Boating on the river, the breeze blows, the water waves are not prosperous, the scenery on both sides of the bank is sparse, the river beach, willows, distant mountains and all the scenery are so beautiful, occasionally you can see some pedestrians; Looking up, two rows of egrets are in the blue sky, and above the blue sky, there is a fat figure, which is struggling to flap its wings, but it is a pity that the size of this guy is too strong, and it is difficult to fly.

The fat guy was about to fall, and it seemed that if one was not careful, he would fall down, plunge into the water, and make a big ocean. However, in the infinite expectant gaze of me and the miscellaneous trail, the black dot is still working hard, gliding between the white clouds on the sunny day.

Lao Qin was born in the Fish Head Gang, and paddling is the ability to eat, he controls the oars at the stern of the boat, and I and the miscellaneous hair trail are not with others, but sit high on the bow of the boat, enjoying the ease and comfort of the spring breeze. The river was wide, and the current was not urgent, so he sat very steadily, and after walking for more than an hour, two tributaries appeared in front of him, and each tributary also had boats, and along the way twenty or thirty ships joined the team one after another.

These boats are of different styles and sizes, some are small fishermen like us, and the lattice of the cabin still exudes a strong fishy smell, and some are directly bamboo rafts with verdant colors, which seem to have just been tied up in the past few days, and the largest one, the side of the boat is as tall as a person, and there are about 20 people in it, and there seems to be a big man inside.

But with the tight protection, the guys inside don't look at us.

These dozens of boats sailed on the river, not far from each other, but they were all heading in the same direction, obviously all to participate in the gathering of the evil spirit cult convened by the little Buddha at the main altar. There are many people and boats, but there is a rare tranquility on the river, in the huge fleet, hundreds of meters, except for the sound of oars paddling, almost no one speaks, most of them sit or stand quietly in the boat, or look into the distance, showing good discipline.

As a huge organization with religion as the cohesion, the cult also has its own unique doctrine - it calls itself Adler, which is the secret language of England, which translates to the meaning of omniscience and omnipotence, and the believers in the religion worship the god Erdler, that is, the Almighty God, and the three-headed and six-armed big black sky that we often see is the war incarnation of the Almighty God, and is the most incense.

The doctrine of the Cult of the Evil Spirits is to overthrow an old rule and system, and to rebuild a new world, and the greatest wish is to summon the war incarnation of the Great Black Sky at the appointed time of the oracle, to fall this world into war and terror, and to rebuild it - and it is this belief in destroying the world that makes the practice of the Cult of the Evil Spirit Sect extremely strange and destructive, and at the same time, it is not tolerated by the relatively mild Taoism and Buddhism, even if they use the same means in the north and south, they are not willing to go along with it.

However, although the cult has been constantly attacked and criticized in the upper strata of society, for those poor people who are struggling on the verge of life and death or the poverty line, drinking doves to quench their thirst is also a way to change their fate, so it is like cockroaches and rats in the sewage ditch, which has always survived.

As the headquarters of the Cult of Evil Spirits, for more than 100 years, even in the hearts of the believers of the Cult itself, it has been a mysterious and unknowable existence.

I can't understand this kind of pilgrimage mentality, just as I don't understand why temples and monasteries in Islam, India and other places have stampede deaths and injuries every year, but there will still be hundreds of thousands of believers who stubbornly go to worship, I don't understand that Zheng He went to the West seven times and exhausted his national strength, but he just wanted to worship the holy city of Mecca, and I didn't understand those devout followers who walked step by step and knelt all the way on the Qinghai-Tibet Road......

The world is so sad, causing many people to place their feelings deeply on faith and religion, looking at these evil cultists around them, no matter what their identities are on weekdays, but at this moment, their faces show a holy and fanatical light, so they don't dare to say more, and wait quietly.

The boat traveled on the river for a long time, and then came in through a tributary.

After entering the tributary, the river began to become narrow, and the river was turbulent, and the speed of the boat was much faster, and the sky was getting late, but the fog on the river became thicker and thicker, and the scenery on both sides of the river began to blur, and the boats on the left and right also melted into the fog, and the expressions on the faces of the people who were a few meters away could not be seen.

The thick fog was like a thin veil, like substance, and when I walked here, I turned my head and looked at me, and my eyes were strange, as if I had something to say.

The formation of this guy is passed down from Lord Tiger Cat, and the predecessor of Lord Tiger Cat is Qu Yang, the right envoy of the Evil Spirit Sect a hundred years ago, and the large array of the main altar is also formed by the hands of the king of the year, which is extremely powerful and dangerous - it's a pity that Lord Tiger Cat visited the mansion and returned to chaos and lost many memories, including the place of the general altar.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao squeezed his eyebrows, indicating that we should have entered the periphery of the main altar at this moment.

This result surprised me a little, before that, we had also discussed the location of the main altar of the evil spirit sect, thinking that it should be the same as the Maoshan sect, should be far away from the world, in a cave blessed land in the deep mountains, open a dojo, but unexpectedly came to the river - but where the river, on both sides or the rich alluvial plain, or the prosperous trade routes of water and land, after all, is a place where people live, the most difficult to hide, and it cannot meet the prerequisite for the establishment of the main altar.

However, when the Cult was founded, there were many masters, and that thinking was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

As we walked through the fog, we didn't talk much and meditated quietly, but when the boat reached the height of the fog, there was a sudden sound of churning water in front of us, and then two boats vaguely overturned.

After walking quietly for a long time, all of a sudden, the people on the boat all stood and looked ahead, but the road ahead was white and foggy, and they only heard the sound of people struggling in the water, and saw the planks exposed on the water after the boat capsized, and the others could not be seen. Lao Qin, who was rocking the oars at the stern of the boat, heard this movement and warned loudly: "Sit down, grab the fixed object with both hands, and don't move!" ”

We all squatted down, holding the side of the boat with our hands, and saw Lao Qin take out a brown-black stoneware whistle from his arms, put it to his mouth and blew it, and a "woo" sound came out, and the front immediately reflected, and it was passed in the same way.

When Lao Qin heard this, he took out a long steel-tipped fishing fork from the stern of the boat and held it in his hand. Then he told us solemnly: "There are spirit beasts in front of them rashly attacking the mountain gate, blocking the spirit of the mountain protection array, and now the two sides are fighting in this water, fighting fiercely, and the most reluctant has spread here!" Lao Qin's words revealed two pieces of information, one was that we were already approaching the Gate of the General Altar Mountain, and the other was that someone had broken into the Mountain Gate of the Evil Spirit Sect and was fighting at the moment.

As soon as I heard the word "spirit beast", I panicked for no reason, you must know that at noon I also saw Ermao camel and Duoduo running in the distance to catch up, and at this moment I heard that there is a spirit beast hitting the mountain gate, is it Ermao, the little demon and his party?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but call the name of the little demon in my mind, but in the big array of the mountain gate here, all the Qi fields were in chaos, and the turbulence was surging, where could I contact them? Just when I was in fear, the calm surface of the river suddenly became undulating, and I could hardly pay attention to it, but I could feel a huge current under the water constantly stirring, and occasionally a column of water a few feet high spewed out in front of me, spilling countless droplets.

The condition of the water suddenly became so bad, Lao Qin also began to get nervous, he asked everyone on the boat, saying that everyone should know how to water, right?

We nodded and said we were okay with self-preservation. Only then did Lao Qin put his mind at ease, and communicated loudly with his companions on the left and right boats, while we squatted in the boat and waited, after almost a minute, the water seemed to fall into calm, and some people wanted to stand up and watch, and at this moment, I felt a huge force rising from the bottom of the water and directly hitting the small wooden boat under our feet.

With a bang, the wooden boat couldn't withstand the huge force and took off directly.

Miscellaneous Trail and I soared in mid-air, not panicking, waving away the broken wood chips as we looked down to see what it was, making a fuss down there. However, the thing that attacked our ship did not stay on the surface of the water for long, and a silvery-white fishtail that was left in my field of vision sank into the water again.

I fell from the sky, and saw the succubus disciple Mo Xiaonuan fall next to me, grabbed her, and exchanged breaths out of thin air, and the person fell towards another boat five meters away. The two of us smashed down on the boat next to us, the boat board roared, the wooden boat shook, fortunately the gang who supported the boat was also a powerful character, and used the boat penny to support the bottom of the river and stabilize the scene, but the miscellaneous trail was not so lucky, and went directly into the water.

In the battle of Dongting Lake, the water nature of the miscellaneous hair trail is more powerful than a fish, and I have nothing to worry about, I looked down and saw that the succubus disciple was so shocked that he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his face was purple, obviously suffering internal injuries.

I pressed my fingers on the inside of her neck, pressed twice, knowing that the blood was not smooth, the blood was congealed in the chest, and it was possible to block the trachea at any time, and there was no room for many calculations at the moment of crisis, so I directly tore her blouse open, and with a violent push, the pair of white rabbits immediately jumped out, and the snow-white and delicate skin dazzled the eyes of a boatload of men, I didn't care about the eyes of others, and shot a few times on her chest, and then after a while, finally forced the bruise to the mouth, turned over, patted the back, and spit out a wriggling ball of blood.

Seeing the blood clots wriggling on the ship's plank, pulsing as if alive, and even squeaking, my hands suddenly burned badly, and I hurriedly clenched my fists to prevent anyone from seeing my Guyalang runes and dragon patterns.

I took a deep breath and looked underwater again, my face was serious, I didn't know what kind of abyssal monster was hidden in the dark water.