Chapter 30 Sacrifice in the Mountain
In a distant dream, the girl in green shirt gently held the black hair at his collar, as if she was shy and nervous, and her slender fingers trembled and clenched tightly.
But his face was blurry and his specific appearance was unclear.
Bailian didn't know if this dream was just a dream or something else. When he woke up, these memory fragments became extremely blurry and difficult to capture.
When he got up with a headache, he found that his body was covered with thick dead leaves and vines, like a bed quilt, protecting him from the wind and cold.
A warm smile appeared on Bailian's face.
Looking down, he saw the silly little deer lying next to him, sleeping lightly, using his own body temperature to warm his body.
And there was a piece of dead leaf in its mouth, and its ears moved slightly from time to time. It looked quiet and well-behaved.
He has no heartbeat or body temperature, and once he falls asleep, it is as if he is dead.
The little deer couldn't tell whether he was dead or sleeping, so he must have been very frightened.
Foolishly, she picked up leaves and vines and covered him, guarding him until he woke up.
Does this really mean he is the master?
Snoring...
The little deer was sleeping soundly.
Bailian's eyes were soft, and he lay down again and hugged the sleeping deer a little tighter. Even though he could no longer fall asleep, his heart was extremely peaceful at the moment.
Balian suddenly felt that raising a little deer... didn't seem like a bad thing.
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The Endless Sea, as its name suggests, the boundless ocean has no end at a glance, and the water is surging like there are monsters tumbling on the bottom of the sea. The river rolled backwards, and some hard rocks cracked horribly under the impact of the raging waves.
The color of the water in some places in this sea area is red.
What's even weirder is that above the sea, I don't know if it is affected by some distant and ancient magical atmosphere in the sea.
Even the waning moon in the sky is scarlet. Looking at the dense demonic energy, the entire sea area has existed forever under an extremely strange atmosphere.
The natural scale of Kongcang Mountain, which stands near the sea, is also extremely majestic, stretching for 900 miles from left to right.
According to common sense, a mountain range with such a vast territory and fertile resources is extremely popular in this world where immortal sects are rampant.
In the thousands of years since Kongcang Mountain was formed, this mountain has been a mountain without an owner.
There is an endless sea here, and ghosts and monsters will sometimes crawl from that sea into this mountain range, causing trouble in all directions.
What is strange is that these evil creatures rarely attack ordinary villagers in the mountains, but only seek trouble for cultivators.
If someone takes over this mountain and establishes a sect, he will be invaded by the evil spirits in the sea within seven days.
Over time, in the minds of the world, this mountain seems to have no owner, but in fact it does.
If not, why would most mortals be protected by a magical power when evil spirits harass them?
The residents of this mountain have had good weather for many years, and there have been no robbers or wars.
Once someone has greed and desires and tries to occupy the mountain and become the king, he will be destroyed.
So the people here created a mountain god on this mountain and worshiped it in a temple.
The mountain god statue is an image of a horse body and a dragon head imagined by local residents, and carved into a stone statue for worship.
Every festive season, the residents in the mountains will hold a sacrificial ceremony, present fine wine, use pigs and sheep as sacrifices, add a piece of auspicious jade to decorate the sacrifices, find a cave, and bury them underground. deep.
The caves were not chosen randomly, they were deduced by mountain Feng Shui masters. Then select strong men and beautiful girls from each village tribe and gather them in the cave.
Men dance with shields in their hands, while girls hold auspicious jade in their hands and dance in sacrificial robes, praying to the gods in the mountains to eliminate the disasters of war and pray for good fortune.
At the time of the Ghost Festival, Bai Lian happened to meet villagers and men from various mountain tribes who gathered together, and they happened to find the cave where he was.
The people here are very simple and kind. When they saw Bai Lian living and wandering alone in the mountains, they were very enthusiastic and invited him to join the army, participate in festivals, and enjoy delicious food.
The deserted cave suddenly became lively, full of fresh human breath.
A burly man held a roasted leg of lamb in his hand and tore it into large bites. He came to Balian and patted him on the shoulder.
He laughed loudly and said: "Little brother, it's boring to be a scavenger alone. My sister has taken a liking to you. If you come to our family, you don't have to continue wandering in the future."
< br>When Balian met these mountain residents in the cave, they asked him who his name was and where he came from.
The answer he gave was that Si Chen had no father or mother, and was a wandering scavenger.
Balian smiled when he heard this and declined naturally.
Looking at the peaceful life in the mountains with singing and dancing, although I yearn for it in my heart.
But mortal life does not belong to him.
The rejected man was not angry, he laughed a lot, pointed to the place where a group of men gathered and said with a smile:
"Brother Si Chen, the gladiatorial competition over there has begun. Well, this year’s winning prize is a good bow. A good man in the mountains cannot catch his prey without a good bow. How about it, are you interested in giving it a try?”
Balian looked in the direction of his finger and saw hundreds of young men and young men forming a circle in the crowd. Two people in the circle were wrestling and fighting, and the atmosphere was heated.
What is even more surprising is that among the hundreds of men, there is actually a practitioner whose strength is not even close to the second level of seeking the Tao.
This is really interesting.
The winning prize in his mouth, an iron bow, was placed on the side of the village chiefs of each tribe.
And the bow turned out not to be an extraordinary bow. The bow body and bow string exuded a faint spiritual power, and its quality could reach the level of low-grade treasures.
For ordinary people or ordinary practitioners, it is indeed a rare and good bow.
Bailian has a quiet temperament, and it's okay to watch the excitement, but he doesn't like to join in the excitement. He shook his head to show that he was not interested.
The man suddenly felt that this handsome young man was boring and had no vitality at all.
He no longer greeted him enthusiastically. After gnawing on the lamb leg, he wiped it casually on his body and strode towards him, rubbing his palms like cattail leaf fans with a fierce fighting spirit.
Bailian squatted down, hugging his little deer, looking softly at the various scenes of the human world that were extremely rare for him.
Soon, the winner of the gladiatorial match was decided, and the winner was naturally the only practitioner among the hundred men.
In the second level of Qiudao, it is not difficult to fight against ordinary people. It is not difficult to defeat one against a hundred.
Not to mention a one-on-one fight.
Naturally, the last one was killed one by one.
The win was very clean.
The young man in the circle wearing an animal skin coat certainly stole the show.
There were cheers and applause, as well as the eyes of fiery admiration from the girl in sacrificial robes.
(End of this chapter)