I didn't react for a while.

"Zhang Zhenshan's human skin, give it to me." The old shaman repeated.

I reached out and grabbed the bag of my backpack on my shoulder, and that's what I was doing.

"You...... Who are you? I looked at the old shaman in amazement.

"The thing on that human skin is what I gave to your uncle back then." The old shaman said with a blank face.

I shook my head, in the story that the uncle told me, the one who gave the skin to the man was clearly a Taoist priest riding a black donkey.

"I am the Taoist priest, who was traveling in your Central Plains at that time, and deliberately dressed up like that in order to avoid attracting attention." The old shaman said.

I still didn't believe it, but after thinking about it, I thought that this old shaman should not have lied to me.

Invite something to the uncle's back and make him the mountain king of Tashan, at the cost of changing numerology and killing the relatives around him.

Where is this terrifying infiltrating method like Taoism? Taoism pays attention to inaction, and will not forcibly change one's life against the sky like this, using human skin as a medium to cast spells, but it is indeed like shamanic witchcraft.

But I was still a little unsure, and I went to the old shaman one by one to match the details of the incident back then, and then I completely believed the old shaman.

"Then I want to ask you, all the murals in this underground palace are all painted by you alone, who have lived here for so many years?" I looked at the old shaman.

The old shaman blinked and said yes.

I was puzzled and asked him how he did it, especially the main hall here, on the four walls, the four murals that were so large that they were exaggerated, were really painted with one stroke?

The old shaman shook his head and said that you don't have to use a pen to paint.

"What's that for?" I asked.

At this moment, I suddenly heard an extremely noisy sound, the kind of "humming" sound I heard before entering this hall.

Then, as I watched, a swarm of large, exaggerated flying insects flew over and hovered around the old shaman.

"As you can see." The old shaman said.

I stared wide-eyed at the group of flying insects, all of them should be the size of two fists, pale white-green throughout, the mouthparts and the spines at the end of the tail were all thin and long, with black markings on the back, and eyes, nose and mouth, like human facial features.

This strange-looking human face worm had goosebumps on my arm when I saw it, but I suddenly thought that this human face worm was the soul-eating sting bee recorded in the "Great Wilderness North Classic" of the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

"In the great wilderness, there are mountain names that are not sentenced, there are Kunyan, stinging bees, with human faces on their backs, feeding on corpses, and drowning in five colors."

According to the records of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the stinging bee is a strange insect that eats the soul of the dead, and can also secrete colorful bee drowning.

"And who are you?" I couldn't help but ask.

The old shaman still shook his head and said, "Just a beekeeper." ”

I don't believe it, his identity is so simple.

Since the beginning of the disaster in our village since 59, it is completely due to him, and why did he, a shaman in the northwest frontier region, travel thousands of miles to Tashan, which is located in the interior of the Central Plains, and still live in seclusion under the deep mountains and old forests for more than 40 years?

What's more, the demon fairy who made our village about to be in trouble, the so-called three-eyed and five-tailed woman, was painted on the wall of the underground palace where he lived.

I vaguely feel that this old shaman may be the culprit of everything, and even if he is not, he is also an insider.

At this time, although I had already taken out the bamboo tube containing the skin of the uncle from my backpack, I did not hand it to the old shaman.

The old shaman saw my hesitation, and said expressionlessly: "With my means, if I want to deceive this thing in your hand, I don't need to cheat it, just kill you and take it by force." ”

Hearing this, my body suddenly became a spirit.

He was right, with his means, from the moment I and the little spear stepped into the dungeon, we didn't meet him, and we were always pinched in the palm of his hand.

If he wants to get rid of what I have, he can just kill me, and there is no need to get me here to meet him.

Moreover, I am also curious about how his previous methods, which controlled the growth of walls, sealed and trapped people, and drove the murals to attack people.

I just handed him the bamboo tube, thinking that if I cooperated with him obediently, I would be able to ask something from his mouth immediately.

When the old shaman took the bamboo, he glanced at me casually, but I shivered again.

This shaman old man, his aura is too strong, giving people an unfathomable feeling, his gestures, and the tone of his speech are all that kind of undoubted imperial spirit.

"Did your uncle regret it before he died?" The old shaman asked.

I smiled wryly and said that my uncle probably regretted it all the time until he died.

"Oh, that makes sense, too." The old shaman said expressionlessly.

Then the old shaman took the bamboo tube and walked towards an ear room on the right side of the main hall, completely ignoring me as I stood there.

I felt that the old shaman's temper was too strange, but I still had a lot of questions that I wanted to get out of his mouth.

I trotted up to him and asked, "Can I ask you some questions?" ”

"What's the problem?"

"For example, what is my uncle carrying, that is, what is on this human skin?"

"It's God." The old shaman didn't even look at me.

This shaman is indeed concise and to the point, but if he doesn't explain it clearly, he doesn't fucking say it.

"It's more troublesome to explain in detail, but I want to ask you a question first, do you think there is a god in this world?" The old shaman asked.

I pondered for a moment and said I didn't believe it.

Even along the way, I have experienced a lot of events that cannot be explained by my always materialistic worldview, and I have seen all the evil methods of the spirits, ghosts, immortals, and evil laws.

But I don't believe that there is a God in this world.

I only believe what I've seen with my own eyes.

And I haven't seen God with my own eyes, just because of that.

What's more, if there really are gods in this world, where are they? Like in myths and legends, living in the heavenly palace?

But I looked up at the sky every night, and there was only the atmosphere and the stars in the sky, and there was no heavenly palace where the gods lived.

"It's good, it's good to have respect for the unknown, but not to believe in legends, to trust your own judgment, but not to believe the rumors of others."

The old shaman nodded appreciatively and said two "very good" in a row.

I looked at him, and he seemed to be satisfied with my answer, and his expression was not as tense as before, as if he was a little interested in talking to me.

"You just said that you have studied the astrological arts, so do you know that in the "Five Stars", the discussion of immortals?" The shaman asked.

I nodded, "Five Stars Zhan" is a copy of a silk book, which is a work of the Qin and Han dynasties, and is said to have been written by the star officials of various dynasties.

At that time, from the emperor and the general to the common people, all of them were superstitious about witchcraft, but the star official could get a glimpse of the mystery of the universe, and the essence of the connection with all things in the world, and the so-called gods and goddesses were more advanced and profound.

In "Five Star Occupation", there are only six words for the discussion of immortals: "Immortals have no body, and gods are formless." ”

These words are also concise and to the point, and at first glance, it sounds like they didn't say anything about it.

But after careful consideration, there is some truth, whether it is a human immortal, an earth immortal, or a demon immortal, they are all cultivated to break away from the original body and become immortals.

And God is invisible, it can be understood that God has no appearance, there are many people who have seen immortals, and no one has seen God with their own eyes, even if they have seen it, they are all in the so-called dreams, in a state of mental confusion, in a word, God only exists in people's hearts, even if God really exists, it is not in the same dimension as the world where people live.

The old shaman looked at me with a smile on his face.

"What you say makes a lot of sense, so I'm going to break your original worldview and let you see with your own eyes that God exists." The old shaman said.

Immediately, the old shaman took out the uncle's human skin from the bamboo tube, shook it open, and put it in front of my eyes.

I was so frightened that I hurriedly closed my eyes and said that if I didn't see it clearly, I would die?

I accidentally looked at it a few times last time, and I almost died.

"That's the wrong way you see it." The old shaman said.

Then, the old shaman pressed my shoulder.

"Kneel down, look at it with your eyebrows low, and you'll be fine."

My heart thumped, and I remembered the first mural I saw when I first entered the underground palace, and the countless white-clothed people on the mural were all in this way, looking at the animal skin scroll in the hands of the shaman priest on the altar. ()

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