The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

A magnificent manor on the outskirts of Yajing has a vast garden, full of greenery, and exotic flowers and local orchids interweave into a fragrant ocean.

The fountain sparkled in the sunlight, and clear water droplets scattered like pearls. The white marble walkways are lined with elegant lanterns and delicate carvings, making every step look solemn and sacred.

The team of chefs hired from the Yajing Hotel were busy in the banquet hall, placing various Malay delicacies on the long table. The fragrant Rendang, the golden Nasi Minyak, the various sweet Kuih-Muih, each dish is carefully prepared by the chefs, and the exquisiteness is no less than the banquet of the royal family.

The guests gathered in the garden, waiting for the grand wedding to begin. It's just that there are more or less doubts on their faces, because they have accepted the invitation to the wedding, but they don't know who the groom is.

The only thing that can be determined is that the bride is a close disciple of the Malaysian Goddess and is said to be her appointed successor.

But what people don't understand is that this future goddess is obviously already married, and the man is Mashan, a new generation of gambling king who has been prosperous in Haojiang in recent years.

Of course, they had already heard about Haojiang. Ma Shan disappeared, and the He family lost most of their property. Now the big casinos in Haojiang are controlled by the Las Vegas consortium, and those who really control Haojiang Jiang’s is godfather Stephen.

It is said that this godfather was originally a priest of the church. He obtained the power given by God. Even the Las Vegas gambling king Elber had to be cautious like a primary school student in front of him.

It was he who helped the Western Consortium win the entire Haojiang.

People didn't expect that this little goddess from the Xuanjiang Sect would get married again in such a short time after losing her husband.

Everyone is curious, who is the groom?

Judging from the layout of the manor and the preparation of etiquette and customs today, the groom should be a Malay.

And the top disciple of the Xuanjiang Sect standing in front of the main hall to greet the guests was obviously not the groom.

Just when people were curious, the sound of gongs and drums was heard in the distance.

Outside the gate of the manor, on the broad road at the beginning of the pen, the vehicles have been cleared, and the procession of picking up the bride is approaching in a mighty manner.

The people at the front used firecrackers to clear the way, and the banging explosions resounded through the sky.

Trumpets and gongs and drums were playing all the way, and some people were scattering colorful fireworks that were flying in the wind on the roadside.

A large sedan with eight carriages floated into the gate of the manor surrounded by people.

Yes, it did drift in.

The people carrying the sedan were children wearing red children's wedding clothes, with gold powder on their faces. The poles of the sedan were placed on their weak shoulders. Their feet were about three inches from the ground and never touched the ground.

This made the guests slightly uncomfortable and always felt a little weird.

However, those who can come today have some relationship with the Xuanjiang Sect, and naturally they can accept such things as Jiangsu. Some discerning people even recognized that the person carrying the sedan chair was Jin Gumantong.

With the use of golden ancient mantong from the west to carry the sedan chair, Xuanjiangmen is indeed the best Jiangmen in Nanyang. People felt a little more respectful.

Standing at the top of the steps, Mandan saw the wedding reception team entering the door and nodded with satisfaction.

"Ask the groom to come out," he said.

After a while, a few young men in the hall brought out a shoulder cart, and the "groom" stood high on it.

The groom wore a traditional Baju Melayu - an exquisite gown paired with trousers of the same color, and a Tanjak on his head. The material was gorgeous and embroidered with gold thread, showing his aristocratic temperament.

However, when people saw the face of the "groom" clearly, they couldn't help but be surprised - because the face was pitch black and had no facial features.

At first, people thought it was a plastic mannequin from a clothing store, but when they looked carefully, it seemed that the face was alive. Although there were no facial features, people always felt that this face was very familiar, and there was something strange between the eyebrows and eyes. The majesty of the ban is as if the eyes of the regional Bodhisattva are watching the world.

No one dared to ask why the groom was a piece of wood.

The sedan stopped in the courtyard and the bride was invited out.

The bride wore a red Malay robe - a kind of Chinese and Western attire that Malay Chinese usually use as their wedding dress. The top coat is embroidered with a peacock in full bloom, and the lower skirt is embroidered with red peonies.

The bride's head is covered with a red hijab, and her face cannot be seen.

But Chanali's beauty has long been known to the people of Yajing. The future goddess of Malaysia will of course be second only to the current goddess Fatima in appearance.

Seeing the graceful figure and graceful steps of the bride stepping out of the sedan, people were a little intoxicated, and they put aside the question of whether the groom was made of wood, and waited for the moment when the hijab was lifted.

Surrounded by the western golden mantong, the bride walked to the center of the garden where the wedding ceremony venue had already been arranged.

The groom was also "supported" by several young men and stood side by side with the bride.

Mandan clapped his hands gently.

From the back of the manor, many girls wearing light red Baju Kurung filed along the path.

These girls are all young. After being carefully dressed up, they all look radiant and extremely beautiful.

The fat-minded guests kept swallowing their saliva.

They are also used to seeing beautiful women, but compared with the beauty of these girls, the women in the nightclub are too tacky and tacky.

No matter how big the manor is, it seems a bit crowded with [-] girls standing there.

The girls lined up and spread out in a fan shape on both sides of the bride and groom, looking very impressive.

When Mandan announced that these girls were all going to be dowries today, people were completely shocked.

Naturally, there were Chinese among the guests, and someone couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Mandan, there have been rumors that many little girls have gone missing recently. There are also some from our clan. Aren't they all here?"

Mandan smiled slightly: "Yes, they are very lucky to be chosen to be today's dowry. Together with the bride, they will serve today's groom, our new Malaysian god, in the days to come!"

"God?" The guest glanced at the wooden figure wearing the groom's clothes, his eyes full of doubts, "Sir, what do you mean by dowry and service? Can they still go home?"

"Go home? No, of course they won't go home again. This is their home. Their bodies and souls will be dedicated to the gods, and they will never need to go home again. Their families will feel this honor. .”

"No, sir, please show mercy. There are more than sixty children in our tribe missing. Their parents are very anxious. Please let them go! Of course, I don't mean to offend. You can let them go after the wedding." "

"Huh?" Mandan's face darkened, "Are you kidding? How dare you disrespect the gods?"

"No, no, no, I'm not disrespectful, it's just that there are so many children, and they are innocent. In this way, we use money to redeem them. I will go back and discuss with the tribe how much it will cost."

"Haha, you Chinese are very rich, but there are some things that money cannot solve. This is God's wedding. Ask God if he will agree."

Mandan placed the blame on God.

The Chinese guest was a little hesitant, but when he saw the children standing quietly in the garden with helpless and fearful eyes, he still mustered up the courage to take two steps forward, walked to the "groom", and bowed to pray.

However, before he could make a sound, his eyes suddenly widened in horror, as if he had seen something extremely frightening.

Then, his body quickly withered and shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally only a skinny mummy was left standing on the ground.

A gust of wind blew by, and the clothes on the mummy turned into rotten dust and flew away.

The body collapsed and was scattered into a pile of bones.