A knife can be strengthened 10,000 times

The bamboo basket was opened, and Xia Yi finally saw what was in the bamboo basket.

Skull.

Sheep's head.

Pig's head.

The so-called "Shao Lao": sheep, hog also.

The heads of two, two sheep and three pigs are used to worship ghosts and gods for peace of mind.

I don't know why, when Xia Yi saw the two sheep heads and the three pig heads, while swallowing his saliva, he also had the illusion that these five animals used for human sacrifice seemed to be very happy.

For no reason, he just... thinks they're happy.

It is rumored that the animals raised in the prison in ancient times all ate clean food and drank spring water.

Life is safe and worry-free.

Throughout his life, he only serves the gods with a good feast for this sacrificial occasion.

Perhaps it was because he felt happy when he finally got what he wanted, Xia Yi thought to himself.

But when old man Feng Lai stepped back, old man Bai Ai did not immediately.

At first, I just quietly looked up at the starry sky.

There was silence all around.

He watched for more than half an hour, and the world was silent for half an hour.

Finally, when the moon was in the middle of the sky, he saw the star he was looking forward to appearing beside the moon.

"Taibai gathers the moon, the world is peaceful, suitable, banquets, sacrifices.

The feast is on! The earth gods in this realm, the ghosts of the north and the south, blood and food are constant, and they are not far away! The living are as majestic as the sky, and the dead are also kings. If you want to be peaceful, don't cry.

Talk about showing sincerity, respecting Chen and offering sacrifices.

Alas, alas! Fu Wei is still serving!"

The old man began to recite long and long passages of mourning rites, and at the same time three pieces of yellow paper appeared in his hand, with a flick of his wrist, the yellow paper spontaneously ignited without wind, and was quickly turned into pieces of flying ash after being thrown into the air by him.

Along with his words, Xia Yi suddenly saw the [-] flags spreading outward from the altar with a dim yellow light at the same time.

The dim light was very weak at first, but as the old man started to walk around the altar with his disheveled hair, he began to step on a strange pace: bright.

The old man Bai Ai's steps are very strange, it seems to be an ancient ritual dance, expressing a prayer.

It's kind of like the feeling of dancing a great god.

But it seems to coincide with the power of heaven and earth. Every time he takes a step, the light on the flag will become brighter and brighter. However, with his long loose hair swaying with the dance steps, there is a sense of sadness, which makes people feel sad. Can't help feeling sad.

The light above the flag became brighter and brighter, and finally, it turned into a solid light curtain, covering the entire observation platform.

Xia Yi instinctively asked Zhong Jiuling beside him in a low voice: "Mr. Zhong, is this movement too loud?"

Zhong Jiuling shook his head: "It's okay, the yellow mute is here, people outside can't see it, and people inside can't tell it."

Only then did Xia Yi feel relieved, watching the light curtain slowly begin to spread, soon covering the top of his head, and spreading towards the North Mountain.

The old man Bai Ai kept dancing.

The sacrificial texts in his mouth kept on saying.

The sense of sadness became more and more obvious.

The yellow light covers the top to cover the sky.

"Alas!! Alas!! You are still alive, and you must hear your prayers! Enjoy the steaming of your flesh and blood, and receive the sacrifices of heaven and man! Don't be a ghost from a foreign land, just a soul from a foreign land.

I will be the Son of Heaven, worship the gods and invite incense, food and clothing for the year, and salary for the month.

Use this reward to answer, to comfort your heart! Now I will serve him a banquet, and later I will recommend you to return to Yewang Temple to recommend you to a young prison, and I will drink it! Please taste it!!"

After the old man finally finished speaking, he knelt down, and the governor knelt and kowtowed.

There was a sad pause between heaven and earth: the dim light stopped turning.

Suddenly, the vision was highlighted, and the light began to gather rapidly, and gradually narrowed from the original covering the sky and the moon, and finally when it condensed again, it did not belong to the banner of the stars, but slowly gathered on the observation platform .

Finally, the light began to pour down, directly covering the clay figurine standing on the cloud-observing platform.

The light quickly enveloped the clay figurine, and the carved patterns on the clay figurine's body began to reveal a stroke of mysterious lines, and finally a ball of light suddenly lit up in the seemingly randomly drawn eyes of the clay figurine.

The light was still a dim yellow.

But the moment it lit up, for some reason, Zhong Jiuling, Feng Lai, and the clay figurine Zhang all had the same expressions.

An indescribable scalp tingling made them each put on a defensive posture.

They only felt an instinctive warning of imminent disaster in their hearts, and every part of their bodies was sending out a signal "flee!"

"Run away!"

"Don't look! Don't see!"

"Escape!!!"

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"Looking for the dragon in the earth veins! Overturning the sky!"

The head master of the Earth Master holding a compass drank out the formula to envoy the dragon veins of heaven and earth without saying a word.

The old man who served as an imperial cook for the Five Dynasties dedicated to worshiping and offering sacrifices to blood food did not know where he found a sharp knife with a cow's ear.

"Good doll, good doll! Get lost, grandpa!"

The yellow mud began to surge out of the bucket like boiling magma, and turned into a hot wheel, with the image of a doll holding a silver gun protecting the old man behind him.

However, the more vigilant they were, the more frenzied escape in the hearts of the three... the stronger.

This is not an enemy at all! It is a disaster! It is a catastrophe! , ready to go at this moment, there is a feeling that any abnormal movement of the clay figurine will fall down.

But at the same time, he didn't forget that Xia Yi was still standing beside him, with golden light shining under his feet, he wanted to integrate Xia Yi and himself into the veins of the earth, and if there was anything wrong, immediately.

The supernatural powers that manipulate the distance to distance from this disaster.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed that Xia Yi took a step forward.

"Little Xia!"

""

Xia Yi turned a deaf ear and just waved at him.

"what are you going to do"

The old man Feng Lai couldn't help but hold the sharp knife with extremely strong murderous aura, and shouted at Xia Yi.

Xia Yi still didn't speak, but took another step forward.

Then it was step by step.

He began to walk step by step towards the altar.

At this moment, there was no thunder in the sky. Compared with the visions of yesterday when it was overcast, Xia Yi felt an extremely familiar feeling in his heart when facing this disaster in other people's hearts.

Just now, when the clay figurine was bathing in the light, a very, very familiar feeling suddenly surged in his heart, as if he had seen it before.

Just where? And when he was thinking about where he experienced this familiar feeling, the clay figurine on the Wangyun Terrace changed.

Originally, the clay figurine Mr. Zhang carved was just a clay figurine. This clay figurine has a mouth and a nose. Although the eyes are drawn more casually, this is also because of special taboos.

As a craftsman, in fact, the "finishing" of any sculpture

They all have their own taboos.

The eyes are the windows of the soul. It can be said that the craftsmanship of the sculptor is not good enough, and the skill of the hand is not enough. The most...reflected is...on the sculpture of the eyes.

Once the eyes are carved, the lifeless sculpture immediately.

Live flexibly.

If the eyes are poorly sculpted, the other parts are also less aura.

And the old man who has played with mud all his life can sculpt eyes? The answer is yes.

But the reason why he only drew a very vague outline this time is because he wanted the aura.

I carve my mouth for you and recite human words.

I carve ears for you and listen to everything.

But, I don't dot the eyes for you, so that you can't get back to freedom by turning into a mud body.

And when the yellow clay figurine was successfully carved, the clay tire was still soft.

Under the suppression of the runes, the possessions cannot transform into the main body, and can only be treated in human form.

The hundreds of lines of prohibition are to prevent this existence from escaping from the muddy body, nor can it transform itself and lower its power.

Eyeless, bodyless, dead.

Dead things do not live in the world of the living. The time has come. The yellow mud dries up.

This is the ability of the clay figurine Zhang! But at this moment, the clay figurine he sculpted quietly has changed.

The two arms of the clay figurine, which had been divided into gaps, suddenly began to fuse with the body, and the same was true for the two divergent legs.

And when this happened, the whole body of the clay figurine began to show traces of lines, as if the clay figurine was being imprisoned.

But it didn't work, those lines couldn't stop the mud tires from merging.

Between two breaths, the clay figurine's facial features and limbs all disappeared, turning into a rectangular stick of clay.

"not good!"

The clay figurine Zhang immediately took out the pipe and pot, but at this moment, Xia Yi said again: "Old Zhang, don't move either."

With that said, he had already walked to the old man Bai Ai.

Looking down at the old man, sure enough, the old man closed his eyes tightly and passed out directly.

But Xia Yi felt that there was some kind of power driving him somewhere, making him stand next to the old man, facing the altar, facing the rectangular clay strip, and chanted a syllable.

That is not text,

It's text again,

It's not words, but it's full of meaning.

It was a sound emanating from the words written by Zhenwu Tianjun when he was reading "Gouchen Dangmolu".

means "is it you"

Hearing this syllable, the mud stick suddenly squirmed, and then began to slowly change in the light.

In the eyes of everyone, Ni Tiao ignored the restraints around him, and after a while, he transformed into four beast claws.

The animal claws are divided into three fingers, and the nails are sharp.

Then there is a long tail with a tuft of down at the tip.

"It's taking form!!"

The clay figurine Zhang turned pale in shock, and looked at Xia Yi: "Xiao Xia! What are you doing!"

"Mr. Zhang, don't worry, I seem to know it."

Xia Yi said without looking back.

While speaking, the restriction that the unknown existence wrapped around his body suddenly turned into dots of golden light and disappeared without a trace like broken glass.

"Xiao Xia!!!"

Clay figurine Zhang saw that his restraint was broken, and his face changed wildly.

But after the restriction was enforced, the shape of the mud strip began to become extremely smooth.

It first slowly changed to a yellowish fur. Although the fur is light yellow, there are some white spots in some places, which looks like it is infected.

Then, a pale yellow body resembling a four-legged animal completely transformed into a smooth and hairless body, but when it reached the neck, there appeared a mane resembling a male lion. The mane was very long and hung down on both sides of the neck, accompanied by What came was a bird's beak with four fangs.

And the mouth of the bird's beak opened and closed silently, as if it wanted to speak.