The miracle of not being afraid of fire and burning wood with one hand is perfectly achieved.

Those witch wishes no longer have a sense of ceremony, but after all, they are ruined, and without such hardware support, it is difficult for him to be so blockbuster.

A blockbuster, the sound may not be too loud, and it can even be weaker than the original chirps, but it is better than sudden and eye-catching.

It is too amazing to say that he has the blood of Zhu Rong and his hands are like the wings of a golden crow, but it also attracts those farmers who believe in Wu Zhu and hope to turn the world around and get a good harvest.

They don't respect the witches, they only respect the gods they worship, because the gods can reduce their calamities.

The story of Zhurong has been circulated here, and the myth of the three-legged golden crow has also been circulated.

When sunspots appeared, the ancestors who looked up at the starry sky thought that there were crows there, and the legend of the three-legged golden crow was derived to distinguish it from ordinary crows.

At first, the peasants present were angry at the sudden appearance of these ink makers, but when the fingers of the application ignited a flame, they rekindled a new hope.

Or some people say that the people can be happy, but they can't start with worries.

People only care about success, not the origin of things. For them, as long as the sacrifice is successful, it doesn't matter who will preside over the sacrifice, but they can't afford not to sacrifice.

It is precisely this psychology of the people that is suitable for exploitation, and it may be difficult for those witches who accumulate wealth to understand that those people do not trust and respect them, but only respect the god standing behind them, but those people monopolize the method and power of sacrifice.

These people, who believe that the gods can bring good years, wish that the gods would descend to earth, and that the ladder of heaven had not been closed by Chongli, so that they could directly pray to the gods without having to explore the meaning of the gods and do it according to the means of witch wishes.

As soon as Shi shouted like this, there was the amazing flame just now, and the people present were eager in their hearts that what Shi said was true...... There was a great drought in the previous year, and Wu Zhu said that it was because of the lack of sacrifices, but this young Mo Ji said that the sacrifice methods of these Wu Zhu were wrong.

Behind him, the inkmen in fiery red robes also used a carriage to go to Yan Kingdom, but they walked south, but instead of saying that they were going in the wrong direction, they blamed the carriage for being too slow, and this easy-to-understand story was explained.

The Ink Maker's Gazetteer is referred to as the Ink Gazetteer.

He didn't want to be Moses at all, but now he had to be Moses first.

Without waiting for the witches to refute and explain, the people exclaimed, and a cloud of cyan smoke rose from behind the young man.

The smoke was produced faster than when the fire was covered with wet grass, and it instantly obscured the figure of the young inkman, who seemed to be walking on the clouds.

And some villagers who have seen the fire burning on the mountain also smell the smell of burning here, which is slightly smelly and pungent.

They didn't know that it was the smell of burning sulfur and saltpeter, but they knew that the smell was very similar to the smell of the Blackstone fire, so they believed in the identity of this young inkman.

The witches chose to be here because of the strange blackstone fire a few years ago.

The fishing line they used to catch people was now a chain that bound their hands and feet.

The people present looked at Shi as if they were in the clouds, and thought: If this young man doesn't have anything to do with Zhu Rong, how can he walk in the clouds? If it weren't for the blood of the god of fire, how could there be that slightly smelly pungent smell?

Before the smoke had cleared, the men beside the young Mo had built a five-foot altar out of simple wood at a jaw-dropping speed.

In the summer sacrifice of Zhurong, to sacrifice the dog's lungs, the dog that was brought was slaughtered on the spot, and the dog killer was dressed in a short brown dress and was extremely skilled with a short sword.

Those who knew a little more were amazed by the exquisite skill of the dog killer, and said in their hearts that there were indeed many talented people among the ink slayers.

Those who know more are more confident.

The summer sacrifice takes the lungs first, and it requires a high degree of skill to cut the lungs: the lungs that are eaten should be separated without worrying, and the central cut of the lungs that cannot be cut must be continuous and continuous; The sacrificial lungs are more complicated to cut than the eating lungs, and they must be divided completely without sticking to the rest of the lungs.

The people had already seen the method of Mo Ji to make fire, and the method of slaughtering and cutting the man behind him, and they had already half believed the previous words in their hearts.

On the five-foot-high wooden platform, there was not a trace of dog blood, but the intact dog lungs were already placed next to the altar, dotted with a few peaches.

Seven people, dressed in red robes, stood around the altar, each praying or dancing as if it were the case.

Of course, the people don't know that this is a change from the "Enemy Shrine" of the inkman, but the sense of ritual and mystery has been created.

Of course, they won't notice that there are more than 20 sword-wielding people secretly blocking those witches and not allowing them to come forward.

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Standing in front of everyone, Shi felt that the sense of ritual and mystery had been shaped, and secretly sighed that the smell of gunpowder and gunpowder appeared in front of everyone for the first time, not on the battlefield, but in the sacrifice.

He looked at the people who were not against him, but had some trust and hope, and knew that he could start the big flicker mode and be a god.

He raised his right hand and asked, "You must be surprised to see me wearing leather gloves on this midsummer moon." Or some people think I'm stupid, or some people think I'm crazy...... Not really. I have the blood of Zhurong in my body, and my hands are like the wings of a golden crow, and everything I touch will burn...... Ay! ”

With a sigh, the people below let out a burst of exclamations, either disbelieving or believing.

Shi quietly glanced at Gongzaoye, and saw that Gongzaoye gave him a look, knowing that what should be prepared was ready.

So he called for a clay pot, and the inside of the pot was filled with water, but in fact there was some white phosphorus hidden underneath, which had already been cut into small pieces under the water.

There was also a layer inside his gloves, which were soaked in bile alum water, in order to prevent the white phosphorus from burning himself when it burned for a while.

Those who had never seen such a vaudeville trick stretched their necks one by one and leaned forward, not knowing what kind of tricks this person was going to use, or what amazing things they could see.

Shi Shi showed a distressed look on his face and said, "It is said that water and fire are incompatible, but even if my hands are wearing the gloves of this exotic beast's fur, they may still ignite the fire." As you have just seen, my hands are not afraid of fire, but you don't know that my hands can burn even if they are stained with water. ”

With that, he stretched out his gloved right hand, reached into the clay pot, felt a small piece of white phosphorus between his fingers, and shook it a few times to let the wind dry the water on it.

With his left hand, he grabbed a handful of grease-soaked hay at random, estimated that the water on the white phosphorus had dried, and quietly hid the white phosphorus in the dry grass.

Gong Zaoye stepped aside, secretly spilled a clay pot of wine into the air, and pretended to touch it with his hand, and set the wine on fire with the burning grass......

There is no wood, no identification, no flint, just a twist of the fingers, and the withered grass is ignited!

The water and wine that was poured in the air should have been used for sacrifice, but the wine burned!

At this time, these tricks, which only require a little white phosphorus and a little distilled spirit, are miracles.

Combined with his identity just now, this miracle is even more convincing.

The hundreds of people gathered in front of them exclaimed in unison, rubbed their eyes vigorously, and looked at each other to ask if they had seen it wrong.

The person who couldn't see clearly in the back asked what was going on with the person in front.

"With a twist of a finger, a flame rises!"

"Fire and water are incompatible, but this man can make the sacrificial wine burn!"

Such miracles were passed down from generation to generation, and instantly made the thousands of people present boil.

They hoped that it would be true, because if it was true, then they would be able to communicate better with the gods and avoid the drought of the previous year.

People always like to believe what they want to believe, so if it is true, they really believe that it is true.

Shi boasted a few words, and told some stories of strange beasts in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", these stories have been circulated or have not yet appeared, but his imagination has completely exceeded the imagination of everyone present, and he also made up a surprising life experience for the ordinary cowhide gloves in his hand.

It is suitable to say that his gloves are obtained from Yushan, and they are woven from the feathers of the sacred bird "Shengyu", which can cause floods, and can be used to extinguish fires.

He told the legend of the Jade Mountain, and talked about the appearance of the victory, and then lit a cotton thread soaked with salt brine on the inside and saltpeter on the outside, which only the ink master had in his hands. Beneath the cotton thread is a heavy copper coin.

When burned on the fire, the outside of the cotton thread quickly burned, but the inside could not be burned because of the salt brine. Everyone only saw the cotton thread burning, but after burning, it continued, and the copper coin was still embellished underneath, and they were suddenly amazed, and they firmly believed that this was woven by the feather of victory, otherwise how could it be burned continuously?

I think that if I say that this "Shengyu Yuyu" can be put at home to prevent fire and avoid fire, I am afraid that I can get thousands of dollars in an instant.

But he didn't bother to do it, thousands of dollars were nothing compared to what he wanted. He's gossiping here, just to wait for one thing.

When the clay pot set up next to it began to emit the aroma of cooked soybean oil, Shi glanced back and found that Lu Hua and the others, who were quietly busy there, had already rubbed a large pile of small twist flowers.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Shi said loudly: "The reason why I questioned those who were the main sacrificers just now was because their sacrifice method was wrong, and they could not reach the gods. ”

"In the past, the Jedi Heavenly Passage was re-established, and the separation of humans and gods no longer affected, if the sacrifice was illegal, how could it be possible to get the protection of the gods?"

Lu Hua has already blown out a few small twist flowers, and Shi picked up a twist flower and said: "In the past, there was a ladder to the sky, what does the ladder look like?" That's what it looks like......"

The small twist flowers in the shape of a double helix were scattered to the people below, except for the one that might have been stained with white phosphorus. Since we want to create a myth, we must connect it with the previous story, and also prepare for the simple genetics of Fuxi Nuwa in the future.

The little twist spiraled up, no one has ever seen what the ladder looks like, imagine, maybe the legendary ladder on Kunlun Mountain spirals up like this.

At this time, Mo said that it was ordinary people, even the princes and nobles believed in the theory of the ladder.

King Chu Zhao, who was beaten by Wu Zixu and Sun Wuzi in the past, once asked his father: "Book of Zhou" said that Chongli separates the ladder of heaven and man and god, why? Do you think that if there was no such thing, would everyone be able to go to heaven?

Those who have heard Shi Xian's nonsense and think that this is what the ladder looks like, have already decided that the ladder is like this, and this thing tastes quite good, crunchy and oily.

was encouraged by Shi again, and suddenly had a trace of hatred for the previous Wu Zhu: You don't know anything and dare to do sacrifices? The unpleasantness of the gods who fooled around led to the drought of the previous year! You can't let anyone else come! This is the real blood of Zhurong and the wings of the golden crow, which is very different.

Besides, it does make sense. After the Jedi Heavenly Pass, there is no ladder to worship the gods, how can you reach the gods?

This is a simple truth, so it is simple and credible. The deeper the faith, the more complete the destruction will be.