Chapter 119 Dragon Sacrifice
Beiting Mountain, the southwest pass.
As the gateway to Changxi Mansion, Beiting Mountain is the only entry and exit gateway between Jiujiang Province and Eastern Hunan Province. Even Chen Yuyan took this road when he went to the Yufu Mansion of Senior Officials in Eastern Hunan.
The mountains in other places are steep and steep, and there is no possibility of turning over unless they can fly hundreds of feet out of thin air.
The breeze blows, and the setting sun fades away, driven away by the gray-red evening atmosphere.
A group of people arrived at the southwest pass at the most depressing time of sunset.
All of them are wearing black robes and masks.
It was Chen Yuyan and others.
Relying on the ability of the Biyue Pei and the Taisu Yin Talisman to cover up the secrets, Chen Yuyan took Jiang Wenyu and Li Wen out of Heluo County without too much effort.
Like Jiang Wenyu, Li Wen is also willing to join the Heavenly Demons and regard him as the master.
Just because Chen Yuyan agreed to give him the power to take revenge.
If in the past, someone told Li Wen that as long as he was the master, he would be able to give him strength, Li Wen would definitely sneer.
He firmly believes that only the strength gained by oneself is the most real.
But at this point he had no choice.
Desperate, hopeless.
"Dead, dead, all dead."
"Daddy, Mommy, Uncle Buhu, and Xiaozhou..."
This was the first sentence Li Wen uttered after he was rescued by Chen Yuyan, looking at the expressionless Jiang Wenyu with dull eyes.
Half an hour ago, he was still the young master of Sifang Martial Arts School; half an hour later, he became a lonely and desperate man.
Li Wen has no choice.
What's more, the "Da Zi Zai Tian" in front of him also signed a [Law Series] bond contract with him. If he fails to fulfill his promise, the spiritual brand he set will be directly invalid.
"Shenyin, what are you doing standing there?"
Bithan turned back, looked at Li Wen who was standing there in a daze, and urged.
Li Wen was stunned for a long while before realizing that Kuhan was calling her.
Yeah, he calls it "God Drink" now.
Li Wen is dead.
Recovering his senses, Li Wen's expression under the mask became indifferent, followed the two people who were walking in front, and came to the gate of the southwest pass.
The three of Chen Yuyan's outfits were too conspicuous. When they reached the gate of the city, the disciples of the Huansha Sword Sect were already waiting.
Dozens of disciples stood on the city wall, led by a swordsman who looked like a famous scholar, frowning at the three who came who were not kind.
"Who is coming, quickly take off my mask and report your name, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to the Huansha Sword Sect."
The disciple of the Huansha Sword Sect said coldly.
What responded to them was a strange magic sound that resounded through the world.
Artistic Conception·Omen!
…
Walking up the pass where corpses were strewn across the field, Kuhan and Shenyin both looked at the burly figure in front of them with complicated expressions.
It turns out that someone is really strong enough to defeat a hundred, even seemingly effortlessly.
And Bitter Cold was even more shocked.
When Da Zizaitian rescued her, he used a knife, and now he saw that Da Zizaitian's attainments in spiritual esoteric methods are so high.
She couldn't help feeling curious.
What kind of person is this person?
But they didn't know that Chen Yuyan, who was walking in the front, had a ferocious face under the mask at this time, and they only felt that their head was dizzy and about to burst.
With his current strength, it is still too difficult to confuse so many warriors.
Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, so the two of them couldn't see how embarrassed they were.
Passing through the southwest pass of Beiting Mountain, Chen Yuyan turned around, looked at the two people in front of him and said, "When you get here, you are basically safe."
"Do you remember what I arranged for you, the bitter cold went to the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions, the Wangchuan River under the Amitabha Peak, the missing half body of the former magician "Bone Bone Buddha" Monk Jiayuan and the "Bone Bone Rebirth Bliss Sutra" are in the river, ah Near the Red River."
"Shenyin went to Hou'er Cave in southern Xinjiang. Seven hundred years ago [Wine Sequence] Yuan Sanhan's wine-making skills and dozens of wine recipes were engraved on the back of the Monkey King in Hou'er Cave. .”
Chen Yuyan turned around and walked away.
His voice came from a long distance, "Give me half a year to get the inheritance, and half a year later, we will meet at Jiangdong Zhuzi Peak."
"If you can't even get the inheritance, the demons don't need such waste!"
Behind Chen Yuyan, Kuhan and Shenyin knelt down on one knee, respectfully saying:
"Slave, send off my lord."
The two didn't get up until the figure of Da Zi Zai Tian disappeared.
They looked at each other, didn't say anything, and left after handcuffing.
One person goes north, one person goes south.
The sun is thinning on the western mountain, and the smoke from Banyang is reddish at first, but gradually it is also restrained by the dusk, and it is covered behind a layer of gray-purple veil.
at last.
All dissolved in the mist of evening.
Shenyin looked up at the sky, the flames of hatred burning in his heart.
"Wine Ape" Yuan Sanhan, the third place on the Weidi List seven hundred years ago.
His wine making skills and wine recipes are treasures that countless [Wine Sequence] warriors dream of.
Father, mother, and everyone.
Don't worry.
Soon, soon, Ah Wen will help you pay off this **** feud!
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Yuntao Province, Donghe Prefecture, Qingke County.
The mountains are vast and the night is hazy.
Thick fireworks enveloped the entire Qingke County, making it look beautiful.
The county town is brightly lit, and the city is orange-colored. Lanterns are hung every other step on both sides of the street, forming a light belt that gathers like a dragon.
The squares and streets in the city are criss-crossed, one by one, like a knot, all the people who saw this scene from a height were all in a daze, as if they saw the ribbon dropped by the fairy in the sky.
This is the most famous and grand "Dragon Festival" in the Xiangjiang River Basin.
In Yuntao Province, the Dragon Festival is mostly held on the third day of March and the sixth day of June.
Dragon sacrifices are divided into major sacrifices and minor sacrifices. The minor sacrifice involves slaughtering pigs and chickens, while the major sacrifice involves slaughtering cattle. The ritual is presided over by a highly respected leader in the city called "Dragon Head".
Each household buys all pigs, chickens, ducks and other sacrifices by itself, and the men of the family go to offer sacrifices. During the sacrifices, production stops for three days.
And Qingke County presides over the Dragon Festival, of course, is the Twelve Links.
To be precise, it is Yanziwu.
As for the Nanming officials in Qingke County, they are only responsible for managing people's livelihood, and they never dare to dictate to Twelve Links.
Even when there is a need for the Twelve Links, they have to meet all the requirements of the former. This is the treatment that the top forces in the world should receive.
The sky is pitch black, and the lights on the ground can't be extinguished.
The crowd was lively and jubilant.
Shoulders rubbing heels, crowds of people.
When it is a hundred steps away from the river, there are fewer pedestrians, because only those who practice martial arts can enter.
There are gang members from the Twelve Links Wharf guarding the boundary with their armor.
In places a hundred steps away from the riverside, high platforms were temporarily built, and tables and chairs were placed on them. You only need to spend a few silver taels to occupy the high and low places, so that you can enjoy the wonderful Dragon Festival.
Qingke County has a population of tens of thousands. Today, almost all of them come to participate in this Dragon Festival. There are also tourists from neighboring cities and counties who come here, making the scene even more crowded.
If it weren't for the layout of the Twelve Links Docks, the outside of the city was divided into blocks, and they were divided by iron chains and cables. Every few steps, there would be flaming pillars of fire illuminating the scene brightly.
Otherwise, the scene would have been chaotic, and I don’t know how many people would be trampled to death.
Rumble—
Suddenly, the drum beat loudly.
It was deafening and resounded through the sky.
The auspicious time has come, and the Dragon Festival has begun.
By the river, a group of brawny men with bare upper body started to move. They moved in unison, and the drumsticks in their hands fell heavily.
The fisherwoman behind her shakes the musical instrument in her hand, as if she is passing orders, and also seems to be making sacrifices to the gods.
Boom—
Just as the crowd of people watching the ceremony was muffled, a sudden thunder exploded, splitting a white light between the sky and the earth, completely suppressing the voices of all the people in a ten-mile radius.
Immediately afterwards, dozens or hundreds of streamers shot up into the sky.
Explosions resounded through the sky.
Pairs of eyes lifted up on the ground, and there was a light in the eyes, as if the stars were lit.
The opening of the Dragon Festival, fireworks.
The continuous rustling sound sounded, changing rapidly, gracefully unfolding the smiling faces of light yellow, silver, white, green, lavender, blue and pink. It was so beautiful that huge fireworks bloomed in the air, and the petals fell like rain.
A delicate flower blooms in the night sky, and its beauty is reflected in the pupils of the crowd below, like a woman who is overwhelmed by the city, and like the ripples from the corners of her mouth, overflowing in circles.
Fireworks are fleeting, but ashes are eternal.
Five or six breaths passed, and there were crowds of people by the Xiangjiang River, but their expressions stopped, chatting and screaming stopped, and everyone quietly looked up at the house-sized fireworks in the sky.
Different shapes, colorful streamer.
The fireworks in the night sky exploded colorfully, blooming a moment of youth in the black sky.
I don’t know how long it has passed, the fireworks ended, and the drums started again.
Start slaughtering cattle and sheep.
The bright red blood of cattle and sheep was sprinkled into the surging river, causing little ripples.
"Where is the black dragon slayer?"
The deep and deep male voice suddenly sounded, resounding through the heaven and earth, and clearly entered the ears of everyone present.
Someone raised his head and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.
On the high platform with the most floors by the river, there was a tall and burly figure sitting on the first seat.
Behind him, a substantial scene emerged:
Huge white fireworks are burning, with the blue sky overhead.
The light that blooms is so great that it can't even compare with the lights and candles of the whole city.
Faxiang·Qingyantian!
This person is the owner of the Twelve Chain Dock.
"Bright Sun and Blue Sky" Song Jianghe!
Following Song Jianghe's order, thousands of figures with weapons in their hands and fierce eyes walked out from under the high platform, all looking at the river with piercing eyes.
"Here is the Black Dragon Slayer!"
Everyone who came out responded loudly with their voices raised.
There is a saying in the legend of the Dragon Festival that the white dragon is good and the black dragon is evil.
The white dragon and the black dragon are constantly fighting, and only the winner can sit on the position of the dragon king and call the wind and rain.
The people along the river naturally hope that the white dragon can sit on the position of the dragon king, so they regard the Xiangjiang River at night as a black dragon to compete with it and weaken the former;
Just now shed the blood of the cattle and sheep, but did not drop the bodies of the cattle and sheep, which is to provoke the black dragon on purpose.
Then some warriors stepped forward and defeated it.
One will ebb and flow, and naturally Bailong will be able to sit on the position of Dragon King, and then the next year will be smooth and peaceful.
Slay the black dragon and sacrifice to the white dragon.
Years and months have passed, and it has become a habit.
After the daytime sacrifice is over, the nearby people will take a cowhide boat to play, put on costumes, gather at the riverside, and throw offerings into the river for sacrifice.
But the most exciting and attractive thing is the feat of killing the black dragon at night.
With the body of a mortal, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the world.
Looking at the gradually surging river water, everyone on the riverside looked forward to it.
The dark clouds are getting darker and lower, and they are pressing down on the river.
The river catches the flashes of lightning and extinguishes them in its own abyss. The shadows of these lightnings are like fiery snakes, swimming in the dark river, and disappearing in a flash.
In an instant, the wind howled and the rain poured down.
The waves cry out in furious storm, and contend with the wind.
"Everyone, how long do you think they can last?"
On the high platform, Song Jianghe bared his chest, staring at the thousands of figures rushing into the Xiangjiang River below, and asked.
The so-called Dragon Sacrifice Festival, maybe at the beginning, it was really just to bless the coming year with good weather and peace for the people.
But for the current Twelve Links, the Dragon Festival has become a means of suppressing gang luck.
The Dragon Festival is a ceremony.
Similar to this are the sword-questioning ceremony in Shushan, the contention of a hundred schools of thought in Zhuzifeng, and the annual winter solstice ceremony in the Southern Ming and Northern Wei dynasties.
Although such things as luck are illusory, all the top forces invariably maintain a tacit understanding and hold rituals every year to suppress luck.
Only sects with the means to suppress luck can be regarded as top forces in the arena.
Otherwise, no matter how strong the strength is, it can only hold the title of this first-class force.
"The old man thinks that this Dragon Festival, someone should be able to last until the ugly hour."
Song Jianghe has two seats on his right hand, and the brown-haired old man who is blind in his right eye tilts his head up to drink, puts down his glass and smashes his mouth and continues:
"That kid from the Xu family is not bad, he should be the leader this time at the Dragon Festival."
"There is also the daughter of the Murong family. Although they eat a lot, their strength should not be underestimated."
Someone interrupted.
"After the Dragon Festival this time, give Baishawu an extra pier. The little girl of the Murong family is poor enough to come to Yanziwu to eat and drink."
Song Jianghe glanced at the **** figure dancing with a sledgehammer in the river, a little dumbfounded, "If other sects know that such a talented young man can't even eat enough in our 12th Lianhuanwu, he will be ashamed. Big hair."
"The owner of the dock is very right."
All the divine mind masters below responded in unison.
"Old man Lu, that brat in your family has practiced kung fu very well."
"Your Li family's is also good."
On the high platform, the Shenyi masters of the Twelve Links gathered together to observe the performance of their respective gang members in the river.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared in the river, attracting the attention of everyone along the river.
Swordsmanship · Once the spring is full, the beauty is old!
The withered and yellow blade cut through the water, as if it wanted to cut the Xiangjiang River in two.
The long knife trembled, and the dragon groaned to the sky.
The high-pitched voice soared into the sky!
I would like to offer my friend’s books, "Senior sisters are all bosses, so it’s reasonable for me to be bad", "The Liver Experience of Gou in the Deceitful World", "The Rise of Virginia"
Some content in the previous chapter will be revised. To destroy Buddhism is not to destroy Buddhism directly by force, but to distort the scriptures and provoke infighting among Buddhism to destroy Buddhism.
Similar to Mahayana Buddhism and Theravada Buddhism, this is more in line with the nature of the characteristic "Heavenly Demon" and the conspiracy sequence, but these days there is not much free time, let's put an eye on it first, and modify it later
(end of this chapter)