villagers to answer.

Not to mention the group of young people who were confused in the audience, even the several village elders on the stage looked at each other in bewilderment.

It was eighty years ago that the temple was built for Bai Lang.

The oldest village chief in the village was only two years old at that time and had just learned to walk. Even the old village chief knew nothing about this matter, let alone others.

"This... we really don't know," the old village chief said awkwardly, "The rich businessman paid for the temple, and it was eighty years ago. Now he must have been buried, and you, Mr. Wuzhu, may not be able to find him."

The old village chief's answer disappointed Gong Shujie. But he also understood that this matter could not be forced, so he could only sigh.

"That's right, eighty years is too long. Even if you can find the rich businessman, I'm afraid it will only be a cup of yellow soil."

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the crowd.

"I know! I know the name of that wealthy businessman! Master Wu Zhu, I know!"

This voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Uncle Jie looked around and saw a dark man in the crowd raising his hands and shouting loudly. The villagers around him quickly stretched out their hands to pull him, frightened.

"Wang Laoliu! You are talking nonsense again!"

"That's right! Don't you see what kind of occasion this is? Then it's your turn to do whatever you want?"

The villagers were frightened by this hunter who always had a big mouth. They pulled him desperately and tried to cover his mouth.

Uncle Jie waved his hand and said, "Let him go and let him speak. It doesn't matter if he says it wrong."

Hearing Wu Zhu's instructions, the villagers subconsciously looked at the old village chief. After seeing the old village chief nod, they silently let go of the black and strong Orion.

After everyone let go of him, the hunter named Wang Laoliu snorted proudly and said, "A bunch of guys who look down on others. When did I, Wang Laoliu, ever lie? When I say I know, I know! The name of the wealthy businessman who built the temple is Wu Chonggu, and he is from Fushan. These are all engraved under the altar of the mountain temple. It’s a pity that you are all illiterate, so you don’t know!”

After Wang Laoliu said these words triumphantly, he looked at Wu Zhu on the mud platform, "Master Wu Zhu, everything I said is true. You can go to the mountain temple to check it out and you will know What I, Wang Laoliu, said is true or false.”

Wu Zhu nodded, looked at him curiously, and asked, "Are you literate?"

The mountain people in front of me have dark skin, strong bodies, and their speech and behavior don't seem to be literate at all. How can they recognize the carvings in the mountain temple?

Wang Laoliu smiled and said, "I, Wang Laoliu, don't know a single Chinese character, so I am just a rough person. But there is an ugly widow in our village who can read. These are the times when I went to the mountain to offer sacrifices, I heard her Said.”

Gongshu Jie was suddenly curious. In this remote mountain village, it is logically impossible for anyone to be literate, let alone a woman.

He asked, "Where is this woman now?"

"She died two years ago, but her daughter is still in the village. Well, it's her," Wang Laoliu said, pointing to Xiao Ai not far away.

Wu Zhu looked at the little girl in front of him in surprise and saw the disappointed emotion on the girl's face.

Is this girl's mother literate?

"Is that woman from your village?" Gongshu Jie asked again.

This time, everyone shook their heads and started talking at random.

"No, no, that woman is from outside."

"I was picked up by Ai Changsheng, and then he lived in the village..."

"I contracted lung disease two years ago and died..."

"You are young and have done evil..."

The villagers' eloquent stories allowed Gongshu Jie to roughly outline the image of a woman in distress.

He was educated and probably from a decent background, but he had a natural birthmark on his face and looked ugly. For some unknown reason, she ended up in this remote mountain and almost froze to death in the snow. She was picked up and brought home by a kind-hearted young man from a mountain village. After that, she married the young man who rescued her and settled down here.

But she died of illness two years ago, and the young man who saved her disappeared three years ago. The couple left only one daughter, who now lives with the young man's brother and his family.

After roughly understanding the cause and effect, Gongshu Jie stopped everyone's conversation and asked the old village chief to dismiss the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village. In the end, only a few elders in the village and the village chief's children were left.

The old village chief looked at Mr. Wu Zhu, and after much hesitation, he asked cautiously.

"Master Wu Zhu, have you found the demon seed?" The old village chief has not forgotten this matter.

Although they were most afraid of the white wolf in the mountains, they were also afraid of the demon species mentioned by the black-robed wizard Zhu. The old village chief was really worried that Mr. Wu Zhu would forget about the demon species because of the incident with the White Wolf God.

However, Gongshu Jie obviously did not forget this matter. He looked at Hanyu Mountain in the distance and said.

"Either the demonic seed is hidden very deep and has been integrated into the soul of the possessed person, so the demonic energy does not appear. Or I have lost track of it and it is not here at all."

"In short, I will stay here for a while. I will not leave until I confirm that the demon species is not there, so you don't need to worry."

"The only thing you have to remember is that you are not allowed to spread rumors and slander the White Wolf God in the mountains in the future. The Wolf God is broad-minded and doesn't care about you, but you can't knowingly do it, understand!"

Gongshu Jie's words were so harsh that the clan elders were frightened and nodded repeatedly, "We understand, we understand."

Gongshu Jie nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the outside of the village.

"Okay, you guys should disperse. Just do whatever you have to do. As long as I'm here, that demon can't turn the world upside down."

After saying that, Gongshu Jie disappeared from the sight of the villagers, without giving the elders in the village a chance to get close to him.

Several old people looked at each other, and someone asked, "What should we do next..."

The old village chief paused the crutch in his hand with a serious expression, "Of course I listen to Master Wu Zhu! The villagers are forbidden from spreading rumors to slander the Wolf God."

"In addition, the Double Ninth Festival is coming soon. We must prepare carefully for this harvest sacrifice. We must not fool around like before."

"Since the Wolf God is not a monster, we should sincerely worship him. Go back and tell everyone that from today on, every household must offer incense to the Wolf God every day. We must not neglect it!"