Exorcism

Another Mu Xingqiu stood on a simple platform made of dirt. His appearance was almost the same, but his expression was quite different. This man was more passionate and enthusiastic. His eyes never glanced over them in general, but stared at each coming. The gaze, even though it was only a short glance, was enough to make the person seen feel excited, as if they were receiving special attention.

He stood there, just watching, without speaking. The platform was crowded with excited people. More and more people were coming from all over the valley. Some were running for fear of falling behind, while more people were slowing down. He kept asking who "General Mu" was.

The words "Liudu City" and "Giant Demon King" kept appearing. Many of the things Mu Xingqiu did after that were more thrilling and grander than the Battle of Duanliu City, and he indirectly saved more mortals. , but the legendary General Mu only existed in Duanliu City. After that, he was a strange man, a hero and an immortal who never saw the beginning or end of the dragon. His shadow appeared in every war, but no one dared to say that he was really have seen him with their own eyes.

"Who was the Mu Xingqiu who was killed by the Taoist Patriarch?" Many people were asking about this matter. They came from the Imperial Capital and clearly remembered the scene where the Patriarch made a public appearance and killed Mu Xingqiu a year ago.

"Mu Xingqiu is resurrected." "The ancestor killed the fake body."

Hundreds of young men and women flying in on logs caused a small stir, but it could not stop the crowd from gathering in the middle of the valley. Once they found their relatives, they also joined the team.

Several talisman masters put away the logs and observed vigilantly, refusing to enter the valley even half a step.

Shou Que held his breath, squeezed into the crowd, and went to the place where the sound was loud. And she had the most questions, "Are you sure that is really Mu Xingqiu? Where did it come from? When did he appear? Is he powerful?" Have you ever cast a spell? Why are you called a general?"

Almost all the questions can be answered, but only a few answers contain a bit of fact. Most of them are incredible rumors. Some people swear that they saw General Mu descending from the sky on a beam of light, while another person said with the same insistence that General Mu fell from the sky. It came out of the underground and stopped a powerful earth attack.

Shou Que didn't care about the truth or the obvious contradiction. She listened to every rumor with great interest. It wasn't until the rumors started to repeat each other that she squeezed back to Fu Lin and said, "You seem to be a relatively honest person and know a lot of things. Tell me about General Mu’s origins.”

Fu Lin was a descendant of the royal family and had read some records with relatively reliable sources. Although they were not complete, they could roughly outline Mu Xingqiu's experience from learning Taoism at Pangshan to being imprisoned in the Devil's Cave. Which ones were seen by witnesses and which ones were Even the hearsay rumors were clearly introduced.

Fu Lin and nine soldiers drifted among the crowd. The despair in their hearts was deeper than the others, so they did not dare to have much hope for General Mu, and they had great doubts about the authenticity of this man. "This person is definitely a liar who deceives the world and takes advantage of everyone's fear and despair to make the last profit. I will do my best to expose him later."

Even if his death was within a few days, Fulin still believed that he had the responsibility to protect and guide the people.

Shou Que shook his head disdainfully, "Then you are really disappointing. Everyone is so happy and you insist on destroying it. What good will it do to 'expose' it?"

Fu Lin was speechless. According to Xingshan Grandmaster Zhao Chuye, mortals can live for at most three days. After the attack of metal, water, and wood, only some practitioners can persevere, and liars can only deceive for a while. If It seems to be a good thing to make the survivors happy during these three days.

Fu Lin shook his head firmly. He also had his own insistence, "No, I can't allow liars to run rampant."

"The story you tell is not as interesting as others. It has no beginning and no end. It's just 'possible' and 'maybe', especially it has no ending. It's not good. I don't like it." Shou Xiu returned to the crowd, looking for someone to talk to. The most exaggerated people applaud and encourage it.

The real Mu Xingqiu was also walking among the crowd, listening to others talking about his deeds, feeling nothing in his heart.

He walked relatively quickly, found a seat near the platform, and looked up to see "General Mu" on the platform. General Mu happened to look over, and the two looked at each other for a short while. General Mu nodded and looked away. He had already noticed that this ugly middle-aged man flew over with the Fu Lu masters, so he did Show respect.

Mu Xingqiu did not return the favor. He had a feeling that he might have known this person before. Could it be that he had a twin brother?

The crowd has almost gathered. Four to five thousand people are standing on the undulating ground, with weeds under their feet, their legs are tired, their bellies are empty, and their hearts are burning with a little hope.

"General Mu's life is really rich and exciting." Shou Que walked to Mu Xingqiu, his eyes swept back and forth between the two Mu Xingqiu, and soon he focused on the General Mu on the stage, showing a silly expression. Smile.

General Mu also nodded to her.

He was wearing a simple cloth with his cuffs rolled up. He looked like a farmer who had just finished his work, rather than a general or a practitioner, but his resolute look showed that he was anything but ordinary. Even Emperor Sun Fulin, who wanted to expose the lie, Not daring to make a mistake easily, he stood on a hill closest to the platform with nine soldiers and watched the situation quietly.

General Mu is not alone. He is surrounded by more than a dozen men dressed the same as him. They are more like pure farmers than him. Their expressions are equally determined, but with a little more vigilance. Most of them are young, and their bodies are filled with the energy gained from long-term physical training. The unique vitality is very conspicuous among a large group of old, weak, women and children.

The crowd gradually became quiet, and only the clear cry of the baby echoed over the valley.

General Mu still did not speak, but bent down, dug out a large piece of soil from the ground with his hands, and raised it high above his head. The followers around the platform first followed suit, and then nodded to others, indicating that everyone should do the same. .

The crowd was confused and only a few people followed the instructions at first. After a while, more people imitated.

The land in the valley is very solid, and most people can only pick up a small handful of dust mixed with weeds, which can be blown away by a gust of wind. Shou Que used magic to dig out large chunks of soil, distributed them to the people around him, and forced them to Mu Xing. A copy in Qiu’s hand.

General Mu began to pray, his voice solemn and passionate. He said that all things in nature are not meant for destruction. All things have their own way of survival and continuation. Death and destruction are not the same thing. Death is an inevitable destination and irresistible, but destruction is a violation. The great evil of heaven must be resisted by those who are destroyed. This is the instinct and power of all things, and heaven will definitely help all things win.

The soil in other people's hands, no matter how much or little, loose or tight, grew taller and turned into clay statues of different sizes. Those who had no soil in their hands were startled at first, and then hurriedly dug the soil. Nine of Fu Lin's soldiers also bent down at this time, and a veteran gave him a small handful.

The five talisman masters outside the valley looked at each other. No one moved or even landed. They couldn't see the clues, but they knew it must be a spell.

The soil in Mu Xingqiu's hands was also changing. He could see it better than anyone else. This was indeed a spell, and it was a wasteful and inefficient spell. The caster seemed too greedy and stuffed it into this spell. Too many conflicting techniques are incorporated, so that the effect is greatly reduced.

But for ordinary people, this is a miracle, a miracle greater than fire from the sky and earthquakes, because they all recognize the clay statues in their hands - the three statues of the ancient god religion. The statues are very rough and have a rough shape, which triggers The impact was immediate.

The crowd knelt down in large numbers. They had experienced too many deaths and had been asking for help. Only then did they finally get a little response. How could they not be extremely excited? Crying, pleading, and accusing, everyone's suppressed emotions poured out in an instant.

Fu Lin thought about a series of cross-examinations, but the other party did not introduce himself at all, and directly used magic stick-style methods to gain the support of the crowd. Nine soldiers had already knelt down, and under their pull, Fu Lin had no choice but to kneel down and watch. Holding the small statue in his hand, he thought that the liar would eventually have an agenda, and when General Mu started asking for it, he would expose the truth later.

Shou Que was extremely devoted. She knelt on the ground holding the Clay God and cried more miserably than anyone else. It was like a child who had been lost for many days finally returned to her parents. In fact, it was precisely because of the illusion she inadvertently emitted that she greatly strengthened the aroused the excitement of everyone around him.

Mu Xingqiu didn't cry, and he refused to kneel down. He only cared about the magic skills, not the support of people, so he cast a spell to rise into the air and flew to the nearest hillside very quickly.

General Mu also knelt down and did not cry. He still maintained his majesty and calmness. His followers had obviously divided their duties. They walked into the crowd one after another and persuaded everyone to get up. The guard was held up by two people. These two people were against each other. Her reaction was extremely appreciative, and she bowed deeply before leaving. Shou Que held the statue in both hands, still sobbing and crying.

General Mu stood up last on the stage, his eyes slowly swept over Shou Que, and stayed on Shou Que for a while, without even looking at Fei Li.

The Ancient God Religion has experienced many rises and falls among mortals, and the effect of this return is the most significant.

"Since there is no way out, then turn around and face your enemy. Don't think that you are weak and can be bullied, don't feel sorry for yourself. If you are really worthless, that person will not spend so much effort to insist on it. Destroy you." General Mu raised the statue in his hand with one hand, "Believe in your own power. The ancient god protects all living beings, but it only saves those who stretch out their hands."

Then everyone raised the idol in their hands, and even the baby stopped crying.

A talisman master flew in a circle to Mu Xingqiu and whispered: "Mu Feidian, come back with us. These are a bunch of fools. The real way to salvation is in Zhuozhou City."

"Please tell Grandmaster Zhao that I will go back in three days. I want to see how these people respond to the next gold, water, and wood attacks."

A familiar passion secretly surged in Mu Xingqiu's heart, and he wanted to know where this passion would lead him.