Now I understand that the old man thought that if he died, he would be able to give up his place, so he committed suicide by drowning.
After hearing this, Deren's wife's expression became more miserable and her lips trembled: "Uncle Chun, don't be like this, I don't want this child anymore. I, I will go to the hospital right now..."
After he finished speaking, he covered his face and cried bitterly. Many women sympathized and came to comfort him.
Naruhito's wife covered her face and sobbed: "It's the child's fault. It came at the wrong time, at the wrong time..."
The village chief was cruel and stamped his foot: "I am the village chief here. I have the final say. I will go back and let my daughter marry to another village."
Generally speaking, both men and women marry in the same village or exchange marriages. After all, marrying in will take up one more person's quota. Being able to get married proves how good a person is. I would rather occupy a quota than marry in.
When the old man heard this, he even refused to do it, but he couldn't break free from other people's hands and shouted hurriedly: "Let go, let everything go, I will always find a way to die, I will hang myself, wipe my neck, and see who can stop me!"
Deren's wife turned around and her voice was like a mosquito's cry, extremely weak: "I'm going to the hospital now. You all look at Uncle Chun and wait for my news."
Once the child is gone, there will be no need to seek death.
Deren climbed up, silently walked to his wife, supported her: "I will take you there."
Deren's wife nodded, and the two supported each other and prepared to leave.
The old man was anxious: "Don't go, you all let go, otherwise the child will be gone, and I won't have a few more years to live!"
Unable to break free, he burst into tears: "God, please do a good deed and take my life away. Why am I living for so long? I don't want to live anymore. Take my life away!"
"Uncle Chun, don't be like this, otherwise the Deren family will have no children in vain. Rules are rules. Don't take it easy. Gods naturally have their own reasons." Everyone advised.
Many sighed. No one at the scene gloated or smiled, they all felt sorry for the child.
Just as Deren and his wife had dead expressions on their faces and were supporting each other towards the hospital, suddenly a figure appeared in front of them.
Both of them were stunned, staring blankly at the figure not far in front of them. She was wearing a wide-sleeved double-breasted dress like the first generation of gods. Her whole body was spotless, and her long black hair and dress were floating slightly in the wind.
Everyone was stunned, and the village chief suddenly shouted: "It's a goddess, kneel down and kowtow!"
As if they were just waking up from a deep dream, everyone quickly knelt down and bent their bodies. Just like the worship they do every morning.
After waiting for a long time before the gods spoke, they slowly raised their heads, only to find that the goddess had disappeared and could no longer be found.
The village chief stood up tremblingly and walked to the still kneeling couple Deren and his wife. After they stood up, the village chief showed his appreciation. He slapped Deren on the shoulder and said overjoyed: "Good boy, your wife." The baby in the belly may be saved!”
The villagers also started talking: "Yes, you two want to go to the hospital, but the goddess stops you. What about the proof? The proof is that the goddess won't let you go."
"I also saw a smile on the goddess's face."
"Yes, it should be a smile. The goddess is so beautiful."
“Better looking than the village chief’s daughter!”
"Get out!" The village chief glared: "How can my daughter compare with the goddess? If you continue to talk nonsense, I will drag you to the monument and make you kneel down for three days and three nights to apologize."
The atmosphere seemed to be much more relaxed. Someone else said to the old man: "Uncle Chun, you don't have to die, the goddess is here."
The old man was confused at first, then stood up and walked forward. Because this time he was not heading towards the pond, no one stopped him, but he still followed him uneasily: "Uncle Chun, where are you going?"
"Go and ask the gods." The old man said firmly: "The goddess didn't say what to do. The rules are still the rules. I will kneel at the monument. If there is no news, I will kneel and die there."
If those who have made mistakes in the past feel that they have been wronged, they can kneel in front of the sacred monument. If there is no news from the god, it means that he is indeed at fault, and he can only kneel and die in front of the monument.
But the gods have always been clear about rewards and punishments. They have never wronged a good person and never spared a bad person. Therefore, no one can stop someone from kneeling to death in front of the monument.
The villagers looked at each other: "Let's go too... Let's go and beg together..."
So all the villagers went. At this time, the school was still good, and the sound of reading could be heard from time to time.
The old man knelt in front of the stone tablet with the gods written on it, and prayed firmly and piously: "Dear gods, thank you for blessing us. I am an old man in his seventies this year. My wife and children have passed away, and I am frail and sick. I beg the gods to let me Pass away as soon as possible, so that one more person in the same village can be born, and it will be better to add incense to the gods and live forever. ”
Deren came with his wife and knelt behind the old man. He also prayed sincerely: "My name is Deren. Because of my wife's physical impairment, she thought she was infertile. Unexpectedly, she got pregnant unexpectedly. It was the fault of me and Chun." It has nothing to do with you. Please ask the gods to dissuade Uncle Chun. We should be punished for our mistakes.”
The villagers knelt down behind and waited.
The village chief stood in front and said: "The gods do not kill people, they only save people. If there is no instruction after the sun goes down, it proves that Uncle Chun's life should not be aborted. Tomorrow you and your wife..."
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Deren nodded: "Let's go to the hospital."
However, Deren's wife shook her head: "It may not take that long, but this is its life." If you kneel for a long time, the child may not be able to survive.
The old man said cruelly: "After burning incense, I will kowtow. My old man will die just as he kowtows to the gods, which is considered a blessing."
Deren's wife suddenly burst into tears. She knew what this meant.
Deren was anxious: "Uncle Chun..."
Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the old man: "No need to say anything, just kowtow to the gods, no one can stop me!"
The village chief also shook his head helplessly, proving that this was true. No one can stop others from kowtow and petition to the gods, because the gods are greater than anything else.
The old man was extremely calm and completely lost the madness he had when he was seeking death: "Village chief, please light some incense."
The village chief nodded: "Now that it's been decided, I can't stop it. Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is determined by heaven, and no one can have an opinion. I will light the incense."
Everyone nodded. The village chief went to the crevice under the high platform to get the incense hidden there.
After taking one out, everyone's eyes widened. This fragrance is as thick as an arm and as tall as one person!
The old man’s eyes are bigger than lanterns, right?
This is leftover from previous festivals and celebrations. One incense can burn for a whole day. But I agreed on the time for one stick of incense, but I didn’t expect that there would still be such a big stick of incense.
Some villagers couldn't help but asked softly: "If the extra ones are not turned into small branches, why is there still one?"
The village chief took out the fire sticks and lit incense, with a calm and upright look on his face: "It is not easy to make cupola incense. The last time I made it, it was the biggest and thickest in the past. I really couldn't bear to waste it. It was originally reserved for harvest commemoration. I didn’t expect it to come in handy today... Someone come and give me a hand, it’s too heavy!”
Everyone was stunned.
Two young men helped the village chief put in the lit incense. The incense was tall, thick and spectacular.
As soon as it was plugged in, a figure flew down from the sacred mountain and finally stood on the high platform. It was a male god, holding a roll of yellow silk in his hand. (End of chapter)