He Lingjiang listened to him tell him what he had done like this, and he was not ashamed.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in her heart: "Just for these few fruits, you will not hesitate to kill innocent people?" ”

"If there is no holy fruit in the sacrificial mountain, the sacrifice next to it is, why do you have to use human life to give birth?"

Bi Mo said indifferently: "We, the Luo Jiabu, have been sacrificing the holy fruit for a hundred years, if we touch the mountain god, who can afford the consequences?" ”

He Lingjiang sneered and asked, "Since the mountain god is the soul that protects the people, how can he allow others to kill people without authorization?" ”

"You keep talking about the mountain god, but in this mourning mountain, you really gave birth to a god?"

Mountains and rocks are also natural things, which have been supported by people for a long time, because of the people's incense and the power of faith, or can give birth to spirituality, which is the mountain god.

However, such opportunities are hard to find after all, and it is a great blessing to be able to derive one of them for thousands of years.

Mountains and rocks are different from plants, trees, flowers, birds, fish, insects, beasts and birds, it is born without the power of life to conceive in the meantime, and it is almost impossible to borrow its own strength to cultivate spiritual wisdom.

Even with the power of the people's incense and faith, it is a hundred times more difficult than other creatures to transform into sexual spirits.

Because of this, there are countless villagers and people in the world who believe in mountain gods, but there are very few people who can really sprout mountain gods in their mountains.

It has only been a hundred years since the Luojia tribe moved to the foot of Ailao Mountain, and before that, although Ailao Mountain covers a vast area, there are few people in a radius of 100 miles, let alone anyone who sincerely believes in it.

It was the Rajabu who arrived here and began to believe in this mountain, in the vast heaven and earth, this hundred years, that is, a snap of a finger in an instant.

The probability of being able to truly give birth to a mountain spirit is very small.

From another point of view, even if there is a mountain spirit, the holy fruit used as a sacrifice is suddenly contaminated with the blood and life of the people she is blessing, how can the mountain spirit be indifferent and accept the offering with peace of mind?

The people who believe in the mountain god open up her spirituality, and with her endless power of faith, she gradually grows stronger. But she turned around, eating the blood of the believers and sucking the lives of the believers.

This kind of practice is not easy between heaven and earth, even if she gives birth to a soul, she will also be counterattacked.

But listening to what the people of the Luojia tribe said, even in the past two years, Ailao Mountain has stood silently between heaven and earth as always, and there have been no major disasters among their tribes.

This is unreasonable.

The mountain gods said that it was just a belief in their hearts, but in fact, the mountain spirit should not have really been born in this mourning mountain.

As a priest, Bi Mo should know this clearly, but he kept talking about the mountain god and said it well.

He Lingjiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Bi Mo deeply: "You gave birth to the Holy Fruit, I'm afraid it's not really for the sake of sacrificing the mountain, but for another use, right?" ”

How could she have thought of this?

Bi Mo showed a look of surprise on his face: "You are really much smarter than I thought." ”

In this Ailao Mountain, whether there really is a mountain god living here, he couldn't be clearer.

This sacred tree grew here before the migration of the Rajabe, and according to its appearance, it was hundreds of years old.

Because he grew up in this uninhabited place, he got the essence of the sun, moon, rain and dew all the year round, and finally gave birth to some spirituality, and the fruit produced was the place of his aura.

The tribesmen of the Raja tribe all use it as a holy sacrifice to the mountain.

As long as the holy fruit is away from the tree, but for a moment, its aura will dissipate between heaven and earth.

Successive priests used secret methods to seal their aura after the sacred fruit was picked.

When the sacrificial ceremony is carried out, the seal is unsealed and its aura is released between heaven and earth, which is sacrificed to the mountain god for his enjoyment.

However, a few years ago, after the previous generation of priests had gone, Bimo took over his position, but his heart was moved.

It is a pity that such a thing of the Holy Spirit should be sacrificed to the mountain that does not know when it will give birth to spiritual wisdom, so it is better to take it and keep it for your own use.

When picking the holy fruit, all the respected people in the clan need to be present, and then the patriarch himself holds it and serves it to the altar.

However, at the beginning of the sacrificial ceremony, except for the priest himself, everyone in the village had to stand far away from the stage and could not see the situation on the stage clearly.

Bi Mo took the opportunity to do something and replaced the holy fruit sealed with spiritual energy and replaced it with a fake prepared by himself.

In this way, these three holy fruits will all belong to him alone for his cultivation.

It was also because of this holy fruit that his secret method could be refined so quickly.

He Lingjiang looked at his pale and young face, and the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly: "I heard Yan Xiang say, priest, you are already the year of knowing the destiny of heaven this year. Your secret method, could it be that you can't cultivate the art of rejuvenation? ”

"The art of rejuvenation?" Bi Mo seemed to hear something funny, and couldn't help but laugh.

"With the essence and blood of people, the spirit of the holy fruit, it is made of secret medicine, the color is like Tongxia, the body is light, and the face can be kept immortal. The elixir of life and the elixir of life, I can't complain that everyone wants ......"

"However, for those who cultivate the arts, what is the value of staying in the face?"

Bi Mo stopped laughing, and there seemed to be a bit of resentment on his face: "What I am seeking is just hoping that my magic can reach the pinnacle of perfection." ”

"However, this secret medicine that was painstakingly condensed has only used half of its strength to condense and rejuvenate the face and prolong life, and the help with people in terms of magic is only half of what I expected."

But even so, it is much faster than the boring practice that I have to do day after day, year after year.

He stroked his face: "It's not a bad thing to stay in Rong for a long time. At least when the people see that I am not old, they respect me more and more, and they fear me more and more......"

"As long as I live long enough, this technique will be gradual, and one day, I will reach the point of reaching the peak......"

Ever since he had practiced witchcraft with the previous priest, he was often disliked for his ordinary, and he was very different from his brother who was also with the priest.

Where the senior brother can understand at one point, it always takes him ten times and a hundred times the hour to comprehend.

The little tricks that the senior brother can learn as soon as he learns, but he has to practice them ten times and hundreds of times.

He is not convinced, is he going to be pressed under his senior brother for the rest of his life, and he will always carry this ordinary talent and can't turn over?

But no matter how hard he tried, the gap between him and his senior brother was still getting bigger and bigger.

Seeing that the priest was about to choose the successor, he suddenly had a plan in his heart, deliberately deceiving his senior brother to the high cliff in the Ailao Mountain, saying that there was a rare spiritual grass in that dangerous place.

The senior brother really believed it, he used a little trick, and since then, there has been no such person in the world.

The title of heir to the priesthood could only fall to him.

Then, with the power of the Holy Fruit, he cultivated step by step to this point.

It was the old priest who stood in front of him again, saying that he was ordinary in talent, and he couldn't compare to his senior brother, and he could easily defeat his senior brother.

Bi Mo couldn't help but close his eyes, took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he was enjoying the bliss of shame before the snow.

He Lingjiang's eyes froze, and he took the opportunity to suddenly burst out, spun out the short blade in his sleeve, and stabbed at Bi Mo.

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