Chapter 169 Lin Mo Niang

I lifted the curtain and followed the expectations of Ba Mei. I happened to see a group of people wearing masks, ** wearing their upper bodies, dancing unknown dances, and saying inaudible words, as if they were doing some kind of sacrifice.

Perhaps because of curiosity, Xiao Muchun couldn't help slowing down the carriage. Not long after, the man dressed in strange characters and wearing a black grimace mask walked to the simple platform.

He shook the short wooden pestle in his hand, and the small pendant around the wooden pestle suddenly made a crashing sound. It seemed that he had read an extremely long spell. Suddenly, he half pointed the wooden pestle to the sky, and flames spewed out all over his body.

"This man is so awesome!"

In the car, Bamei exclaimed, but Yang Yanzhao continued to stare silently, just because a lot of wood things were brought from the high platform, and this scene reminded him of the bad habit of sacrificing with people in the old customs.

There will be no such thing in the Central Plains, but in southern Fujian, the people still have the wind of barbarians, which is difficult to say.

While thinking about it, there was a cry in my ear, but several people with masks dragged a tearful woman to the high platform.

The woman's clothes were torn open, and her white skin loomed. Although there was resistance, she could not beat the strong man, and she was soon tied to the wood on the high platform.

Then, the person with the black grimace mask danced with a wooden pestle. On his side, the rest of the masked people also danced with it, and around, more and more people came out. The Buddha was used to such a scene, kneeling on the ground one after another, full of piety.

"Help...!"

On the high platform, the woman was in tears. Hearing this, the eighth sister suddenly exclaimed, "Brother Six, she is calling for help from us!"

Yang Yanzhao was also shocked by the sound. After entering Fujian Road, this was the first time he heard such a familiar voice. The woman turned out to be from the Central Plains.

Before thinking about it, he got out of the carriage and said, "Brother Xiao, you take Qing'er and them to go first!"

Xiao Muchunned for a moment, but still drove away, and Guo Huai in the carriage behind also jumped down lightly, "Brother Yanzhao, are you going to take action?"

"Brother Hede, it's okay if you don't meet him, but now my younger brother is the transshipment ordered by the court. He is responsible for supervision and wealth. How can he watch such a life?"

Shaking his head, Guo Huai sighed, "Brother Yan Zhao, you can save it for a while, but you can't save a lifetime. This scene is prevalent in southern Fujian witchcraft. This is very common. Even if you are a teacher, you are powerless."

Seeing that the carriage had left, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help clenching his lips, "Even if he only saves one person, Yang Jing will never sit idly by. As for the whole southern Fujian, as long as I am one day, I will do my best to do it."

While talking, Yang Yanzhao tore open the hem, covered his face, and sighed. Guo Huai also followed him. At this time, the high platform was already very lively, the torch began to light, and the people under the stage also boiled up, very excited to say words that were difficult to understand.

"Brother Yanzhao, be careful of the man with the black mask. The witch religion has some evil tricks. Don't be careless."

"Ye-huh."

Nodding his head and watching the torch about to light dry firewood, Yang Yanzhao moved his body, quickly rushed up to the high platform, and kicked away the masked man who wanted to light the fire.

It seemed that someone did not expect to appear, and suddenly there was a riot. Taking advantage of this, Yang Yanzhao hurriedly untied the bound woman.

With a roar, Yang Yanzhao didn't understand, but the people who rushed up generally knew that they wanted to catch him.

He protected the panicked woman behind him, swept his legs sideways, and kicked away the people who rushed on all sides. Just as he was about to take people away, a strange voice came from his ears. He only felt that his whole body was weak and almost fell to the ground.

"Brother Yan Zhao, take her away."

With Guo Huai by his side, Yang Yanzhao suddenly lost the sense of powerlessness just now. He did not dare to hesitate at all and rushed to the high platform with the woman in his arms.

The people under the stage are obviously still in a slump. It seems that they never expected that someone would come out to make trouble during the sacrifice, which also benefited Yang Yanzhao. After a burst of galloping, he finally got rid of the masked man behind him.

In front of him, Xiao Muchun and others were stopping the carriage and waiting. They rushed over in three or two steps, stuffed the rescued woman into the carriage and handed it to the Luo girl who was looking for her son. When they were about to go back to pick up Guo Huai, they saw that he had already flashed.

"Brother Yanzhao, get out of here quickly."

Entering the carriage, Guo Huai whispered, and Xiao Muchun did not wait for Yang Yanzhao's instructions, but the whip in his hand pulled out the crisp whip and galloped forward.

"Brother, why did I feel weak just now?"

With one more person, the carriage in front will naturally be crowded, and the woman just rescued was obviously in panic. Yang Yanzhao took the same car with Guo Huai.

"This should be a kind of witchcraft. In southern Fujian, there are many witchcraft. It is said that there are seven or eight sects, so there are many kinds of witchcraft.

Although the practitioners are very contemptuous of the witch religion in southern Fujian, saying that it is an unbearable skill to demagog the hearts of the people, if they really go to the territory of southern Fujian, the most important thing to be wary of is this witchcraft.

Listening to the rare solemnty in Guo Huai's language, Yang Yanzhao did not feel more worried in his heart. For him, this trip seemed to be more invisible pressure.

After galloping for half an hour, he left Jianzhou City and arrived at the forest path. Xiao Muchun's carriage stopped and noticed the noise. Yang Yanzhao also got off the carriage.

"Insector, Miss Luo asked someone to find some water."

Hearing the words, Yang Yanzhao looked up at the sky, but it was already noon. Those masked people couldn't catch up, so they let everyone take a rest and take out the cakes they bought before to satisfy their hunger.

After Xiao Muchun took the water and sent it to the carriage, after a long time, Luo's woman helped the woman down. Although her face was still a little pale, she could not cover her beautiful and touching face. Her long hair was drooping, just half covered the snow-white neck with a group of coarse cloth, but she could not cover the graceful and charming atmosphere.

At this time, Yang Yanzhao also found that he had saved a beautiful woman.

"Thank you for saving my life."

He stepped forward and smiled at Yang Yanzhao. Obviously, he had known from Luo's daughter that it was the latter who rescued him.

"Girl, don't be polite," Yang Yanzhao said quickly and asked Luo's daughter to help her up and took the cake from Xiao Muchun. "The girl must have been shocked just now. There is some food, and she has the right to suppress the girl."

It was a little awkward, but maybe he was really hungry. He hesitated for a while, thanked Yang Yanzhao again, stretched out his slender jade hand, took the cake, and ate it.

Seeing her behavior, she was obviously born in a large family. Otherwise, she could not have such self-restraint. She may have followed her parents to do business. In an accident, she was exiled to Jianzhou, and then suffered that unfortunate thing.

The person has been saved. We should think about how to settle her. Maybe there is still a home in the Central Plains, so that Yang Yanzhao can also find an opportunity to send her back.

"Girl, how did you get to Jianzhou City?"

Hearing this, the woman stopped eating the pastry, wiped the corners of her mouth with her hand, and whispered, "The slave family was originally from Xinghua. It was really helpless because she was forced to marry, so she ran away. She wanted to go to the Central Plains, but she didn't expect..."

Speaking of this, his face was still a little frightened. Obviously, he still had lingering fear, but Yang Yanzhao was surprised that the other party was from southern Fujian, but how could he say such a pure word of the Central Plains?

Perhaps aware of his doubts, the woman continued softly, "The ancestors are all officials in the court. My father is very happy about the Central Plains. Because the slave family can be familiar with it, he can also know a little about it."

So that's the case. Although southern Fujian is not a wild place, Middle-earth culture has a long history and has naturally spread here. It is not uncommon for those officials and gentry to cater to the imperial court. It is not surprising that there is research in this regard.

"Since the girl's family is in Xinghua City, it's better for us to send the girl back home to save the worries of our parents."

As soon as Yang Yanzhao said this, the sadness flashed on the woman's face. "Lin Mo Niang has learned famous classics with her father since she was a child. She deeply felt the suffering of the people's livelihood in the countryside. She has long been determined not to marry in this life and do her best to pray for the people.

Now he is forced to be helpless, and his father is also unable to protect each other. He has no choice but to leave home alone. So please ask the prince to save people to the end. Don't send the slave family home for the time being.

What kind of determination does it take to enlighten the wisdom of the people with one's own strength?

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao's heart was full of respect. Even Guo Huai, who sat down on one side, was full of surprise in his eyes.

"Sixth brother, Sister Lin's is so miserable, so let's keep her by her side."

Seeing the sadness on Lin Mo Niang's face, Ba Mei couldn't help shaking Yang Yanzhao's sleeves and whispered.

Pinching the little girl's face, Yang Yanzhao said with a smile, "What Yuer said, when did the sixth brother ever not agree?"

Hearing this sentence, Lin Mo Niang was very happy to give another blessing to Yang Yanzhao, "Thank you, prince."

"The girl is polite, but it's a pity that the girl is a daughter. Otherwise, with the girl's mind, she will definitely be able to enter the court as an official and benefit the people."

Lin Mo Niang shook her head, "Although the slave family is just a people's daughter, she is not an official or a general, but she only has goodwill in her heart and can finally reduce the suffering of others."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help admiring, "The girl is really a wise person. She accumulates good for virtue, and there is good in her heart, but she is good everywhere."

Being praised so much, Lin Mo Niang lowered her head shyly, "The prince praised it."

After chatting for a while, Yang Yanzhao seemed to be unintentionally and casually asked, "Mo Niang's talkatively is extraordinary. I think that my family is also a big local family. Who will force you to get married?"

After a moment of hesitation, Lin Mo lowered his head and answered helplessly, "To tell you the truth, my father is in charge of the inspection of the imperial court, in charge of the military armor drill, and patrols Fuzhou, Xinghua and other prefectures, but he can't help but the other party's official position above my father."

"Who is it?"

"The one who wants to marry a slave is the son sent by the court to appease him."