Chinese Although I had a hunch, I couldn't help but tremble when I knew the final answer.

When I was talking to the fat man Huang Mao before, I once talked about the totem of the island, the big snake.

Different from the totem worshiped by Dongtu, Dongtu worships the dragon, and the emperors of all dynasties have used the dragon as a totem, and the clothes worn by the emperor are called dragon robes, and the chairs are called dragon chairs, which are called the true dragon emperors.

Although the island is deeply influenced by the culture of the Eastern soil, the totem has never wavered, and their totem has always been a demon snake with eight heads, called the eight-headed snake.

There is no doubt that this is a very powerful being, a supreme demon god who intimidates one side and makes the islanders submit to its feet.

But it is such a thing, but in the historical record of the Eastern Earth Dharma, it is not a good kind. It has a name, it's called Xiangyi.

He is one of the last thirteen ancestral witches, and the water god is a subordinate of the co-worker. The era was before the Fuxi Heavenly God, and there is a very clear record of this.

Xiangyi, also known as Xiangliu, the body is the demon snake clan, worship under the command of the water god Gonggong, under the guidance of the Gonggong with witchcraft, out of the road of the dragon, and gradually grow out of nine heads, becoming its left and right hands.

Like the tyrannical and disaster-loving co-workers, they hate the human race, and everywhere they pass, they are all found to eat from their heads, and turn the land into swamps, and the water of the swamp becomes poisonous and undrinkable, so the places where Xiangliu goes have become a miasma of smoke, and only rats, ants and poisonous insects can survive.

After the Gonggong knocked down Buzhou Mountain, the remaining Wu clan disappeared without a trace, Xiang Xiang was abandoned because it was not a Wu clan, but it did not know how to converge and continued to endanger the world, the human race Dajie Yu Wang could not bear it, and suppressed it, and the two sides fought in the Yunmeng Swamp, Xiang Xiang was defeated, and was beheaded.

Later, under the mediation of the demon clan, Xiang Xiang saved his life and was exiled to the Fusang wilderness in the north of the East China Sea, which is now the island.

As a result, one of the nine-headed phases was cut off, and only eight heads remained, but its strength was still strong, turning its hands into clouds and covering its hands for rain, becoming the totem of the island for thousands of years to come, and it was honored as the eight-headed snake.

I am very concerned about the history of the end of the myth, and the origin of the Eight Miscellaneous Kings is naturally familiar. But what I can't be sure of is that the Eight Miscellaneous Kings want to go through the Age of Mythology to the current Age of the End of the Law for I don't know how many years, but he is still alive?

If that's the case, then it's completely comparable to the magic dragon. Because of the historical records in which it appeared, it was almost the same era as the Demon King, and it was also the Xianting period of the two generations of Fuxi Nuwa.

So when I heard Sai Yuer mention Xiangyi's name, my heart couldn't help but tremble, listening to her tone, it seemed that Xiangxiang, the king of the Eight Monsters, did not return to the dust, and was still alive.

"Is it still alive?" I asked hurriedly.

"It's not certain yet." Sai Yuer said, and then told me in detail what happened.

It turns out that the records of the Eight Princes in the Dharma Rites are all in the prehistoric era, and they have never been recorded again, and the Dharma Rites have almost determined that it cannot survive the passage of time, and the longevity has passed away after exhausting it in a certain period.

But just a week ago, a valley on the island that had been banned by the royal family for more than 2,000 years suddenly became demonic, as if it was about to destroy the world, and hundreds of people witnessed it, and there was a big snake in the demonic qi, with a total of eight heads, like the legendary Xiangyi.

That incident caused an entire village of people to disappear, and it was not known whether they were devoured by Xiangyi, or if they were sacrificed to appease Xiangyi, who had just woken up.

The island officials and the Dharma Priest tried their best to cover up the incident, but it still inevitably spread.

As a result, the Dharma began to re-discuss whether or not Xiang Xiang survived. The prevailing view now is that the nobles of the island have always had some form of connection with the Yaqi King, otherwise the Yaqi King would not have awakened in the place where they had banned him.

This is also the reason why Sai Yuer reminded me, after that incident, the Huamu family and the Saki family entered the eastern territory and rushed to the western frontier, and the purpose is unknown at present.

These two things are connected in series, and it is difficult to ensure that behind Saki and Hanaki Sakura, there is no shadow of the Eight Miscellaneous Kings.

I was speechless for a while

"How can this be, everything in the mythological era has returned to dust, and the strength of the relative is not top-notch, so it shouldn't be able to live to this day?"

"That's one of the reasons why I can't figure it out." Sai Yuer said, and said

"So don't act rashly until you figure it out, at present, this matter is only spreading in a small area among the high-level officials of the Dharma Practice, and very few people know about it, and I just got the news."

"Okay, I see." I didn't expect to make a phone call to Sai Yu'er, but I learned such amazing news.

After a few more words, he hung up the phone.

"What's the situation?" When Hu Lai, the yellow-haired fat man and others heard my words, they were already aroused by curiosity and surrounded them.

So I told the island about the awakening of the suspected Eight Monster King. Several people were shocked, Cao Nan was the most direct, and slapped the steering wheel and burst into foul language

", it's really fake, that Rausch eight-fold snake, still alive?"

"It shouldn't be, it's been such a long time, and it's still the end of the law, how can it survive?" Huang Mao scratched his head and said again

"Could it be that it also learns from the demon dragon and slashes itself? But the problem is that it and the demon dragon are not at the same level at all. ”

"It is said that the thousand-year-old king is 80,000 years old, the magic dragon is a god, a kind of turtle, carrying the merits of the fairy mountain, and surviving to this day in the case of self-slashing, it is a blessing, and it is understandable; But this is an evil existence, how can He De live to this day? Hu Lai was also extremely surprised, and he couldn't believe it.

We looked at each other, then turned our gazes to the fat man. When it comes to knowledge, we don't have as much as he combined.

"It's weird, it doesn't make sense." The fat man was suspicious, and he muttered for a while before saying

"If Xiang Xiang is still alive, then the only possibility is that the witch god has granted it the secret method of longevity, otherwise it is impossible."

"The secret method of the witch clan?" Hu Lai was surprised.

"The Eight Strange Kings Xiangxiang is a subordinate of the Witch God Gonggong, and he was later expelled from the Eastern Soil and exiled to the wild land of Fusang, after the Witch God Gonggong broke the Buzhou Mountain, he knew that he was deeply sinful, and disappeared with the remnants of the Wu Clan, and it is possible that before leaving, he taught the longevity of the Wu Clan." The fat man nodded and said

"Of course, this is just speculation, the most important thing at the moment is to determine whether the Eight Miscellaneous Kings are really still alive."

"The Wu clan has the art of longevity?" I asked, curious about this.

"Yes, although the Wu clan is a sub-god clan, it has a unique feature, there are many secret methods, it is the spirit of the ancient gods of the creation of the world, there are twelve ancestors at the beginning, and they have survived from the barbarian era to the late stage of the mythological era to break the Buzhou Mountain, and the longevity is shocking, which can be called immortal." The fat man said.

I nodded, yes. The Twelve Ancestral Witches have existed since the creation of Pangu, and they have gone through the entire mythological era, from the first tribulation of the Dragon and Han Dynasty to the Lich Tribulation, to the end of the wilderness, the opening of the Immortal Court, and finally to the beginning of the end of the law, they have completely disappeared from the world.

Moreover, witchcraft is known as the sect of all laws in the world. The reason why the human race was able to go to the top and overwhelm the demon clan was that it was taken refuge by the Wu clan, and it was okay to say that it could be annexed, and the Wu Sect system was gradually formed in the transaction with the Wu clan, and it has continued to this day.

"If that thing is really the Eight Miscellaneous Kings, I'm afraid there will be some turmoil in the future, it is in the era of mythology, at most it is a fierce demon, but old and not dead to this day, the strength will inevitably be earth-shattering, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary ghost kings." The fat man said.

My scalp suddenly went numb, Xiang Xiang was already a murderous thing, eight heads, it was not easy to feed it.

The most important thing is that it was cut off a head and then exiled to the wilderness of the island, and once this resentment occurs, it will not be able to kill back to the east.

If that's the case, then who in the world can stop it? Thinking of this possibility, I can't help but feel a chill down my spine, do you expect the Sect Tribunal?

We all thought of this possibility, and we were all silent for a while. For a long time, Huang Mao said

"Don't think about it so much yet, after all, this matter is just a shadow, whether it is still inconclusive, besides, even if the sky falls, there are still Daomen and Buddhism, they will not sit idly by," I nodded, I can only think like this for now.

Speaking of which, I suddenly felt that the trip to Faming Temple should be put on the agenda as soon as possible and could not be postponed any longer. At least we have to know how much strength Buddhism still has to circulate to this day, and how many times it can be carried in the face of the possible invasion of ancient demons.

Suddenly hearing this bad news, we were all a little worried, and the rest of the journey couldn't help but be silent.

Some people may say that this is unfounded, the sun will rise tomorrow as usual, the world is very safe, wash and sleep.

But what I want to say is that the longer I have been in the practice of the Dharma, the more I have experienced and learned, and the more I understand a truth.

Survival has never been a low-hanging fruit. It is a luxury, but a quiet life paralyzes the nerves of most people, and there is not enough awareness of the crisis.

Now the Terrans are in the so-called

The era of "modern civilization" is complacent, lacking a basic intellectual curiosity about the past and the future, and blindly covering it up.

The conditions that sustain all of this are too harsh, and they can face great upheaval and even catastrophe at any time, and the Terrans lack this resilience.

…… A day later, we arrived in the town. The liaison station of the Dharma Shop is a quaint hotel, although it is not large, but it has a unique charm.

Sai Yu'er told us to rest here, and she tried to contact the Iron Head Buddha and let me know as soon as there was news. We stayed, cleaned the dust that had been crawling in the desert for more than ten days, and filled our hungry stomachs beautifully.

The six people opened their stomachs and ate seas, especially the big bear, the strong man ate a large amount of food, and swallowed three lambs alone, and I don't know how the stomach can be so filled.

After that, it was three days, and I gradually became a little anxious, and for various reasons, I could no longer postpone my visit to Faming Temple.

It wasn't until the fourth day that Sai Yu'er finally came to the news, saying that the Iron Head Buddha had replied to the news, saying that I should go to a place called Lingfeng Mountain in the north of Qinghai to find a monk named Mingyuan, where he would take me to Faming Temple.

She couldn't say the specifics, so I went and watched it again. Hanging up the phone, I immediately looked up the information of that place, and found that there are no mountains and rivers there, even Lingfeng Mountain, which is only a provincial-level natural scenic spot, not to mention how majestic.

Hu Lai, the yellow-haired fat man and others were also there, and they couldn't say clearly, so they asked me to set off immediately. Sai Yuer said let me go alone.

So I drove to Qinghai. All the way, when I found Lingfeng Mountain in 30,000 taels, it was three days later.

I inquired all the way, and finally found out that the monk Mingyuan often made a fortune in a small town. Find a small town, it is better to say that it is a town, it is more like a larger mountain village, very remote kind, full of black stones, it is difficult to see a few patches of green all over the mountains, very desolate.

This makes me puzzled, Faming Temple would be in such a place where birds don't? But I was very sure that I was not wrong, so I went into the village, and when I found Monk Mingyuan, I was surprised again.

This is a monk, just a beggar! …… Cat flutter Chinese