It was close to five o'clock in the evening, and the temperature in the mountains gradually cooled again.

Zhang Laoblind and I were under house arrest for two days, and now we were about to go out to sell our lives, and there was no fear in our hearts, but a kind of relief and excitement.

I was pacing back and forth in the room, still thinking about Assistant Zhao and the others, whether they would have gone out of the mountain to call the fire rescue to come to me. The fat monk Fangzheng was not arrested, I don't know if it was because he was too high and didn't get hit, or if he didn't have Taoism at all.

Zhang Lao blindly lay on the bed and hummed a small tune, watching me go back and forth as if I was burning my buttocks, and teased: "Brother Dao, what do you say are you in a hurry, can you go around a little, you have to go up and down the mountain later, don't be too tired or whatever." ”

As soon as the words fell, before I could speak back, I heard the sound of noisy footsteps outside the door. The two of us were immediately alerted, and Zhang Laoblind also got out of bed, and his four eyes were just staring at the door and waiting for someone to come.

The door opened, and there were the patriarch and the small leader, as well as a few face-to-face clansmen.

"Please, you two, it's still two hours' walk from the center of Lost Soul Ridge, and it will take a little longer to bring you with you, and we'll be around the Eye before the end of the day. ”

In the past two days, I stayed in the village, and the number of clansmen I saw was very limited, and the whole village revealed a sense of desolation and death, so at this time I asked casually: "Patriarch, just us?"

The patriarch didn't think I was talkative, but he shook his head and said, "The rest of the clan has already set off to prepare for the sacrifice. ”

After speaking, the group moved out of the door and motioned for the two of us to go out.

Zhang Lao and I were caught between people and left the stockade.

I observed the surroundings, outside the stockade are patches of dense forests, there is nothing strange to the naked eye, I gave Zhang Lao a blind look, to see if he can find anything abnormal, but the thing just shook his head.

Without saying a word all the way, the two of us followed them, going around and around all the way, as if walking in a north-easterly direction. These people are all very physical, jumping up and down, all the way with a trot, the patriarch looked at fifty or sixty counted up, and he was stunned.

After walking for nearly two hours, the sky was already numb and dark, and our group climbed a small hill, not far from the open space below the mountain should be the venue for the sacrificial activities, with a bonfire in the middle and small torches fluttering all around.

"Two, it's almost time, when the sacrifice is held, you can wait by the side first, and the eyes will be wide open when the time comes, and then I will show you the way, and you can go. The patriarch pointed in the direction of the mountain and said to the two of us.

When we arrived at the sacrificial ground, it was about seven o'clock in the evening, and there were still two hours before nine o'clock.

The patriarch arranged for two little minions to surround us, one on the left and one on the right, and walked towards the bonfire in the center. I looked left and right, and found that there were more people here than I had imagined, at least fifty or more, all gathered around the campfire at the moment, with bamboo poles in their hands, and their expressions solemn.

The patriarch stood in the center, took out a stick-like object more than a foot long from his bosom, and held it above his head.

Due to the bad light and the distance, I couldn't see what it was, but I thought that two days ago, the patriarch said that he had a sacred relic passed down from the clan to enter and exit the Lost Soul Ridge, and I thought that it should be the one in my hand at this moment.

I turned my head to look at Zhang Laoblind, who was also staring at the object in the patriarch's hand, and I didn't know what I saw.

The patriarch chattered first, and the surrounding clansmen shouted a few slogans in unison. Then a small leader-like person next to him handed the bamboo pole in his hand to the patriarch, at this time the patriarch held the stick in his left hand and the bamboo pole in his right hand, aimed the pointed end at himself, and then made a hole from his chest down to the navel.

I watched from afar, and saw blood on the front of the patriarch's clothes, and then he took the holy relic and dipped his own blood in the wound.

The people around him shouted slogans in unison at this time, and then the people closest to the patriarch walked up to him and knelt on their knees. The patriarch threw away the bamboo pole, pressed the man's head with his right hand, and drew a short stick dipped in blood on the man's forehead with his left hand, and the man left, and the next man walked forward, still in the same motion, and it seemed that everyone was going to do it again.

Zhang Lao and I were confused, and we didn't know which string was not right for the person who invented this routine, or whether he was born a masochist, but he wanted to be so bloody, and in this way, he showed the supreme and irreplaceable bloodline inheritance of the patriarch.

More than fifty people took turns to step forward, and the time was not short, and I watched from a distance for fear that the patriarch would lose too much blood and go into shock, but they still didn't shake their hands and faces, as if they didn't have anything on them.

Finally, everyone's foreheads were marked with blood, and the patriarch raised the short stick to the sky again, and began to provoke an awkward dance in dialects, and the people around him were also dancing with cramps under the leadership, even the people who looked at the two of us.

"It's time to start dancing, what's wrong, what's so strange about that stick, it's probably the holy thing he said, if we grab it, we should be able to get out of Ecstasy Ridge safely." I took the time to start talking to Mr. Zhang.

"That thing is mass-produced, and as long as there are materials, we can make it. Zhang Lao said blindly.

I was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "How is it possible, can it be that what he has passed down from generation to generation can still be the goods of the small commodity wholesale city?"

"Now it seems that the things recorded in the manuscript that my master hid back then should be confirmed to be the objects that can be made at the level of the sixteen hexagrams of Pangu. This short stick is called mustard seed Sumeru in the book, which is made of the core of the thunder split willow tree with cinnabar refining as a body, and then combined with a set of formation blessings, after refining, all obstacles can be broken, and it can also walk in the three worlds of heaven, earth and man, without hindrance, then this small ecstasy ridge in front of you must be a problem. ”

"Cowhide, such a high-level title as mustard Sumeru is actually a short stick. "I feel that what Zhang Lao is talking about is too mysterious, but thinking about what is written in this book, it should be correct, and I can only sigh with a weird sigh.

As the demons of the Yelang people danced wildly, a burst of white light gradually appeared in a low place behind the bonfire, and I quickly pulled Zhang Lao Blind next to me, which should be the precursor of the vision.

The Yelang people must have also observed this phenomenon, and everyone began to take the patriarch as the center, lined up in several horizontal long rows, and bowed in the direction of the valley in unison.

The white light gradually varied, at first it was only the level of high-watt white energy-saving lamps, and gradually the range became larger and larger, which has illuminated the area where we are, but this white light is not dazzling, but a bit of natural light.

Yelang people still kept kneeling, and Zhang Lao and I were staring with our necks stretched, trying to see through the forest.

"Look, there's something!" Zhang Lao's voice was not small.

I was in a state of semi-confusion, staring at the front, but I was a little distracted, thinking about the situation in front of me. He was reminded of this, and he came back to his senses, but saw a green sphere in the center of the valley behind the woods.

I rubbed my eyes, and the ball seemed to be alive, gradually spreading outward, expanding outward from a small solid sphere to a large ball of small dots.

"What's this, why does it look like a bunch of bugs?" I asked.

"Not a living thing. Zhang Lao replied simply.

The dots continued to move outward, not fast, and swaying, until I got closer, and I realized that it wasn't bugs, but green light the size of fireflies.

This thing is really weird, and I don't know what the light source is. I watched as the little green dots swayed into the land around us in groups of three or five, and disappeared.

"What the hell, a 4D movie. As soon as I finished speaking, I looked at the ground again, and the place where the little green dot entered began to grow a plant at a speed visible to the naked eye, with only two leaves, one long and one short, which is the Shennong grass recorded in the book.

It's really nowhere to find the iron shoes, it doesn't take any effort to get it, I rejoice in my heart, I didn't expect that the "land of mountains and rivers" mentioned in the book is really the center of this Ecstasy Ridge, and it may be this Ecstasy Array that I think of as the mountains and rivers are exhausted. At the moment, he couldn't care much, and rushed to the nearest grass with an arrow, grabbed it and pulled it out.

"This is Shennong grass?" asked Zhang Lao blindly on the side.

I observed the Shennong grass in my hand, recalled the records in the manuscript, and said: "It should be, I didn't expect that there are such evil things in this world, enough to shoot more than a dozen episodes of "Approaching Science", so magical, I don't know if I can live forever after eating." ”