Solo Fei is by no means a person who lives according to other people's arrangements, he seems to be at ease with what happens, but when he really encounters a problem that must be solved, he chooses to face it head-on. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The bell rings, and the dancers spin.

When the monks of Tongxuan Temple put their palms together and silently chanted mantras after the bell rang, the gods and witches wearing woodcarved ghost faces were already dancing.

Those gods and witches dressed in black were originally mysterious, and when they wore ghost masks, they looked really weird. There were colorful tassels fluttering on both sides of the masks, and each of them had a small blood-red drum on their left waist, and their right hand held a drum carved into the shape of a skull......

The gods and witches beat red drums, sang divine comedies, and danced a strange dance around the white jade altar, which added many magical colors to the otherwise holy altar.

As Shan Fei stood silently watching the sorcerer dance, he also paid attention to the movements around him.

As an archaeologist, I also need to know the customs of the world, after all, many antique utensils are greatly related to customs.

Solo Fei wasn't sure what these people were doing, but he knew that with all Chinese and Western gods and witches, creating an environment was the first priority. This is basically similar to the hypnotist who makes you relax and prepare to be hypnotized before hypnosis.

This kind of witchcraft is obviously a tense and mysterious attraction to bring bystanders into a hypnosis-like environment, but the hypnotist is to activate the patient's inspiration, and the wizard needs to channel himself.

Of course, whether a wizard can actually interact with the gods or not is a matter of wisdom.

The drums were beating harder, the spells were urgent, and the ghost-faced witches had begun to dance around the altar and began to march to the altar, and the leading gods and witches sang divine songs, and slowly took a golden basin handed by the wizard next to him, grabbed the contents of the golden basin and scattered it on the altar.

The golden basin is filled with rice and ashes, and it flies in the wind on the altar, adding a hazy meaning to the whole altar.

Flying alone, he immediately closed his breath.

He felt that this should be a necessary step in the prayer process, and that the contents of the golden basin might be something sacred made from something strange, and that they might be blessed by the gods. But he was careful first, he really didn't want to inhale those things.

Vesudeva and the Marquis of Wuxi stood motionless under the altar, and there was nothing unusual about letting the flying things fall on their heads and bodies.

The drums stopped abruptly, and the gods and witches on the altar suddenly let out an earth-shattering shout, and then knelt on one knee on either side of the altar, looking in unison in the direction where the sun was shining.

The altar was silent, and the sound of the hearts of the crowd could be heard.

Everyone was carved in stone and wood, but their eyes were looking in the direction of the gods and witches, and they saw that there were petals rising high and falling with the wind, paving the road of prayer in front of them.

Ah Jiu was dressed in white silk and wore a white pearl and jade woven laurel wreath, and walked from the direction where the sun was shining under the gaze of everyone.

The dress is untouched, the crown of pearls is crystal clear, and it shines with charming brilliance in the sun, but it can't take away the solemn and holy color of Ah Jiu.

Flying solo was slightly stunned.

He had always thought that Ah Jiu was a playful girl, but he never thought that Ah Jiu would have such a solemn and sincere look when praying for the spirit. The girl may be playful and cunning, but her heart is not stained with dust, only for affectionate entrustment.

Ah Jiu walked slowly, oblivious to everything around him, and didn't even glance at Solo Fei. Maybe because she didn't have to look to know that her beloved was not far away, what she did was to prove everything to her beloved.

The sun hung high, driving away the fog that surrounded the altar, leaving only the cleanest color in the sky.

Ah Jiu climbed the stairs, and when he reached the top of the jade platform, facing the west, he slowly knelt down with his hands folded, and there was no more sound.

The people under the altar were silent, and there was not a single sound.

Solo Fei waited for the scene of Zhuxiang, but he didn't see any strange signs near Zuo, and he couldn't help but feel a little ominous in his heart. There was nothing unusual about Vesudeva standing there, but Solo Fei saw that Sula was already a little nervous.

"King Kushan, it seems that the goddess is not as good as she imagined." A voice came indifferently from not far away, breaking the silence on the left side of the altar.

Ah Jiu's body on the altar trembled.

Everyone was moved, and looked at the person who spoke—not Hugh Mihou, but a man with a gloomy face and a horse-like face.

Shan Fei had seen this person in the Guishan Palace, and knew that this person was one of the five marquis, but because he had never heard his words, he didn't know which of the five marquis he was.

"Marquis Guishuang, what are you doing?" Sula exclaimed in a low voice, "Don't you know that the goddess should not have made a strange sound when praying for the spirit. ”

Shan Fei's heart was slightly cold, and he saw that Guishuang Hou suddenly broke the silence, not because he didn't know the rules, but because he had another plan.

"If someone interferes with the goddess's prayer, does it mean that the goddess can no longer invite the spirit?" Guishuang Hou said lightly.

Sura was stunned for a moment, and before he could say anything, he saw Vesudeva wave his hand to stop him, and said lightly: "The Marquis of Guishan broke the rules, is it because he wants to invite the gods for the goddess?" ”

He said it with great humor, but everyone present turned blue and realized the seriousness of the problem.

Guishuang Hou said hesitantly: "Ben Hou please come out." ”

"Then if you disturb the gods, I am afraid that you will die for the goddess." Vesudeva said coldly.

The face of the Marquis of Xiu Mi on the side changed slightly, and the Marquis of Guishan still said calmly: "This Marquis does not agree with what King Guishan said. ”

Vesudeva's eyes flashed, and she was still able to endure her temperament, "Don't the Marquis of Guishan know that the person who disturbed the goddess and caused the prayer to fail was supposed to be a sacrifice to ask the gods to calm their anger?" ”

"Benhou knows." The Marquis of Guishan said slowly: "Benhou also knows that the King of Guishan has actually prepared someone to disturb the goddess, and is also ready to let that person die for the goddess. ”

Vesudeva's face changed slightly.

Shuangmihou and the others looked shocked, but they didn't say anything.

"What does the Marquis of Guishan mean by this?" Vesudeva quickly regained her composure.

Guishanhou smiled and said, "Vesudeva, now that it's over, why should I wait for so much nonsense again." You and I have long known that this is just a play. ”

"What play?" Vesudeva's eyelids jumped slightly.

The Marquis of Guishan said slowly: "A scene where the gods will protect the Guishan Kingdom. Seeing that Wei Suti suddenly became cold, the Marquis of Guishan did not stop and said: "When the Yue clan moved away from the Western Regions and stayed away from the so-called Xuannu protection, didn't it also build a huge Guishan Empire?" ”

Everyone whispered, Ah Jiu on the altar was still kneeling there with his hands folded and praying, but his clothes were windless and automatic, and he didn't know if he was disturbed by the words of the audience.

Vesudeva's eyes were cold, "This king really doesn't know what the Marquis of Guishan means. Although the Yue clan is far away from the Western Regions, none of the past generations of King Guishan has dared to be disrespectful to the Xuannu. Even if Yan Yanzhen created the most glorious situation in Guishan, didn't he build this royal temple to show his respect for Xuannu after moving the capital to Peshawar and listening to the instructions of the Xuannu? ”

"Vesudeva, are you still going to lie?" The Marquis of Guishan's voice was raised, "Although Yan Zhenzhen built this royal temple, he never said that he wanted to worship the Xuannu, everything is just your far-fetched words. Since Yan Zhenzhen, the kings of Guishan have never seen the manifestation of the Xuannu again. ”

"Really?" Vesudeva asked rhetorically, "Ling Zun also claimed to be a Xuannu protection back then, is it just a lie?" ”

Guishuanghou's face turned blue in an instant, and he said coldly: "What did you say? ”

Instead, Vesudeva became indifferent, "This king is saying...... When Ling Zun was the king of Kushan, he claimed to be blessed by the Xuannu, and the shaman god of Guishan also made such a declaration. However, later Ling Zun misbehaved, and the Xuannu no longer blessed him, and finally let this king replace him......"

"So the Xuannu began to bless you Vesudeva?" Guishanhou sneered.

Vesudeva's eyes flashed again, but she didn't reply.

"Vesudeva, do you really think that the dirty things you have done are unknown to others?" Guishanhou stepped forward and said.

Sura Horan stepped forward and stood in front of Vesudeva and shouted, "Stand back and speak." ”

The Marquis of Guishan didn't move, and sneered: "Vesudeva, you bought the shaman witch god back then, and your father prayed for the spirit, and then pretended to be blessed by the gods to gain the support of the other four marquis, and then ascended to the throne of Guishan." Do you think you can hide such a rebellious thing for a long time? ”

"Can the gods and witches be bought?" Vesudeva inhaled slightly, her gaze already on the prostrated grimace gods and witches on the altar.

"Not bad!"

Guishuang Hou said in a condensed voice: "You not only bought the gods and witches, but also communicated with them to learn to pretend to be ghosts. On weekdays, you can't wait to use some tricks from Daqin's side to confuse other people's ears and eyes, making people think that there is really a miracle. When you feel the need, you will order some people to deliberately disturb the goddess so that the prayer will not be fulfilled, and then cover up your ugly deeds with human sacrifices. You think I'm going to know nothing about these doorways? ”

Everyone was uneasy.

When Shan Fei heard this, he felt that Guishuanghou's words were very realistic, because there were too many characters in this world who pretended to be ghosts. But...... Ah Jiu won't, Shan Fei knew that Ah Jiu wouldn't lie to him, at that time he didn't have any ease, but had a heavy meaning - Guishuang Hou dared to make trouble suddenly, he must have something to rely on, otherwise Guishuang Hou would be crazy to tear his face like this.

Vesudeva looked indifferent, "Guishuang Hou, you said it so carefully, could it be that Ling Zun did this before?" He said this very sharply, and when everyone heard it, they all looked at each other.

Guishuang Hou was silent for a moment, and said word for word: "Not bad! ”

The crowd was in an uproar.

Not wanting the Marquis of Guishan to use this trick of breaking the net with a dead fish, Vesudeva said slowly: "This king doesn't want you to splash this king's dirty water, and even expose Ling Zun's dirty tricks...... But this king ......"

"Vesudeva, you don't have to delay." Guishanhou cut off.

Vesudeva looked strange, and before she could speak, she heard a burst of exclamations from the crowd, and they all pointed to the altar.

Ah Jiu's delicate body shook, and she fell softly on the altar, and there was no movement.

"You...... To the goddess...... What did you do......" Sura was furious, and before he could rush to the altar, he staggered to the ground. The hands around the altar fell instantly.

The ten guards behind Vesudeva were all on the ground, and even the monks who passed through the temple seemed to be shaking.

Flying solo is awe-inspiring.