By the moment the man shouted these words, it was already too late, and I had already run down the altar, and I was hurriedly wiping the blood from my body

Turning back to look at the man, he was about seventy years old, his face was wrinkled, the corners of his eyes drooped to the sides, he was holding a wooden cane, he was wearing a sackcloth clothes, and his whole body was unusually thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down

Isn't this the old man in sackcloth in the picture of the ghost eye's prophecy?

Shouldn't he be in the place of the altar? How can it appear in the opposite position?

In the prediction picture of the ghost eye, it is the old man in sackcloth who is really sitting on the altar, and the position where the old man in sackcloth is standing at this moment should be where I am, but now the positions of the two of us are just reversed, which is exactly the opposite of the scene predicted by the ghost eye

Could it be that the mysterious power in this canyon can fight against the prediction of the ghost eye?

Thinking about the two ends of the cave, one for the day and the other for the night, maybe there is really this possibility

The old man in sackcloth, stepping on the slender single-plank bridge at this moment, walked slowly over with a long beard and a gray color, and walked in front of me, he did not say much, but stared at me intently for a long time

To be honest, even though he was old, seventy or eighty, I really saw the flame in his eyes, not the kind of flame that actually burned, but the kind of look that resembled a flame

His eyes are very bright, and it can be said that his gaze is like a torch, kneeling and begging for a hundred bows

You, hey, the old man in Mai wanted to say something twice, but his fingers pointed at me tremblingly, and after pointing for a long time, he didn't say a word

At this moment, he sat cross-legged on the octagonal altar, put his cane aside and sat in the middle of the altar so intently, and the next scene made me completely stunned

The huge stone sculpture of the sheep's head above his head was still dripping with blood, but when it dripped onto the old man's body, it slid down his hair and onto the sackcloth he was wearing, and the blood could not soak his clothes, so it flowed down his sackcloth into the blood grooves on all sides of the altar

After about ten minutes, the blood in the sheep's head stopped flowing, and the old man in Mai slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the blood troughs in all directions, and let out a long sigh, but he didn't say anything else, but picked up his crutches, got up tremblingly, and left

The old-timer I shouted, and quickly rushed over to help him, but he didn't refuse me, so he let me support him all the way to the river

I asked: "Old-timer, what's going on with this sheep's head altar?"

It's okay if I don't speak, but when I speak, the old man in Mai immediately became angry, and at this moment he scolded me with his head and face: What did you say? This is the idol of the King of the Sheep and the Sheep to be disrespectful, be careful that the King of the Sheep accepts you

He was so angry that his whole body trembled, I really didn't know that I could make him angry like this by casually saying a sheep's head altar, so he quickly nodded and said: What the old-timers said is, what the old-timers said

After he had calmed down his anger, we stood by the single-plank bridge, and I asked tentatively: "Senior, why is there blood on the idol of the King of the Goat?"

The anger of the old man in Mai had already subsided, and he said lightly at this moment: Because the King of the Goat is a flesh-and-blood god, protecting this prairie, protecting all the cattle, horses and sheep, and growing strongly, it is the patron saint of the grassland for thousands of years

I scratched my head and thought: I have never heard of the King of the Goat, and there has never been this character in history, and there are many famous people on the steppe, Genghis Khan Temujin, Kublai Khan, these are all celebrities

But I thought so in my heart, I didn't dare to ask such a question again, this old man has a strange temper, and his laughter is invisible, so to speak, he will be angry when he gets angry, and there is absolutely no pause

I said, "Senior, why are you in this canyon?"

He put his cane on the ground and said: I am the sixty-first guardian of the King of the Goat, and the people of our family have been guarding here for generations

This old man in Mai spoke very straight, without any twists and turns, and directly called me a fool

I scratched my head and said, "Well, my friends often call me stupid too."

The old man in Mai almost fell to the ground and said, "No wonder, you can see it, you are a complete fool, you know?" The King of the Goats has not sacrificed the blood of the King of the Goats for hundreds of years

I didn't speak, the old man in Mai continued: And I haven't seen outsiders for more than fifty years, and today I saw the blood of the King of the Goats sacrificing a symbol of the supreme guardian power, and I appeared.

At this point, the old man in Mai was silent, obviously still accusing me of being a fool

I admit I'm stupid, but there's no way, it's already happened, and there's no point in going on I said: Old-timer, there are a lot of Mongolian carvings near the King of the Goat, can you understand it?

What is recorded above is that the king of the sheep helped the people of the grassland, established tribes, and protected the livestock, and under the protection of the king of the sheep, the people of the grassland lived a very happy and prosperous life

I was stunned for a moment, and thought to myself: Something is wrong, Ulihan told me that the Mongolian text on it is carved about the deeds of the great wizard of Bileg, and when it comes to the mouth of this old man in sackcloth, how did it become the story of the King of the Goat?

Is there a man who is telling a lie?

I stared at the old man in sackcloth, and asked tentatively: "Senior, how can I make the King of the Goat sacrifice blood again?"

The old man in Mai looked sideways at me, and a look of hatred appeared on his face and said: Sacrifice blood again? What are you the king of the goats? Can I sacrifice blood to you casually?

I sighed heavily, and didn't say anything else

The old man in sackcloth paused for a moment, and said to me: In this way, you go back to the original route, I am waiting for you here, and when you leave the sight of the King of the Goat, and then return, if possible, maybe the King of the Goat will sacrifice blood again, after all, you young man has a pure soul

I hummed, and immediately walked towards the other end of the single-plank bridge, and as soon as I crossed the single-plank bridge, the old man in Mai said again: By the way, don't look back when you go, remember

Although I didn't understand what the old man in Mai meant, I still gave a heavy sigh of gratitude, and walked towards the jungle canopy, trampling on the weeds, I said in my heart that good people are really rewarded, although they have temporarily lost contact with the second master, but they have met the family heir who guards the statue of the king of the sheep, and it is good luck

When I walked into the jungle completely, I walked for about twenty minutes, and I felt that I would definitely not see the idol of the King of the Goat at this time, after all, after shuttling in the jungle for so long, I don't know how many towering trees I crossed, I must have already covered my vision

Looking back, sure enough, there are lush weeds behind him, and the leaves in the jungle, although they have not experienced the sun all year round, are still growing very luxuriantly, which is particularly amazing

After walking for about ten minutes, I crossed the jungle and saw the stone wall carved with the King of the Goat, and in front of the stone wall, there was still the small river, and there was still a slender single-plank bridge on the river, but the old man in sackcloth had disappeared

So I walked along the bridge, and when I came to the bottom of the altar, I thought to myself, this time, I must sit on it with a firm heart

The moment I sat cross-legged in the center of the altar, sure enough, blood fell on the top of my head again, I was ecstatic, this time the King of the Goat was willing to give me the blood that symbolizes the guardian power, it seems that this trip to the north is still very smooth, and when I finish absorbing the guardian power, I will hurry to find the second master and them

But just as the first drop of blood fell on the top of my head, suddenly the voice of the old man in Mai came from behind me, and he shouted loudly: Little one, danger hurry up and leave this altar, this time the blood sacrificed by the King of Sheep has changed its strength

I was startled, and hurriedly ran down the altar, and the old man strode at the moment, completely lost the old man's weak appearance and ran over, and without saying a word, sat cross-legged in the middle of the altar

I was stunned for a moment and asked: "Senior, the blood of the King of the Goat has changed, what are you doing sitting on it?"