The southwest Yi land is a lofty mountain, there is a closed village in the depths of its big mountain, on the dam in front of the wall, there is a huge statue of two zhang high, this statue is a silver wolf. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At this time, the offering table in front of the statue of the silver wolf was full of offerings, there was a whole elk, and other fruits and other food, and there was a man in his fifties wearing sacrificial clothes standing next to the offering table.

In front of the offering table, an old man in his seventies led hundreds of people to stand with their hands down, the scene was extremely silent, and everyone looked solemn.

"The mythical beast silver wolf, bless my village, the five grains are abundant, and everything is prosperous......" The man in the sacrificial dress read the prayer, and after reciting the time of half a stick of incense, he said loudly: "Now the sacrifice begins, and the owner of the village offers incense!" ”

The seventy-year-old man standing at the front stepped forward, lit three sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner on the offering table, and then retreated.

The man in the sacrificial robe said in a loud voice:

"Bow down!"

Poof, everyone knelt down in unison.

"Worship, the silver wolf is mighty and the sky is aligned."

"Second worship, people are prosperous, and families are prosperous."

"Three worships, the wind and rain are smooth and the year is abundant."

Everyone followed the prayer of the sacrifice, bowed to the ground and bowed three times, after the ceremony, everyone stood up, the old man turned to face the hundreds of people behind, and said solemnly: "The silver wolf beast has guarded our village for decades, these decades, the grain harvest has been abundant, the casualties have been reduced, and no outsiders dare to invade our village, all of this is obvious to all, but all this is inseparable from the Yin family, the Yin family has the ability to communicate with the divine beast and convey the divine will, so if the owner of the village is not there in the village in the future, the high priest can take over the owner of the village, and the high priest will be inherited from generation to generation by the Yin family." ”

The old man's voice was quite loud, spreading throughout the village.

He looked at the three old men who were the same age as him standing in front of him, "What about the three old villagers?" ”

"We have no opinion!" The three of them said in unison.

"We support the high priest and the lord of the village!"

Everyone shouted their voices.

Not far from everyone, there are patches of woods, there is a person in the forest who is standing there watching all this, seeing that his face is Yin Yang, he did not stay long after accepting the worship of everyone in the Flying Snow Palace of the Kunlun Mountains, and after explaining some things to Zan Xue, he went straight here, there is his closest person in the world.

There was a look of remembrance in his eyes, and the priest was clearly the six-year-old nephew Xin'er who was shouting in front of him to cultivate immortals, and now he was so old, and the years were urging people.

And who is the owner of the village who is not his classmate friend Luo Qingfeng when he was a talent, the three village elders, he also recognized two of them, it is the mustachioed Hu Kui and Yang Dali, who competed with Luo Qingfeng for the position of the owner of the village, all three of them are in their seventies, and they are already rare years in ancient times, and they really can't recognize them if they don't pay attention to it.

He resisted the urge to go out, since he had left, he should no longer affect their lives, once people's lives were broken, it was difficult to go back to the past, and he knew the pain of seeing each other.

Being able to watch your family and friends live well is content.

After a long time, he released his spiritual sense to envelop the village, only to find that his two brothers and sisters-in-law were in a small building, this building was all made of wood quite atmospheric, and there was a portrait hanging on the wall of the main hall on the second floor of the small building, which showed a young man in a black shirt, his temples were white and his expression was indifferent, and he looked up into the distance with his hands behind his back.

The person who painted the portrait was Yin Yang, which was painted by Yin's father back then.

There were also a few strange young men and women and a group of children downstairs, and he didn't find his parents, which made his heart tighten.

His figure flashed and disappeared in place.

In a strange rocky col in the back mountain, a huge silver wolf lies on its side, it looks like the statue of the beast that everyone worships before the fall of the village, it lies lazily and very comfortably, and there is a little boy next to him who plays with the fur on its body and braids the pigtails to play.

The little boy looked like he was two or three years old, but the strength in his hand seemed to be quite large, and his hands were not heavy, pulling and pulling the fat belly of the silver wolf to tremble. It didn't care, every time it turned its head to look at the little boy, there was a doting look in its eyes.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew, and its hair suddenly stood on end, and a cold light flashed in its eyes, and its tail curled the little boy around its back, and at the same time its body rose into the air, scanning its surroundings alertly.

But after scanning around, it found nothing, and it looked at it suspiciously for a long time, and then it fell into shape.

"Grandpa Divine Wolf, what's wrong?" The little boy is also very bold, and he is not scared to cry when he is taken into the air by the silver wolf, as if he is used to it, and he is very calm.

The silver wolf let out a low roar in response.

At the moment when it landed, it found that there was a person standing not far behind it, it roared, and was about to pounce, but when it saw the other party clearly, it suddenly lost its arrogance, crawled on the ground and howled softly, revealing a humanized expression, which was an expression mixed with awe and a long-lost intimacy.

"I haven't seen you for decades, and you've reached the peak of the middle stage of Gathering Spirits, which is good." The person who came was Yin Yang, and this silver wolf was the one he surrendered to guard the village and the Yin family when he left.

It was precisely because of the elixir given by Yin Yang that it broke through from the early stage to the middle stage of the spirit gathering in a few decades, so for many years, the trace of resentment that it was forbidden by Yin Yang has long since disappeared, and it is relatively close to the people of the Yin family, and this little boy is its closest, and there is a sense of closeness by nature, one is because this little boy is naturally bold and not afraid of it, and the other is that under the investigation of its spiritual sense, the little boy actually has a spiritual vein.

"I've worked hard for you all these years, these are a few Spirit Ascending Pills, which can help you advance to the late stage of Spirit Gathering, and ......" After Yin Yang threw a jade bottle to the silver wolf, he found that the little boy was staring at him fiercely.

"Uncle, why aren't you afraid of Grandpa Divine Wolf, everyone is afraid when they see it."

Yin Yang was dumbfounded by his title, uncle? Thinking that this child should be a descendant of the Yin family, and he is an ancestor, he asked with a smile, "What is your grandfather's name?"

"My grandfather's name is Yin Mingxin, he is the high priest, he used to play with Grandpa Divine Wolf, and then I was born, and Grandpa Divine Wolf likes me and doesn't like him."

"Uh......"

Yin Yang was so speechless by him, he was quite a narcissistic little kid, Yin Mingxin is the scientific name of Yin Yang's nephew Xin'er, so he can be regarded as a great-grandfather.

"Hey, this is ......"

He stared at the little boy, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, the Yin family actually had another person with a spiritual vein, and after his spiritual sense carefully investigated it again, he was secretly a little disappointed, this spiritual vein is a lower grade, even if he cultivates immortals, he can only be in the spirit gathering period, and there is no hope of breaking through the fetal breath realm.

But even so, it can be regarded as his immortal fate.

"What's your name?" He asked the little boy.

"My name is Yin Tongtong, uncle, what's your name?" The little boy asked suspiciously, with two big pure eyes.