Royal Demon Group

"This Qingping County is the current Pinggu County."

"Well, Qingping, Qingping, has a similar pronunciation to Qingpian, but it was gradually changed later." Yang Qiankun said.

"There are many versions of this story. I think this one is the most unreliable one. It has been beautified." After reading it, Yang Qiankun said: "I still remember that the one I heard when I was a child is not the same as this one."

"Fairy stories, have fun watching, basically there is nothing unbeautifying."

The little black elf was still hanging in the air. If it had vomited earlier, it would still hang its limbs and head, trying to play dead.

When they were leaving, Nun Amitabha Mingda sent them out, and when they left, the door squeaked and closed behind them.

When going down the mountain, there was snow on the slope, Li Tianzhe got playful and slid all the way down, Yang Qiankun was hit by the back as he was walking, and fell into the snow.

Yang Qiankun remained motionless, Li Tianzhe went over and patted his face.

"God stick, you won't go into shock, right? Hey, wake up, wake up."

Shaking Yang Qiankun vigorously again, he found that the other party was still awake, forget it, what is this called?You can wake up a person who is sleeping but you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep.

Li Tianzhe turned his head and was about to leave, but suddenly there was a rush from behind, Yang Qiankun grabbed a handful of Xuexue and flexibly squatted up from the lying position, and then pressed Li Tianzhe towards him at the speed of a hungry tiger. Snow is stuffed around the neck.

"Damn it, magic stick, you..."

The cold snow is stuffed into the clothes, and it turns into ice water when it is warmed. More heat is needed to cover the heat. After the clothes with a collar are soaked in snow water, when the cold wind blows, the cold people shiver.

Yang Qiankun succeeded in his treachery, stood up and ran, the downhill road was already slippery, he walked a little fast, trying to maintain his balance, he heard Li Tianzhe's roar behind him.

"Stop, I won't beat you to death!"

"You have the ability..." Catch up with me.

Yang Qiankun was a little carried away, he was only focused on shouting to Li Tianzhe, he forgot to maintain his balance, and "thumped" and fell like a dog eating shit.

He took a mouthful of snow, and heard Li Tianzhe's burst of laughter behind him.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Li Tianzhe went up and stuffed a ball of snow into his clothes. When he was running away, he was pulled by Yang Qiankun and also fell down.

The two came and went, and when they got home, their clothes were soaked.

Yang Qiankun's grandma didn't seem to remember Yang Qiankun's return. The door was closed, and the cold wind blew at the door for more than ten minutes, making him look like a fool. When he entered the house, he felt the meaning of life.

Li Tianzhe took off his outer coat. There is no washing machine here, so he had to set it up and dry it. It was inconvenient when he came here, so he didn't bring a thick coat. Now his clothes are wet and he can't go out.

He just wore a blue sweater, curled up on the kang, tucked his hands into the sleeves and warmed himself by the fire, while watching Yang Qiankun and his grandma read in a small notebook with presbyopic glasses, and almost burned the wool on the sweater.

Yang Qiankun tied the little black elf to a stake outside, which is the place where dogs are usually tied, and you can see it from the window.

The little black elf was still pulling on the chain and wanted to run, Li Tianzhe felt that if he put a food bowl in front of it, he would look more like a dog.

When Yang Qiankun came back, he moved a chair to sit beside the fire and warmed himself up.

"What is your grandma looking at?" Li Tianzhe blocked Yang Qiankun with his hands.

"You let go of it, my grandma can't hear you."

Yang Qiankun took a small iron stick to pull the fire, took out the iron when it was red hot, let it cool, and put it in again to burn.

"Boy, I can hear your grandma." The eyes of the grandma who read the small books came through the reading glasses.

Yang Qiankun: "..." Grandma, when will you hear it again...

"I'm looking at my notes. Who is like you lazy boys? How many years have you not written?" Grandma said tremblingly, but her words were clear.

"Grandma, you're right!" Li Tianzhe flattered him appropriately, but he didn't know if Grandma Yang Qiankun heard it.

Yang Qiankun: "..."

After eating at noon, Li Tianzhe was a little miserable. Yang Qiankun's cooking was really unspeakable. His grandma kept praising the delicious food, which gave him great confidence. Is this probably the love of the house?Love your grandson, so love the food your grandson cooks?

In the afternoon, the snow fell even more heavily, and a whole pile of snowflakes floated down from the sky. The little black elf gave up struggling, and Li Tianzhe saw that it was covered with a layer of snow.

Water was gurgling on the fire, and when Li Tianzhe was bored, he asked grandma if he could tell the story of the saint.

"Grandma, can you tell us the story of the saint?" Li Tianzhe said.

Grandma didn't move, she was sewing with thread in her hand, and there was a small weaving basket next to it, with thread and cloth in it.

"Saint..." After a while, grandma began to speak.

Li Tianzhe: "..." Grandma, you heard that...

The story of the saint is told from the mouth of the old man. The unique voice and trembling voice give the whole story a sense of history.

The characters in the story have not changed. The Liu sisters are a pair of twins with good natures. It is true that there has been a three-year drought in Qingping County, but what the eminent monk said was not "build a temple, pray for rain, and worship the saint" but build a temple. Temple, offering sacrifices to the saint, changing the rain.

The kind Liu sisters were elected, so they had to give up their lives as ordinary girls and enter the temple to become saints. But after entering the temple, what they suffered was not good. When they needed help, those villagers, those Those who have been favored by the Liu sisters have forgotten their favor. They only want to exchange for the saint of rain, and they don't care whether the lives of the two innocent girls are let down.

The saint is dead, but not in front of the gate, but on the temple gate!

The sky was gray all afternoon, and the snow was even heavier at night. In the afternoon, Yang Qiankun prepared things for tomorrow's practice. Li Tianzhe laughed while watching him prepare.

"Is it necessary to recite scriptures or something in order to perform deeds?"

"Don't you use garlic..."

"Is this basin made of money paper?"

"Can you draw talismans? You're not fooling your grandma again, are you?"

"God stick..."

Yang Qiankun: "...Brother, I'm very busy."

"What should I do? I'm free, but I can't help you."

Yang Qiankun looked at Li Tianzhe and his grandma sitting leisurely by the fire, lamenting his fate of hard work.

At night, Li Tianzhe got into bed in the cold weather, and soon fell into a dream.

Wisps of cigarette smoke in the room drifted in the darkness, Li Tianzhe seemed to be able to smell this smell in his sleep, he entered a dream, like an ordinary dream, he had no entity, only felt that he was on an ancient street .

The sight in front of me was very real.

There are two rows of shops on both sides of the street. The names of the shops are written in traditional characters. Li Tianzhe recognized a shop called Qingping County Rice Bank by relying on their characters.

He immediately thought of the words on that stone, and that Pinggu County was originally called Qingping County.

During the Western Wei Dynasty, Qingping County.

On the busy street, there are various small stalls, and the stall owners are hawking, so it is very lively.No matter how busy the streets are, there are also poor places and dilapidated corners.

Near the bridge across the river, there were beggars huddled under the bridge, and two young girls, holding baskets in their hands, were buying fruits and vegetables from the store.

The two girls saw a beggar lying down under the bridge in ragged clothes, with a broken sack under his body, and a bowl in front of him, but there was not a single coin in the bowl, so the two sisters hurried over.

"Old man, what's wrong with you?" one of the girls asked.

"...Hungry..." The beggar was skinny, with sunken cheeks, and murmured a word from his chapped mouth.

"Sister, this old man looks so pitiful." Another girl said that she looked exactly like the girl she called her sister.

"Old man, if you don't mind, let's eat some fruit." The girl who was called the elder sister took out a fruit that could be eaten directly from the basket and handed it to the beggar.

"...Thank you...Thank you, girl..." The beggar took the fruit, wolfed down a few mouthfuls, and said vaguely with his mouth full of food.

"Here are some silver coins, old man take it." The younger sister took out some silver coins and put them in the bowl in front of the beggar.

The beggar held the half-eaten fruit in his hand, knelt on the sack, bent down, and kowtowed a few times.

"Live Bodhisattva...Live Bodhisattva..."

"Old man, old man, you can't do this." The two sisters rushed to help the beggar up.

There were people coming and going on the bridge, and a small vendor carrying a burden passed by and saw the Liu sisters helping others.

"The Liu sisters are really beautiful and kind-hearted, and they are truly a living Bodhisattva."

The Liu sisters covered their mouths and laughed lightly, and said: "Brother Xiaolang is joking, how can we be living Bodhisattvas, just do it with a little effort."

The small trader left with his burden.

The scene of the bustling street gradually changed. After three years of drought, the fields had no harvest, and the street scene became increasingly depressed. Gradually, the shops on both sides closed their doors.

Looting of food and beatings of the common people began in Qingping County. The common people suffered unspeakably. There were even skinny people lying on the street who were about to die of starvation.

He fell headfirst on the street, and couldn't get up anymore, and his eyes were all miserable.

An eminent monk came, and saw him dressed in golden cassock, with a string of mahogany beads hanging around his neck, and holding a scepter in his right hand, looking at the scene in front of him.

"Amitabha, good is good."

There were hungry people on the street who crawled to the feet of the eminent monk and begged, "Master, help us, give us something to eat..."

The eminent monk sighed, and said: "It's good, it's good, the poor monk doesn't have anything to eat, but the poor monk has a way to save it."

The magistrate of Qingping County received eminent monks. The eminent monks said that the three-year drought in Qingping County was all caused by ineffective offerings.

The county magistrate listened to this and ordered to build a temple to worship the gods and pray for rain.

The people of Qingping County saw hope due to the arrival of the eminent monk, and the people praised the eminent monk more and more.

All available labor was requisitioned. The people of Qingping County, which had experienced three years of severe drought, were in dire straits. During the construction, many people died of hard work, and suffered from hunger. Everyone desperately hoped that the sky would come. heavy rain.

During the construction of the temple, the Liu sisters did their best to prepare things for the construction workers, treat workers who were accidentally injured, and do their best to help the completion of the temple.

Everyone was very grateful and only hoped that the temple would be completed and that it would rain.

When people fall into an urgent hope, once this hope is shattered, it will cause a huge explosive chain reaction.

The temple was completed, and the people of Qingping County knelt down in front of the temple every day to pray for rain. For three months, there was no rain.

Panic voices began to emerge from the crowd.

"We built temples and enshrined gods, why is it still not raining?"

"Yes, it's been three months, and there's still not a single drop of rain."

"Is this eminent monk a liar!"

"It must be a liar. Now we have nothing, and there is no rain. This is the way to cut us off..."

"Yes, liar, liar..."

Skepticism grew among the crowd until a wave of opposition formed.

"Everyone, stay safe and don't be impatient, stay safe and don't be impatient." The eminent monk stood on the high platform in front of the temple and said to the rioting crowd below. The anger of the crowd seemed to burn him to death.

"Everyone, listen to me, listen to me..." The eminent monk's voice was almost drowned out by the crowd's crusade.

"What are you going to say, do you still think that we are not miserable enough? We have spent so much time and energy building temples and praying for rain, but there is still not a drop of rain." The leader of the crowd said.

"That's because there are no sacrifices." The monk said.

"Sacrifice, what sacrifice?" "Yes, what sacrifice do you want..." Everyone asked in confusion.

"It takes pure twin girls to sacrifice to the sky to get rain."

There were whispers among the crowd.

"Is what he said true?" "I heard that the gods need sacrifices to do things. Isn't this sacrifice the same as offerings, and it will be more effective after offering sacrifices." "Maybe there will be rain if there are sacrifices." ""Yes, yes, where can I find sacrifices?"

"..."

After everyone heard this request, some people showed embarrassment. Where can I find these pure twin girls?

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "Sisters Liu are twins, aren't they?"

With the goal, everyone has hope. After sacrificing the girl, in exchange for rain, Qingping County can return to its original prosperous appearance.

The Liu sisters were at home, the elder sister was working as a maid in the house, and the younger sister was making clothes in the yard. A little boy ran in panic from outside the door.

"Sister, sister, run away!" the little boy shouted out of breath as he entered the door.

"How did the little baby run like this, and my sister didn't do anything bad, why did she run?" Liu De said with a smile after he finished putting on a dress, shook his hands, wiped his waist again.

"Look at you running away." Liu You came out of the room, squeezed the little boy's face, and said with a smile.

"Sister, really, run away, those people want you to be a sacrifice!" The little boy eagerly grabbed Liu You's clothes and was about to go out.

"The monk said that he wanted twins as sacrifices, and they are coming soon, good sister, you go away!"

Liu You was dragged to the door by the little boy, and Liu De followed behind. When they reached the door, they saw a bunch of ordinary people already outside.

Among the common people, a woman saw her child pulling sister Liu, and shouted, "Lei Wazi, come back."

"You can't take your sisters as sacrifices, I will protect them." The little boy stood in front of the sisters and opened his arms to protect the Liu sisters.

The crowd automatically made way for the eminent monk, and the eminent monk came from behind the crowd.

"This little baby is only six or seven years old. She is also a pure person, but it's a pity that she is not a girl..." said the eminent monk.

When Lei Wazi's mother heard what the eminent monk said, she was afraid that her child would also be used as a sacrifice, so she hurried up to take him down, but Lei Wazi cried and refused.

"Folks, what are you doing?" Liu You said.

"The drought has been severe for three years. If this continues, Qingping County will be extinct." One person said sadly.

"Three months of praying for rain in front of the temple failed. Yesterday, the golden fairy came to the world and said that the gods would send rain only after offering sacrifices." The eminent monk bowed his head and said.

"The monk believes in the Buddha, and the gods in the sky are in charge of the rain. An eminent monk should be close to the Buddha. How can I feel closer to the gods in the sky?" Liu De looked at the monk and said, she was not gentle and restrained like his sister.

From the very beginning, Liu De disliked the monk. He proposed to build a temple to pray for rain, which cost a lot of money and added a burden to the common people. Now he wants to pay attention to the sisters.

"The most important thing in praying for rain is sincerity. How could the gods want me to wait for the lives of mortals?" Liu You said, his voice was weak, but neither humble nor overbearing.

"After offering sacrifices, you will become gods in heaven, but you have been wronged?" said the eminent monk.

"Then what if we prefer the secular world and don't want to be that god?" Liu De asked rhetorically.

"The people in Qingping County are in dire straits, how can you bear to see the people suffer?"

"Yes, that's right..." After listening to the eminent monk's words, there was a voice of agreement among the crowd. They only thought of their own interests, but did not consider the wishes of the Liu sisters.

"Then if this is the case, wouldn't it be better for you to sacrifice yourself?" Liu De sneered at the eminent monk.

"If the poor monk can, for the sake of the people of Qingping County, the poor monk will definitely die."

That eminent monk looked righteous and awe-inspiring, Liu De just wanted to laugh.

"Two benefactors, I'm sorry."

When the eminent monk said this, someone in the crowd came out with a rope and stepped forward to tie up Sister Liu.

"What are you doing?" "Let us go!" The Liu sisters struggled to no avail. They were tied and pushed to the front of the temple.