The inheritance of Gu art is no longer verifiable, and it is rumored that it was created by the great god Chiyou in the mythological era. It first appeared in the form of witchcraft, and later evolved into many branches, such as Zhu You, Poison Gu, Medicine, etc.

The subsistence groups in Miao Xinjiang have their own strengths, and they are researching and developing in different directions according to local conditions.

The technique of Gu insects is the most widely spread, and insects are poisonous insects.

And Gu, in modern terms, was originally a type of bacteria. It can invade the human body invisibly, and only bacteria can do it.

Of course, it is not an ordinary bacteria, but it has undergone a series of changes, and this process of change is the key to turning from bacteria into controllable Gu.

The people who can inherit the Gu technique have always been women, and they are called grass Gu women by the Miao people, and women who become grass Gu women cannot marry for life.

As for the toast Mabao who hurt him in Han Er's mouth, he is a man, at most he has Gu worms to protect himself, and he is definitely not a grass Gu woman who can refine Gu and control insects by inheriting Gu techniques.

Shang Biao recalled in his mind the information he knew about Gu techniques, and became more and more curious about the grass Gu woman behind Ma Bao.

However, he did not enter the county seat in front of him, nor did he rush to find the toast. Instead, he followed Han Er and first went to see the believers of the Son of Heaven who had built a fort in the nearby Danan Mountain.

After entering the mountain and walking a short distance, before reaching a valley, Shang Biao was led by Han Er through the gate made of a fan of logs, and saw a scene in full swing.

About five or six hundred people knelt down in front of the statue of the Son of Heaven in Yama, praying silently, with a reverent expression. There are also people who are building houses and doing what they can.

After just over 10 days of development, the number of believers has grown from a few hundred to more than 1,000. Of course, most of the new believers are old, weak, sick and disabled, but as long as they can provide faith, it doesn't matter.

Although Shang Biao instructed Han Er to carry out the elite route, it seemed that something had happened, otherwise he would not have violated his orders.

"Here in Miaojiang, the Han people are okay, the vast majority of Miao people, whether they are raw or mature, have their own different beliefs, which is very xenophobic."

Han Er pointed to the old and weak who were kneeling and praying on the side, building houses, and lighting fires to cook. Others, some of the able-bodied believers, trained in the open field, while others patrolled the area with bamboo spears in hand.

After seeing Shang Biao, some old believers recognized him and greeted him respectfully.

Shang Biao sensed it, and the power of faith in the statue had condensed into something substantial the size of a grain of millet.

When his mind was immersed in the statue, he seemed to be able to sense the thoughts of these believers, whether they were good or evil, what they wanted, and whether they truly believed.

Shang Biao tried to invoke a trace of faith and responded to an old woman who prayed for the healing of her illness.

As the light appeared, the old woman was stunned for a moment, and then felt that there was no more pain in her body.

Under the gaze of the others, chanting the name of the Yama Heavenly Son, he prostrated his head in gratitude. Not only herself, but also the faith of others became more religious.

Is it the only way to use it? Shang Biao thought to himself. After trying a few more times, he found that this power could not be used on himself, and he could not move the rice grains condensed by the power of faith.

It seems that I have time to call the snake out and ask how to use this power of faith, but this is not in a hurry, this power of faith is still too little.

After turning here, seeing that the sky was dark, Shang Biao and Han Er asked the direction of Miao Village where Ma Bao was located, and prepared to explore the details of the other party.

An hour later, the mountain wind was bitter, and there was a strange whimpering cry, which made people's hearts numb.

Shang Biao walked on the rugged mountain road, his steps were brisk, like an old mountain man who had accumulated for many years.

Traveling in the mountains at night is as simple as eating and drinking water for Shang Biao. This is also tempered when refining the ghost child, after all, some things that dig graves can only be done at night.

I don't know how long I walked, but when the moon was in the middle of the sky, a little light appeared in front of Shang Biao's eyes, which was very conspicuous in the darkness around the wheel cover.

The tall trees have also become sparse, and there are signs of human felling.

This is probably the Miao village where Mabao is located, Shang Biao did not enter rashly, but observed after approaching.

The cottage is surrounded by wooden walls, and a suspension bridge hangs in front of the gate. The overall layout is low in the front and high in the back, with a small stream flowing in front and hills in the back, which is a good place in terms of feng shui.

Shang Biao habitually analyzed it from the aspect of feng shui, and then found something unusual.

In the mountains and forests he had just walked through, all kinds of frogs and insects were calling one after another, but when he arrived near this cottage, it was extremely quiet, and he could hear the needles dropping.

Only the bright moonlight shines in the cottage, and you can clearly see the stilted buildings with similar appearances standing side by side.

After looking at it for a few more minutes, Shang Biao didn't find out the reason.

Out of confidence in his own strength, he didn't rub it any longer, and after approaching the wall, he jumped up, and after a few climbs, he entered the wall.

The moment he stepped into this cottage, Shang Biao suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart, as if he was being stared at from behind by something.

But when he turned around, he found nothing.

"Squeak~"

A grinding sound of opening the door came from directly in front of Shang Biao, attracting his attention.

"Han people, why did you break into my village late at night!"

A crisp voice floated out, and the speaker slowly stepped out of the shadows of the room, exposed to the bright moonlight.

The person who came was a woman in her thirties, dressed in Miao characteristic women's clothes, embroidered with the pattern of five poisons, and a silver phoenix hairpin inserted in her black bun.

Shang Biao had seen the Miao people in reality, and even if her skin was not dark, she was not as fair as this woman.

And on the woman's shoulder, crawled a thumb-thick, fat, golden worm.

Shang Biao's eyes stared at the insect, his pupils shrank sharply, and he understood in his heart how the other party found out.

It has seven rings, four wings on its back, and six legs on its belly.

It is exactly the same as the King of Ten Thousand Gu recorded in the classics, the Golden Silkworm Gu.

No wonder it can hurt Han Er, if it is the Golden Silkworm Gu, everything will make sense.

Silkworms are inherently good, and compared with the rest of the poisonous insects, they don't have attack power at all.

Refining with Gu art, changing its nature through mysterious bacteria, after cultivation, silkworms can also become very brutal.

After devouring the rest of the poisonous insects, the silkworms that can survive will mutate, and they will not invade and devour all poisons, which is only the most basic.

"White Lotus Sect, Shi Nan, didn't ask for advice?"

Hearing Shang Biao pull out the banner of the White Lotus Sect, the woman's face really changed slightly.

"Ma Zhu, even if you are a member of the White Lotus Sect and trespass into my village, you must give an explanation."

Although the woman who called herself Ma Zhu was a little jealous of the White Lotus Sect, her tone was still tough.

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