Chapter 113: Bad Luck*2

"At the foot of the mountain, they want to go up the mountain tomorrow morning."

"Send someone down to pass on the message or lead the way, and ask them to come tonight! Just say that Xianling Lake has caught thousands of kilograms of fish tonight, and we will prepare a fish feast and invite them to come and taste it." Lu Yao laughed, "These grandsons can only eat some grains at the foot of the mountain. They will be drooling when they hear it?"

In fact, these people fled here from Woling Pass, and they didn't dare to let go of looting along the way, so as not to attract the attention of the local authorities and unite to carry out cross-state pursuit.

So everyone's food has not been very good, and with low morale, everyone is dejected.

"Speak louder when passing on the message, so that more people can hear it. In this way, Wu and Pei's men will make a fuss, and they will not be able to go up the mountain later."

The "righteous army" suffered an unprecedented defeat, and the prestige of the commander also fell to the bottom. In this situation, the leader is weak and the soldiers are strong, military discipline is abolished, and it is difficult for the superiors to control the subordinates. If the soldiers are angry, encounter injustice, and suspect that you are no longer a good leader, they will easily mutiny.

At such times, generals must consider the needs and feelings of their subordinates, otherwise everyone will fall apart and run away. The worst situation is to kill the master and seize power.

The confidant agreed and was about to do it, but Lu Yao suddenly said: "Don't mention the officers and soldiers going up the mountain, remember, remember!"

In extraordinary times, the defeated army has a psychological shadow on the officers and soldiers. If they knew that there were officers and soldiers here, Wu and Pei might not go up the mountain again.

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There were many people in the house, He Lingchuan came out to take a breath, and by the way, stepped on the nearby terrain again, so that he could have a clear idea.

Tonight is not peaceful, this village may be the next battlefield.

The previous hustle and bustle returned to calm, and Xianling Village was immersed in the evening breeze. If it weren't for the patrolling guards coming and going, no one would have expected that something big would happen in this small mountain village.

He walked past the Shuiling Temple, and the best building in the village was inconspicuous in the thick night. The temple is not big, but it is built square, with four even corners, and the location is good, with the back of the mountain and the water, facing the vast lake.

Then, he heard a "crackling" sound, as if something was knocked over, broken all over the ground, and rolled twice.

He Lingchuan stopped and asked:

"Who?"

Shuiling Temple was quiet, only the gate was open, like a big mouth.

Could it be that there were bandits hiding inside?

He Lingchuan looked around, asked the patrolling guard for a torch, and walked in with the handle of the knife.

What are you afraid of? Shuiling Temple is in the east of the village, and it is now the territory of the officers and soldiers.

The temple is not small, with a worship hall in the front and a meeting place in the back. The low houses on the left and right are the residences and places for the temple keepers to store things.

Previously, the bandits hid weapons under the niche, and took them back after they drew a clear line with the officers and soldiers.

He Lingchuan walked around the temple with a torch, and there was no one, not even a single living thing.

There were footprints all over the ground, which should have been left by the bandits before.

Then, he saw a bucket of sticks on the ground in front of the niche, and the sticks in it were scattered all over the place.

The sound he heard earlier was this thing falling to the ground, maybe it was done by a cat?

He Lingchuan remembered what Zhu said, that the fortune sticks in the Shuiling Temple used to be very effective. There were too many people asking for help, and Shuiling was annoyed, so he stopped people from asking about good and bad luck.

He subconsciously wanted to pick up the fortune stick bucket, but when he was halfway down, he suddenly felt something was wrong:

What am I doing?

Shuiling is gone, why am I picking up wool?

Besides, the old turtle didn't tell fortunes for people when he was alive.

He Lingchuan was about to stand up, and suddenly saw a stick stuck in the gap of the carved altar, right under his nose, pointing at his nose.

It was almost pointing at his face.

The stick was blood red, and even if the light was not good, he couldn't help but notice it.

He pulled the stick out casually and found that it was not stained with blood, but red paint.

Looking at the small words on it, He Lingchuan cursed inwardly for bad luck.

There were two words at the top of the sign:

Bad.

Then he saw

The cuckoo occupies the magpie's nest and makes wedding clothes for others.

He Lingchuan's hands trembled when he saw the words clearly.

Let's ignore the sentence behind it, but the four words "the cuckoo occupies the magpie's nest" are like a thunderbolt, striking the deepest part of his heart.

He is a soul that originally belongs to another world, but he took over the body of "He Lingchuan", isn't it the cuckoo occupying the magpie's nest?

He Lingchuan looked up at the shrine, is Shui Ling really dead? It doesn't seem like it.

Or is it just a coincidence that this stick fell out?

There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind, and He Yue's voice came: "Brother, what are you doing?"

He Lingchuan turned around and saw Madam Ying, He Yue and Zhu coming over, followed by Mao Tao.

"Why did you come out?"

"The captives you captured are being tortured in the kitchen. I can't stand this." Madam Ying looked at the bucket of fortune sticks on the ground, "Are you asking for fortune sticks?"

"This bucket of fortune sticks has been sealed for a long time." Zhu also saw the fortune stick in He Lingchuan's hand and was shocked, "How could the young master get this bad fortune stick!"

The bad fortune sticks in the Shuiling Temple in Xianling Village are blood red, and she can recognize them at a glance.

"The bad fortune stick?" Madam Ying and He Yue were both shocked. Madam Ying grabbed the fortune stick and He Lingchuan didn't even react.

"What does this mean?"

Madam Ying couldn't understand.

He Yue leaned over and read it once, thinking carefully for a long time, and shook his head.

Mao Tao picked up the fortune sticks on the ground and put them back in the bucket. He Lingchuan stretched out his hand to him: "Give it to me."

Zhu immediately said: "Young master, Shuiling is dead, and asking for fortune sticks is not effective."

He knew it, but he wanted to try again. He Lingchuan held the bucket and muttered something, then shook it vigorously a few times.

Snap, a stick flew out.

Before it even landed, everyone could clearly see its color——

Blood red blood red.

He Yue picked it up first and read out loud by the light of the torch:

"My body is like a cage, and this hatred cannot be eliminated until I die!"

Another draw!

Everyone looked at each other, He Lingchuan looked ugly. Isn’t it enough to win one of these damn things?

What does it mean to be caged?

Zhu Xiuer watched from the side and felt that this lottery really suited her current situation, but why did Young Master He win the lottery?

What does a free and domineering person like him have to do with the "cage"? Not to mention the hatred that will last until death.

"I've never heard of anyone being so unlucky." Mao Tao couldn't help but said, "Young Master, is there something wrong with this barrel?"

He Lingchuan clenched his fists. The local Shui Ling himself had encountered an accident. Is it still useful to ask for a fortune?

Was this someone trying to trick him secretly?

He Yue took the lottery bucket and said, "I'll give it a try."

Mrs. Ying was afraid and held down her precious son's arm: "Don't! This thing is so tight."

"The art of divination is inherently mysterious." He Yue said with a smile, "Mom, don't worry, my luck has always been good." He shook it a few times.

A stick fell to the ground. It was a bamboo stick of original color.

He Lingchuan picked it up and took a look, and he won the lottery.

"Hey, yours is pretty good."