"Miss, what are they doing here?" Thirteen Niang held Wang Jiqing's arm and looked not far ahead, looking puzzled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Wang Ji came back to her senses, she looked more than ten meters ahead, and saw dozens of men, women, and children sitting in front of the young witch priest, praying reverently.

"I don't know." Wang Ji shook her head lightly and turned her head to look at Wu Jing behind her.

She didn't know much about the affairs of the Wu clan, so she could only ask Wu Jing at this time.

"Miss, they're looking for something in the witch spirit." Wu Jing stepped forward, pointed to the large tile altar in front of the priest, and continued.

"Inside is the spirit worm of this young priest."

"Spirit worms?" Wang Xiqing was a little suspicious, and in her perception, there seemed to be nothing inside.

"Yes, miss." Wu Jing glanced at the young priest who was meditating before turning back and continuing.

"In our witch clan, except for the great witch and the elders of the past generations who have the power of bloodline, if others want to perform witchcraft, they must use some kind of spiritual object to communicate the aura of heaven and earth and use it for their own use."

"And this kind of spiritual creature that communicates between heaven and earth is the spirit worm that each of our clansmen has kept around since childhood."

"Aunt Jing, according to what you say, you also have spirit worms on you?" Thirteen Niang looked at Wu Jing curiously, as if she wanted to see where her spirit worm was raised.

"Yes." Wu Jing nodded calmly, and smiled inexplicably at Thirteen Niang, "My spirit worm is a frog, girl, do you want to take a look?" ”

"No, no." Thirteen Niang hurriedly shook her head, she is a girl's family, and she has nothing to do to look at those cold-blooded animals who are cold and slippery.

Wang Ji chuckled and shook his head, ignoring the banter of the two beside him, but kept staring at the movements of the young priest in front of him.

After a few moments, the priest, who was sitting quietly on the ground, opened his eyes. He first glanced at the crowd around him slowly, and then turned his gaze to the large tile altar in front of him, staring intently, motionless.

After a few breaths, I saw him pinch his hands in a strange posture, one palm facing the sky, the other palm facing the ground, his lips opening and closing, I don't know what he was silently reciting.

At this moment, Wang Xiqing suddenly raised the corner of her eye, she quietly looked at the usual people around her, and instantly regained her calm.

At this time, there was no wind, but she clearly sensed that there was a certain breath in the air, which was rapidly flowing around.

After a moment, she seemed to hear the singing of the mountains behind her, no, not seemingly. As the breath flowed, she could clearly hear the mountains behind her sigh one after another, like singing, in response.

Wang Xiqing wanted to listen intently and listen to what the majestic mountain was saying, but was interrupted by the voice of Thirteen Niang beside her.

"Miss, what is this man doing staring at the altar?" Thirteen Niang looked at the priest in front of her, with a puzzled expression.

"Just staring at it, you can't stare at the flowers." Thirteen Niang pursed her mouth, "Even if this person wants to pretend to be a ghost, he is too disrespectful." ”

"Yes." A young guard who walked behind them at some point also said, "In our hometown, even if there is a magic stick to pretend to be a ghost, we have to make some kind of spontaneous combustion without fire, and the wind is loud." How can there be such a thing as him, obviously there is no change. ”

Isn't there any movement? Wang Ji sighed lightly, what did she feel just now? The flowing breath in the air, the slight sigh in the depths of the mountain, all told her that the witch clan's witchcraft really existed.

Wang Xiqing was about to turn back to ask Wu Jing when she raised her eyes to find that the young priest had put away his strange gesture and reached out to open the lid of the altar in front of him.

In an instant, the priest did not make any movement, but suddenly the lid of the altar rushed up, and a large serpent the thickness of an adult's arm jumped in front of everyone.

Thirteen Niang, who was startled by the sudden appearance of the big snake, hurriedly helped the master to take a few steps back, but found that the villagers in front of him did not seem to be surprised at all, and kowtowed to the big snake without moving.

Are these people crazy? Thirteen Niang looked at the big snake with the head of the snake holding high in front of her and spitting out the letter with a vigilant face, and the several guards who had already surrounded them, glanced at each other, and at the same time slandered in her heart.

"Miss, don't be afraid." Wu Jing held Wang Xiqing's other hand and said comfortingly, "That's just that priest's spirit worm." ”

In Shu, long snakes are also called long worms. This Wang Ji also knows it. She nodded, pulled away Thirteen Niang who was blocking in front of her, and stepped forward a few steps.

It turned out that the young priest's spirit worm was a big snake, so it was no wonder that he used such a large jar to hold it.

I saw the big snake spitting out letters, and after swimming around the villagers a few times, it retreated to the young priest in a black dress, and "hissed" to tell something.

After a few moments, the young priest nodded, and with a gesture of his hand, the serpent quickly swam back into the altar. With a "bang", the lid of the altar was tightly covered, and the serpent was no longer seen.

The young priest stood up and nodded to the villagers around him. Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, he slowly spoke.

"Uncle Li's location has been found, just now the spirit of the mountain told me through my spirit snake: Uncle Li fell under the cliff in the west, everyone go to the west of the mountain to find it."

After speaking, he waited for the surrounding villagers to leave to find someone, and then raised his feet and walked towards Wang Jiqing and his party.

"Senior," a few steps away, he stopped his steps and saluted a junior of the Wu clan in the direction of Wu Jing. "Look, how was my witchcraft?"

Wu Jing didn't speak, like a puppet, standing quietly behind her master. The Great Witch didn't speak, she would never dare to comment on any witchcraft in front of her master, it was disrespectful to the Great Witch and disrespectful to the gods.

"That big snake is good." Seeing that Wu Jing didn't speak, Wang Ji nodded and chuckled. After saying that, before she turned to leave, she deliberately glanced at the young priest opposite, as if she had found something interesting.

When the young priest heard this, his face turned red. Could it be that his mind was seen through by the woman in front of him?

He looked up at the back of the other party gradually walking away, and finally mustered up the courage to speak timidly.

"Please wait."

"I can't help you." Wang Ji turned her head lightly, glanced at the priest with a flushed face, and sighed secretly. This priest was still too young.

The young priest looked up in disbelief as the group entered the courtyard and closed the gate.

Did she get it? How could she possibly know? No, she wouldn't know, she must have said it casually. Yes, that's it, it's that I think too much, and the other party just said casually, yes, don't think too much.

After a while, the young priest, stunned, walked back to the altar, looked at the large earthen altar in front of him, and after a while, seemed to have finally made up his mind and lifted the lid.

A small snake with chopsticks of general length and thickness is lying weakly at the bottom of the altar. (To be continued.) )