The fruit of killing life

Chapter 290

Even though it's already spring, it's still a place outside the customs that is full of wind and snow.

woo woo woo.
The sky was getting dark, but the cold wind rolled up more and more fine snowflakes, fascinated the eyes of a team of horses.

There are old and young, men and women in this team, and some people still have blood on their bodies. They look exhausted, like a group of refugees fleeing for refuge, and they are still being hunted down by the way.

When the wind was blowing, the team happened to pass a mountain that could shelter from the wind.

A big Naiman man wearing a felt hat and a sheepskin jacket, with a weathered face, raised his horsewhip high and stopped the team.

"Everyone set up camp nearby, spend the night here today, and leave when the snow stops tomorrow."

"Yes, chief!"

"Okay, Saihan Shaman!"

All men, women and children, young and old, quickly set up a temporary camp in a sheltered place in the col, and started a bonfire.

After a while, the water in the iron pot also began to boil, just waiting for the meat.

Although the time now has reached the end of February.

However, the speed of winter fading outside the pass is significantly slower than that inside the pass. The grasslands are still cold and windy, with ice and snow everywhere. This situation gets worse the further north you go.

In that long winter, I don't know how many cattle and sheep were frozen to death, and how many grassland tribes were destroyed and displaced.

The big tribes still have the ability to go to the south to hunt grass valleys, and some small tribes who are impatient can only fight among themselves nearby, competing for population, cattle and sheep.

This small tribe named "Helan" was the loser in the tribal struggle.

The only advantage of the long and severe winter is that for these travelers, there is no shortage of water sources, just grab a handful on the ground.

After Saihan settled the tribe, he took out a jug of strong wine exchanged by the horse team and the Nanren, and poured three cups respectfully in the bonfire in the center of the camp.

Taking advantage of the flames rising, he cut off the neck of a big rooster, and sprinkled the fresh chicken blood into the campfire as well.

At the same time, he kept muttering: "Wotouba Rukan! Wotuba Rukan!."

The others kept silent no matter how hungry they were, and kept watching the leader and shaman, completing their worship to the god.

To be more precise, it is a homage to a [Deceitful God].

Obviously, unlike Dayan, who put all the heavenly officials and deceitful gods into prostitutes and strictly prohibited them, [Deceitful Gods] lived a very healthy life in this vast land outside the pass.

Active feeding by humans without hunting.

In fact, the five Naiman tribes are not the only ones in the countries around Dayan.

Except for those who have established a tribute system with Dayan, the basic order based on humanity can generally be maintained.

I don’t know how many other countries have been secretly stolen by the power infiltrated by the [Heavenly Official].

Even the ruling class has converted to various sects.

[Corpse Jiexian] They even work hard to take care of their own affairs, so naturally they don't have the extra energy to worry about others.

For example, the five tribes of Naiman who have lived in Mobei for generations.

They believe in the Cang God who has passed down the orthodoxy of "Cangtian Zhengdao", also known as: [Canglu Daozun], [Maha Infinite Buddha King], [Daheitian].

There are many branches of "Cangtian Zhengfa Dao", mainly shamans who believe in animism, and both Taoism and Buddhism. The origin of Taoism is the god of heaven.

Of course, the object of "animism" is not a serious spirit of heaven and earth, but a group of monsters and monsters who have converted to the gods!
Up to the [Deceitful God] who has received the god position, down to the natural spirits, ghosts and demons polluted by the corresponding "knowledge", they together form a huge "Dahei Tianshen System".

And they are the real rulers of this land, and human beings are just lambs to be shepherded.

What Xue Jiexi and Zhou Xinglou wanted to do in Dayan has almost been realized here.

Even if the whole clan is starving, they must first take out the best things to worship the [Deceitful God].

In the Naiman myth passed down by old people, the god of fire "Wotoubarukan" is a caressing old woman.

Anyone who offends her will be out of ignition for the rest of his life.

Therefore, it is strictly forbidden to poke fire with iron tools or sharp sticks on the grassland, and it is forbidden to spit, splash water and pour dirt into the fire.

Before eating, we should offer wine, meat and blood to the bonfire to worship the god of fire.

Immediately, when the clansmen were finally able to start cooking.

Shaman Saihan carried a lamb that had just been slaughtered by the tribe, walked to the edge of the mountain depression, and stood in front of a big tree that had been stripped of its bark.

The white heart of the big tree was carved into the appearance of a human face, only the lips were black and red, which was somewhat piercing.

The top of the human face is carved into the shape of a big drum, forming a tree drum.

This is another god they need to worship. The mountain god within a few hundred miles of the local area - "Bai Naqia" is also called: "Bai Ehou" and "Old Man".

Legend has it that the mountain god can transform into a tiger, man, woman, or child, and help hunters in danger in the mountains.

Because it often wanders in various mountains and forests, it is forbidden to make noise when hunting in the mountains, so as not to offend the mountain gods. Whenever you pass through old forests and cliffs, you must pray to the mountain gods for good luck.

Passers-by who encounter tree drums need to toast and offer meat, and smear animal blood and meat fat on the mouth of the god.

Whether it is worshiping "Wotuba Rukan" or "Bai Naqia", it is a [discipline and taboo] that every Naiman tribe needs to strictly abide by.

All the tribes that did not abide by the precepts have completely disappeared from the grassland.

Especially when the guardian ancestors of the "Helan" tribe had died in the dispute, they could not afford to offend any god.

However, Saihan just sprinkled a bowl of wine under the tree and beat the tree drum.

Ow-!
Suddenly there was a deafening and terrifying tiger roar in the forest.

Immediately, the roar of countless beasts sounded in the forest, wild wolves, bears, foxes, wild deer... those unmelted snowflakes on the trees all rustled down amidst the loud noise.

It was almost just a few short breaths before and after, and there was no trace of snowflakes on the originally white mountain.

Just when Saihan was surprised.

The majestic roar of the tiger turned into a mournful cry, and then stopped abruptly.

It was as if someone had strangled his neck and forcefully pinched back that roar.

"Old man bless you!"

Terrified, Saihan glanced at the pitch-black mountain forest, and after finishing the worship in a hurry, he didn't dare to stay any longer, and rushed back to the camp.

The camp also fell silent immediately, and no one dared to speak loudly.

And in the middle of the dense forest.

The mountain god these Naiman people had just worshiped could no longer protect them, it couldn't even protect itself!
Kacha-!
The ghost general Ling Xiao, who used [Fa Tian Xiang Di], rode on a giant colorful tiger with one eye on his forehead, hugged the tiger's head with both hands, and broke its neck directly.

And Ling Xiao, who was covered in scars, couldn't hold on anymore, and turned into a black light and sank into the [Kungfu Golden Wheel] behind Wang Yuan's head.

Not only he himself has reached the limit, but also Wang Yuan, who has unfolded the [Shen Yuan Dharma Body] beside him, and Huang Wu, who is still ringing clear and ringing, are also panting while holding their knees.

"Huchi. Huchi has been running for a whole day, and this pursuer is finally killed!"

Obviously.

In a jurisdiction where Huang Chidi has only been in business for many years, killing him in the shortest time, even if the three of them work together, is really an arduous task.

Today is already the third day after Wang Yuan joined [Nine Soldiers], and it is also the evening of the first day outside the pass.

Just because after leaving the pass, the entire northern land outside the pass is almost under the rule of [Cangshen].

There are also "animities" that coexist with believers.

Trees, stones, mountains, rivers... everywhere are the eyes and ears of the sect, as long as you are not a practitioner of [Cangtian Zhengdao], you will soon be discovered by all kinds of monsters.

It’s like Wang Yuan just didn’t pay homage to a tree drum passing by, but he killed a weasel that chased him out and asked him, “Are you like a man or a god?”

It was extremely unfortunate that he stabbed a hornet's nest, and was hunted down by various local gods including the mountain god "Old Man".

It seems that under the leadership of [Cangtian Zhengfadao], the entire Northern Desert is a paramilitary organization with a common core.

It is even stricter than Dayan's City God system.

"But I always feel something is wrong. Although relevant information has been mentioned in [Guanlan Pavilion], it should not be maintained at this level all year round.

For monsters and monsters with chaotic nature, it is even more uncomfortable than killing them.

Something important must have happened on the grassland recently, and the higher-ups probably issued a death order.

In addition, this time the operation outside the customs must be changed again, otherwise it will be almost impossible to move, and if you are not careful, you will be hunted down to the end. "

Thinking of this, Wang Yuan reached out to grab the tiger's corpse.

"Soul capture!"

"Ghost eater!"

Opening his mouth, he ate the "old man" Yinshen who had already worked hard and killed seven times.

The memory of this landlady began to surge in Wang Yuan's heart.

Soon he solved the first mystery that could not be found in the books.

——Why does the humane dragon spirit on the grassland no longer exist, and it has almost turned into a kingdom of demons, but the "Five Parts of Naiman" have almost no resistance?
Could it be that Dayan's resolute resistance is actually meaningless?

To his surprise, the "killing tree" and Cangshen gave a lot of help to the five parts of Naiman, but the exploitation was not too heavy.

How to describe it?

Probably the most appropriate is that, before the fall of the red country, it was the happiest time for the workers in the bald eagle industry.

So even if they are ruled by monsters and monsters, Naiman Wubu's life is still passable.

It's not because of the weird conscience, it's just because Dayan hasn't fallen yet.

Once they use their strength to gnaw away the hard bone of Dayan, [Tianguan] will definitely reveal his blood-eating nature and turn the five parts of Naiman into real pigs and sheep.

It's a pity, how many people among all living beings can understand it?Even if you can see it clearly, what can you do if you are coerced by Huanghuang's general situation?
Perhaps the "killing tree" may not be willing to open the only [Tianmen] in Chixian Shenzhou.

Then, for thousands of years, he fought against the stinky, tough and uncompromising [Nine Soldiers].

If it were any other civilization in the world, they would have perished [-] times without them doing anything, so how could they have survived for thousands of years?
But who made the rest of the world back then mostly just a desert of knowledge?
Being blocked here by someone, I can only find a way to slowly infiltrate it.

Putting this question aside, Wang Yuan quickly discovered from the memory of the "old man" the reason for the strict control of Dayan's visitors on the grassland, and his expression changed suddenly:
"Spring Festival? The temperature is getting warmer, the plague is attacking the city, and Baiyun Pass is broken?!"

(End of this chapter)