"This old turtle, why didn't I move at all, I dared to slip away a long time ago!"

Nezha said stupidly, and suddenly noticed that Mingxuan's eyes had been staring at him, so he asked what was wrong.

Ming Xuan looked at it for a long time, and then it suddenly dawned on him, it turned out that it was by merging with mortals that he could move freely in the mortal world.

Nezha nodded: "This is also a helpless way, if I don't do this, he would have died a long time ago." ”

As he was speaking, two golden rays of light fell from the sky and turned into Zhao Hangyu and Lin Zixi. Seeing that Mingxuan was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, it was Nezha who came to help, so he hugged his fists and thanked him.

Nezha smiled and said: "We are both gods, how can we not help each other?" The Eastern Emperor Divine Monarch does not need to be like this, but there is a place where there are small gods, even if they are ordered!"

"Well said, well said!"

Regardless of what happened to the brigade after it converged, it was easy to escape, and Ayia Navar was so tired that he was out of breath.

"Damn Nezha! this king will never forget!"

But because the task has not been completed, the Moluo Temple will not be able to return for the time being, and now the situation is changing, and if you are not careful, you will never recover. There is no going back to the Buddha realm no matter what, and there is no turning back from the very beginning of this path. After thinking about it, it seems like a painful decision.

"That's all there is to it, I hope you won't disappoint this king!"

On the other side, Zhao Hangyu and his entourage came to the top of a snow-capped mountain. I saw that all around were white, and it looked extremely desolate.

Due to its location at the highest altitude, it is almost entirely bare, weathered rock, completely devoid of any vegetation. There are quite a few houses made of huge boulders, standing majestically. It seems to be full of indescribable mystery.

"What's that?"

Lin Zixi suddenly pointed at the rising green smoke.

Zhao Hangyu looked at it and said that it was estimated that the Tibetans were "simmering mulberry", the purpose of which was to pray for the blessing of the gods.

The so-called simmering mulberry is the mist smoke that is burned with pine and cypress branches. It is a ritual of sacrificing to the gods of heaven and earth in the primitive belief of the Tibetan people.

In the snowy plateau area, almost every household is equipped with a mulberry furnace. On the first day of the Tibetan New Year, people will get up very early, and the first thing is to simmer mulberry to worship the gods, and they are proud of the first person to simmer mulberry.

Later people just added pine branches, cypress branches, mulberry noodles and other things on the simmering mulberry piles that had already been burned. By the way, he offered wine and sprinkled pulp, knelt down and kowtowed, and added Mani arrows. It is said that the smoke produced during the simmering process not only makes mortals feel comfortable, but also makes the mountain gods very happy.

Therefore, believers, as a form of prayer, hope that God will bless those who worship it.

Legend has it that in ancient times, Tibetan men returned from expeditions or hunting. Tribal leaders, elders, women and children gather in the countryside outside the village to burn a pile of cypress branches and herbs. And constantly sprinkled water on the people who set out, which means to use smoke and water to drive away all kinds of filth.

In fact, this practice is still left in the Tibetan society, folk customs. When a baby is born in the family and relatives and friends from afar come to congratulate them, the family members want to light the cypress branches, and the comers must step over the fire. The aim is to keep young children healthy and long, free from evil spirits.

"Sang" is originally a Tibetan word, which means "to cleanse, eliminate, expel and expel away". But judging from the process of fumigation, the mentality of people when simmering mulberry, and the objects used, it is an obvious ritual of worship. Therefore, simmering mulberry has two meanings, one is purification, and the other is sacrificial offerings.

In addition, this custom is also said to be related to King Gesar. King Gesar believed that if he did not simmer the mulberry sacrifice to the god, the protector god of the Ling country, he would not be able to help him subdue the demons, so he decided to simmer the mulberry sacrifice to the god on May 15.

At this time, the red steel horn of the demon country ordered the root bison to come and invade the Ling country. Just because Gesar sacrificed to the gods with mulberry smoke, and the gods liked it, Gesar won a great victory. Since then, Gesar has started his great cause of protecting the family and defending the country, subduing demons and subduing demons from the mulberry smoke, and the simmering mulberry on May 15 also came from this.

"In this harsh environment, we can survive, but I am afraid that they will not be idle. ”

Ming Xuan said meaningfully, listening to his description, everyone quickly thought of the Guigu clan and the tomb guarding clan. There are still many races like this little known, but with incredible abilities, in this world.

Zhao Hangyu made a gesture and motioned to take a look, so they each used their stealth method and quietly flew to the front to take a look.

When I looked closer, I soon noticed that there was a small group of people, who seemed to be holding some kind of ceremony. They all wore thick brown bearskin suits and bearskin hats on their heads. With dark skin and rough facial features, the overall appearance is no different from that of a brown bear.

"Primordial Witch! I didn't expect it to exist!"

Zhao Hangyu couldn't help muttering, the primitive Tibetan witch was a sorcerer who was the host of the primitive religious sacrifice as a Tibetan.

In the era of primitive tribes and clans, most of them were held by the elders of the clans and the leaders of the tribes, who held the divine power. It is the key condition for them to firmly grasp and control the power of the clan and tribe.

It is said that this kind of sorcerer, in ancient times, could be channeled. And can talk to ghosts and gods, can reach the will of the people, and convey the will of the gods. It can predict good fortune and evil, and remove disasters and diseases. It can also engage in omens, divination, and witchcraft such as summoning spirits and exorcism.

They are the bridge and medium between man and God, and in some cases, they are seen as God's spokesmen. Later, with the introduction of Buddhism, it gradually faded out of people's field of vision. But all in all, primitive shamans have always enjoyed a very high prestige in the hearts of Tibetans.

Just as he could see the gods, he suddenly heard a wizard say, "Who is peeping in the dark?"

With a wave of his big hand, dark green worms the size of quail eggs flew out of the cuffs. These insects are very weird, and the back shell is covered with light green green marks.

The mouth of the insect is very obvious, and the slender and sharp spikes are particularly hideous. There were at least thousands of these insects, densely packed and like a tide, surging towards everyone.

What Lin Zixi was most afraid of was these insects, and she couldn't help but appear in exclamations. Affected by this chain effect, the gods also appeared.

"This is a blood bee, be careful, everyone! Don't get bitten!"

Long Qiuling said as she recited the witch spell. Under the effect of the spell, the blood bee actually stopped attacking, but directly bypassed.

Zhao Hangyu's eyes flashed, and the "Golden Yang True Fire" was burning. In the blink of an eye, the flames rose wildly, covering the entire area of blood bees in one fell swoop.

These golden flames squeaked as they burned, and a strong smell of blood came from the golden flames. These blue-blooded bees were simply unable to resist the burning of the Golden Yang True Fire. Tumbling in the air, trying to break free of the golden flames.

Soon, however, they all burst apart and turned into a thick black stain of blood. Unexpectedly, under Jin Yan's scorching, even the blood stains were burned out, and they were clean, and there was no trace of them at all.

"The fire of the sun?"

The Tibetan witch was stunned for a moment, and quickly recited another obscure incantation. Suddenly, the black mist rolled, and there was a faint roar inside, as if something fierce was about to come out.

Then, a huge centipede, dozens of feet in size, emerged from the ground. The jet-black and shiny carapace looks very hard, and with a slight swing of the body, it can raise a large area of black sand.

"Whoosh!", but it was Zhao Hangyu who shot out a "blue light sword". Or maybe you want to see how powerful this summoned monster is. As a result, what surprised him was that the "Blue Light Sword" could not hurt the other party in the slightest, but was bounced off by the solid carapace on the big centipede.

Lin Zixi couldn't help frowning: "It's strange, it's so big, but it doesn't have the slightest demonic energy, isn't this centipede a demonic beast?"

Long Qiuling explained that generally in the mountain and sea realm, the Wu clan knows how to raise or control some powerful spirit beasts. In the process of fighting with foreign tribes, they can often be surprised and play miraculous effects.

Presumably, these primitive witches also possess similar abilities. It is rumored that some of them can even keep monsters in captivity, so ordinary people don't dare to provoke them rashly.

At the moment, this big centipede should have a certain amount of wisdom and supernatural powers. But it's not like the monsters, who can transform into a human form, or practice, and haven't reached that level.

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