Chapter 175

"Giddy-up! Ram into all the others from the other villages and scatter them!"

An Sheng sat on the makeshift palanquin. On his cheeks, there was no confusion about the current situation, only joy.

An Sheng had seen such scenes countless times in his past life. However, in his past life, because he was not a local villager and had not married or had children here, he mostly sat on the sidelines watching the show during the celebrations where people and gods rejoiced together.

The gods here in Xia Dong, whether they were orthodox Taoist immortals or local deities, were 99.9% human ancestor gods who could find prototypes in history.

During festivals or when encountering grand events, local villagers in Xia Dong would go to the ancestral hall to invite those who were called gods but were actually ancestors to participate in activities spontaneously organized by the common people.

An Sheng was now sitting on a palanquin, being carried by local villagers in a parade through the village.

After the parade in the village ended, they would head to a designated location to meet up with the god-parading teams from other villages.

Next, all the villages participating in the tea-fighting competition would carry their own gods and engage in a race against time on a prescribed route. Whoever's god arrived first could sit at the very top of the altar and eat the first incense.

In a sense, the god-parading teams fought for the glory of their village, and there were rewards for winning.

It didn't matter if they lost; there was always a seat on the prayer mat in the ancestral hall.

Whenever the ancestors forgave you, you wouldn't have to kneel in the ancestral hall to plead guilty to the ancestors.

Although it was just a process, current technology was truly too developed.

If one was not careful, the matter of being punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall could easily become a hot topic on the Yin Fu platform, leading to social death.

Whether it was the young people of Changxi Town or the young people of other villages, they all exerted their full strength.

"Crackling—"

The palanquin team carrying the gods, facing the firelight of firecrackers and the thin mist of gunpowder smoke, completed the ceremony of circling the village. The time had already reached five o'clock in the morning, and the villagers of Changxi Town arrived at the scheduled assembly ground in high spirits.

"This thing is still the most invigorating!"

During the process of circling the village, An Sheng borrowed some props from in front of villagers' doors, such as a feather duster, one of the banes of naughty children, or branches from a willow tree, as well as two broken data cables.

Willow branches paired with a feather duster, warding off evil while hitting.

"Xiaoan, how do you feel? Are you uncomfortable?"

On the side, Yu Xueqing, whose face was not red and whose breath was not short, looked with worry at the little fox on the palanquin, who was holding a feather duster in its claws, and spoke with some hesitation.

Firecrackers were going off continuously in the village, and then they were carried at high speed the whole way.

Aqing was truly very worried that the little fox would be stressed.

"Whimper, whimper, whimper! Master, it's exhilarating! Fox, today I'm going to take on ten at once!"

The little fox's whimpering, falling into Yu Xueqing's ears, was translated into a concise and elegant phrase.

"Aqing, don't worry! Our group, Dad, is just a potted plant rental, just here to join in the fun. The real bloody battle is for those young people." Yu Zhenghong, who was carrying the palanquin, spoke happily, telling Aqing not to worry.

"Today, anyone can fall onto the street, but Dad swears to defend Lord Fuli's safety with his life."

Another uncle from the same village beside Yu Zhenghong couldn't help but complain:

"What you said is wrong. We haven't even started and you're already preparing to give up! Who wasn't carrying the god's statue and running wildly on the road when they were young? We are experienced and we are carrying it lightly, how can we not win?"

The weight of the god statues was not low. Ceramic statues over a hundred jin were considered to have undergone weight loss.

Yu Zhenghong rolled his eyes upon hearing this.

Yes, yes, yes, you can talk about when you were young, but do you have no idea what everyone's situation is now?

In a few more years, everyone will have high blood pressure, high blood sugar, high cholesterol, lumbar disc herniation, rheumatism, and presbyopia. Still being stubborn and refusing to admit you're old, right?

"Bold old man! Stop your whimpering chatter!"

"You just run forward, leave everything else to An Mou!"

The little fox whimpered in dissatisfaction.

"Dad, Xiaoan says you have too much negative energy, which has dampened his interest, and he doesn't want to bless our family anymore."

Seeing Lord Fuli looking at him and whimpering, Yu Zhenghong, who couldn't understand, looked at his daughter. Yu Xueqing spoke with some hesitation to translate for her dad.

"Damn it!"

"Think about when I, Ahong, was young, following the boss, I didn't even pant while sweeping the streets. Isn't it just a few kilometers? Even if Bolt came, he'd be eating dust behind my butt!"

His weak spot suffered a critical hit from Lord Fuli. Yu Zhenghong's old face suddenly turned red, and his blood surged.

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After a short rest, all the teams participating in the god-parading lined up at the starting point.

However.

The task of escorting the gods to the venue was not started according to an auspicious time.

The village elders took the 【Holy Cup】 and began to cast it, asking the various lords if they could start.

After receiving the consent of all the lords, the young people carrying the palanquins started instantly and ran wildly forward.

More than thirty palanquins squeezed against each other, crowding into a ball on the road, refusing to give way by even a millimeter, like players colliding at the start of a rugby match.

"Damn it! Hold on!"

Just as they started, An Sheng, who was near the edge of the road, directed Yu Zhenghong and the others to squeeze inward. Only by squeezing onto the road could they run forward, but their team was too far on the outside, and they were squeezed by the crowd and palanquins on the road until the palanquin began to tip over.

An Sheng hurriedly grabbed the palanquin armrests and shouted loudly to Yu Zhenghong and the others.

Originally, Aqing, who shouldn't have appeared in the god-parading team, stretched out her small hand without leaving a trace.

In an instant, An Sheng felt a push from behind, and the palanquin, which had already tipped over, stood upright.

And as An Sheng's palanquin stood upright, the palanquin team that had been squeezing toward this side tilted straight to the right. Various exclamations were endless, and even the palanquin team on the right suddenly fell to the ground.

Strong men, like oxen, lay on the ground in a daze, hurriedly supporting the fallen god statues.

"For Lord Fuli!"

Yu Zhenghong ran in the front, one hand pushing away the crowd blocking his path, the other hand pulling the palanquin, trying to squeeze through the swarming crowd to complete the start, but moving forward was very difficult.

"My Lord Fuli opens the steel gate with one sword!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the sky was not yet fully bright, An Sheng looked around, picked up the willow branch beside him, and struck it directly on the buttocks of the person in front who was deliberately blocking the way.

With one willow branch from Lord Fuli, the pants of the person blocking the way were struck, sinking into the groove.

"Ow—"

Suddenly attacked, the person deliberately blocking the way suddenly let out an "ow," covered his red buttocks, and with red eyes, turned his head to see who was so lacking in martial virtue, using a sneak attack to hit his Mariana Trench.

He glared over.

The little fox stood up on the palanquin, held up the feather duster, and glared back from a high position.

He shrank his neck and laughed dryly while covering his buttocks.

Fine! It was hit by the god of another village; you hit my groove, you old man, you kicked cotton.

"Giddy-up!"

In the crowded human tide, some people were truly squeezed and couldn't start, but some who forcibly squeezed here used a self-destruction tactic.

Those who ran slowly started slowly, forcibly squeezing together on the road to buy time for their own people.

Those who ran fast kicked the ground hard and ran toward the tea-fighting competition venue first.

An Sheng hit one whenever he saw one, hitting their underpants until they sank into the groove.

"Out!"

Yu Zhenghong squinted his eyes, ignoring other things, and used all his strength to squeeze forward. An Sheng hindered other teams from pulling the palanquins, blocking their start.

Yu Zhenghong squeezed forward, and suddenly the space in front of him cleared. He immediately shouted with joy. The seven people in the same team suddenly felt their spirits lifted, took a step back to gather strength, and rushed forward. Those in front pulled the palanquin hard.

"Damn it!"

Yu Zhenghong exerted too much force. When he pulled the palanquin out, he fell on his butt on the ground. However, the palanquin Lord Fuli was riding in had already reached the starting line.

The seven palanquin bearers didn't care about Yu Zhenghong and all ran forward with all their might.

Even though he was sitting on the palanquin, An Sheng had already fastened his seat belt. He was bounced up and down, especially when turning, the palanquin was almost tipping over.

"Wait for me! I haven't carried the palanquin yet!"

Yu Zhenghong was startled, hurriedly climbed up, ran for his life, and returned to the team.

(End of chapter)