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In the next few days, Ling Xian stayed in the Jiuli Clan, during which Zhu Yulan came several times to diagnose his injuries and formulate a medical plan, and then, slowly using acupuncture and moxibustion, combined with the Chinese medicine soup bath to warm up, the combination of the two, Ling Xian's limbs finally had a little sense.

On the third day, the Jiuli tribe finally completed the final preparations for prayer, and the healing of the veins and veins was temporarily suspended.

In a secret room, Ling Xianduan was sitting in a wheelchair, and around him, there were three people, two of whom were Xia Sangju sisters, and one was an old man.

This old man has white hair, the wrinkles on his face are like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, his eyes are very narrow, and he has to poke his head out when he looks at people, he looks very old, and he is presbyopia, but he does not wear reading glasses.

Xia Sangju solemnly introduced the old man: "This is the old ancestor of Jiuli, a living fossil, already over the age of Shuangjia, and a highly respected wizard of Jiuli, the old ancestor can pray for you, you are a blessing that you have cultivated in several lifetimes......"

Ling Xian was taken aback, he was over the age of Shuangjia, the first was sixty, and the Shuangjia was one hundred and twenty, this old man actually lived so long!

It's just that he looks like he's going to leave at any time, can he really pray for three days and three nights?

"How can the boy be virtuous? The great grace of the ancestors, the kid is toothless and unforgettable! ”

Ling Xian thanked him seriously, and the old ancestor looked at him carefully for a long time, and said with a smile: "In that case, can you kid promise me a condition?" ”

"Ancestor, please speak." Although Ling Xian felt strange, he didn't dare not be.

The old ancestor nodded and said: "I use the technique of turtle shell divination to occupy a hexagram, I am afraid that there will be a disaster in Jiuli in the future, if you have spare strength, you must do your best to help, how about it?" ”

"Jiuli's matter is my business, ancestor and rest assured."

Ling Xian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, fortunately he didn't let him hand over the Xuanmen Witchcraft Sutra, otherwise he really didn't know what to do.

As for this matter, it couldn't be simpler, if you have the spare power, you will definitely help, not to mention that Xia Rongrong and Xia Qiongyao are all good friends, and if their family has something, how can they stand by and watch.

"Alright, now let's start praying."

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The prayer lasted for three days and three nights, and no one knew what the prayer process was like except for Ling Xian and the three great wizards who prayed.

Wu people pray, its history is extremely long, far in ancient times, Chiyou era, prayer has been, at that time science and technology were backward, even bronze has not appeared, medicine is still in the embryonic state, the life span of the ancient people is very short, and they have to suffer from birth, old age, and disease.

Because of this, the Wu clan slowly developed the art of prayer, prayer, in fact, is to pray for blessings, to pray to the heavens, to ask the heavens to send blessings, to get rid of plagues, diseases and disasters.

When a member of the clan is seriously ill and the treatment is ineffective, the shamans will perform prayers, and after casting a spell, in many cases, the patient can often be cured quickly.

Ling Xianzhong's Dirty Blood Curse, to put it simply, the bloodline was cursed and turned into the most poisonous blood!

The curse is also derived from witchcraft, in fact, it is the opposite of the prayer, the so-called heaven and earth are born, yin and yang are divided, the righteous are yang, the evil is yin, and the kind pray to the heavens, gods, and ancestors, which is a prayer.

At the cost of something precious to oneself, to swear a poisonous oath to the heavens, gods, and ancestors, and ask for the power of the underworld to bring disaster to it, it is a curse.

Prayer does not cost anything, it only requires a pious heart, as well as the cultivation power of the wizard himself, but the curse is different, because it is too vicious and contrary to the way of heaven, so it must be punished, and the reduction of life span is one of them.

Because of this, the power of prayer is slow and gentle, and the power of curse is fast and violent.

Because prayer is closely related to the curse, Xia Sangju thought of using the technique of prayer to restrain the curse, which is like Wen Feng spent 10 million to ask the killer to kill Ling Xian, and the killer had a relative who befriended Ling Xian and interceded for Ling Xian.

In this case, because the killer has professional ethics, he has to kill Ling Xian, but because of the intercession of his relatives, he will retreat to the next best thing, kill or kill, but let him live for a while longer, and he will eventually be killed.

Xia Qiongyao and the others were quite anxious, although they were very confident in the technique of prayer, but the Stained Blood Curse was also very powerful, and it was really difficult to say whether they could successfully suppress the Stained Blood Curse.

Finally, the prayer of the last day ended, at this time it was dusk, the sky was getting dark, and when the door of the secret room was opened, Xia Qiongyao and the others quickly greeted them, but the next facts made them extremely sad and difficult to accept.

I saw the old ancestor lying quietly on the ground, his face was peaceful, and he seemed to have a smile on his face, but his eyes were closed, and Xia Sangju and Xia Qingju were both kneeling in front of him, with a sad look on their faces.

Ling Xian sat in a wheelchair, also crying with grief, Xia Qiongyao and the others walked in quietly, with a faint foreboding in their hearts, only to feel that their hearts seemed to contract.

"Grandma, ancestor he, why is he lying on the ground......" Xia Qiongyao asked in a trembling voice.

Xia Qingju hid her face and cried: "Yaoyao, the old ancestor immortal has passed away, come and send him off......"

"Ancestor ......"

The sound of grief and sorrow completely resounded throughout the Jiuli clan, and the ancestor who lived for the years of Shuangjia and was the living fossil of Jiuli actually left, and since then, no one in Jiuli can feel his voice and smile!

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No one knows what happened to the prayer, according to Xia Sangju, at the end of the prayer, the ancestor had run out of oil, but he walked peacefully, without regrets, and that was enough!

People can't escape death, the death of the ancestors, in fact, is a kind of joy and mourning, although everyone is very reluctant, but still have to happily bless the ancestors.

The funeral was very grand, it lasted for a whole month, during which all the people of the Jiuli clan came back, and the Shudu side had stabilized, Ling Xian explained to Yang Zi again, and at the same time warned Bao Yu that Wumen did not dare to act rashly.

Although Xia Sangju repeatedly declared that the ancestor was willing, many clansmen still blamed Ling Xian for his death......

Even, some clansmen are still dissatisfied with Xia Qiongyao and Xia Rongrong, it was they who brought Ling Xian back, Ling Xian is a plague god and disaster!

In this regard, Ling Xian was silent, although he felt a little uncomfortable, but he did not blame these clansmen, after all, the old ancestor did die for him, and he could only use silence to deal with the anger of the Jiuli clansmen.

Fortunately, with the Xia Sangju sisters here, the Jiuli people didn't dare to do anything exciting, but they usually met with cold words, especially those who returned from outside, and occasionally made things difficult for Ling Xian.