After the transformation, I became the white moonlight of good and evil

"This! This! This!"

The villagers were so shocked that they were speechless.

“Is this a human or a ghost?”

"Go quickly, go find the village head!"

"Ah? Oh, okay."

The man at the outermost edge of the crowd who was craning his neck to look was pushed by someone. He reluctantly withdrew his gaze from the ice coffin and ran quickly into the village.

When the villagers heard this new news, more and more people gathered at the riverside, blocking the river bank so tightly that no one could get in or out. They even ignored the fish that kept jumping into the river and looked at the ice coffin that was emitting a faint chill with curiosity.

"Oh my goodness."

The rough man next to the dog swallowed his saliva and stared at the woman's face without blinking.

"Is this a celestial being?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone around nodded in agreement.

"Even a fairy wouldn't be as pretty as this one. Look how red the flowers on her body are. Look at her legs, her legs." A man muttered, his nose felt hot and he quickly covered his face and moved aside.

The other men couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw this. The women in the village rolled their eyes at his useless look, and then looked at the women with envy on their faces.

The rough man gave the woman on the ice coffin a fierce look, then raised his arm and patted Gouzi's shoulder in a teasing manner.

"How about this woman becoming your wife?"

When Gou Zi heard this, his bronze skin turned visibly red, and he was unable to speak, humming through his nose.

Hahaha.

Seeing his shy look, the women around him laughed out loud, while secretly glancing at the man's exposed strong upper body.

Before he could reply, cheers came from outside the crowd.

"Make way, the village head is here."

"Mr. Qian is here, hurry up, get out of the way."

Seeing this, the man hurriedly made way for the wide road and looked respectfully at the old man in green robe who was slowly approaching surrounded by the crowd.

Although his hair is full of white hair, he looks extremely capable and his eyes are bright.

Following the cleared path, avoiding the jumping live fish on the ground, he approached and saw at a glance the ice coffin lying on the pile of fish and the person frozen inside.

This mysterious look immediately made his eyes shrink.

Master Qian was not like the peasants around him. He was a scholar who had seen the world and passed the imperial examinations. He immediately saw its strangeness and formed some judgment in his mind.

His face looked unusually serious.

If this person is the legendary immortal, then it is a disaster rather than a blessing for his small fishing village. After all, he is close to his seventies and no longer holds unrealistic fantasies in his heart, thinking of relying on the mercy of immortals.

He now deeply agrees with what the governor said: "The king should remember and be granted a title, but fame and honor are not determined by heaven."

He looked around quietly at the villagers and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Alas, so many people have seen it. It is no longer possible to quietly throw it into the river. It is better to hand it over to the city government for handling.

He then coughed lightly. Under his prestige, everyone stopped talking and looked at Mr. Qian, waiting for him to speak.

"Huzi, Erniu..."

The head of the village pointed out several names in succession and ordered, "Take my official seal and go to the city to report immediately. This matter is extremely urgent and cannot be delayed."

He turned around and called a few people's names.

"You guys cover this ice coffin with cloth and drag it to the ancestral hall. Ergou, you are the most prudent person. From today on, no one is allowed to approach the ancestral hall without my order. Those who disobey my order will be punished according to the village rules."

"And everyone present here, this news must not be disclosed to outsiders. If others learn of it, it may lead to disaster."

"Here!"

Seeing the serious expression of the headman and feeling his stern gaze, the people around stopped laughing and responded loudly.

Then a woman brought a large piece of clean cloth and floated it on the ice coffin. With the efforts of a group of ruffians, they slowly dragged it into the ancestral hall.

Although the head of the village ordered that the matter should not be spread outside, the news that the fairy was caught in the fishing nets spread quickly, and from time to time people would come here under the pretext of observing the fairy's whereabouts.

The people in the neighboring villages were easy to deal with, as they could borrow the help of the government and put pressure on the village head to persuade them to return. But they could not stop the wandering knights. Although this place was remote and the people who came were all idle warriors with only a little kung fu, it still made this small fishing village exhausted.

The number of people protecting the ancestral hall gradually increased from Ergou alone to eight people. Even so, from time to time, people would break into the ancestral hall at night, wanting to catch a glimpse of the immortal.

Tap tap tap~

On a country road, a group of more than ten imperial guards were escorting a middle-aged man in a crown and robe. He was wearing an official hat and a cloud goose robe, exuding a solemn aura.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed and his heart was awed.

He was surprised to see the traces of gods appearing in his own jurisdiction. When he saw the villager presenting the official seal of the village head, along with his own handwritten letter and his handprint in the corner of the letter, he immediately sent someone to report to the governor without hesitation.

He had seen many stories of immortals, but most of them were fake. This was the first time he had seen a guarantee from the village head's official seal, so he couldn't help but take it seriously.

After all, the governor is also very interested in immortal traces, and it is possible that they will become a qualification for his promotion.

"How long until we arrive?"

The knife-wielding young man riding a fine horse shook the reins and approached, saying, "My Lord, it will take another two hours to reach Yujiang Village."

The prefect heard this and saw that it was still early, so he said loudly: "Everyone, work harder and try to reach Yujiang Village by noon."

“Here—”

Everyone responded with a roar, and they all flicked their reins, making snapping sounds. The horses neighed loudly, and clouds of dust were raised on the path.

In a small fishing village.

The village chief was no longer as capable as he used to be. His bright eyes showed fatigue, and even his clean hair and beard looked particularly messy.

He had been suffering for a long time, especially the frequent visitors, which had caused him a lot of trouble. There were several conflicts. Even three of the men who had been guarding the place were dead. If this continued, he would not be able to keep this miracle.

After all, the stability of the villagers was the most important thing to him. This miracle? He didn't need it.

At this moment, there was a sound of light footsteps outside the door, followed by a man's loud shout.

"Mr. Qian, Mr. Qian. The masters from the city are here! They brought a bunch of runners with them!"

finally come!

The old man stood up suddenly after hearing this, his beard trembling with excitement. He immediately felt no pain in his waist or legs and went out to greet the guests.

Then, a group of more than ten people were seen walking in the village in the dust. The surrounding villagers looked at these soldiers in majestic clothes in a timid manner.

Seeing the familiar figure, Qian Lao's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Lord Wang, how are you?"

The prefect saw the old man walking up quickly, and he didn't put on airs. He jumped off his horse neatly and held the old man who was about to salute him with both hands.

"Mr. Qian, you are embarrassing me."

"The etiquette cannot be abolished."

Old Qian shook off his supporting arms and bowed respectfully, causing the prefect to accept with a wry smile.

Immediately realizing the urgency of the matter, he raised his hand, grabbed Lord Wang's sleeve, and led him to the ancestral hall.