When Xing Baotou opened his eyelids again, what he saw was a clear moonlit sky.

He tried to get up, but the pain all over his body suddenly broke out, causing him to let out a breath of cold air.

"Hiss~"

"The boss is awake?"

With an exclamation, a circle of heads surrounded him in darkness.

There was an old wife who was crying with joy, a timid little girl next door, and even more, a group of brothers who came over after hearing the news. Their expressions were complicated, with joy, anxiety, and fear mixed on every face.

Lao Xing endured the weakness and severe pain and stared at the government officials.

"Where's the monster?"

he asked.

The atmosphere in the field was stagnant, and the government officials looked at each other in confusion.

"Where's the Taoist Priest?"

he asked again.

The government officials remained speechless, but all looked at the closed door opposite. There was no sound inside, except for the thin mist slowly flowing down from the wall.

Alas~ He sighed inwardly.

Looking at his appearance, he didn't know. These brothers heard the news from somewhere and rushed here in a hurry. Perhaps because of his former prestige or fear of being held accountable, they did not dare to leave easily. But on the other hand, they were even more afraid inside.

The monster is afraid of delaying Qingqing's life and dare not go in to help.

So, I became a spectator outside the wall with the woman, the child and myself, the injured person.

He shook his head and stood up with strength.

At this time.

"Crunch."

The door that had been closed suddenly opened.

Everyone present shuddered and looked towards the door in panic.

Immediately, they relaxed together again.

But at the intersection of mist and moonlight, the short-haired Taoist strode forward with a sword in one hand and a bloody head in the other.

…

"Can the head catcher recognize this monster?"

The head in Li Changan's hand looked quite miserable, not as ferocious as the one in the yard who wanted to devour others.

The short black hair covering the cheeks was wet and stiff with blood; the two dim yellow eyes protruded from their sockets like dead fish; one of the fangs was smashed by the hilt of the sword, leaving only half of it hanging at the corner of the mouth; the neck

The skin and flesh on the wound were jagged, dripping with smelly demon blood.

When Lao Xing saw it, he felt three parts happy, seven parts disgusted, and quite baffled.

After Taoist Li walked out of the house, without saying a word, he shoved the pickled stuff in front of his eyes, Lao Xing. What else was asked, did he recognize the monster?

Pooh!

I, Lao Xing, am an innocent person. How can I recognize any monsters?!

"It's because of the impudence."

The Taoist priest saw a strange expression on the other person's face, slapped his forehead, and asked for a torch from others.

But I heard the "sizzling" sound of roasting accompanied by the smell of burnt meat and meat.

Li Changan turned his "smooth and clean" face to Xing Captou again.

"What now?"

Lao Xing's eyes widened.

This... isn't this the woman next door who hired to take care of three little babies? How did she become a monster? How could she attack a child she had grown up with?

Xing Qiao's head was pounding, he was so angry that he couldn't control it, his blood surged up, and he fell over again.

…………

When Li Changan said goodbye to everyone and returned to his di shop.

The sky has become brighter.

But Xiaoshui City is still immersed in the exhaustion after the carnival, and has not yet woken up.

There were few pedestrians on the street, and the restaurant was deserted. Only the wisteria on the wall and the old locust trees in the courtyard added to the excitement.

The store owner yawned when he heard Li Changan push the door open and came up to greet him.

"Do you need to prepare some food for the Taoist priest?"

"No need." Li Changan said with a smile, "Father, just go to sleep."

The two of them sang and went back to their rooms.

As expected, the room was already empty.

The Taoist priest left a pile of food on the table, and there was not much movement. Only the small bag of wisteria cakes was eaten clean, and no residue was left. There was only a small note left in the oil paper bag.

Li Changan took it out and found a line of small words on it.

"Tonight at midnight, on top of the Dionysus' cave."

…………

The Bacchus Festival has come to the last day, and it is also the grandest and most important day.

According to tradition, today, in the Bacchus kiln, the best wine brewed in the last round should be selected and presented to the Bacchus God, so as to bless the wine with mellow wine and all the best in the future.

Starting today, old wine can be released from cellars and new wine can begin to be brewed. Xiaoshui, a city on the water and a city of wineries, will also begin to operate again, and the streets and alleys will once again be immersed in the fragrance of flowers and wine.

Therefore, as noon passed, people had already gathered their energy and once again put on their costumes and gathered towards the Dionysian kiln.

Officials, scholars, gentry, wealthy businessmen, wine shop owners, etc. can enter the kiln to observe the ceremony, while ordinary people have to wait outside.

Li Chang'an and the owner of the restaurant and his family took advantage of the reputation of the Yan family wine shop next door, and were able to sneak into the Dionysus Kiln to watch the Western scenery.

Entering the Bacchus Cellar or Temple of Bacchus, even a modern man like Li Changan could not help but be amazed by the architecture in front of him.

When he first arrived in Xiaoshui, the Taoist priest also wandered around a few times outside the Dionysus Cellar. At that time, looking from the outside, the Dionysus Kiln was just a circular hall built on a stone platform at the end of a long street, with gilded eaves.

Even though the green tiles and red lacquer are magnificent and exquisite, they are nothing extraordinary.

But I never expected that in this main hall, covered by bricks and tiles, the temple itself was actually a huge deep well, more than ten feet deep underground and more than thirty steps wide.

For example, it is like a nearly ten-story building falling upside down.

There are planks and stairs connected to each other on the walls of the well, and many stone chambers are cut out layer by layer, specifically for storing wine. According to the store, every year the wine brewed by various houses in the city is moved into the stone chambers and aged for at least one year.

With the blessing of the God of Dionysus, the wine stored in the cellar will be particularly fragrant, which is why Xiaoshui Niang is famous in the north and south.

Li Changan was noncommittal about this.

Anyway, he had been hanging out for a long time, and the name "Xiao Shui Nong" had never entered his ears.

So he learned a little about it and turned his attention to the bottom of the well.

There is nothing else at the bottom of the well except for a statue of the same height as a human being enshrined on a altar. Different from the ordinary solemn and solemn gods and Buddhas, this statue looks like a man with a light fur coat and a slow belt. He is reclining and drinking from a cup.

It's a birthday party, and the clothes are scattered, which is quite the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Should I say that he deserves to be called the God of Dionysus?

There was also a mage on the altar, leading a few children, to preside over the ceremony.

The mage holds a dragon horn and wears a divine forehead, which is somewhat reminiscent of the Lushan Dharma sect.

Li Changan looked carefully and saw that the mage was still a female crowned woman, with white hair shawl, a stooped figure, and layers of folds on her face, as if she had passed the age of octogenarians.

"Who is the old mage?"

"That's Zhenren Qingping." The shopkeeper saluted from afar and then explained to the Taoist priest, "The host of Shuiyue Temple outside the city is the famous Youdao Quanzhen nearby. The Taoist teachings are profound, and all the merchants who come and go seek this immortal.

Please pray for peace."

Li Changan nodded and continued reading.

After a strange ceremony, this year's wine master selected hundreds of new wines from dozens of wineries in the city and presented them to the God of Bacchus.

Unexpectedly, several large wineries in the city were not selected, but the Yan family's small winery got an advantage.

Master Yanfang was immediately overjoyed. He opened the kiln on the spot, dispersed most of the wine and drank with everyone. The restaurants present followed suit.

for a while.

The cups are flowing and the wine is flowing.

Soon, the wine was passed outside the cellar, to the long streets, to the bridges, and to the boats. The city toasted and drank together, cheering loudly.

But in the end.
To be continued...