Changsheng: I can sell everything

The sound of suona babbled, extending straight up from the shadowy mountain foot.

At the foot of the mountain, the usually brightly lit Deacon Hall was actually dim and dim at this time, giving people a strange feeling of being heavy and soaked in ink.

Song Ciwan frowned slightly, with her spiritual sense, she suddenly felt uneasy.

But here is Wangjiang Mountain, where monks gather most in Pinglan City, what kind of evil spirits would dare to come to Wangjiang Mountain?

Song Ciwan stood there and listened quietly for a while, only to hear the suona sound, which seemed to be vaguely accompanied by a subtle child's voice.

This child's voice is high-pitched and thin, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women, and there seem to be many, many boys and girls singing quietly at the same time: "It has been three years since the age, there has been a severe drought, the Dragon King has not rained, and the words are touched by mortals." God..."

"It tells you to pay tribute, and I pay tribute. At the beginning, I paid tribute to incense, and later, I paid tribute to three animals..."

"The three animals are not enough, I have to exchange a child with my parents..."

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."

"I want to sing and dance again. The sky is overcast for dozens of days without a drop of rain."

"A strong man of seven feet can't go down the river, but he wants to sacrifice me to the roof..."

"You see that the river is not dry, you see that day the Lord didn't open his eyes, the child fell into the water, is it raining?"

"Hey, oh, oh, daddy, mommy..."

"..."

One after another, the child's voice was sharp and thin, clear and crisp. Suddenly, a particularly resentful female voice came out of it.

The woman sang: "Twenty-eight Fanghua, I went to Goulan. I tasted it myself, it was all arsenic. You feed me a candy, ouch, the candy is so sweet..."

"Eating sugar, getting sick, only three years of prosperity, and the seats are broken in a blink of an eye..."

"The wind on the mountain is so cold, wild dogs are coming in groups..."

"Some people catch wild dogs, and some people catch me..."

"He is a butcher with a knife, how has he ever separated humans from dogs..."

"Dog meat rolls three rolls, who can beat the gods?"

"Hey, hey, the gods will open the door, the gods will open the door..."

"..."

The singing sounds seemed to be telling fragmented stories.

The story has no pictures, but it seems to have pictures.

Song Ciwan stood halfway up the mountain, listening to it in a trance.

The entire Wangjiang Mountain fell into a strange situation that was extraordinarily noisy and extraordinarily quiet.

The noisy ones are the sounds of the suona and the overlapping singing tunes, but the quiet one is Wang Jiangshan at this time.

There are so many monks on the mountain, not to mention those who are retreating in the cave, but the deacon hall at the bottom of the mountain, why is there no movement?

And on the top of the mountain, those monks waiting under the four light curtains——

This group of monks, Song Ciwan, once took a look through the gods, and there were hundreds of them!

Not one of them is weak, not to mention that all of them are in the late stage of Qi refining, or have the second level of innate enlightenment to more than a hundred, but the proportion of such monks can be at least one-third.

They didn't move either.

Farther away, the buildings of Pinglan City stretched on all sides at the foot of the mountain.

Song Ciwan stood halfway up the mountain, condescending, and could clearly see the long streets, and the lights that looked like chess pieces. Under the lights, the figures of pedestrians still shuttled back and forth, and the prosperity of the world seemed to have not changed at all.

It seemed as if Song Ciwan had fallen into some kind of auditory and visual illusion——

So, did she hear it wrong?
The sound of suona and singing at the foot of the mountain is still going on, male voices, female voices, children's voices... all kinds of voices come together, occasionally mixed with weird laughter: "Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Hahaha, hehehe..."

"I'm coming, gods and gods, I'm coming..."

The laughter and singing became clearer and clearer. At the foot of the shadowy mountain, in the darkness like splashing ink, at some point, an ancient red lantern slowly rose up!
The lantern flew higher and higher, and became clearer and clearer. After a few breaths, the red lantern flew all the way up from the foot of the mountain, and then flew in front of Song Ciwan!

Song Ciwan stood still, she felt a deep oppression coming from all directions.

The white moonlight, the dim mountain shadow, the crimson lantern...

The lantern is solitary, seemingly alone, with nothing near it.

But Song Ciwan clearly felt that there seemed to be countless living beings around the lantern, countless and inexplicable beings.

They have no shadow, no shape, even Song Ciwan's spiritual sense and her special perspective in the other world can't see them!
She could only feel that there was a force like a roaring tsunami, sweeping from the foot of Wangjiang Mountain, or from the entire Pinglan City, in all directions, impenetrable.

Song Ciwan silently swayed the seal of Xuanwu Guanshan, and she stood still at the moment.

She visualized herself as a reef by the sea, a high mountain beside the waves, and an ancient black turtle.

If the enemy moves, I will not move; if the wind is rushing, I will not rush!
Until a certain moment, that strange force like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, rolling and roaring, completely charged past her, from her surroundings, and even from her own position.

This kind of impact is really hard to describe in words, it is an overwhelming, destructive comprehensive force.

At that moment, time seemed to have stopped, and one moment seemed to be stretched infinitely...

But it passed after all, and during this process, Song Ciwan was truly as immovable as a mountain.

The wind and waves didn't hurt her, they were not in the same world as her to begin with!
Song Ciwan breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

She immediately turned around and followed the red lantern with her eyes.

I saw the lantern continue to rise, and the ethereal singing followed around the red lantern, continuing to sing faintly: "The master rewarded me with three pennies, and told me to go home and sell the fields. Gold lumps were dug out of the fields, and my father guarded the fields." Dam, a hoe turned his head..."

"Taxes will be collected in March, canals will be opened in April, grain will be collected in May, and soldiers will be drafted in June..."

"Five strong men are recruited, and half of the only ones are left at home, hey hey yo..."

"Immortals, there are only immortal soldiers in the sky, why bother with me, a fool..."

……

Children's voices are followed by female voices, female voices are replaced by male voices, men, women, old and young, high and low voices, crying and laughing, all kinds of voices are mixed.

Gradually, the red lantern seemed to be rising to the top of the mountain.

On Wangjiang Mountain, the shadows of trees swayed everywhere, and the strong wind blew up.

A dark cloud suddenly arrived in the sky, and the bright moonlight was shrouded in thick clouds.

On the top of the mountain, there was a sigh of vicissitudes of life: "On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the Great Yuan Dynasty is approaching, the Netherworld cave opens, and hundreds of ghosts walk at night!"

The deep voice seemed to bring up an invisible wave of air, which instantly swept away in all directions.

There were bursts of mournful roars in the sky: "Ah!"

"Ahhh!"

"The world, the world is hell, why not return to the true nature?"

"Gods! Gods have also fallen down the mountain!"

"Hahaha! Hehehe..."