mountain god dance

On the [-]-foot mountain, there is a huge hole running through it, with milky stones falling into the water on the head, and a square of ice and blood under the feet. Fresh and dirty water is constantly pouring in from the ground, under the reflection of the torches. , You can see the bruised and purple severed limbs floating in it, cruel and terrifying, fishy and sticky, floating up and down with the current.In the depths, the sound of knocking continued, and it seemed that dozens of people were digging into the ground.

"Is it enough?" the girl asked.

She was dressed in rough clothes sewn from all kinds of wild animal skins, with a wide knife and spurs on her waist, and a scarf wrapped around her nose. She revealed a pair of bloodshot eyes and asked Xu Jian: "My grandfather fell to his death with someone up the mountain a few days ago." , I found it on him, don't you give me an explanation."

Xu Jian inspected the mountain spirit she brought. It was half the size of a palm, and it was light yellow and translucent, like amber crystal, not very eye-catching.

"The people have been doing things for the mountain god for generations, but in your generation, you will learn to ask for credit?"

He glanced at the girl, annoyed in his heart: "Ilzaghi, I am also sad that your grandpa is dead. But there is no medicine to bring the dead back to life. What can I do?"

"After I became sensible, the order of the mountain god changed." Irzaghi spoke as if his nose was stuffy. They lived in cold places for a long time, and they all suffered from respiratory symptoms to some extent.

"In the past, we didn't kill spirited beasts, we lived together. Now we chase them every day, and even ask people to dig in this hole. I didn't ask about it before, but now that my grandfather is dead and there are no strong men in the family, I will I came to you to ask for an explanation, and the people in the village are waiting for me to report."

The two stood on the stone sill by the pool, and there was a thump of blood at their feet. As soon as she lowered her head, an eyeball rolled out, and she almost vomited.

The girl turned her eyes sideways and asked Xu Jian, "Are you killing people here?"

Xu Jian hated her even more: "What kind of contemptible savage do you think I am Xu? Don't you know where this is and why there are so many corpses?"

Ilzaghi said he knew that the mountain god lived here.

Xu Jian chuckled: "The place you stepped on is the entrance to the Nine Prisons and Nine Springs, the Changyetai, the fingernails from the underworld to the human world."

Hearing this, Ilzaghi felt as if he was facing a great enemy, and he put his hand on the handle of the knife and was about to pull it out at any time: "Are there ghosts haunting this place?"

"What kind of ghosts? This river is a mixture of yellow springs, cold springs, and dark springs. The water monsters, ghosts, and blood-eating evil gods that haunt the river... The corpses you see are all ghosts defeated by the mountain god. , is a good sign that the clans are safe and secure now."

After all, she was a little girl who couldn't stand being frightened, and a few words could make her feel like a snake, and she was scared.

Xu Jian thought contemptuously in his heart, and then said: "You don't have to be afraid, the Lord Mountain God lives on it to suppress this evil spirit. Ten years ago, ghosts from the underworld continued to invade the mortal world from this place. The mountain soul that comes here can assist the power of the adults and block the evil spirits, it is a very important thing, do you understand?"

Ilzaghi was dubious, thinking that the man's words were slippery and his limbs were not working. He looked like a bad guy instead of a ghost hunting warrior.

"Very good."

Xu Jian had a natural superiority over them, and in the blink of an eye he thought of asking her to do something.

"Actually, as for your plight, the Lord Mountain God already knew about it, and he has found the murderer who killed your grandpa."

Yierzaji was puzzled: "Who hurt my grandfather? Everyone knows that Pingcuo is a good man. He slipped and slipped into the cliff this time, and the people who went with him also fell to their deaths. Who could have hurt him?"

Xu Jian smiled: "Just follow me to see."

He brought the girl from the mountain pass into the interior of Changye Terrace, and stopped by the pool where Daye once soaked.Put the mountain soul on a square pillar the size of a palm, lock it tightly with an iron cage, and then turn the mechanism, the stone pillar gradually descends and sinks into the pool of blood.Suddenly contacted, the blood of Huangquan seemed to be afraid of the characteristics of this mountain soul, splashing up red soup one after another, scrambling to escape from it as if it was boiling.

"Look," Xu Jian said in disbelief, "even ghosts are afraid of this mountain soul."

Ilzaghi carefully looked inside: "Is there any enemy in the pool?"

"Here it is."

Xu Jian pushed a roll of straw mat on the ground next to it, and as soon as the mat rolled, the person wrapped inside rolled out and fell on his back by the edge of the pool of blood.

"This is your enemy."

Ilzaghi squatted down to look, the man's pure white hair and clothes were soaked in dirty water, his eyes were closed tightly, and his handsome face was also stained with blood.

Xu Jianxin said proudly: "This man is a white-haired ghost who likes to push people off the mountain. Master Daiye found out and dealt with him. Now that you chop this ghost twice, it will be treated as your own hand." Grandpa has revenge."

He patted the girl on the shoulder: "Let his blood flow into this water and flow into the dark spring where the dead man is, only then can he feel revenge for the good man."

Ilzaghi has only hunted foxes and wild sheep. She gripped the handle tightly, drew it out and closed it again. The sound of metal clanging made her hesitate.Then he brushed aside the hair that covered the face of this man, and looked carefully: he saw that his eyebrows and eyes were straight, his fingers were clean, his embroidered clothes were full of belts, and he did not have the abominable appearance of an evil spirit.

"How do you know this is the murderer?" She asked, "Did the mountain god see it?"

Xu Jian resented her for being suspicious, rolled his eyes, and took out a Tao Xun and handed it to her: "That day/your grandpa was trapped in the mountain fog for three days and two nights, hungry and thirsty, it was this instrument that played He called on the mountain god to appear. The lord wanted to save him, but the white-haired ghost succeeded first and pushed Pingcuo and his party to the bottom of the cliff."

"Originally," he said regretfully, "your grandpa bought this little musical instrument from Ke Danren, and he wanted to give it to you at home."

Ilzaghi's nose was sore, and her eyes were filled with tears. She had indeed begged Grandpa to buy some gifts so that she could have more fun on the mountain where the wild wind was howling, but she didn't expect a gift to become a relic.

She wiped Tao Xun with her sleeve, and saw a crouching black dragon printed on it.

Xu Jian looked at her with the corner of his mouth bent.

Ilzaghi sniffed and looked at the white-haired ghost on the ground again.

"I see."

Without drawing her sword, she kicked Lan Jian into the pool of blood, watching the red drown the last bit of white.

The remaining half of the inner alchemy and mountain soul of the gods began to be refined, the boiling water in the pool was violently turbulent, the crimson was frightened, the peichi jumped and foamed, and the sound was like a woman's feet stepping on a hundred silk machines.

Seeing this situation, Xu Jian let out a long sigh of relief.

"The vengeance has been avenged," he put his arms around Ilzaghi's back, "this is a happy event."

The girl put Tao Xun away, then pushed him away with her elbow, and ran out of the Changye Terrace without stopping, and heard Xu Jian's "Aw" from a distance, calling her an unruly pariah.

Half an hour ago, in the temple on the top of the mountain.

Indoor.

Dai Ye put her finger on Lan Jian's lips, and said kindly: "Shh, don't talk yet, think it over before you speak, calm down, like you usually do."

He has been lied to for ten years, how to think about it, can he regain his composure in the remorse of being knocked awake, and forgive himself for making mistakes again and again.

Lan Jian's heart was about to be broken, and there was a piece of white glistening in front of his eyes, as if he had been struck by lightning: "Where is my brother, where did you get him?"

Dai Ye withdrew his hand: "Oh, I told you to think before speaking."

"I shouldn't have told you the location of his inner alchemy that day..." Lan Jian closed his eyes and recalled that scene, deeply regretting his rashness: "I really did something wrong...I was wrong, I thought you were just Temporarily punishing him...you are not exercising your duty, you have selfish intentions."

"It's so boring, Lan Jian."

Dai Ye used the lid to clear the floating tea leaves in the cup, and made a sound of "咵咵": "Some people say that you are weak and weak, and you are a bad chess player who can't play. I think this is also good, as long as you listen to me." Command, willing to work with me, is also a good general, right?"

"What do you want to say?"

"The glory of the whole world, don't you want to keep it for yourself? Look around us, these cattle, sheep, camels, gold, silver and jade, what are these cheap and rough sacrifices, what are the mortals in Luoyang who claim to be the emperor? A bug that is timid at the slightest touch. As for those who have different intentions, they should have been eradicated. Since you understand the principles of chess, you should give up the sons who should be discarded."

Lan Jian looked at Dai Ye, the first time he looked at him through this face, and suddenly realized that his breath when speaking did not match this face, like a layer of elegant skin peeled off from someone else, worn to the point of treachery on people.

Lan Jian was in a daze, and said slowly: "Not a single word you said just now should have come from the mouth of a god."

Dai Ye laughed: "Lanjian is really lonely, and he doesn't like the god anymore. Why, the only way out for the gods is to become a god? It's so rigid, tell me what you think."

The word "God" caught Lan Jian's heart, and he asked Daiye: "God? What kind of god? Although I have never seen a mountain god ten years ago, he is not harsh on human sacrifices for fun, otherwise I would have already Hearing their pleading plight. But you are always joyful in their pain, did you suddenly change your temper, or... a different person?"

It was only then that Lanjian figured it out: Shanmi could find a mortal to inherit his god position, so Daiye must be able to.If the master's guidance is not effective, the greed of mortals will not decrease but increase after he succeeds to the throne, or he may use divine power to cause many evil karma.

"Ugh……"

Dai Ye was a little disappointed: "What should I do with this? Lan Jian, if you press me, I will tell you; but when you get to this point, you can't regret it and start over again. You and I have been friends for ten years, why should we turn against each other today?" , make me sigh?"

Lan Jian shook his head: "I'm not sorry, if I break the rules of heaven and join forces with you, how can I escape the retribution of the Eastern Emperor? Although I have turned against you today, I will definitely hear the truth."

"Collaboration..."

Dai Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and thinking about it, he really dirty the Lanjian, which loves cleanliness, and smiled: "That's right, that's really a dirty ditch, full of my leftover ghosts and gods, mixed with The sweetness of human sacrifice and fear. It must have made Lan Jian very sick, but I quickly became stronger."

Just as he was talking, the bones protruded from the two foreheads of Daiye, pierced the scalp and stretched continuously, and finally rolled into curved spiral gray horns; the facial features did not change much, but there was a strange and evil feeling; It was as sharp as a beast's claws, and the veins on his face were clearly protruding from his pale skin like death.

"You're not even human..."

Lanjian watched the change of the mountain god, and was stunned: "You are the evil spirit of Jiuquan."

"I am a demon born in the sea of ​​blood in Huangquan. As soon as I opened my eyes, I fell in love with this mountain."

Xiaojun was even more happy to see him like this, and stroked his hair comfortingly: "Don't worry, Lan Jian, Jin Dian is still alive, he is useful."

"What's the use, it's just telling you to have another meal!"

As soon as Lan Jian said it, he instantly understood what he meant, got up to leave, and shouted to the outside of the hall: "Bai Gu, don't come in!"

The demon slapped the side of the table, and the heavy wooden hammer hit Lan Jian's chest, knocking him so that he couldn't make a sound. Lan Jian raised his hand to cast a spell, but was hit by a bloody light on the forehead very quickly, and fell into a daze.

"Take a look, what is this."

Xiaojun waved the red bead in his hand in front of his eyes, and said, "It's the spirit refined by your other half's inner alchemy, which is much easier to use than you."

"Give it back to me..." Lanjian reached out to take it, but was stabbed by his own thing.

"I thought you and I were like-minded, and went to Luoyang together. Now, you have disobeyed me."

His big palm grabbed Lan Jian's face, and he tilted his head to look at him: "Just follow this, and make you into something useful."

"Like Jin Dian once cursed, will you be a fairy or a ghost, Lan Jian?"