mountain god dance

The sun enters the hills, the black water flows turbulently, the night comes and the dew gathers, and the moon travels in the clouds.

It seems to be a land of peace and peace, but there are less mourners and weeping children.

There are always people who have to travel, and there are always people who have to make choices.Baigu used to think that only soldiers with gold and silver weapons would not hesitate to die. He never thought that one day it would fall on his father. He is just a farmer in the countryside. Why did he suddenly change his outfit to appease the cunning gangsters?

The stability and smoothness are broken, which is the bustling panic.

Baigu didn't know how to change his father's mind, and his ears were buzzing, so he could only keep pleading with him: "Father, don't be so cruel, if you have made up your mind, then take me with you, and you must not take advantage of me while I am sleeping. Sneaking away."

Bai Wo was distressed by his son's call, and he hugged him and promised: "There are a lot of preparations to get rid of the demon, and Dad won't just give up and leave.

"If you want to find a helper, you must not startle the enemy. If you want to find a way, you must wait for the opportunity."

Baigu thought it was easy to win with a lot of people, so he said: "Could it be that if I summon the gods of Bainanling, I can't beat him?"

"If the gods confront him, how can he use the people as a coercion? Like Baishui Village, it was submerged in mud and rocks in an instant, the houses were completely destroyed, and the stagnant water was blocked, so he had to act secretly. If the demon wants to kill, he just raises his hand Even a momentary thought can't be protected.

"Even the land master of our village..."

Bai Wo pondered for a moment: "I told him before that you must contact me if something happens to you, but now there is no news."

Baishui Village is everything in Baigu's childhood, and it is the hometown where he and his father depended on each other for life. He and Brother Jiuzhen chased and ran all over the songbird mountain forest, jumped on the edge of the winding paddy field with his feet on his feet, and was also covered in a small quilt Saw a lot of lightning and thunder.He carried a bamboo basket and climbed up a century-old tea tree, and rode across the river on the back of an elephant, watching the sacrificial bonfire become the fiery heart of the earth at night.

But the evil spirits didn't care, and only used Baishui Village as an excuse to vent their hatred, pointing out the small things of destruction, and using the destruction of human traces as a display of divine power.When Baigu was brought back to Zhaikou by Jindian, he couldn't set foot, and the paradise turned into a muddy wasteland, and he couldn't even hear a faint cry for help.There are so many cattle and sheep, and the often hungry black dog roars louder than people, and they can't hear them.

The home is gone, the residence his father chose after he became a mortal is gone, and his father may not be here in the future.

Where are you going?

Baigu gritted his teeth and made up his mind not to think about how the bloodthirsty killer used to coax him to hold his hand and look at each other. Because someone's life comes first, the hatred cannot be eliminated, so he wants to be his enemy from now on.

"Let me help you, dad." Baigu stopped Bai Wo's waist: "I can help you, otherwise I won't let go."

"Your foundation is not solid, you have no cultivation, what you need to survive on the mountain is..."

Bai Wo blinked: "...It's your fate, there will be no next time."

"But I know the way." Baigu said anxiously: "I can find the blood river, if I want to kill him, I can guard there."

Bai Wo: "That's even worse. You know him well, and he knows you better."

Just as Baigu was about to refute "he doesn't know me", his voice suddenly became hoarse for some reason, and he clenched his fingers for no reason.

"No, he, he..."

He drank all the grains in one gulp.

Such dry ghost eyes actually shed a tear.

I just swore to forget the past related to demons, but the memories that were involved made my words sour, how could this be so?can not do this.

Baigu's pupils were deep, and he forced himself to grin indifferently, showing a silly smile:

"Father, it doesn't matter, he has forgotten me.

"Even if I stood in front of him, he wouldn't know me."

The mountains and snows are extinct, and the bones of the dead support each other.

During the battle at Changye Terrace, the people slashed a sharp weapon and cut a crack in the pool of blood, and the blood poured like a broken embankment, spilling out the contents mixed with it.

Ilzaghi tied the rope around her chest, and put the other end on the dragged "corpse". It was the "white-haired ghost" who she personally pushed down the blood pool, and escaped from the corpse practice in a chaotic resistance. Bitter, Ilzaghi saw him as soon as he came out of the cave, and brought him out together.

Stretching from daytime to late night, I could hear the cries of evil spirits in the distance, ice crystals swirled and blurred, eyelashes were covered with snow, the girl couldn't stop coughing, and struggled harder, the "corpse" left a long and narrow trail on the snow. Deep blood.

"Uh—you're alive!"

She yelled as she walked vigorously, the wrist bone of her right hand was crushed by Xiaojun, and it was limp and drooping; It’s not bad to kill people, but this time I’ve harmed you by listening to evil words, and I’ll apologize to you when you come back to life! Uh—ah!”

Canghua frozen grass mourns, the deep ice is hundreds of feet deep, Ilzaghi is like a sparrow on a snowy field, half of his body is frozen through the snow powder sticking to the cotton-padded animal skin, the manic severe wind and the trampling squeaking are reconciled to each other.

She didn't want to give up on Lan Jian—it was a disgrace to the Yi people to fall for a good person.But the downhill was too hard, and the frozen feet could no longer cover the distance. When she staggered and couldn't stand still, the foot of the mountain slanted her back and shook her off, causing the girl to roll and fall.

The slush was stuffed into his nose and mouth, and the rope on his chest was pulled extremely painfully. At the other end of the rope, the unconscious Lanjian was also dragged off the route by the huge fall, and slid down vertically without turning around.

The two stumbled, the lasso became entangled, and the delicate snow and ice was spread into a cashmere carpet, pushing them all the way down the abyss.The cliff was just around the corner, like a gaping beast's mouth. Ilzaghi picked up a broken pine tree branch and inserted it into the turf under the snow. With a kick of his left foot, he slammed into a raised rock, and changed his route in a panic.They bumped into the huge boulder from the dead end and stopped rolling, but they were also hit hard on it, their joints were injured, and their bodies were smashed.

This pain, on the contrary, made Lanjian wake up.

He opened his eyes, like opening his eyes for the first time in this world, and lay there with his head empty.

A goshawk floated lightly from the Tianwai Canyon with its wings fluttering in wind and frost. It first circled around Lan Jian's body, then landed straight on the ground, turned around and walked in front of him with sharp yellow eyes.

One person and one bird stared at each other for a while, feeling strange. The goshawk flapped its wings and flew away, continuing to look for its owner.

The god of the fog and wilds lost his divinity, and many creatures could not recognize him.

Fortunately, there were two little leopard brothers imitating the steps of the deer and jumping past. They played all the way while biting their mother's long tail before the early morning, bumped into Lan Jian's feet, and rolled slowly.The big snow leopard sniffed it closer, and knew that it was the benefactor who allowed him to devour the sacrificial cow a few days ago. It stuck out its tongue and kept licking Lan Jian's face, trying to wake it up with the unique warmth in the cold night, frost and snow. he.

The unexploited mountain soul in the beast's body fumed Lanjian, he wiped the fishy water droplets on his eyelids, raised his hand and stroked the little leopard's furry head, and it happily thrust its head into Lanjian's neck .

"Hmm...you're naughty, Gonpo." He didn't even realize what he said: "Gonpo, you are an older boy, why don't you set an example for your younger brother."

Gonpo's younger brother Dorje squatted on Lanjian's stomach to wash his face, his palms were still soft.

Gonpo is the Dharma protector, and Dorje is the Vajra.

The name is a key to the heart.

Lan Jian suddenly felt tense in his heart and retched on the ground. The filthy water in the blood pool did not let him go, causing abdominal cramps and pain all over his body. For a while, his breathing, swallowing, vision, hearing and thinking were all affected obstruction.He has never experienced the torment of a weak mortal, and squeezed his brows hard to wake himself up:

"...Fake Mountain God, it's him...half of the inner alchemy is gone, and the other half...is polluted."

Due to the mutation in his body, Neidan was stained with blood, causing sadness, he clenched his fists and hammered the ground: "Hateful!"

Dorje was timid, so frightened that he jumped up and down, hid under his mother's belly to look around, Gongbu stretched out his palm to touch Lanjian, his beard sniffed his anger and timidity, and the thin light of the morning illuminated its fluff.

The brighter the sky, the stronger the uneasiness. The cold jade clothes at a glance have been replaced by dazzling deep vermilion, which is not like the gorgeous color of Lanjian, which is stained with snow.After a while he got up, staggered out of the remaining snow and shallow grass, trying to find a shelter to hide his body—it was too dirty—he thought, how did he become like this, how could he meet people?

I want to wash it off, to wash off the red accumulated by fear and injustice, to wash off the cursed blood on my body.

But the unexpected is not far away.

Ilzaghi groaned in pain and shook her body. Her wrist could not move in the first place, and her leg was also injured by the fall.It's fine if it's sunny today, otherwise, if it's snowy, you'll die in the wilderness.Ilzaghi moved her knee, and there was a piercing pain, but she knew she couldn't cry, otherwise who could she call for help?Grandpa is dead, the brave man in the village is dead, and the mountain god is probably dead too!

Lanjian heard muffled humming noises repeatedly, approached the other end of the rocky cliff, and saw a girl crawling on the way to take shelter from the wind, with a rope wrapped around her body, and her clothes were torn to pieces by the sharp rocks.Lan Jian saw the clue from her headdress, and felt pity: "Doloma, are you a slave?"

Ilzaghi turned his head and saw Lanjian standing behind him, he immediately rubbed his legs and backed away because of the lingering blood in his body: "Don't come here, don't come here!"

Lan Jian stopped in her tracks and looked at her silently, seeing her embarrassed figure in her flustered eyes.

The two confronted each other for a while panting, with slightly different tensions from each other.Only Kampot jumped up and down between the two of them, enlivening the atmosphere.

Ilzaghi saw that the other party hadn't shown any intention of harming him for a long time, his expression was special and serene, and he had the ability to tame the beasts of the holy mountain, so he slowly stretched out his palm and showed him the strangle marks on his hand:

"I brought you out of the pool of blood.

"I was going to find Xu Jian, but the thief disappeared. The ghost king released a hole in the ghosts to bite us... Many people died..."

After finishing this sentence, I wanted to confide many things, and Irzaghi burst into tears: "Last night, I seemed to hear crying and howling. I don't know if it's the wind or the ghosts. Will they go to the village to arrest people?"

This thought was so heavy that Lanjian was a little bit astonished. He opened his mouth slightly, and suddenly felt that it was a blessing from God that he survived, so he slowly squatted down and approached the girl: "No, Zhuoma, I won't, Fanxingyintai every night Guardian, can stab the eyes of evil spirits."

"What if it's rainy and cloudy." Ilzaghi looked at him, his purplish and peeling lips trembling: "What if the wind and snow cover the stars."

Lanjian hesitated to be sure: "Xingguan is intelligent, dawn and dusk are endless, and there are many tricks. Can you tell me who is Xu Jian?"

"The orders of the mountain god are all told to us through him."

Ilzaghi wiped his nose with his sleeve: "All the mountain souls we dug up are handed over to him."

The dug mountain soul, the order of the mountain god!

Lanjian Maosai suddenly realized, recalling that he was chasing the mountain pryers all over the mountains and plains, and couldn't be stopped after repeated threats. Could it be that only the order of the fake mountain god can make them risk their lives to go there!

I just blame myself for being ignorant... But who is Xu Jian, Lan Jian has never seen it before, and I don't know what kind of relationship he has with the fake mountain god.Another person came to mind: "Dolma, have you seen a young man along the way? You are about a head taller, about three years older, and very good-looking."

Ilzaghi shook his head, his big eyes were full of red threads: "Everything I see has been eaten by ghosts."

Not only myself, but many more people were in trouble.

With Xiange in his body, regardless of the mess and palpitations all over his body, Lanjian hurried down the mountain to look for Shanmi to save Baigu; he also wanted to inform more people: let the people stop offering human sacrifices and cinnamon syrup immediately. Holy Mountain Lingjing, this place has become a nest of evil and sycophants, breeding arrogance, all living beings should move away temporarily to prevent future troubles.

He made up his mind and carefully checked Ilzaghi's injury.

"Dolma, I'll carry you on the way down." He turned his back and motioned for the Mi girl to come over.

Just at this time, the sky was short of light, bright and bright, and the sun pierced through the mist, which was redder than red blood and brighter than red flowers, and the colors wavered in an instant, as if a phoenix was flying, and began to illuminate from the top of the mountain. , moved down inch by inch, until the golden-red beam fell on the stone cliff where the two were.

The day is coming, Tiangang is as usual, the six dragons are subdued, and the ancients rise up from the ground, Lan Jian looks back anxiously again, and immediately roars——

The source of the anxiety was found.

The light is like a bow and knife chasing the prey, Lan Jian can only cover his face and hide in the shadow of the cliff, his eyes are bleeding, as if he has been stabbed a thousand times with dense needles; Black veins grew on the back of Guang Guang's hand, and the veins shriveled and crumbled like dry land.

"me……"

Lan Jian breathed heavily, using the cold wind from the high hills to suppress the burning pain, the skin on his arms continued to fall off and grow again, death and rebirth repeated, every part exposed to the light seemed to be possessed by a grand fire, he couldn't believe it , also unwilling to believe:

"I...became a ghost?"

Tomorrow, the sun and the moon will shine, and the golden glow will be endless. Only those who obey the sky can face it directly.

Lanjian laughed and giggled, but Ilzaghi thought he was crying.

The girl bent her legs silently, and asked in a muffled voice, "Are you really a white-haired ghost?"

"White-haired ghost...?"

Lanjian's rhetorical question was also a self-question. He looked at the girl's face for a while in the crevices of the jagged rocks, and then carefully watched the dying changes all over his body. On the other hand, his indifference changed, and he couldn't help laughing: "I was abandoned by the sky... Girl, where is your knife, give me your knife."

He was referring to himself in a Chinese way, and Ilzaghi moved: "What are you going to do?"

"Just give it to me and I'll tell you who I am."

Ilzaghi's knife was lost on the Changye Terrace, and luckily it was lost, so she replied, "The ghost king took it away."

"I am God--!"

Finally, Lan Jian couldn't hold back his emotions and roared, as if he was about to spew dead black fire and the blood of Huang Quan from his mouth.

"I am a god, and one day my body will be reduced to ashes... It's really unfair, it's really unfair...

"Taiyi! Why are you doing this to me!"

He was very puzzled, and murmured to himself: "Why do you want to punish me?"

At this moment, Jin Dian questioned "Are you a fairy or a ghost" finally had an answer that he didn't want to admit, and the demon's mocking "Are you a fairy or a ghost" finally had the result of being unwilling to die.

In the past, the phoenix drank the Kunlun water, flew ninety-nine times, and the universe was brilliant, so that a pair of twins were born in the heart of the river; in the future, a twin was suffering from natural decline, but still loved the long and long clouds, with a majestic spirit, covering the world , Gushan towering.

This was a kind of anger that had not existed for more than a thousand years. Regardless of being sunburned, he suddenly stood up from the shadow of the mountain, facing the blue sky, anxious and distressed, he couldn't help sighing:

"Chenlu...! Dolma, I am Yanlan, and I will be gone as soon as the sun rises. I never wanted to admit it before, but I have come to this point..."

Ilzaghi was a little frightened by the yelling, but he could feel the unresolved frustration very well, and murmured: "Yeah, what did we do wrong, Grandpa...we are trapped, and I am about to I'm looking for you."

This mountain meets the clouds, and the rocks touch the extreme. It is the highest sky in the world, but it still does not lead to the temple.

Lanjian closed her eyes and thought: Brother, I can't find you.

His figure crumbled, and the snow collapsed with Rourou. Subconsciously, he wanted to take out the Tao Xun from his arms, and blew it, but he seemed to be frustrated as expected: "It's gone, the Tao Xun that brother gave me is also gone. .”

The last time he had a good look at the sunrise was with Baigu.

Ilzaghi was calling him, telling him not to look directly at the sun; Gonpo licked his hand, Dorje bit back at the hem of his clothes; When Lan Jian was cold and disheartened, a clear male voice sounded, and a flower wall made of snow lotus climbed up from the snow, and suddenly appeared between Lan Jian and the sun.

"The immortal made it easy for me to find!"

Lanjian turned around when he heard the sound, and the new tea god Sugiya appeared beside him at some point, wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on his head, and bowed respectfully:

"The fog bird sent by the immortal lost its way halfway, which caused me to run for half a night... Let alone, according to our agreement, Xiaoxian will come to help you."

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