Wei Youqing's internal organs were churning, and his temples were throbbing. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info he vigorously suppressed the sweetness that surged to his throat, and quietly asked Xia Zhengsu: "Brother Xia, this looks like a newly killed person, who will it be?" ”

Xia Zhengsu glanced at Wei Youqing sympathetically, and said, "Youqing, don't always look at it if you can't see it, we are in the Turen tribe, and anything can happen." ”

Wei Youqing nodded, forcing himself not to look at the pile, lowering his head, leveling his gaze at the roaring bonfire under the altar.

Dense trumpets sounded on all sides, desolate and distant, like ancient witches. The crowd quieted down, the altar was lit up, and colorful lights lit up on the altar. Colorful lanterns fall out of nowhere, fluttering, and finally fall into the bonfire without exception.

Every time the lantern fell, the bonfire seemed to be poured with oil, swelled suddenly, and returned to calm, but the bonfire grew in size by a point. When all the bonfires fell into the bonfire, this already vigorous bonfire was several times larger than before, and the crowd burst into bursts of excited cheers.

A huge lotus flower floated from the sky and landed steadily in the center of the altar. The petals of the lotus flower open, and Shangyang Zhenren stands in the center of the lotus. White hair, white eyebrows, white beard, white dust, and a wide white robe that rises without wind and flutters.

There was an even more excited cheer from the crowd, Shangyang Zhenren's hand was raised slightly, the crowd instantly quieted down, Xia Zhengsu gently touched Wei Youqing, and motioned for him to look at the looks of these natives.

Wei Youqing looked around as he said, and saw that these natives, both men and women, were all in tears, looking at their priests with fascination.

Wei Youqing grimaced at Xia Zhengsu, but saw Mi Li'er frowning, and he was also looking around secretly. It's just that he was disdainful of the fanatical natives around him, and looked intently at He Jiming in the seat next to him.

He Jiming was talking in a low voice with a person dressed as a wizard, and the two seemed to be accustomed to the scene in front of them, and neither of them raised their heads to look at the excitement.

On the altar, Shangyang Zhenren is lifting his dust, and the Buddha dust is like his robe, floating without wind. Shangyang Zhenren's eyes were slightly closed, and there were words in his mouth, as if he was telling something to heaven and earth. The multicolored lights around the altar cast an eerie glow on his face, and the light changed strangely with different lights.

Suddenly, with a finger of his dust, a ray of fire shot out from the dust of the Buddha, and the tributes on the table in front of him burned, whether it was fruit or meat, they were all burning. The entire altar was enveloped in a scorching smell, and a little black ash drifted into the sky.

Xia Zhengsu sighed and whispered to Wei Youqing: "I think this native tribe is not short of food to eat, these sacrifices can be sacrificed and used for people to eat, but now they have been burned to ashes." ”

Wei Youqing grinned, thinking that he still didn't want it, there were people's hearts and livers inside, and they were burned, out of sight and out of mind.

He Jiming seemed to hear Xia Zhengsu's words, raised his head, and smiled slightly. The man in the wizard's garment beside him immediately raised his head, but his face was obscured by a long veil, and he stood up and hid himself in the darkness while everyone was watching the excitement on the altar.

Mi Li'er pretended to look at the stage, but the afterglow of her eyes kept moving with the wizard's figure like an eagle, as if she wanted to remember his appearance in her heart.

He Jiming answered Xia Zhengsu's question gently: "Whether it is fruit or meat on the altar, they are just empty shells, and there are some things that ordinary people will not eat. The fish god loves all living beings, so naturally he will not compete with the people for food, and he will sacrifice with grain and rice, I am afraid that it will not be in line with the wishes of the gods. ”

Wei Youqing wanted to say, "Is it in line with the will of the gods to sacrifice with people's hearts and livers?" But after all, I held back. The words that had been uttered by the already open mouth were replaced by: "Dao Chang He, don't the tribes believe in the sun god?" It turned out that it was also sacrificed to the fish god, so what are the birds and snakes next to the fish god? Why is there no statue of the sun god? ”

He Jiming said with a smile: "The fish god is a goddess, the bird god and the snake god are male gods, and they are also the guardian gods of the fish god." The god of fish, the god of snakes, and the god of birds are all servants of the sun god, and their status is equally noble, so they should be sacrificed together. The sun god is an invisible god, and he is everywhere, so no one knows what he looks like, and there is no statue. ”

Wei Youqing seemed to have an understanding, nodded and said, "I see, so in the Turen tribe, the saint can have many men. Because the fish god has two guardian gods. ”

He Jiming laughed and said, "Yes, not only the saint, as long as it is a woman, there can be many men and many guardians. ”

Wei Youqing nodded disapprovingly, and said, "But many natives don't like this, and I don't like it either." He glanced at He Jiming in embarrassment, "So I don't want to be the man of the little saint." ”

He Jiming laughed "hehe" and said: "More than ten years later, you are worried now, isn't it a mediocrity disturbing yourself?" ”

Wei Youqing felt that what he said made sense, and let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

He Jiming smiled again, turned his head, the sacrifice words of Shangyang Zhenren on the altar had been read to the end, and all the natives had already stood in the center of the square, everyone had a fascinated look on their faces, words in their mouths, and tears in their eyes, until all the lights were extinguished, and only the bonfire under the altar was burning, making a "crackling" sound.

The long sound of the horn sounded again, tactful, deep, and full of mystery. The temple suddenly became golden, and all the natives whispered something in fear, and knelt on the ground respectfully.

"What are they talking about?" Xia Zhengsu asked Wei Youqing, who was also stupid, in a daze. Mi Li'er wouldn't pay attention to him, those eagle-like eyes didn't leave his prey for a moment, and looked at He Jiming not far away without blinking.

Wei Youqing heard Xia Zhengsu ask herself, and replied, "They are saying that the sun god has descended into the temple of the Holy Maiden." ”

Xia Zhengsu had already been shocked by the scene of the sacrifice, and now when he heard that the sun god was coming, his knees were weak and he almost knelt down.

At the highest point of the temple, a white lotus slowly floated down towards the bonfire silently, and Wei Youqing clearly saw that in the white lotus petals that were closed, it was the little saintess of that day who was exposed.

Wei Youqing's heart couldn't help but raise his throat, although he didn't want to be the man of this little saint, he didn't have any ill feelings towards this little saint. Now that he saw her coming towards the blazing bonfire below, he almost screamed in fear.

The white lotus stopped above the bonfire, and the petals opened, revealing the little saint in a white robe inside. She sits on a lotus flower, like Guanyin.