At this moment, far away in Miaojiang, in a sparsely popped mountain col, among the trees, there is a small mountain village made of big stones.

The village is not large, there are about 100 families, the environment is quiet, the terrain is dangerous, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

In the center of the village, there is a tall ancestral hall, although it is old, but you can still see the magnificent color.

Entering the ancestral hall, on the wall in the back is a yellowed portrait, in the painting is a cloud dragon with teeth and claws, the eyes are bright, vivid, and the momentum is intimidating.

In front of the portrait is a tall square table with incense candles on either side of the table, and an incense burner in the center with a thumb-sized incense burning.

Underneath the square table is a long, slap-in table filled with dense wooden plaques with names carved in the Hmong language.

The ground is a large bluestone with a bright light, and near the long table are several futons, as if it were a scene in a dojo.

Not far away, there was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, who was wiping the table with a burlap.

Suddenly, a crisp voice suddenly sounded, making the little girl subconsciously follow the sound.

At this glance, the little girl's face changed, her body froze in place, and she looked at a tablet with a frightened face.

On the wooden card, a tablet cracked a few lines, and in her gaze, the soft sound of the tablet did not stop, and in just three or five breaths, it was split into several sections and fell crookedly.

"Ah......h

When the tablet was completely silent, the little girl suddenly woke up and screamed, like running quickly behind the ancestral hall.

"Old Ancestor, it's not good!"

Along the way, the little girl's voice was crisp, and she suddenly shouted open, and when she came to a house inside, she immediately pushed the door open and broke in.

The room is decorated in ancient China, antique, probably because of the location, the light is darker.

Across the door, there was still a lit incense, and under the incense, there were two futons, on which sat two women, an old man and a young woman.

The old woman's hair was thin, her face was wrinkled, and her whole skin was covered with bones, but fortunately, there were two soft brilliances hidden in her sunken eye sockets.

In this way, the old woman's appearance is not only scary, but has a kind feeling, which makes people calm down at a glance, wearing a colorful robe, and closing her eyes and fingers.

On the other hand, there is a young girl, with a face like a pigeon, wearing a Miao suit, with a beautiful appearance, fresh and refined, sitting opposite the old woman, pinching her hands and reading words with her full red lips.

Seeing the little girl who suddenly came in recklessly, the two opened their eyes at the same time and turned their heads to look.

Guza, this is the ancestral hall, how many times have you been told, don't shout here, otherwise you will anger the gods.

The old woman shook her head slightly, her eyes were half-closed again, and she whispered.

"But... Ancestor ......"

The little girl called Guza gasped and didn't know how to speak.

"Gu girl, what's going on, say it!"

The woman's eyes were shining, as if there was a golden light circulating, and she gently brushed the corners of her clothes and said softly.

"Yes, Sister Jingjing, ah no, Your Highness the Holy Maiden!"

As soon as the little girl's words fell, she immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, and couldn't help but spit out her tongue, and seeing that the other party had no intention of blaming, she hurriedly spoke: "Your Highness the Holy Maiden...... Bian Dehai's soul card... Just shattered!"

Quiet!

As soon as the little girl's voice fell, the movements of the old woman's hand suddenly stopped, and the saint who was called Jingjing had a flash of surprise in her eyes, and she was no longer calm, and her expression tightened: "What?"

"It's not me, it's not me who broke it, it's it that broke itself, it's none of my business, I've been very careful. ”

Looking at the looks of the two, the little girl hurriedly waved her hand, her face a little anxious.

"Guza, you go out and get busy!"

At this moment, the old woman reopened her eyes, waved her wide sleeves, and spoke.

"Forehead ......"

Guzha wanted to explain again, but he seemed to have a lot of respect for the old woman, so he didn't dare to refute it, so he hurriedly bowed and said respectfully: "Yes, old ancestor!"

After saying that, he went out cautiously, and at the same time did not forget to close the door.

The door was closed, and the room was darker, only the trembling incense in the incense burner flickered and flickered, and the atmosphere in the field was depressed and solidified.

"Mother-in-law, are you alright?"

Jingjing looked at the old woman and hesitated for a long time before asking.

The old woman didn't speak, just shook her head gently, and after a while, she seemed to sigh, as if to say to herself: "Evil!"

"Mother-in-law, who is this Bian Dehai? How come I have never seen this person?"

Jingjing's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of confusion on her face, and she finally bit her lip and asked.

The old woman didn't seem to hear Jingjing's words, with memories on her face, and after a long time, she said slowly: "The previous saint Shangguan Jing is a good seedling, I thought that the other party would carry forward our witch sect, but I didn't expect it to be too uncompetitive, and it actually fornicated with mortals and blasphemed the gods......"

Jingjing was even more confused when she heard this, she naturally knew a little about the old woman's words, but she didn't understand why the high priest, who had always been secretive about this matter, suddenly mentioned this.

But then, her eyes flashed, she suddenly thought of something, the words came to her mouth, she wanted to say something, and she shut up again.

"That's right, this Bian Dehai is Jing'er's child!"

The old woman's eyes were like fire, and she knew Jingjing's thoughts well, and immediately scorched, coughed dryly, and her face was solemn, and she said: "According to the rules of my witch sect, the holy daughter is the female slave of our holy king, and she will serve the holy king for the rest of her life, but it is a pity that thousands of years ago, we broke the inheritance of the holy king." ”

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"Jing'er is not willing to be lonely, she has an affair with someone, she has blasphemed the gods, and she deserves to be punished, but when this matter leaked, Jing'er came to me with the baby in her arms and begged me to take care of her child, and she was willing to die with the fornicating person to apologize......"

Listening to the old woman's unhurried words, Jingjing was shocked, she knew that the previous saint had an affair with someone, but she didn't expect that there would be twists and turns later.

But after listening to it in one breath, she understood why there was a tablet of Bian Dehai here.

"Mother-in-law, then why do you want Bian Dehai to join the Qingcheng faction!"

Hearing the old woman mention that the other party was in the Qingcheng faction, Jingjing's expression flashed, and she said in surprise.

"The person who has sex with Jing'er is the disciple of the Qingcheng faction!" The old woman's words were not serious, but Jingjing was stunned.

"The origin of our witch cult is spread, and we also have the incense of the Qingcheng faction here, but the big waves are sweeping the sand, and without the leadership of the holy king, our witch cult is already in decline. ”

"Maybe it's a punishment, Jing'er's child has been stubborn since he was a child, and he doesn't like the life here, so I had no choice but to let him follow the Qingcheng faction, and then I heard that his heart was not right, and now he finally got a bad retribution, and he did evil!"

"So what do we do?"

After learning what happened, Jingjing was also emotional, and then asked the topic.

She had no impression of the so-called Bian Dehai at all, but she had a trace of sympathy for the previous saint in her heart, and there was more concern in her words.

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