the last priest

Zhuo Xiong is also a practitioner, all those he learned are deadly killing moves, while looking at the other party calmly and talking with a smile, while looking for opportunities to do it, the distance between the two is no more than an arm's length.

Suddenly, Zhuo Xiong said, "Did you fasten the sunspot from Brother Wen Bin's house when you came out?"

Zha Brown was stunned for a moment, then immediately returned to normal and said: "It's tied up, it's in the yard."

Zhuo Xiong nodded his head, jumped up suddenly, the dagger in his hand flashed coldly and shouted: "Heizi has never been locked up, who are you!"

Unexpectedly, the opponent's movements were also extremely fast, a sideways flash, Zhuo Xiong's knife tip just scratched the opponent's clothes.The man took off his monk's robe and fanned it into the fire, and the burning stick flew towards Zhuo Xiong. Zhuo Xiong couldn't dodge, and several sticks were gathered one after another, and hurriedly beat the fire on his body.When the fire was extinguished, there was no shadow of "Zha Brown", and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

Zhuo Xiong is no stranger to darkness, he tried his best to breathe calmly, paying attention to the wind and grass around him, and after waiting for a while there was no movement, he was going to light the fire again in case of accidents.

In the dark night, a voice came from near to far: "Take the copper bell and go to Dianjing Mountain before dark tomorrow, otherwise, the whole village of Liangjiagou will be buried with you!"

Brass bell?Dotting Mountain?This is two irrelevant messages, Zhuo Xiong followed the direction of the voice and chased it for more than two miles, and the other party just disappeared into the night without a sound.He had to find Cha Wenbin as soon as possible, that copper bell was not only related to He Tu, but also to Da Shan's life!

He didn't dare to stay on this ground any longer, he found a tree and climbed up, and he didn't dare to come down until dawn. He had to go to find Cha Wenbin, and where was Cha Wenbin from last night?He witnessed a real ancient ritual.

In our early years, some people came in to pray for rain. The live chicken was tied to a wooden stick and carried by two people. The function of this chicken was similar to that of the soul-inducing chicken during burial. It was mainly used to open the way and priests.Cha Wenbin felt that the coffin and me on the coffin were the role of the chicken, and we might become sacrifices in this weird ceremony!

His judgment comes from those ancient spells. These incomprehensible characters are more like the language of the ancient Qiang people. After entering the south of the Yangtze River for a generation, they began to mix with local dialects.As a Taoist priest, he also prays for rain, but the method is completely different from this one, and in terms of effect, their way of praying for rain seems to be more effective, and can bring the rain to the designated place, at the designated time Down.

These black shadows carried the coffins unhurriedly around the woods, and they could find a way out of places where there seemed to be no roads, which showed that it was probably not the first time for these people to go up the mountain. very familiar.Cha Wenbin has always kept a distance of hundreds of meters from these shadows, and he cannot easily expose his existence yet.

The black shadow carried the coffin to the peak of Dianjing Mountain. It was almost dawn. The people down the mountain never knew what Dianjing Mountain would look like, or what it would be like to hide behind the dense vegetation of Dianjing Mountain!

Countless potholes with diameters as thick as water tanks are densely distributed throughout the hills, like a huge hornet's nest.This is a natural depression with an area as large as a football field. The entire top of the mountain is sunken in a basin, a bit like a crater.Those potholes are distributed on the surface of the crater, and there is the largest pothole in the middle, and those people who carried the coffin stopped beside this pit.

There was a huge long boulder straddling the hole beside the hole, with stones on both sides as pads, the coffin was slowly placed on top of this boulder, and those black shadows began to kneel towards the place where the sun was about to rise.The solemn and ancient scriptures began to sound slowly, they were lying on the ground facing the east, and the dark clouds in the sky began to gather again. When an extremely gorgeous lightning flashed across the night sky, these people began to dance around the coffin.

It looked quite like a dance, but their rhythm was more like that of priests common to ethnic minorities. Cha Wenbin thought it was bad, but he wasn't worried about the coffin, he was worried about me on the coffin.That "I" is actually my soul. I don't know why I was chosen. Could it be that I took an extra look at them that night?

These rituals must be completed before sunrise, for all spirits are shaded.Cha Wenbin didn't dare to move but had to. God knows what these black shadows are going to do!

It is estimated that it will only be about ten minutes before sunrise. Cha Wenbin brought the Seven Star Sword with him when he went out on this trip. He left the great seal of the Heavenly Master and Daobao at home to suppress ghosts. Without the seal, it is difficult to become powerful. But he decided to take the plunge.

Just when he was about to leave, several black shadows seemed to have completed their prelude ceremony, and then I, who was on the coffin, was gently picked up by a black shadow and walked to the edge of the pit.

First, a black shadow jumped down, then the second, and the third, until everyone jumped down, the last black shadow holding "I" turned around and took a look at the place where Cha Wenbin was hiding. Then he jumped down without any hesitation.The shadows on the top of the mountain disappeared like this, leaving only a dark coffin outside, which was weird and unsettling.

Zhuo Xiong has never been to Dianjing Mountain, the West Tianmu Mountains are all primeval forests, he lost his way at all.Stumbling around, drilling and circling back to the original place, his mind was full of the words left last night, he knew that dirty things would not joke with him, because he had already felt the power of the rain at this moment, the rain It was so big that he could hardly keep his eyes open.And everywhere there are ditches in the surrounding area, muddy water rushes through. If he doesn't find a way out, he will most likely be buried in this landslide that erupts at any time.

It was raining heavily, Zhuo Xiong vaguely heard a voice shouting: "Blind Uncle, is that you?"

It's Hetu!How did this kid find him? Less than four or five meters away from him, He Tu's whole body was almost indistinguishable, covered in mud.The two hid under a big tree, Zhuo Xiong asked, "How did you find it?"

Hetu wiped his face carelessly and said mysteriously: "I told you, don't be afraid."

Zhuo Xiong was overjoyed, thinking that you kid still frightened me: "Tell me, your uncle has never seen anything with your master, so what can you be afraid of?"

He Tu poked Zhuo Xiong's next door, pointed his mouth towards the sky and said: "What do you think is that?"

"where?"

"On that tree."

Zhuo Xiong took a closer look, and saw a dark thing squatting on a tree branch, with two eyes fixed on him, it was a big bird.

"A crow?" Zhuo Xiong asked in surprise.

Hetu said solemnly: "Last night, it kept screaming on my forehead. In the morning, I walked for a while and it flew for a while, and then brought me to you. Uncle, the mourning bird appeared, Something will definitely happen, what do you mean it brought me to you?"

Zhuo Xiong picked up a stone from the ground and threw it hard at the crow. The bird fluttered its wings and rushed towards the rain cloud.He clapped his hands and said, "It's boring, it's just a bird. If your Uncle Chaozi is here, you can shoot it down and drink it, don't you believe it?"

Hetu stuck out his tongue and stopped talking, saying that Chaozi would beat the crows to drink, I'm afraid he is really capable of doing this.When Hetu was still young, Chaozi once shot an owl in the chestnut forest behind the grave. His reason was that the owl was so loud at night that it made him unable to sleep.

"Then what do we do now? It's raining like this."

"Go to your master." Zhuo Xiong thought for a while and then said: "The one last night was indeed not Zha Bei, he seemed to care about the bell in your hand, is that thing still in your hand?"

He Tu took out the bell from his pocket, it was only half the size of a palm, Zhuo Xiong had seen this thing on Mount Qifeng before.

"Where can I find my master?"

"Dotting Eye Mountain!"

"How to go?"

"do not know."

River Map: "..."

Zhuo Xiong put the brass bell in his pocket carefully and put it away, looked up, the crow flew back again, squatting on the original branch, still turning its head in one direction from time to time.

There is something wrong with this crow. No bird dares to return to its original place after being frightened. Is it really as He Tu said?But Zhuo Xiong has never been a master who is afraid of death, he raised his head and said to the crow: "The copper bell is with me, if you are really one of them, take us to Dianjing Mountain!"

"Crack!" The crow made a cry that made people feel numb, and then it circled above their heads with a flap of its wings. Zhuo Xiong patted He Tu's head and said, "Do you dare to go with your uncle?" Playing?" The rain was too heavy, and he didn't feel at ease to let Hetu go down the mountain alone, so he might as well just take it with him.

"Why don't you dare, I've thought about it a long time ago, but the master has never let me go."

"Well, let's follow that bird. Since it can bring you here, it will definitely take us to your master!"