Chapter 687 Shinto (additional update for the leader, Taishang Daluo Tianxian, Emperor Wanshou~)
Old Yu was silent for a moment before he slowly said:
"This method is called the ''River Sacrifice and Disaster Reforming'', which was told by a passing fisherman..."
"That day I was fishing in the river, and the boat suddenly sank for some reason - probably it was hitting the reef at the bottom of the river, or hitting the sharp corners of some kind of water monster..."
"I have heard of many fishing practitioners who sank a ship in the river and have lost their lives in my life."
"At that time, I was panicked and swam desperately to the shore, but as soon as I was halfway through, I was targeted by the water demon..."
"Just when I thought I was about to die of Yanshui River, a passing fisherman injured the water demon and dragged me to the shore..."
"I saved my life..."
Old Yu sighed, still feeling scared.
Mo Hua''s eyes narrowed and he asked, "What does that fisherman who passed by looks like?"
Lao Yu thought for a while, "I am a habitual person who goes into the water. He has excellent water quality and white skin. He looks like a white fish in the river. His eyebrows are very light and he looks weird. But after watching it for a long time, he also thinks he is kind and kind..."
The eyes of the ink painting are slightly deeper.
Crossing the river dragon...
"Then what?"
"Then..." Old Yu pondered, "I was very grateful to him and said he wanted to repay him, but he waved his hand and said... Oh, they are all making a living in the water. When they are in trouble, they should help each other. It''s just a simple task, so you don''t have to be polite."
"Good guy..." Old Yu sighed and said:
"I invited him to drink. Even though it was a bad wine, he didn''t dislike it."
"After drinking for three rounds, I was so speculative that I talked about the hardships of fishing practitioners. He said that he had no father or mother, no children, and was alone."
"I said I was the opposite. I was a whole family, but I was all destined to live a hard life for a lifetime and have no chance of success."
"My two grandsons have good spiritual roots, but there is no spiritual stone for them to practice."
"It''s my grandfather who is useless and has dragged down their future."
When Lao Yu said this, he looked ashamed, and then shook his head and continued:
"When the fishing cultivator heard this, he wanted to speak but stopped. He wanted to speak, but he endured it but still didn''t say it, just drank on his own."
"But I saw his hesitation, so I told him that if you have anything to say, you don''t have to worry."
"He just shook his head, and I asked again and again, then he sighed and told me this method of ''river sacrifice to transform disasters''."
"He said that this method of sacrifice was only heard from some old monks. He didn''t know whether it was useful or not."
"The fisherman said that there is a kind of blood fish in this world that needs to be pious in body and mind, and nourish it with blood. When its mouth and teeth are cracked, the fish fins turn into human-like hands and feet, and throw them into the well to worship the river god. If you are blessed by the river god, you can achieve your wishes..."
"I think it''s strange. I can''t understand why I have to be pious in body and mind and nourish with blood. Since I am worshipping the river god, why not throw it into the river or into the well..."
Mo Hua was curious, "What did the fisherman say?"
Old Yu frowned and said, "The fishing cultivator said he didn''t know either. This is what he passed down, and it was like this and could not be changed at all."
"He said that since he was a sacrifice to the river god, this is the priority of the river god. How can we human monks know..."
"I''m a little hesitant."
"He asked me if I want to use it?" He also said that not everyone can get the protection of the River God by using this method, but let''s try it..."
"If I really want to use this method to sacrifice to the ''river god'', then he can get me a ''blood fish'' for friendship, and he doesn''t need to give the spirit stone, just ask him to drink."
"The spirit stone is precious, but this kind of wine is not worth much."
"I thought to myself, just try it. Even if it doesn''t work, it''s nothing to pay for some alcohol."
"What''s more, this guy saved my life and there is no need to harm me again."
"He told me so much, and he was also very enthusiastic, for my own good..."
Mo Hua frowned as she heard it.
Old Yu didn''t know the inside story, so he just sighed and looked at Mo Hua, "Young Master, you should know everything about it later..."
Lao Yutou sighed a little:
"I did as I did. I was protected by the River God. I caught a three-color carp and sold eight thousand spirit stones. My two young grandchildren also had a future..."
When Lao Yu said this, he suddenly looked frightened:
"But such things must not be disclosed, otherwise it will cause the River God to blame and all the blessings will be lost."
Old leader Yu looked at the ink painting with pleading eyes:
"Young Master, I beg you for the old man. You are so good, just pretend that you didn''t see anything."
Mo Hua looked complicated and his mind moved slightly. He nodded and agreed:
"Okay, I won''t tell you."
He did not think about persuading Lao Yu, nor did he try to explain to him that the so-called river sacrifices were all fake, and the river **** he worshiped was not the river **** at all, but it was probably the evil god.
But in this world, foolish believers cannot persuade them, and it is useless to say that, and it is impossible for him to listen.
Ink painting does not waste this effort, he only said:
"I won''t tell others about this, but your fish can no longer be raised, nor can you worship the gods in the well water..."
Lao Yu''s face was tangled.
I used one ink painting, which made him understand the reason:
"Greed will cause the River God to punish him."
"You have received enough blessings from the River God. If you continue to sacrifice and seek excessive power, you will anger the River God and cause disaster..."
When Lao Yu heard this, he looked frightened and nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, the young master is right!"
"You can''t be too greedy. It''s enough. I''m lucky enough. If I continue to be greedy, I''m afraid something will happen."
Mo Hua nodded.
Old Yu breathed a sigh of relief and sincerely saluted the ink painting:
"Thank you, my little boy, for your advice."
Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay, then I''ll leave, just pretend I haven''t been here."
After saying that, the ink painting was clean and neat, he turned around and left.
Old Yu''s expression was a little dazed, and he began to think about why this young man appeared in the small fishing village so late?
What did he do when he came here?
Old Yu couldn''t figure it out, but he thought about it and felt that this was probably the will of the River God.
The river **** asked the young master to drive away the monks of the Wang family, buy his own fish, realize his wish, and give his two young grandsons the opportunity to join the sect.
Now it should be the river god, so let this young man wake up.
You should not be too greedy in life.
Old Yu nodded deeply, looked back at the well, then put his own fish tank on his back, turned and left.
After Lao Yu left, the well was empty and there was no one else.
After a moment, a small figure condensed slightly again, and the figure appeared, which was the ink painting.
He coaxed Lao Yu away, then quietly returned invisible and came to the well.
I saw this well during the day, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I didn’t expect that something happened to appear in this well.
Mo Hua lay at the wellhead and glanced into the well.
There are dark holes in the well.
Mo Hua let go of his spiritual consciousness and explored deep into the well. After a while, he noticed that there was water inside, and there were a few blood fishes looming in the water.
Further deeper, there is chaos and no one can perceive anything.
"Is the evil **** hiding in this well water?"
"How did you hide it?"
"House on boarding flesh and blood? Build an altar? Or is it a sermon statue of the evil **** calmed in the well water?"
"But this is not right..."
Mo Hua frowned, "If the evil **** was staying at the bottom of the well, the fishing practitioners in the village must have been polluted by the evil gods long ago. How could they deceive Lao Yutou to raise fish to spread evil thoughts like ''plague''..."
"And if the evil **** was at the bottom of the well, I would have discovered it long ago."
In the eyes of the ink painting, black and white flashed, using weird calculations and derivation calculations together, looking into the well.
There was indeed a blood mist in the well, but it was very faint.
Compared to that day, when I followed the river dragon and entered the small fishing village, the scarlet blood mist I saw was even fainter by Tianjiyan.
it''s out of the question…
Moreover, ink paintings have an understanding of the existence of evil thoughts. If the evil god, or the evil god''s skeleton, is really staying at the bottom of the well, it must have been impatient to come out now and laughs wildly to eat itself.
"Where is the evil god...hidden?"
"What secret is hidden in this well?"
Mo Hua frowned, thought for a long time and couldn''t help but sigh.
The spiritual consciousness... I am so hungry...
There is nothing to eat...
Mo Hua looked at the water well again, as if a child who was greedy and wanted to drink "fish soup", couldn''t help but think:
"Why...jump into the well and take a look?"
As soon as this thought arose, it was suppressed by Mo Hua.
Our spiritual consciousness is strong, but the physical body is very weak.
Jumping alone into the well, if you encounter an evil spirit, even if you encounter an evil god, you can deal with it a few times. However, if you encounter a fierce water monster, you may lose your life if you don’t pay attention.
It''s not worth taking this risk.
But ink painting really wants to know what is in the bottom of the well.
He frowned, and after thinking about it, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he remembered that he had a "little toy".
Mo Hua immediately opened the storage bag and took out a "little tiger" from it.
This is a puppet, which was specially carved for him by Mr. Puppet. It was also painted by Modai on the spiritual hub array, which can be controlled by his spiritual sense and act freely.
Little tiger-headed and treacherous.
The ink painting looks at it, and there is still some nostalgia.
Since entering the Qianxuezhou community, he hasn''t used these "little tigers" for a long time. At this time, he has to go to the bottom of the well to explore the way, so he can just try it.
But the little tiger is made of wood and will float on the water.
Mo Hua thought about it, took a few iron pieces, tied them to the little tiger, and then threw them into the well.
“Pu” sound.
The little tiger fell into the water, and then was pressed by the iron block and slowly sank to the bottom of the well.
The bottom of the well was dull and the spiritual consciousness was unclear.
The little tiger can''t "swim".
Mo Hua could only try her best to pull the little tiger with her spiritual sense, pulling her claws, and slowly moving at the bottom of the well.
He doesn''t need it either. The little tiger''s investigation is carefully done. Just determine the bottom of the well and whether there is any danger.
The little tiger slashed for a long time, moved a little distance, and suddenly his body trembled, as if he was hit by something.
Mo Hua felt a stern in her heart. Then there was a dull but intense sound of water coming from the well.
It seems that there is a group of fish swimming around in anger.
In less than a moment, Mo Hua felt that the little tiger had been swallowed by something, and then the breath completely disappeared.
Mo Hua was stunned and then felt glad.
"Fortunately I didn''t go on rashly..."
But his little tiger... lost one...
Ink painting is more or less sad.
"What exactly is the bottom of the well that swallowed his little tiger?"
Mo Hua frowned and suddenly remembered the blood-colored fish demon in the sea of ??consciousness that night transformed from the evil god''s thoughts, sharp teeth, fierce eyes, fish fins turned into feet, and stood upright.
Mo Hua had a vague guess in her mind.
These blood fish are probably thrown in the well to raise "Gu".
They absorb human blood and voluntary power, swallow each other in the well water, and eventually evolve into a large blood-colored fish demon entrenched in the deep well.
This fish demon is the "medium" of pollution from evil gods.
It is not powerful at this time.
But once it is fed too much, when it keeps swallowing and growing, the entire well will turn into a source of pollution, passing through the well water and polluting the surroundings.
And the entire fishing village will also become a "hotbed" for the spread of evil gods.
The ink painting is a little heavy, but still confused.
If this is the case, then this well is just the "medium" of the evil god''s preaching, not the origin of the evil god.
These fish cannot be evil gods.
Where is the essence of the evil god?
Ink painting put itself in her shoes and thought about it.
If you are a "little evil god", or a "god servant" who preaches devoutly for the evil god, you will definitely not put all your eggs in one basket.
This means that the medium of preaching and the foundation of the evil **** will not be placed in the same well.
The essence of the evil **** must be hidden and unknown to others, and should not be offended or blasphemed.
The medium of preaching should also be hidden, but it should be widely spread, just like the water of a well, polluting believers.
The two must be related, but they cannot be completely isolated.
"If you say so, this well is very problematic..."
The secret of the evil **** is likely to be hidden in the well, because except for this well, there are no traces of other evil gods appearing within ten miles.
"But what is the secret, where is it hidden, and how is it hidden?"
Mo Hua scratched her head, which was a little puzzled.
The bottom of the well is dangerous and I can''t go there by myself, but outside the well...
The ink painting circled around the wellhead again, but no other clues were found.
No clues were given at all.
Mo Hua sighed in his heart: "The evil **** preaches is really bizarre and unpredictable..."
But he was unwilling to give up and searched around the well.
But until the east turned white and dawn was approaching, nothing was found.
Mo Hua sighed and had to give up temporarily.
He was invisible again, quietly left the well, and then went straight to the familiar big tree at the entrance of the village, climbed up to the branch, and continued to observe patiently.
"I don''t believe it anymore, I can''t catch your little tail..."
Mo Hua sat cross-legged, a little angry.
The sun rises, and the small fishing village is as usual.
Mo Hua stared at it like this, from morning to noon, and then watched the smoke rise in every cooking in the fishing village and drink fish soup.
Ink painting has a bit complicated mood.
These fish soups... can''t be drunk...
The more you drink, the more you are contaminated by the evil gods.
But he had no choice but to remind him, let alone be alerted. He could only try to find out the foundation of the evil **** and see if he could find a solution from the root...
Mo Hua sighed.
Just as he was sighing, Mo Hua glanced at the corner of her eyes and was suddenly stunned.
He found an acquaintance...
He has a beard all over his face, his muscles are twisted, and his skin is dull. He looks like a big man who is proficient in water...
It is the crossing river dragon who has changed his vest!
Ink painting eyes are bright.
Finally caught myself!
The crossing dragon that had disappeared in the small fishing village for several days finally reappeared.
It was noon at this time. The dragon crossing the river was carrying a fish basket, dressed as a fishing practitioner, walking in the small fishing village as if no one was around, and no one suspected him.
The dragon crossed the river in the village, and was aimlessly wandering around, as if checking the situation of the fishing practitioners, and as if they were looking for something.
Especially when passing by Lao Yutou''s house, his eyes became deeper and he looked thoughtful.
After that, he left the small fishing village with a fish basket on his back.
Mo Hua hurriedly followed and found that after crossing Jianglong left the fishing village, he walked to the Yanshui River and plunged into the river with a fierce look.
Afterwards, he was like a **** fish swimming freely under the water.
Mo Hua has a strong spiritual sense, and has studied the Bailang technique, is familiar with Bailang''s body technique, and the method of driving away water and avoiding monsters. His spiritual sense has a slight sense of emotion with Yanshui River.
The dragon crossing the river seems to be sinking at the bottom of the water, but it has always been under the nose of the ink painting.
Any of his actions can be seen clearly by Mo Hua.
And the dragon crossing the river was obviously unaware of it.
Mo Hua was just like this, staring at it all the time, and the dragon crossing the river kept swimming. Seeing that the sky was getting darker, Mo Hua felt a little anxious.
Two days off for ten days, this is the second day.
At night, he had to go back to the sect to attend class.
But I have followed this. If I miss it and cut the clues, I may not have such an opportunity in the future.
Moreover, things about evil gods should be done sooner rather than later.
Mo Hua gritted her teeth and sent a message to Gu Changhuai:
"Uncle Gu, I have made a major discovery. Please ask me for a day off from the sect!"
Uncle Gu is the Daoting Department. He is more convincing than asking for leave for himself.
Today, no matter what, I must reveal all the secrets of the evil gods of Crossing the River Dragon and the small fishing village...
Ink painting has a firm look.
After that, the dragon crossed the river was like before, swimming leisurely in the Yanshui River, and caught a few fish during the period. It was not until the sky got dark that he got ashore.
After getting ashore, he still took out the fish basket, packed the dead fishing fishing village like a few days ago, and carried it to the small fishing village with his back.
Ink painting followed lightly.
After entering the small fishing village, after crossing the river dragon looked around vigilantly, he still took the same route as that day, turned into the same narrow alley, and then disappeared directly.
Mo Hua''s brow frowned slightly.
But this time, he probably knew it.
The night is dark and the moon is cool.
The atmosphere in the air gradually became a little depressed.
Mo Hua stepped on the small fishing village, the slightly moist ground, smelling the increasingly strong fishy smell, and walked straight to the well behind the village.
When I arrived at the well, Mo Hua''s eyes were slightly bright.
Sure enough, the crossing river dragon is here too!
Ink Hua walked forward gently and found that the dragon crossing the river put the fish basket aside, and then took out a pen and an inkstone from his arms.
The brush is black, and it seems to be made of human hair.
The inkstone is white, as thick as bones. After grinding the ink for a moment, blood flowed out.
The dragon crossing the river uses a human brush and dipped it in the blood ink in the bone inkstone, and paints an extremely special, ancient and obscure pattern around the well.
Seeing this, Mo Hua felt a little shocked.
"Is this...the evil formation pattern?"
This crossing river dragon is actually a formation master?
Next to the evil well, the dragon crossed the river with a pious look and a humble expression painted with blood-colored formation patterns.
The ink painting was right beside him, watching secretly.
As the array patterns increase, the breath in the well becomes more and more strange.
Finally, when the dragon crossed the river and finished drawing all the formation patterns, the well trembled suddenly, and then it seemed that the cause and effect were reversed.
This well has become completely different in the perception of ink painting...
An extremely strong, with a rotten fishy smell came to my face.
The strange scarlet blood mist gushed out from the well and gradually spread outward, eventually covering the entire fishing village.
It seems that the "seal" of this well was opened...
Mo Hua was shocked. He looked at the formation beside the well with a serious look.
What kind of formation is this...
He can actually seal the aura of the evil **** at the bottom of the well...
Mo Hua frowned and thought hard, and suddenly a thought came to her heart.
"Seal..."
The pupils of ink painting shrank.
Could this be what Huangshanjun said, almost lost...
Shinto formation? !
?Thank you, the leader of the reward for the great boss, Daluo Tianxian Wanshou.
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(This chapter ends)