I took the ancient book from the high priest's hand, and after reading a few pages casually, I threw it into the brazier and watched as the fire burned the ancient book to ashes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Obviously he is an ordinary man, and he still wants to be compared with God, but after all, he is still a fool's dream, and he relies on these tricks to deceive people, and a clown who jumps off the beam dares to claim to be the king."

"No, it's not ......," said the high priest, looking down timidly.

"What? Even you, the high priest, believe in the witch king who deceives the people with evil words? I stared at him and asked coldly.

"Of course I don't believe it, but ......," the high priest buried his head lower, and his voice was like a mosquito's groan. However, during the period when the Witch Gu King ruled the descendants of Jiuli, even the priests believed in him, and there was a reason. ”

"What is the reason?"

"It is said that the Witch King can communicate with the gods and convey the will of the gods on behalf of the gods." The high priest said.

"The ancestral god has not appeared in the demon kingdom for a long time, since the ancestral god has suddenly disappeared, how can the witch Gu king communicate with the god?" Gong Jue asked in surprise.

"This is also the reason why the Witch Gu King can rule the descendants of Jiuli, and judging from the records that have been handed down, the Witch Gu really has such an ability."

"Jokes, he dares to betray the ancestral gods, blasphemous people actually dare to say that they pass on the will of the gods, how brainless are you?" I asked angrily.

"Why have you been angry about this recently, you now know about the blasphemy and betrayal of the Witch Gu King, but the descendants of Jiuli at that time didn't know it." The palace lord tugged at the corner of my coat and told me not to be impatient, and then asked the high priest. "What is the reason that makes the descendants of Jiuli believe that the Witch Gu King has the ability to communicate with the gods?"

"When the Witch Gu King is delivering the divine will, the voice of the gods will sound, but it is definitely not what the Witch Gu King said, in front of all the believers, the voice seems to come out of thin air." The high priest replied.

"Did the voice come out of nowhere without warning, but there's no way to know where it came from?" I was taken aback and asked.

"Yes, that's it, like the whisper of the gods, solemn and solemn, it must not be deceitful, and every time the witch king delivers the divine decree, it is at the altar of the hidden capital, which is a very empty place, and the voice of the god echoes in the altar."

"The Altar of the Hidden Capital? Yes, what place? Ye Jiuqing asked.

"I don't know, it is said that in the heyday of the Witch King, he had an altar built by believers, and the Witch King lived in the secluded capital all year round, but he never accepted the worship and pilgrimage of believers, and would only summon believers when he needed to deliver the divine will." The high priest replied with a shake of his head.

My brows furrowed even tighter, and the corners of my mouth squirmed: "Could it be that the Witch King can really communicate with the gods......"

"Didn't you always sneer at the Witch Gu King before, why did you suddenly believe in such a thing?" Everyone else looked at me in amazement.

They should actually be surprised, but they have lost all their memories of the Temple of the Ancestral God, when we learned of the existence of the Temple of the Ancestral God, we once went to a village of the descendants of Jiuli, where we saw an old man with white hair, dressed in a big red robe, holding a copper bell in one hand and a willow scarf in the other, and chanting words in his mouth.

Later I learned that the old man was also a priest, and I can still remember his appearance, and when he raised his head, in the flickering light of the fire, I saw the old man's face full of ditch wrinkles, as if every one was full of mystery.

The old man's eyes in the firelight revealed a chilling paleness, and he couldn't see the pupils at all, as if a white membrane was covering them, and the whole room looked particularly eerie against the backdrop of the ghosts and gods behind him.

We learned from the priest about the temple of the ancestral gods, but when we asked about the temple of the ancestral gods, the priest refused to tell us.

In his bones, like the high priest in front of him, he had the indomitable will of the Jiuli people and the hatred of the descendants of Yan and Huang, and he knew that he couldn't ask anything more from his mouth, but just when we were about to leave.

Suddenly I heard a high-pitched and low voice from the room, and I still remember what had happened at that time, and when the voice sounded, the priest who was sitting cross-legged on the ground suddenly changed his face, and bowed respectfully on the stake behind him, looking pious and humble, and his head was slammed against the ground.

The sound that echoed in the room was thick and deep, but I was sure it wasn't coming from the mouths of the people in the room, and at that time, we all thought that someone was pretending to be a ghost, and rushed outside the house to look, and found that there was a low slope with an unobstructed view all around, and under the moonlight we could be sure that there was no one outside the house at all.

The sound came from the house, but when we returned in surprise, everyone's mouths were closed, but the sound did not stop.

The red-robed priest humbly worshiped the stake, and the fierce spirits on it glared angrily, looking down at everyone in the room majestically.

At first, the palace lord thought that there was someone in the stake, but later the palace lord determined that the stake was carved from a whole tree, but the width was definitely not enough to hide a person.

But it was from there that the voice came, to be exact, from the mouth of the god carved out of the stake, and it was the voice of the god that told us that it was the one chosen by God, and it was because of this that the priest told us the location of the temple of the ancestral gods.

For a long time, I didn't understand how that voice appeared, at that time I didn't know that there really were twelve ancestral gods, but now when I heard the priest talk about the witch king, I realized that we might have really heard the voice of the ancestral god at that time.

Could it be that the Witch King really has the ability to communicate with the gods?

But after thinking about it, he quickly denied this conjecture, maybe what we heard in that wooden house was indeed the voice of the ancestral god, but what the Witch Gu King conveyed was definitely not a divine decree.

The ancestral god disappeared in the twin cities of the demon kingdom, and only then did he have the later Eye of the Earth, Ziwei Twelve Generals is the divine envoy of the Ancestral God, and the Eye of the Earth is completing the task of finding the Nine Dragons of the Moon Palace and the lost artifact for the Ancestral God, this is an imminent matter, and it is impossible for the Eye of the Earth to have time to bewitch the Jiuli people who have lost their effect.

It can be seen that the Witch Gu King has nothing to do with the Eye of the Earth, and at the same time, since the Eye of the Earth is the divine envoy of the ancestral god, even if there is really a divine decree to be transmitted, it should be completed by the Eye of the Earth, not the Witch King of Blasphemy and Betrayal.

The sound that echoed at the altar of the Nether Capital should have another hidden meaning, but it definitely wouldn't be the voice of the ancestral god, but the two things are connected, and I always feel that there is some kind of connection between them.

"High Priest, since the Witch Gu King has divinity, and has mastered the strange witch and the recreated Gu poison, how long has he ruled the descendants of Jiuli?" Xue Xinrou suddenly asked very seriously.

"Fifty-two years." The high priest didn't even think about blurting it out.

"You, why do you remember so clearly?" Xue Xinrou looked at the high priest in surprise.

"Because the priestly inheritance of the Miao people has never been interrupted, the only time is the period when the Wu Gu King ruled the descendants of Jiuli, no more, no less, just fifty-two years."

"I also have some research on the religious culture of ethnic minorities, since in the history of Jiuli, there has been such a witch Gu king, and the reign time is not short, why is there no record?" Xue Xinrou continued to ask.

"The descendants of Jiuli are different from the Han people, the Han people have history books, no matter how many are true or false, they can always record some, but the inheritance of the descendants of Jiuli all depends on the priests, there is no documentary record, even if there is, it is in the language of the priests, and there are very few who can understand it." The high priest replied calmly.

"Could it be that in the inheritance, the priests after the Witch King deliberately erased this history?!" The palace lord suddenly realized and asked.

The High Priest nodded.

"The Witch Gu King was at that time, where and where he was in the right place, why would the priests behind him want to wipe out everything related to him?" Tian Ji asked seriously.

"As I said before, the period of the reign of the Witch Gu King was also the darkest period in the history of Jiuli, and in the eyes of the priest in charge of the inheritance, that bloody history should not be known to later generations."

"Bloody?" I asked, stunned. "What the hell is going on?"

The high priest's voice told us: "When the Witch Gu King was at the altar of Youdu, he never left there, he stayed at the altar all year round, and he didn't care about anything, he didn't do anything, no one led the Jiuli descendants to sacrifice during that time, and the priest's duties were useless. ”

"They have all become witch Gu kings, what are you doing in the altar?" Tian Ji asked blankly.

I suddenly remembered the mural I had seen in the tomb, and if I was not mistaken, the place depicted in the mural was the Altar of the Hidden Capital.

"He is called a witch Gu by believers, and Gu things have been prevalent since that time, haven't you noticed that the witch Gu king actually does the same thing as the ancestral god?" I said with a grim face.

"Everywhere is the same?" The others asked in unison.

After the ancestral god appeared in the demon kingdom, he did not track down the whereabouts of the Nine Dragons Boat of the Moon Palace, but stayed in the demon kingdom.

The Witch Gu King did not hesitate to betray the gods, because he got the witch left by the ancestral god, the Miao witch we met in Dunan once said that there are only two kinds of people who are not afraid of Gu poison, one is of course the ancestral god, and the other is the witch Gu King who created Gu poison from the first generation of witches.

Speaking of this, I subconsciously glanced at the brazier, the ancient book that had been burned to ashes.

Ye Jiuqing may have noticed my gaze, and suddenly his mouth suddenly opened: "The Witch Gu King, like the Ancestral God, is researching and creating new strange witches!" ”

"That's right, the Witch Gu King used the strange witch left by the god at the altar of the Hidden Capital, and did everything to develop it, although it failed in the end, the Witch Gu King still created the Gu." The High Priest nodded and said.

I suddenly raised my head slowly, I didn't dare to develop a witch for any reason in the Demon Kingdom, but I can be sure that in the end, the Ancestral God succeeded, and it was precisely for this reason that the Witch Gu King was driven to make a desperate bet and not hesitate to betray the Ancestral God to be similar, which shows that what the Ancestral God did in the Demon Kingdom was extraordinary, so that it was difficult for the Witch Gu King with such a firm belief to resist.

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