"Found it...... Someone who can take us back to the North Fire. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The little man in the big red dress in the lake suddenly opened her eyes full of interest, and she jumped in the glass cup, shaking the jade at her feet while turning her head to look at the people sitting around.

The white-robed old man turned the glass cup in his hand upside down, and looked at the small man who was only an inch tall in the cup waving his limbs: "Northern Hades, Banli City has been lost......"

The Northern God laughed and floated up and down for a while, then stretched out a finger to stir his hair: "It's okay, anyway, I've already bought the time I want...... As for the North Fire ......"

She found a white-haired man in the crowd: "Once extinguished, the gate of the divine realm will be closed, and all power will completely disappear from the world until the moment the reincarnated person appears." ”

The white-haired man is called Nango.

"Yes......" he got up and bent over, "The Empty Ringing Hall must live up to expectations......

It is a stone house with a length and width, and it is called the empty hall because it is empty, and the slightest sound can send back a deafening echo.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the empty sound hall that guards tranquility, and the people in it who are skilled and can summon wind and rain with a raise of their hands, are just a kind of legend in childhood.

No one knew that the Empty Ringing Hall did exist, just like the simple and kind faith of the Luxi people, and the Northern Pluto God that they had believed in for generations.

Where's the Empty Ringing Hall?

I'm afraid that all the children have knelt down in front of the temple and asked such questions.

Luxi is a place known as the Borryu River, which is rich in natural reserves, and the traditional worship of the gods not only brings a good harvest of grains, but also brings about an increase in the number of people.

Because of God's favor, the Luxi people have cultivated a comfortable temperament in the long years, relying on the rising sun and the setting of the moon to calculate the passage of time, and the neighbors are always at peace, just asking for the morning to plow, and the flowers to make tea.

Therefore, when the iron cavalry of war came, the Luxi people had no other way but to kneel like lambs and beg for mercy.

After all, it's a matter of resignation!

In Luxi's beliefs, the girl will be chosen by the oracle and sent to the temple tower to practice day and night, until the worshippers of the previous generation retire, and the girl will inherit the position left by the god in the world as a new saint, convey the prayers of the world to the ears of the northern god, and bring the oracle back to the world.

Eliminating disasters and curing diseases, asking divination and seeking trouble, in the days when the years are becoming more and more peaceful, have been passed down from generation to generation as a kind of habitual thing.

At this time, the dim starry sky overhead was shimmering with a fine light, and occasionally a school of fish, shaking their multicolored bodies, swept past there, but there was no trace of water.

In the distance is an attic built along the mountain, with a dim long lamp flashing on the ceiling.

How long the lamp had been on, as if it had begun at the beginning of the legend, stood there silently for a long time, as if it were an old man who had been speechless for a long time, half blind, but looking around with a clear heart.

At the bottom of the attic was a long stream of water, halfway down, but vanishing into the air before it hit the ground.

Aside from the occasional laugh from the Northern Underworld, there was no other sound.

The fish swam to their sides, and everyone sat staggered on the deck of a dead ship.

The bird perched on the long mast, startled by the silence at the moment, flapped its wings and flew away.

The old man holding the glass cup in his arms only watched the birds circling in the mountains, and finally returned to his own group, and turned back: "Shuqing and Fang Ruobao haven't come back yet?" ”

After a while, the white-haired Nango finally spoke.

"Mu Glutton......" he summoned a man in the darkness, "you go and see! ”

Mu Yuzi was dressed in gray clothes, and half of his face was painted with totems hidden in the night, and only one eye could be seen, revealing a brilliant look.

He walked into the crowd, bent slightly, turned and dissipated into the night.

"From now on, the gates of the Divine Domain will be closed, and the voices of the world will no longer be able to reach here, naturally...... There will be no more oracles. ”

The old man said this to the old woman next to him.

The head of the Koyama Temple, which is in charge of the source of worship, is called the Leader, but no one knows its true face.

At this time, the old man who was holding the glass cup and talking was the second person who worshipped the Northern God of the Underworld day and night, and although he was dressed in simple clothes, he had a ruddy and loving face.

The gray-haired old woman on the side was the saintess of the previous session, and she was obviously taken aback, and she didn't sort out what she wanted to ask for a long time.

The second leader noticed her expression: "Grandma Wu, according to ordinary people's calculations, you are ninety-three this year, right?" ”

Grandma Wu replied respectfully, and then raised her head and returned to normal: "In this way, I have come to an end in my hundred-year-old life." ”

"The black smoke has dispersed, the northern fire has been extinguished, and the people who borrowed the river were brought here by the holy maiden, and now that the miracle is gone, it is time to return to the original destiny."

"Yes!" Grandma Wu couldn't help but worry again, "It's just...... After tonight, people will inevitably panic when they hear the news. ”

"You can rest assured, the passage of time is not noticed by the world, as long as time is passing, some things will pass sooner or later......"

"That's right," the second leader stood up, "The people of Lu Dong took the opportunity to attack this time, and we abandoned Banli City and arranged for the birth of Beihuo...... It's just that no one can say how many years it will be, Grandma Wu, I'm afraid this is the last time you and I will see each other. ”

"It won't be long before everything will be forgotten, I can't see that time, except for everyone in the Empty Ringing Hall, and the chosen ones."

Grandma Wu looked at Nan Ge beside him, and the people behind him.

Except for herself, all of those present were people from the empty hall.

Nango didn't talk much, and he just stood silent at this time.

"The Empty Ring Hall is the only place where you can use your divine power in the future......" The second master waved his hand at him, looking down at the glass cup in his arms, "The Northern God has chosen someone, and the rest will be left to you." ”

When Nan Ge heard this, he was about to leave with the people, but the villain in the glass cup struggled to climb up to the mouth of the cup, looking at him with wide eyes and a daze.

"You......" she shook the jade from her ankle again, "what an interesting person!" ”