Chapter 167, The Sacrifice of Ghosts and Gods

The Witch King suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, and said, "Dongqin Man, yes, I actually found such a good helper. It seems that you are determined to win this year's ruling seat. ”

The village chief said: "The Wuman clan has been in power for thirty-six years, and it should be our turn to be white." ”

The Witch King said: "Okay, good, good! Then let's wait and see, if our barbarians accidentally win this year, you barbarians may be difficult to gain a foothold in this Miao Territory." This is the last festival of the demons and gods. ”

The Witch King's words revealed a gloomy coldness, and the faces of the white barbarians were already pale. In this way, this sacrifice of ghosts and gods is a game that can only be won and not lost. They can't afford to lose, and once they lose, either the barbarians will start a war against the white barbarians, or they will directly drive the sparsely numbered white barbarians out of Miao Jiang.

The faces of the people no longer knew whether they were angry or hurt, but the witch king was happy to see the white barbarians like this.

The village chief's face did not change, and he was probably the only one who was so calm. He knew that this day would come eventually, and it made no difference if he came early or late. It's just that this time, since there is an envoy from the great god Nuwa coming, it is better to let Yiqidu come faster and solve this important matter of the clan that has been hanging for many years as soon as possible.

The village chief said: "If Bai Man wins, Wu Man will have to hand over the military power, do you dare." ”

The Witch King waved his hand and said, "You win first." As he spoke, he laughed and turned to walk away, and the group of guards behind him turned around one by one, with a contemptuous smile in their eyes.

The girls of the White Barbarian Clan pursed their lips and muttered, "Hmph, the villain has a good will!"

Suddenly, a whining trumpet sounded in the valley, and the sound sounded like a bell, ringing in the ears. The man wearing the ghost head mask who was worshipping on the altar stood up and shouted, "The sacrifice of the ghost god begins!!"

It turned out that the man wearing the mask of the ghost head turned out to be the high priest of the sacrifice of the ghosts and gods. The man said loudly: "At the beginning of the great sacrifice, the two tribes sacrificed to the gods and ghosts in order to seek more blessings for themselves. Win or lose, there will be no more arguments. ”

Ran Tianluo thought: "The etiquette of these people is really interesting, both sides have sacrificed to ghosts and gods, no matter which side loses, the loser can only attribute the responsibility to his own gods and ghosts who do not bless themselves, and there is no complaint." These rules also seem to be a lot less contentious. ”

The representatives of the two sides began to walk up to the Wuhong altar, and the representative of the Wuman was naturally the Witch King, and the people he sacrificed were the ten ghost king statues. And the sacrifice of the Baiman clan is naturally Nuwa. The witch king ascended to the altar, held a chicken in his hand, cut his throat on the spot, divided the blood of the chicken into ten bowls, mixed it with wine, and placed them on the ten altars one by one. The Witch King put his hands on his shoulders, bowed down, and recited the sacrifice. Every move is very solemn. The barbarians in the audience also knelt down with their hands on their shoulders as he recited the mourning text. For a while, most of the people in Hongmeng Valley knelt down.

Of course, the rest are the white barbarians, and the village chief was about to come forward to worship, but as soon as he took a few steps, after a pause, he turned his head and said to Ran Tianluo: "Miss Ran, you are the messenger sent by Nuwa Niangniang." The sacrifice above this ghost sacrifice requires the highest level of people to participate, and now that you are willing to help Bai Man get justice, then only you can perform this sacrifice at this time. ”

Ran Tianluo said: "How can this be, this sacrifice is the sacrifice of your Miao Jiang, and I am not a white barbarian, how can I receive this great gift." ”

The village chief shook his head: "Since you are the messenger sent by Nuwa Niangniang, you are our leader. The people of Nuwa in the world are all one family, regardless of whether they are from Miao Jiang or not from Miao Jiang. ”

Ran Tianluo was speechless for a while, and paused and said, "Is there any special etiquette for the sacrifice here?"

The village chief shook his head and said, "Everyone usually sacrifices Nuwa Niangniang just to offer tribute, and the three major worships are over." When it comes to this kind of authentic occasion, it should have used authentic sacrificial rites, but there are almost no people who know how to do magic. The barbarians do not want us to perform the priest's sacrifice. Therefore, the envoy only needs to use his own method to sacrifice Nuwa Niangniang. ”

Ran Tianluo nodded and said, "If that's the case, then I'll go for you." Please borrow your staff. The village chief respectfully handed the sacrificial staff in his hand to Ran Tianluo. Ran Tianluo turned around and climbed onto the altar alone.

Ran Tianluo suddenly felt how sacred that moment was, and the sacrifice turned out to be such a responsible event. She suddenly remembered her mother. In the past, my mother was always very strict and meticulous when she made sacrifices. Filled with infinite awe. At that time, Ran Tianluo couldn't understand why her mother was so cautious. But when she also held the staff and boarded the altar, Ran Tianluo suddenly understood. The mother is burdened with the happiness and life of hundreds of people in the Lost Valley. She prayed to Nuwa Niangniang for the sake of these people, not for herself, but for others. It's like I'm for everyone in the White Barbarians at this time.

Ran Tianluo's footsteps slowed down, she climbed the altar, walked to the altar in front of the statue of Nuwa, offered seven pillars of incense, and then offered a ring of knotted grass. Then, with a swing of her staff, her figure slowly rose and floated into the air. Ran Tianluo's body suddenly exuded a burst of blue spiritual power. The dress on the body is also windless and self-puffing, very solemn.

I saw her hands draw a semicircle in the air, her five fingers flashed, and then her right hand was on top and her left hand was on the bottom, crossed over on her chest, and leaned over slightly to perform a complete sacrifice. In the Valley of the Lost Wanderers, this is the most common ritual of respect, but it is also the most standard ritual of sacrifice.

Ran Tianluo injected spiritual power into the staff, and a blue spiritual power quickly passed from the staff to the hand of the Nuwa statue. Ran Tianluo opened his mouth to recite the sacrificial text, and said in a voice:

"Nuwa Niangniang is above, and the people of Miaojiang are white barbarians, who have come from the flood of history, do not do unrighteous acts, and do not think about wrongdoing. Not arrogant, not arrogant. Serve the kindness of the mother and do more good deeds. Therefore, for thousands of years, things have been abundant, people do their best, and things make the best of their talents. Now in the land of Hongmeng, offering grass and wine, thanking the grace of the mother. This time the sacrifice of ghosts and gods, I also hope that Niangniang will spread righteousness, punish evil and promote good. The people of the tribe are fair, and the Miao Xinjiang is peaceful. ”

The voice of Ran Tianluo echoed in this valley, as if a miracle had come, and the sound of reciting the sacrificial text seemed to come from ancient times, and the sound was ethereal and awe-inspiring. All the people in the White Barbarian Clan had already knelt down and hung their heads when Ran Tianluo rose into the air, not daring to look at it.

For a while, in this sacrifice between the two sides, the formation on Ran Tianluo's side had already overshadowed the barbarian clan, and the witch king's face was full of resentment, but he couldn't attack. Compared with Ran Qianluo, his sacrifice seems to be playing at home.

The Witch King quickly ended his sacrifice and returned to his throne under the altar with an unhappy face. The guard next to him walked up to the altar with a pale face and an arrogant expression. He pointed at Ran Qianluo and shouted: "Hey, hey, come down quickly after the sacrifice, don't get in the way here, the competition is about to begin." ”

Ran Tianluo didn't care about him at all, and still recited the sacrificial text in his mouth. The man was angry and said, "You don't want to toast and eat and drink, Lao Tzu said that it is not allowed to sacrifice again." Get me down!"

The people of the White Barbarian raised their heads, and saw that the black barbarian guard was baring his teeth and swearing at Ran Luoluo's feet, and immediately there was an uncontrollable rage, if it were not for the fact that the sacrifice was not over now, and he could not get up, these young men would have dragged him down and beaten him half to death. In their eyes, Ran Tianluo is now the messenger of Nuwa Niangniang, that is, she represents the gods, others can insult themselves, but they must not insult the gods they believe in. Because that is a person's faith, faith is supreme.

Seeing that Ran Tianluo was still ignoring him, the man was furious in his heart, and he waved his knife and shouted that he was about to cut Ran Tianluo's feet. Everyone was frightened into a cold sweat when they saw it, and even the barbarian soldiers were stunned. Originally, there were not many people in southern Xinjiang who believed in the ghost king, and these people used to believe in Nuwa, but later the whole Wuman clan believed in the ghost king, and they changed their beliefs. But in their minds, Nuwa was still a tall and revered god. The actions of this guard were undoubtedly abhorrent in their eyes.

I saw that the man's blade was less than half an inch away from Ran Tianluo's foot, but suddenly it was bounced away by a powerful force, and the man fell back for a while. scolded in his mouth: "Stinky **, dare to plot against the uncle, the uncle will kill you!"

The man's voice was so loud in the valley that it made people feel a thorn in their ears when they heard it. A beautiful and virtuous woman like Ran Tianluo would be scolded, not to mention that she represented a god at this time. The strong young men in the white barbarian clan were all angry and flushed, and they tried to get up many times but were stopped by the village chief. The man had calculated that the White Barbarians would not be able to make a move at this time, so he was even more arrogant.

The man got up and was about to scold again, but suddenly felt a figure floating around him, and before he could react, his neck was choked fiercely.

When the man opened his eyes, he saw a face full of anger, and the anger on that face could scare a person to death. That person was Shi Yunyang, he naturally heard this person's words scolding Ran Tianluo, he didn't care if Ran Tianluo was a god or not, she was his woman, he would not allow anyone to hurt her and slander her.

Shi Yunyang said angrily, "What did you just say?

The man's face flushed, and he coughed, "Bastard, what do you want to do! I'm a first-class guard in front of the Witch Throne." You don't want to live anymore!"

Shi Yunyang said: "Dog fighting people! Listen, I'm not a white barbarian, nor a black barbarian, you move the entire Miao Jiang people in front of me, I won't even blink an eye." Now pinch you to death, I see who dares to say a word!"

The man said, "Let go, or I'll kill you!"

Shi Yunyang said angrily: "Bastard thing!" said that he threw him into the air, flew up with a kick, and kicked the man away, the man screamed, and his body slammed into the valley wall, and when he was about to hit it, Shi Yunyang's figure flashed and flashed to the side of the man, raised his foot and kicked again, the person's body was like a ball, and was kicked back by the same way.

Shi Yunyang's figure flashed, and he appeared on the altar again, he grabbed the man's collar and said, "If you dare to insult him, I will tear your mouth apart." Shi Yunyang pinched the man's face hard, and the man's mouth of teeth fell out with a bang. The mouth was covered with blood. The man was already speechless, but he still said weakly, "The Witch King will not let you go." ”