the last priest

The mural seems to have lost its context here, and the screams in the distance are getting closer and closer. Is this ditch destined to be their burial place?

They have ways to deal with people and ghosts. To deal with an old goblin like him who has lived for an unknown period of time, unless it is really the ancestor of the Sanqing who came down to earth together, we should pray that he will be happy when he strikes.

"There's another pair over there. I'll move you over there to have a look." Dashan saw that there were murals not far away, but the angle and light were very unclear, so he led the three of them forward a little.

Sure enough, there was another mural two or three meters above the ground, but this mural was larger than the previous ones, and there was one more thing: words!

This mural tells the story of a devil-like man holding a sword and slashing at four fleeing people. In a blink of an eye, one of them stopped and stabbed his own sharp weapon into his chest. The dragon appeared and charged at the devil.At the bottom corner, there are two pre-Qin characters, which Chaozi who knows some ancient Chinese can recognize: Ji Guang!

Chaozi said: "It was painted by Ji Guang, that is, the real original owner of this place. Did he expect such a day when he built this place?"

Cha Wenbin also said: "This is the brilliance of divination."

"Brother Wenbin, what are these things about?" Dashan was a little puzzled why Cha Wenbin was still interested in reading these things at this time.

"It's not very clear. I feel that these murals are some kind of ancient language. From the first one to this mural, if they are connected together and bring all of us into this mural, it will be a complete story. .”

"Ahem." Chaozi coughed twice and said, "If this mural is as you said, then who committed suicide with a knife?"

"This person is the key. The content of the mural must be coherent. In the end, the previous chapter in which the dragon took away the devil must be completed. Maybe we thought too much, it's just a coincidence."

Yes, if these four people are set to be the four of them, then who is the one who stabbed the chest with a knife?

While he was still thinking about the content of the mural, Chaozi had already been lifted upside down, and he finally came.Ji Guang's distorted face was full of disdain and killing, as long as he wanted, now he could pinch Chaozi's neck at any time.

"Put him down!" Da Shan roared, his body as strong as a tank rushed over fiercely.Without waiting to get close, Ji Guang just punched lightly with his hand contemptuously, and Da Shan fell heavily to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Descendants of the dragon? Tsk tsk, the fallen nobles are nothing more than that, you are not worthy of the word myth!" Throwing down the Chao Zi in his hand, his target began to lock on the man who awakened him.

Dragons, Yinglong, Dashan!Among the four people here, only Dashan can be related to Yinglong in the mural!Cha Wenbin has already reacted, how should he say it, let his friend die?

Not only did he think of it, but Chao Zi and Zhuo Xiong also thought of it. Finally, someone spoke up for Cha Wenbin, one life or four lives. Although this account is difficult to calculate, it is also easy to calculate.

Chaozi took out the dagger on his leg and shouted: "Dashan! The person in that mural is you, take the knife!"

Dashan caught it, and what he caught was the blade, and the dagger pierced through the back of his hand in an instant.This man had never doubted what his friends said, and he still wouldn't doubt it this time.

Facing Ji Guang's distorted smile, Da Shan also smiled, his smile was so sincere.

"Pfft..." He pulled out the dagger inserted into his palm with his right hand, without any hesitation, turned around and stabbed it fiercely towards his chest.

Although his chest was broad enough and thick enough, the sharp dagger still mercilessly tore his muscles.The moment the cold steel and the warm body merged, a loud "groan" came from a distance, shaking the ditch to keep falling gravel.

This is Long Yin!

Hearing this voice, Ji Guang's face instantly turned pale, and he said incoherently: "Impossible, impossible, it can't find me." In an instant, he understood that it was the big man in front of him who exposed himself. Because only the blood of the descendants of the dragon clan can awaken Yinglong's call, he fell into a state of madness and shouted angrily: "Go to me!"

With a sound of "click", there was a crackling sound from Dashan's neck, but his body did not fall down, instead a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his hand moved again, and with a "poof", the entire dagger was completely submerged into the chest cavity .

"Mountain!"

"Bulky!"

Amidst the cries, his left hand began to droop weakly, but his right hand was still pushing the dagger into his body until the handle was caught by his ribs. . . . . .

A simple copper bell rolled from his chest to the ground.Cha Wenbin got this copper bell from that fake Taoist priest that day and gave it to Dashan. He asked someone for a rope and hung it on his chest.Now, the thread has been severed by the dagger, and the bell has fallen to the ground.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", and the copper bell 3000 years ago rang again. The last generation of patriarchs of the descendants of the ancient Qiang people summoned you with blood and music, my ancestor: Yinglong!

Dashan's body fell slowly, and hit Zha Wenbin with a "boom", with a smile still on his face.

Immediately, Ji Guang rushed over and prepared to go straight to Cha Wenbin. Suddenly, Cha Wenbin saw a ball of flames rushing towards him from the other side of the ditch. the desolation.

The fire dragon rushed over at a very fast speed. When it rushed, the front of the fire suddenly became larger, and an extremely mighty dragon shape gradually began to appear. The huge mouth spit out flames and vowed to swallow everything. A pair of huge wings spread out in flames.

Yinglong was originally water, but turned into a fire shape, which was burning at the cost of his life.Every generation of descendants guards Yinglong's protection, but this time, he failed to do so. The divine dragon that once changed the great battle and established the Chinese civilization finally has no worries, and he can go after her.

"Boom!" With a sound, the fire dragon passed through Ji Guang's body. The three of them felt that the fire in front of them was too bright, and it took a long time to open their eyes slowly after the sun-like light passed.

Except for the ghost seal, there is nothing left of Ji Guang who was burnt, and the one who created two generations of myths has truly come to an end.Cha Wenbin had also passed out long ago. He also saw a little dragon passing through his chest just now, because they were one body thousands of years ago.

Beside the ancient coffin at the foot of Qifeng Mountain, there were three people who were dressed in different clothes but looked the same sitting quietly together.Listening to the monstrous dragon chant, they understood that their time was finally over. "I can't help you anymore, Wen Bin, let's go on our own way in the future." A man who looked like a Taoist said, and then their shadows began to become thinner and thinner, until finally they disappeared.

A month later, a new grave was found in a small mountain village in northwest Zhejiang. A bamboo pole was inserted on the side of the grave, and a copper bell was hung on top of the bamboo pole.

Chaozi went back to the provincial capital and closed the antique shop. He went to Tibet, the place where he spent his youth.Cha Wenbin has always refused to forgive him for telling the secret in the mural, even though everyone knew that Chaozi should tell, but he still refused to forgive.If there is no if, if there is, Chaozi is also willing to stab himself in the chest with that knife, and each of the four of them is willing.

Zhuo Xiong returned to Sichuan, he went to Qifeng Mountain, and built a simple house on the site of the destroyed village there. Like his ancestors, he would continue to guard this land, even though their patriarch had passed away.He should have belonged to this mountain. Although there is nothing here that he needs to continue to protect, there are still memories from the very beginning.

Zha Wenbin had a serious illness, and his health was not as good as before. Leng Yiran would often visit him, but he always closed the door and saw no visitors.Only at dusk, he would go to the hill with wine and meat alone to drink with a tombstone. There were only two words on the tombstone: Dashan!

Hetu has once again become his closed disciple, and some things must be passed down after all.

Hetu told me that the reason why he was able to worship again was because Cha Wenbin reached an agreement with a positive and special "person". In exchange, he lost something that did not belong to him: the ghost seal.

Perhaps this is because people have their own destiny. These people have been going around for thousands of years, but they still can't get around. Cha Wenbin would rather not think about that lost memory. He just wants to be a simple person, a Ordinary people.

Now the instigator has been wiped out, and the three souls of Qifeng Mountain that accompanied him have also disappeared, and the only one alive is him, a waste product from the beginning, still alive.