What is it?

Dongluo and Xue Nianci looked at each other, and they both saw the doubts in each other's eyes.

Although Dongluo was puzzled, he couldn't let the hundred people in Qingyan Village kneel like this, and hurriedly said: "Everyone, please get up quickly, we are not the divine envoys in your mouth." ”

The heads of the people in Qingyan Village were already low, and after listening to Dongluo's words, their whole bodies were trembling and lying on the snow.

Letting Dongluo explain in every way, the people of Qingyan Village just refused to get up, or didn't dare to get up.

Dongluo's face sank, and he said with a straight face: "Why, do you want the divine envoy in your mouth to beg you, are you willing to get up?"

The old hunter said that he did not dare to dare not, and hurriedly got up from the snow, and the thick animal skin mattress was covered with snow.

Although the people in Qingyan Village had already stood up, their heads were still lowered, and they didn't seem to dare to look at the people in Dongluo.

Dongluo could see at a glance that the hundreds of people in front of him were just a group of ordinary people, and there was no trace of the operation of the aura around them.

The old hunter should be a respected person in the village, an ordinary person, in a big mountain, even if it is the periphery, it is rare to live to his age.

Birth, old age, sickness and death, natural disasters, and man-made disasters are all irresistible.

In the mountains, there are too many uncertainties. Not everything can be attributed to luck.

Dongluo looked at the old hunter, "How did you tell that I was what you call the Divine Envoy?"

Dongluo was a little curious, except for the three blacks who were still in the form of beasts, he and Xue Nianci were three people, why did the old hunter call him a divine envoy, and kneel down to him as soon as they met.

The old hunter raised his head slightly, although he was curious in his heart why the divine envoy in front of him asked knowingly, he still answered Dongluo's question honestly.

"Because there is a divine seal on the eyebrows of adults. ”

"Divine Seal?"

Dongluo touched his eyebrows with some curiosity, except for the top three flowers in Zhou Tianzi's mouth, there seems to be nothing else! Could it be that the divine seal that the old hunter in front of him said is this lotus imprint?

Dongluo asked, "Are you talking about this lotus imprint?"

The old hunter's head was still very low, but he still nodded and said, "Lord Huiyu, exactly." ”

Dongluo and Xue Nianci glanced at each other, he was a little puzzled, how could this lotus imprint that took shape on the Dragon and Tiger Field inexplicably become a divine seal!

The old hunter saw that Dongluo had not spoken for a long time, so he spoke: "The Lord of the Divine Envoy has come from afar, and the boat and car are tiring, why don't you go to the village to drink a glass of wine, and then we will prepare the sacrifices of this winter festival, and then hand them over to the Lord of the Divine Envoy to bring back, what do you think?"

Dongluo said in a deep voice: "Old man, you have recognized the wrong person, I am really not a divine envoy." ”

As soon as the old hunter wanted to kneel, he was held up by Dongluo, making it impossible for him to kneel.

The people in Qingyan Village looked at each other, neither kneeling nor standing, and there was a commotion for a while.

Xue Nianci said in her heart: "You don't need to explain to them, there are some things that you can't say clearly in a few words." ”

Winterfall is a dark autobiography

He said, "Do you know what this oracle is?"

"A little bit of it. ”

Xue Nianci's gaze passed over the people of Qingyan Village, landed on the wild boar the size of a house behind them, and said in her heart: "You admit that you are a divine envoy, and it doesn't hurt to go into the village with them to have a glass of wine." ”

Dongluo glanced at Xue Nianci quietly, and then helped the old hunter to stand up straight.

The old hunter has been crawling and rolling in the deep mountains and old forests all the year round, and his body is extremely hard, although he is not a martial arts cultivator, but he is barely comparable to a person in the early stage of the Quenching Skin Realm.

Winterfall's desire to stabilize the old hunter is as simple as ever.

After obtaining Dongluo's consent, the old hunter took Dongluo and his party to the village.

Dongluo was talking to the old hunter all the way, but mainly Dongluo asked, and the old hunter answered.

They were joined in the village by the young man who had been following the old hunter.

The young man naturally didn't dare to walk with Dongluo, so he was a few positions behind and walked side by side with Xue Nianci.

Now it is Erhei who is leading the horse, and Sanhei gets the sound of Dongluo to let him continue to maintain his beast form, and not to transform into a human in front of people, so as not to frighten people.

There are many demon beasts and demon pets on the Shenzhou Continent, but this Bi Jing is not the prosperous place of Luoyang City, and it is no wonder that the demon beasts have long been strange. If Sanheo transforms into a human here, he will most likely be treated as a monster by the villagers in front of him.

Xue Nianci turned her head to look at the stiff young man in Qingyan Village and said, "What's your name?"

The young man was a little flattered and said, "My name is Yi." ”

Although the person who asked his name was not the Divine Envoy, how could it be easy for someone to follow behind the Divine Envoy!

Xue Nianci didn't know what the young man was thinking, and then asked, "Yi, is there a divine envoy coming from Qingyan Village every year?"

Yi shook his head and said, "It's not every year, it's only when it's Qingyan Village's turn to contribute sacrifices." Moreover, the divine envoy will only come before the major sacrificial celebrations, and transport the sacrifices back with the immortal Taoist method. ”

When talking about the four words of the Immortal Family Dao Law, Xue Nianci found that the young man's eyes showed a glint of longing, but he quickly put it away.

Xue Nianci doesn't say anything, there are more people who like to see the scenery in high places, but some people can only go around at the foot of the mountain all their lives, either their own ability is not enough, they can't climb the mountain, or they don't have enough opportunities and can't find the way.

And the young man in front of him, the road is still long! Of course, there must be a road under his feet.

Xue Nianci asked again, "Then do you know that they are all the messengers of that god?"

The young man turned his head and glanced at Xue Nianci, even you oracles don't know that you are the oracles of that god, how can I know.

But he only dared to think about these words in his heart, and if he was asked to say them, he would never dare.

This man has been to the farthest places since he was born to the mountains behind the village. I know that in this world, which is countless times larger than Qingyan Village and Mangshan, there are people who can become immortals through cultivation.

But those immortals were too far away from him, so far away

There are a few dreams at night before I can fly in the sky like a bird.

And the closest to them is the gods and ghosts, the gods and ghosts have been said for a long time, but no one in Qingyan Village has ever seen gods and ghosts, so naturally it cannot be proved that there is, and it cannot be denied that there is not.

Only at the time of the sacrifice, he sincerely kowtowed a few times, hoping that the god who was originally a clay sculpture but sat high in the clouds could hear those small wishes in his heart, and it didn't matter whether it could be realized in the end, because when he said it, he also had a thought in his heart.

Maybe this is what grandpa said about worshipping God, just to ask for peace of mind!

As for whether there are gods and ghosts at all, does that matter?

Obviously important, but it doesn't seem to be that important.

......

The old hunter led the Dongluo men to a low stone house.

The stone house was full of smoke, and through the slowly flowing smoke, Dongluo saw a very well-preserved clay sculpture in the stone house, and the appearance of the clay sculpture was three or four points similar to the middle-aged man they saw in front of the Mangshan Mountain Shrine.

Dongluo knows in his heart, presumably this is the mountain temple of Qingyan Village to worship the mountain god!

The gods of mountains and rivers, the incense is small and the temple is the temple, the middle is the ancestral hall, and the big is the palace.

A medium-sized landscape deity can have countless temples, but only one shrine.

Just like the mountain god of Mangshan, there is only a mountain shrine on the top of Mangshan Mountain, and there is a Mangshan Mountain, how many mountain temples there are in his mountain and water jurisdiction, presumably only he knows.

The gods of mountains and rivers are extremely interested in the rules, and generally will not violate the prohibition of mountains and rivers. But there will be some exceptions, if the territory of the mountains and rivers is too large, the gods will choose to build a palace in a suitable place after reporting to the heavens and the earth, as a palace, to facilitate the handling of all kinds of matters between the mountains and rivers.

After Dongluo and his party sat down separately, someone soon brought wine and food, which seemed to have been prepared.

The old hunter told Dongluo and the others that the wine was a fruit wine made by the people of Qingyan Village, the wine was not strong, the wine was not strong, and it tasted of wine, but it was also extremely bland, and none of the gods who came in the past were willing to drink it.

When he said this, not only the young man named Yi turned red, but also the old hunter who had seen the wind and waves had a little shame on his face.

Dongluo hurriedly picked up the rough pottery wine bowl, took a sip and exclaimed: "The wine is not strong, and the entrance is soft." The flavor of the sake is light, and the fragrance of the sake fruit becomes more and more mellow. If I'm not mistaken, there must be fifteen kinds of fruit added to it!"

Dongluo drank all the wine in the bowl, and filled himself with a glass, "It's really good wine, those divine envoys don't want to drink it, that's their loss." ”

Xue Nianci also picked up the wine bowl and took a big sip.

The same goes for Erhei.

Sanhei, who was hiding in Dongluo's sleeve, just wanted to speak, but was flicked back by the quick-eyed Xue Nianci bounced his fingers.

Listening to Dongluo's praise, Young Yi's face turned even redder, but there was an inexplicable hint of closeness in his eyes when he looked at Dongluo.

The old hunter's mood was also much more relaxed, "The divine envoy guessed well, this wine is made from fifteen kinds of wild fruits produced in Mangshan and Qingyan

It is brewed with mountain spring water from the green cliff behind the village. ”

Dongluo picked up the wine jug and poured a bowl for the old hunter, and Dongluo found that the body of the old hunter holding the wine glass in both hands was trembling slightly.

Looking at the old hunter's wrinkled face, Dongluo sighed lightly in his heart, and quickly filled the wine bowl in the old hunter's hand.

The old hunter quickly put down the wine bowl in his hand, and put the pair of curved bows and arrows that never trembled, but now they were very shaky and hid their hands under the table, pinching the corners of their clothes.

Xue Nianci, who was sitting beside his old hunter, could see this clearly.

Xue Nianci squinted at the clay statue in the mountain temple, if the worship of the gods became the fear of the gods, then there was a problem with this god, or there was a problem with this landscape.

Respect is respect, fear is fear.

Readers, for the landscape, should have a sense of awe.

But for the gods of mountains and rivers, you don't have to have any heart.

The gods of mountains and rivers are the ones who protect the mountains and rivers of one side, keep the peace of the place, and punish the good and punish the evil. Sentient beings should always think of it with gratitude and respect than fear.

Xue Nianci reached out and stroked a white jade pendant hanging on his waist, which was the "True Solution of the Formation" that Xue Yurou left for him before leaving.

Now he is not only a formation spirit master who sets up an array array, but also a master who looks for mountains and rivers.

If this Mangshan Mountain is a poor mountain and bad water, he doesn't mind laying down a large array of mountains and rivers within his ability.

Xue Nianci, who was pondering, suddenly turned her head to look at the entrance of the village. Press your hand on the armrest of your wheelchair with gentle pressure.

Dongluo hurriedly stood up from his chair and stared at the entrance of the village with the same gloomy face.

I don't know what happened, the old hunter and the young man saw Dongluo's suddenly changed face, and suddenly fell to their knees, extremely frightened.

(End of chapter)