Unscrupulous neighbors

"Are you going to release that dragon?" Hang Rui asked, "Has he agreed to your terms?"

"No." The man was silent for a while, and then said firmly, "The food in the field is the most important thing to the villagers. Whether it is the harvest of this season or the sowing of the next year, it is very important. There must be no Mishap, I can't just watch the fields dry up, my duty is to protect this tribe, I have to try anyway."

Hang Rui also understands this truth. Food is the most important thing for the people. If there is no food to eat and a famine breaks out, it will lead to many problems, such as plague and war.

Just as he walked down the mountain, Hang Rui saw several villagers standing in front of him. It seemed that they had been waiting here for a long time.

"Master God Witch, you are back!"

"You are waiting for me here, did something happen in the village?"

"Your Majesty asked us to pick you up and prepare for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth."

"When did I say I was going to offer sacrifices to heaven and earth?"

"But the king has ordered us to prepare things..."

"He... I'll go back with you and talk about it first."

"So you've already prepared..."

Following the line of sight of the witch, Hang Rui saw six jade objects of different colors and shapes placed on the stone table, obviously coming prepared, Hang Rui felt the chills in the witch's heart.

"Cangbi, Huang Cong, Qing Gui, Chizhang, Baihu, Xuanhuang..." The witch laughed at himself, "I thought you wouldn't...it seems I was naive..."

"It is my duty to protect this tribe and its people. Does the witch have any problems?"

"No..." The witch's throat choked for a moment, then he bowed and saluted, "I respect the king's order and wait for me to prepare."

"Lingzhi..."

This is a name that makes even the witch itself feel strange. No one has called this name for many years, but now it sounds like it doesn't feel a trace of kindness.

"Does your majesty have any orders?"

"...No, you... go and get ready."

"Yes, please rest assured, Your Majesty."

"You're right, I guessed wrong... King power, to him, is more important than anything else..."

Hang Rui was not surprised by this result, and there were many such cases in history, but he still felt the heavy oppression in Lingzhi's heart.

Lingzhi stood up, and walked towards the stone platform in the center of the room, which was filled with various sacrificial instruments.

A golden pagoda-shaped utensil caught Hang Rui's attention. Isn't this the one he saw with Xuan Huang?

Then Hang Rui saw that he didn't know what Lingzhi had done with the golden pagoda, and that thing turned into a scepter in his hand.

"..."

Sure enough, he is worthy of being a witch... This kind of skill of horse and monkey making wine can really be seen with his own eyes. If the timing is not right, Hang Rui really wants to say "the magic boy is spiritual".

However, when Lingzhi held the scepter in his hand, Hang Rui obviously felt a force attacking his heart, and when he recovered, Hang Rui found that he had separated from Lingzhi's body Come out, like a phantom, floating in mid-air, condescendingly looking down at Lingzhi standing in front of the stone platform.

This guy looks like me...

Hang Rui looked at Lingzhi's face and was stunned. For a moment, he wasn't sure if Lingzhi looked like this, or if this illusion caused this person to change into his own appearance.

In this world, apart from the situation of twins who are born very similar, I am afraid that anyone who suddenly sees another self will be frightened.

Hang Rui is no exception.

Hang Rui wasn't sure if Lingzhi could still hear or see him at this time, he looked at him two meters away from Lingzhi carefully, and found that although Lingzhi was very similar to himself, his eyebrows and eyes were more beautiful than himself. Gentle, the ruby ​​on the forehead seems to be luminous, making his eyes very clear, perhaps because of his status as a witch, he always has a trace of compassion for this world, and the ethereal love emanating from him The sense of mystery made Hang Rui understand why people in the village respected him so much.

Such a person is indeed qualified to deal with the gods, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is an exile.

I am an ordinary mortal, no matter how I think about it, it is impossible to have anything to do with him.

Hang Rui felt that it was either a coincidence or a problem with this illusion. In short, he didn't feel that this person was himself at all.

After detaching from Lingzhi, Hang Rui tried to say hello to Lingzhi, but he seemed to be unable to hear his own voice, completely unable to help an outsider, so Hang Rui could only silently watch what happened next.

Ling Zhi, who had already burned incense and bathed, sat blankly by the bed alone, letting the time pass slowly, like a sculpture, without a drop of water, did nothing, and did not say a word.

Until the sky outside the house was getting dark, someone came to Lingzhi's house.

"My lord, the king is already waiting for you at the altar."

"understood."

Lingzhi got up and put on a white robe, on which strange totems were drawn with cinnabar, Lingzhi grasped the golden scepter and walked towards the door, the ruby ​​on his forehead seemed to have spirituality, against the firelight There is a very bright light shining below.

The sacrificial place is at the ancestral temple at the back of the village, not far from Lingzhi's residence, at the highest point of the whole village, far away from the palace in the center of the city.

Floating in the mid-air, Hang Rui clearly saw a large open space in front of the ancestral temple. In the middle of the open space was a wide high platform. The high platform had three floors and four sides. Each floor was scaled in equal proportions. It looked like a shorter Mayan pyramid.And the huge ancestral temple made of ashlar piled up layer by layer is completely different from the small earthen houses in the village. It has an indescribable sense of sacredness. The only thing comparable to it is the gorgeous palace in the center of the city. up.

This made Hang Rui refresh his view of the world again. At the same time, he suddenly realized what he was going through. He never dreamed that he would have such good luck to see the world thousands of years ago with his own eyes.

When Lingzhi appeared in front of everyone, three large pits had been dug in the open space, and there were many ivory, pottery, and even livestock such as pigs, cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Hang Rui watched Lingzhi step by step without looking sideways, and stepped on three steps to the top of the high platform. The villagers around the high platform followed his steps and knelt down one by one.

In addition to Lingzhi, there is another person who can stand on the high platform, and that is the leader of this tribe, the absolute leader, their king.

Lingzhi walked up to the high platform without even looking at him. He turned around and raised the golden scepter to face the kneeling villagers below. The white robe drew a beautiful shape like a crescent moon.

The villagers prostrated themselves on the ground unanimously. What they worshiped was not the spirit, but the god who was about to come to this village and protect them from now on.

The leader of the tribe sent the six weapons to Lingzhi on a wooden tray.

Lingzhi raised his left hand, and without hesitation, used the scepter as a blade, cutting the palm of his hand.

The bright red blood was like spring water, dripping down the wrist onto the six organs, until the wooden plate was completely soaked, Ling Zhi withdrew his hand, did not do any treatment to the wound, and raised the scepter again.

The leader placed the wooden plate full of blood on the stone table of the high platform, retreated to the lower level of the high platform, and looked up at Lingzhi's next move.

He held the scepter high above his head with both hands, and a drop of blood fell down his arm onto Ling Zhi's cheek, inexplicably adding a sense of enchantment to the gentleness.

Hang Rui was floating in the air, watching Lingzhi follow a certain rhythm, like a white crane dancing on the high platform, with a light and graceful posture, and every gesture gave people a sense of comfort that was just right, it was really rare One point is owed, one more point is demon.Against the backdrop of the surrounding fires, the white robe stained with bloodstains looked particularly mysterious in this dark night.

After dancing to the song, Lingzhi picked up the plate of jade that had been stained red with blood, walked off the high platform, and walked into the ancestral temple alone.

Hang Rui followed Lingzhi into the ancestral temple, only to find that the ancestral temple was very magnificent, surrounded by totems that Hang Rui had never seen before. Hang Rui guessed that this might be the same as the Buddha statues of later generations. People at this time believed in totems and believed in this kind of mystery The symbol can communicate with the gods of heaven and earth.

Lingzhi placed the six unsealed utensils that had absorbed blood on the crystal platform in the middle of the ancestral temple in order of orientation, and then lifted up the white robe to worship devoutly. Leaning on each other makes a seal.

Hang Rui saw a layer of light red light emanating from Lingzhi's body, and that layer of light circulated on Lingzhi's body and finally gathered at his fingertips.

"Cangbi sacrifices to the sky, Huang Cong sacrifices to the earth, Qinggui sacrifices to the east, Chizhang sacrifices to the south, Baihu sacrifices to the west, and Xuanhuang sacrifices to the north! Pray for the blessings of the gods, relieve the danger of our people, protect the health of our people, and bless our people." Prosperity! The heavens and the earth are everywhere, and the gods return to their place!"

As Lingzhi's voice fell, Hang Rui saw that the six instruments instantly turned into six rays of light of different colors, flew out of the ancestral temple, and landed in six different places.

Hang Rui was shocked once again. Lingzhi, a witch, is completely different from those liars who claim to be "masters" in later generations. It is not an exaggeration to call a person who can communicate with a god a half-immortal.

Hang Rui thought about it seriously. If he was the leader of this tribe, would he be afraid if there was a person with supernatural powers like Lingzhi in the tribe?

Hang Rui guessed that the answer should be yes.

After the sacrificial ceremony is performed perfectly, when the prayers are fulfilled one by one, no matter what the villagers think of Lingzhi as a witch, one thing is certain, from now on in this tribe, Lingzhi's status will be even higher.

Now that he already knew that the result would be like this, why did the leader who was afraid of the master of Lingzhi, Gao Zhen, insist on letting Lingzhi do all this?Will there be other conspiracy hidden in it?

The author has something to say: _(:з)∠)_I had dinner with my friends yesterday, and I didn’t go home until after twelve o’clock. Today, I got up at eight o’clock to type. . .sleepy. . .