Urban Hidden Dragon

Ma Fuyin walked in front.

"The other condition is to get the approval of the ancestors!"

Seemingly seeing Wang Han's doubts, Ma Fuyin continued, "Every pregnant woman here will go to the ancestors to worship and pray for their protection during pregnancy. If they are approved by the ancestors, then they will be the new generation." High Priest, I don’t know exactly how to approve it, after all, I am not a high priest!”

Listening to the Lord's words is like listening to the words.

Many people in the village came out one after another and got on the soul ship one after another. Some people even burst into tears. Gradually, more and more people went down the river towards the main hall.

Wang Han also followed the crowd and took the soul boat down the river with Ma Sitong.

When he arrived at the square, Wang Han saw Yang Huhuan and Zhen Yuanshan standing at the front.

front.

A simple soul ship floats quietly on the water.

There is also a soul lamp hanging on one end.

There are countless lotus lanterns floating on the water.

Yang Huhuan stood on the soul ship at the front and roared.

"Send to the high priest!!!"

After a roar.

Many people burst into tears.

The entire river is densely packed with soul boats.

The soul ship containing the high priest is at the front.

Behind them are a dozen village chiefs, and behind them are a dozen people.

I heard Ma Sitong explain that it was the Presbyterian Church here in Tianpengque.

Downstream.

This river is more than ten miles away, and all the men, women, and children from this place come here.

The soul ships were heading in that direction densely.

Wang Han stretched his neck and looked ahead curiously.

There was the sound of rushing water ahead.

Wang Han took a closer look and found that the river branched in front.

There is something at the bottom of the river, which makes the river on the left look shiny, while the river on the other side looks dark and even creepy.

Recalling what these people said before, Wang Han also figured out that this should be the Guihun Stream and Nili Stream they mentioned.

The high priest's soul ship headed in the direction of Mudplough.

The people behind took the soul ship to see each other off.

"Hush!"

Yang Huhuan suddenly shouted!

The crying gradually became quieter.

Everyone silently went down the river to see the high priest off.

This dark tributary is also two miles long.

Only when he got closer did Wang Han realize it.

A huge sinkhole suddenly appeared in front of us.

The water flows down the sinkhole, which is the source of the rushing water sound.

The pit is roughly one kilometer in diameter.

You could vaguely see something in the pit.

Around the pit, many strange-looking bronze figures were kneeling, holding jade congs in their hands.

"Send to the high priest! Bye!"

Yang Huhuan roared at the top of his lungs.

Everyone in Tianpengque either knelt or worshiped.

Wang Han took advantage of the person in front of him to bend down and kneel down, and then he could see clearly what was in the pit.

is a tree.

A huge bronze tree!

Wang Han strained his ears to listen to what was going on below. The pit was almost thirty meters deep.

That also proves that this bronze tree is at least thirty meters tall.

And on that bronze tree, you can see many things, like fruits on the branches.

It's dark, those things are still relatively small, so I can't see them clearly.

Yang Huhuan shouted again at the top of his lungs, "Goodbye!"

The people of Tianpengque paid homage to the high priest again.

As Yang Huhuan shouted again, the third pilgrimage was over.

Everyone kept praying and did not get up.

This provided Wang Han with a better vision.

The dozen or so village chiefs at the front simultaneously placed their hands on the soul ship containing the high priest.

"Randeng!

Enter the stream! "

Zhen Yuanshan brought out a brazier.

The kerosene inside was burning. Yang Huhuan took a big iron spoon, scooped up a spoonful of kerosene, and poured it towards the bronze tree in the distance.

The kerosene pulled out a line of fire and poured it on the bronze tree.

Visible to the naked eye, vein-like fire lines burned on the bronze tree, spreading towards the branches.

Yang Huhuan poured out all the fire oil in the brazier.

The huge bronze tree was burning with fireballs one after another.

Only then did Wang Han see clearly what those shadowy things on the bronze tree were.

It turned out to be tablets placed one after another on the lotus lanterns.

After burning, at first glance, it looks more like the fruits on this bronze tree.

There is a hint of mystery in the weirdness.

The dozen or so village chiefs in front stood at one end of their respective soul ships and simultaneously pushed the soul ship containing the high priest forward.

The soul ship floated, and was finally carried by the current and flew into the sinkhole.

Everyone was kneeling except Wang Han.

Wang Han looked at the bronze tree.

The tablets on the bronze tree range from large to small.

Wang Han's eyes passed over each tablet.

Finally, my eyes were fixed on a tablet that was almost one meter high.

That tablet is located very close to the top of the entire bronze tree.

The size is only slightly smaller than the first few king tablets.

Moreover, the shape is very strange, and it is obviously incompatible with the styles of other tablets. You can see a shining golden phoenix carved on the top of the tablet, but there is an indescribable evil about this phoenix.

There were several words glittering in gold on it.

A guess came to Wang Han's mind. He took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera to take a photo of the tablet.

The focal length keeps changing.

Wang Han finally saw the words above clearly.

as predicted.

Exactly the same as my guess!

There are five big golden characters on it.

The position of Yang Qing'e!

It was the name of the woman in the bronze coffin with a phoenix swallowing nine dragons.

Wang Han suddenly thought.

The high priest's name is Yang Chunlai, and there is also a Yangjia Village in this place.

Is it possible that this Yang Qing'e is from Yangjiacun?

But it doesn’t match up with what I translated from the dog basket before!

It seems that I have to wait and ask Ma Fuyin later.

Just when everyone thought everything was over.

A strange cry broke the silence.

Then he saw the soul ship that Zhen Yourong's younger brother Zhen Youzhi was riding on swinging violently and rushing towards the Muli Stream completely out of his control.

The dozen or so village chiefs in front quickly raised their heads.

But still a step too late.

Zhen Youzhi's coffin has already rushed in there.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhen Yourong shouted and rushed over there.

Ma Fuyin hooked the soul ship.

"Aspiring!"

Zhen Yuanshan immediately shouted and rushed forward.

But Yang Huhuan held him down.

"Don't disturb the ancestors!"

Zhen Yuanshan's eyes were about to burst, "That's my son!!!"

"At such a high place, the water flow is so strong! You will definitely die if you go down!"

Unexpectedly, Zhen Youzhi's frightened screams suddenly came from below.

"Help! Help!"

His voice was trembling, and he was crying.

Ma Fuyin immediately took out a rope from his soul ship, tied one end around his waist, and handed the other end to Zhen Yuanshan and the others, "Hold it!"

After saying that, he activated his soul ship and rushed out. When he reached the edge, he jumped down.

A few seconds later, Ma Fuyin's voice came from below, "Put the rope down!"

Several village chiefs put down several meters of rope.

Another shout came from below, "Pull!"

The group of people exerted their strength at the same time.

It didn't take long for the person to be dragged up.

Zhen Youzhi's face was pale, his lips could not stop trembling, and he looked at everyone with a horrified expression.

"The High Priest... The High Priest was eaten!"