Kuaiwen: I earn a pension by breaking through the game

Chapter 212 The Bride Dedicated to the Mountain God (2)

The village is located in the middle and lower part of Lingshan Mountain. The higher you go up, the more primitive it becomes. Even a well-equipped expedition team cannot survive in it, let alone a young girl with no strength.

The large troop sending off the bride will beat the gongs and drums all the way to the middle of the mountain, and then be led up by a special guide.

When they are about to reach the top of the mountain, the bride will be sent into the Xiaguang Cave. As long as she passes through this cave, she can reach the top of Lingshan Mountain.

Half of the leader's task is completed the moment the bride enters Xiaguang Cave. The other half is to block the entrance of the cave to ensure that the bride does not run out.

The ancient mechanism pried the stone, and the bride's freedom was completely cut off with a simple movement.

The original owner of this world is the chosen bride of the mountain god, an unlucky person who only comes out once in a hundred years.

It was decided when she was still very young.

After she grew up, she was sent to a house specially built for her in the village, where she learned various complex sacrificial rituals and became a more qualified saint.

While ensuring her own purity, the saint must also cut off all her past relatives. From the day she left home, she no longer belonged to her parents or herself, but only took refuge in the mountain god.

During this period, she also participated in various prayers and communicated with the spiritual mountain as a saint.

Although she didn't understand the meaning behind those dance steps, she still had to dance hard under the expectations of everyone and the shackles of responsibility.

Her eighteenth birthday was the day she entered the mountain, and it was also the day she died.

Anyone who enters the mountain will die, this is a tacit secret among everyone.

But for so many years, this custom has not been broken by anyone, because they believe that sacrificing one person's life can bring peace to more people.

In the original plot, the original bride was no different from the previous bride. Although she was scared inside, she still obeyed and got on the sedan chair, and was trapped and died alone in Xiaguang Cave.

Her short life was almost dominated by this incident. She could not have her own hobbies or her own freedom. She could only repeat those boring actions day after day, being a mascot and a reminder. String puppets.

On the eve of death, when her consciousness was about to dissipate, she silently thought to herself, what is the outside world like?

If she was just an ordinary person and not some so-called saint, would she be able to laugh heartily? Wanton fun? Rather than every movement having to be restricted, you can’t control yourself whether you laugh or cry.

……

After reading the background of the world, Jiang Qiucheng nodded clearly. It seemed that her mission this time was to get rid of the fate of becoming the bride of the mountain god, break away from the shackles attached to her body, leave Lingshan, and go to a wider world.

I just don't know what time period the system will put her in. If she is already on the sedan chair as soon as she opens her eyes, it will be really difficult. I hope it can be an easier start.

"System, I'm ready, let's start the transmission."

[Okay, host, please be prepared and will be transferred to the mission world]
[3, 2, 1...]
"Dingdala...Dingdong...Ding..."

Before Jiang Qiucheng opened his eyes, he heard the sound of ancient and melodious musical instruments, interspersed with heavy drum beats from time to time.

The sound of the drum is low and shocking, as if it can penetrate people's hearts and awaken awe and respect deep in their hearts.

This kind of drum sound not only adds a sense of layering and three-dimensionality to the music, but also makes the overall atmosphere solemn and solemn, making people dare not show any slack or frivolity.

Jiang Qiucheng's body seems to be pulled by the ancient melody, dancing naturally to the rhythm of the music. The arms danced lightly, like flowing ribbons, drawing beautiful arcs in the air; the feet jumped lightly, and every step they took accurately stepped on the nodes of the music.

As the music rose and fell, her movements also changed.

When the music is high-pitched and exciting, the dance becomes unrestrained and enthusiastic, as if to release all the passion and power in the heart.

When the music is soft and low, the movements become gentle and delicate, like the breeze blowing across the lake, bringing endless reverie.

As the music ended and the dance ended, Jiang Qiucheng's eyelashes trembled slightly and he opened his closed eyes.

Wherever you look, you can see colorful flags fluttering gently in the breeze, like colorful waves, swaying in the air.

These colorful flags are of different colors and intertwined.

Red is warm, blue is deep, and yellow is bright. Each color represents different meanings and blessings.

The flag is embroidered with various exquisite patterns, including landscapes, flowers and birds, and auspicious animals. Every detail is full of the hard work and wisdom of the craftsmen.

And those obscure words are like ancient spells, revealing an indescribable solemnity and mystery, wrapped around the words.

At this moment, Jiang Qiucheng was standing on a circular high platform. On the high platform, a pattern of a slowly blooming lotus was painted.

The lotus is a symbol of purity and nobility. Its petals are stacked on top of each other and bloom from the center outwards, just like the blooming and reincarnation of life.

On both sides of the high platform are the villagers who were in charge of playing music just now.

They wore traditional costumes, held various musical instruments, and had pious and solemn expressions on their faces.

The sound of playing and the fluttering of colorful flags intertwined to create a unique atmosphere.

Jiang Qiucheng looked at the dense crowd in the audience, his palms became sweaty and he felt nervous.

According to her rough judgment, it should be some time before entering Lingshan Mountain. She is performing daily prayer performances. Such activities must be performed at least once a month.

Although she already had a rough understanding of the original owner's life background, when facing a new and unfamiliar environment, a kind of discomfort that was separated from her own still wrapped her tightly, like a layer of hydrogel film, calling her through Don't get angry.

Fortunately, this confusion did not last long. After the performance, someone came on stage and led her off.

"Saint, please come with me."

After hearing this, Jiang Qiucheng seemed to have seen a savior, and followed the other party obediently towards the back.

Most of the villagers gathered under the lotus platform to receive blessings. There were only a few scattered people on the village's paths. Most of them were very old people. Maybe they had inconvenient legs and feet and walked slower.

But when they saw Jiang Qiucheng, they all made respectful and pious gestures, bent over, and muttered something.

Jiang Qiucheng instinctively wanted to dodge, but after thinking of his identity, he stopped in time.

She almost forgot that she was not only a saint now, but also the person who was about to become the bride of the mountain god. In the hearts of the villagers, she was no longer an ordinary person, but a representative figure walking in the world.

In order to avoid being noticed by others, Jiang Qiucheng acted as he should in the plot and nodded calmly.