of the Prophet Liu Dashi had a very loud voice, and when he shouted, all the villagers nearby knew that he was back.
But no one was in a hurry to take the buckets back home. With Liu Dashi around, they would definitely distribute the water fairly, and everyone continued to busy themselves with their own work.
The children are practicing martial arts.
Some adults were chopping wood, some were roasting animal meat, some were beating trees, and some were practicing sparring with others...
Everything is in order.
Liu Dashi said: "Prophet, we had a meal at Mojia Village at noon. The food was really good. I really want to eat there every day."
The silver-haired prophet said nothing.
Liu Dashi continued, "The immortal was very generous in giving me water, but it was too wasteful. He poured water directly into such a big bowl, and a lot of it flowed onto the ground. It made me so sad."
The silver-haired prophet remained silent, as if he were dumb.
Liu Dashi had long been accustomed to the prophet's temperament.
The silver-haired prophet is always taciturn, just like the flowers growing on the snowy mountains under the moon, lonely, cold, beautiful, and out of reach.
Only a chatterbox like Liu Dashi could get all kinds of information from the prophet.
Liu Dashi asked: "Can we believe in gods from now on?"
This time, the silver-haired prophet finally spoke, "Xian is a variable."
Liu Dashi said: "I don't care if anything changes or not, I just hope my family can survive."
The silver-haired prophet looked at him calmly, then turned and went back to the yard.
Liu Dashi didn't mind and started distributing water to everyone.
The corpses of five poisonous beasts were piled up in the yard of the silver-haired prophet. He was the only one in the village who could remove the toxins from the meat and blood of the beasts. So every time the villagers killed a poisonous beast, they would send the beasts to this yard.
The silver-haired prophet went back to the house and got a basin to collect the blood of the poisonous beast.
The smell was foul and bloody. After the bottle was full, the silver-haired prophet cut his fingertips and dripped a drop of his own blood into it.
As this drop of blood fell and merged with the beast's blood, the blood in the basin gradually turned into a clear red. It looked very clean at a glance, and there was not the slightest bloody smell. Instead, it had an inexplicable sweetness.
The silver-haired prophet had a blank expression on his face.
He repeated his previous actions, and when the blood of the five beasts was almost drained, the long table in the yard was filled with basins one after another.
After a while, Liu Dashi came in and saw so many pots. He quickly called his younger brothers to come in and take them away.
The silver-haired prophet was holding a knife in his hand and cutting the beast meat.
We were busy like this, and before we knew it, it was getting dark.
Liu Dashi wiped the sweat from his head and carried out the strips of meat that the silver-haired prophet had processed. The toxins had been removed from the meat, but it was still raw and could only be eaten after being cooked tomorrow.
As for the animal bones, they were thrown out and fed to the village dogs.
After doing all this, Liu Dashi finally had some free time. He knocked on the door and walked into the prophet's room.
He was the only one in the village who knew that the Prophet had two faces.
The prophet of the day is cold and holy, and he is very frugal with his words.
But at night, the prophet seemed like a different person. He no longer had that cool aura, but instead gave people a weird feeling.
Those pupils were no longer the clear amber color, but a cold dark red, looking more ferocious than the eyes of a poisonous beast.
Liu Dashi was very scared at first, but later he found that the night prophet only looked evil, but was actually very easy to talk to.
At this moment, the prophet with red eyes was sitting at the table, drinking water.
Liu Dashi was not polite either. He sat directly opposite the prophet, put one arm on the table, and said tiredly: "I am so tired."
The Red-Eyed Prophet finished drinking the water and glanced at him, "If you die, I can collect your body."
"Haha, okay." Liu Dashi laughed, took out a jar of wine from under the bed and poured out two bowls.
Liu Dashi said: "Some people from our village went to build houses for Mojia Village. They provide food and accommodation... The food is very good."
The red-eyed prophet smiled and said, "Then you can go too. Anyway, you are strong and work efficiently. The people in Mojia Village will definitely welcome you."
Liu Dashi shook his head. "I still have to hurry up and carve. Starting tomorrow I won't have time to deal with these trivial matters in the village. Let my father handle it. He is the village chief. But he just drinks a little wine every day and strolls around the village humming little songs. I am the one who takes the lead in everything."
The Red-Eyed Prophet said, "Your father is giving you a chance to train your own team and improve your prestige."
Liu Dashi said: "I won't be the village chief in the future, so how can I improve my prestige?"
The red-eyed prophet smiled but said nothing.
Liu Dashi added: "Let's not talk about this anymore. After I carve the sculpture, I will go to Mojia Village to ask the immortal to find out what conditions are needed to make the immortal favor our village."
Hearing this, the red-eyed prophet sneered and said, "Immortal? I don't believe it."
"You don't believe there are immortals in this world?" Liu Dashi poured himself another bowl of wine and took a sip slowly. "To be honest, I didn't believe in immortals at first, but I have seen miracles with my own eyes, they are really great... Prophet, if you also go to Mojia Village, you will also firmly believe in the existence of immortals."
The red-eyed prophet glanced at him and said, "I'm not saying that I don't believe in immortals in the world, but that I don't believe in the immortals in Mojia Village."
Liu Dashi asked: "Why?"
The red-eyed prophet replied: "Immortals are just human beings after all. When I cultivate to a certain level, I can also become an immortal."
Liu Dashi opened his mouth in surprise.
These words...are so disrespectful!
If the immortal heard it, he would definitely blame me, right?
"Wait, practice..."
Liu Dashi suddenly stood up, walked to the prophet and grabbed his arm.
The Red-Eyed Prophet shook off Liu Dashi's hand with all his strength, and a fierce light flashed in his dark red pupils, "What are you doing!"
Liu Dashi didn't care about the change in the prophet's expression at all, but excitedly said: "Prophet, can you become an immortal too? If you become an immortal, I will definitely be your believer!"
The red-eyed prophet's face darkened: "..."
Liu Dashi asked: "Speak up, why don't you speak?"
The Red-Eyed Prophet snorted, "Do you think it's that easy to cultivate to become an immortal? Moreover, even though I'm not an immortal now, I can still provide you with protection."
Liu Dashi asked eagerly: "Prophet, I just want to know when you can become an immortal."
The Red-Eyed Prophet thought for a moment and replied, "Hundreds of years... or even thousands of years."
Liu Dashi's face was full of disappointment: "That's too long. I've died of old age before you became an immortal. I really hope to see the day when you become an immortal..."
The red-eyed prophet picked up the wine in the bowl, drank it all, and then muttered: "If you want to become an immortal, you must have merits. I asked you to kill the villain before just to accumulate merits..."
Evil people destroy the world, and if the prophet eliminates the evil people at the source, it will surely be a great merit.
However, according to the normal timeline, the first day that Luo Mingyue received the paper box from Mojia Village was exactly the eve of the birth of a "villain" in the village. It was just that Luo Mingyue fed the animal in time and prevented this from happening.
Otherwise, when Liu Dashi and others arrived at Mojia Village, they would find that three "vicious men" had already appeared. Even if they were holding machetes, they would be no match for the "vicious men".
In other words, if it weren't for Luo Mingyue, the people in Tianliu Village would have suffered long ago, and even the Red-Eyed Prophet would not have been spared.