God lures him to attack

Dahua Yaoguo, the top of Longshan.

Gan Zongde was clasping his palms together, stomping his feet with his eyes closed, opening the altar, and muttering words in his mouth. He looked young, but he was wearing an old-fashioned Taoist robe.

The villagers around him felt so dazed that they knelt down on the ground and looked at each other.

"Do you think he can do it? Can he really eradicate the tyrant?"

"This dead horse should be treated as a living horse doctor. He is the only one left in the Gan family now."

"I saw him messing around for a long time, but nothing happened."

"Could it be a magic stick?"

The villagers began to whisper, and Gan Zongde, who was having a convulsion, opened one eye, took a peek, and decided to increase the intensity of the spell.

"The heavens are spirited, the earth is spirited, the Supreme Lord will show up soon!" Gan Zongde waved his Taoist robe, grabbed a handful of incense ash and turned around and sprinkled it, causing the villagers to cough continuously.

While everyone was coughing, he jumped onto the altar, rang the bell, and continued to murmur incantations that no one could understand.

When the incense ashes were blown away by the wind, Gan Zongde took a deep breath, jumped off the altar, brushed off his clothes, and walked towards the group of bewildered villagers.

"Today's ceremony is over." He raised his head slightly, looking into the distance

The white clouds floating in the sky look like they will last forever.

The villagers looked at each other in blank dismay, and did not feel any difference after the ceremony was completed.

"Will the tyrant really be killed?"

"I heard that the emperor is immortal, can a ritual matter really be resolved?"

Among the villagers, some people began to ask.

Gan Zongde raised his hand in his cuff again, closed his eyes and pinched his fingers, his lips moved, as if something was happening.

At this time, a gust of wind hits head-on, and the people on the top of the mountain are blown unsteadily by the wind, and a group of dark clouds blow from a distance, covering the sky and the sun.

Gan Zongde opened his eyes and watched the sky, thinking to himself, God really helped me.

"I surveyed the sky and discovered the mystery. Soon there will be a god born in the mortal world, who will do justice for the sky, destroy demons, and eradicate tyrants."

Before the words were finished, thunder roared in the dark clouds, the sky was torn apart by lightning, and the undercurrents turned into whirlpools, which intensified with the wind.

"A torrential rain is coming, everyone should go down the mountain to shelter from the rain." Gan Zongde walked towards the villagers, wanting to lead them down the mountain together, but when he took a step forward, a thunderbolt struck down, Split the altar table behind him in two.

The tribute and incense burner fell to the ground with the collapsed altar, and the incense ash was blown up by the wind and scattered in the air, blurring the vision.

Strong winds blew, dark clouds billowed, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and people on the mountain exclaimed, not knowing what was about to happen.

In the sky, a vortex with golden light appeared above the altar.

Wisps of golden light fell through the clouds, attracting everyone's attention.

People looked at the golden light that formed a circle, and watched a pair of feet slowly emerge from there, followed by waist, chest, and face. A complete person appeared on the horizon, shrouded in golden light and slowly falling down.

"what is that?"

"A fairy?"

The villagers exclaimed, never having seen such a strange sight.

"This is the god who came to save us, I called him!" After Gan Zongde talked nonsense, he began to mutter incantations like a magic stick.

At this time, the golden light in the sky began to shrink, and the people suspended in midair began to lose their traction. In the blink of everyone's eyes, the "fairy" in midair fell down at an extremely fast speed.

"The immortal has fallen, everyone hurry up and catch it!" Unknown who initiated it, the villagers ran past the Taoist priest in a swarm, raising their hands and gathering to accept the "immortal".

Lu Yao lost consciousness before he fell, his body was very hot, as if burned by the extremely fast flow of time.

Dust was everywhere, and Gan Zongde, who was standing not far away, coughed a few times, raised his hand and waved in front of him to disperse the dust.

At the altar, a group of villagers became the flesh pads of that person, mournful but with joy of being saved.

Could it be that this is really the legendary fairy coming down to earth?Will this catastrophe in Tianhua Yao Kingdom be resolved by this man who descended from the sky?

Gan Zongde couldn't help but fell into deep thought...

The night wind was blowing, and the shadows of the trees were dancing outside the wooden house. The owl rolled its round and glowing eyes, and finally looked straight into the window.

Inside the paper window, a group of people gathered around the bed, watching the sleeping man with breathless concentration. The man was dressed in strange clothes, quite different from the gods in their portraits.

Among the group of people, Gan Zongde, who was wearing a Taoist robe, was at the front of the man.

Perhaps feeling the high temperature around him, Lu Yao tried his best to open his eyelids.

What came into the pupils was the pale faces of a group of people. These people were yellow and thin, and they were all dressed in ancient costumes. At first glance, they looked like ghosts.

"I'll go!" Lu Yao jumped up instinctively, and retreated to the position behind the bed against the wall. When the group saw him wake up, they took a step back, kneeling down and shouting: "Bless the gods, bless the gods..."

"Where is this place?" Lu Yao muttered in his heart, trying to recall why he appeared here.

He remembered that he came from the 21st century to prevent Bai Qiancha from becoming a drought demon, and to prevent Mo Xi from being buried alive.

"Bai Qiancha! Do you know where Bai Qiancha is?" Lu Yao grabbed

Gan Zongde, who was closest to him, couldn't help but startled when he saw the face clearly by the dancing candlelight, "Gan Ze?"

"What Gan Ze?" Gan Zongde looked blank, but the villagers behind him were scared away by the word Bai Qiansha.

The silence in the house was restored, and the owl outside the house honked a few times before spreading its wings and flying away.

"Is there a person named Bai Qiancha here?" Lu Yao had already guessed that the man in front of him who looked like Gan Ze was the ancestor of the Gan family. He didn't ask any more questions, but couldn't wait to know the whereabouts of Bai Qiancha. .

"Bai Qiancha is the current emperor, and he is three hundred years old." When Bai Qiancha was mentioned, Gan Zongde's expression darkened a bit.

300 years ago, the queen of Dahua Yaoguo had an affair with someone and gave birth to a son. The baby was born with white hair and a pair of red pupils filled with blood.

The emperor was furious, so he ordered people to throw him from the cliff and give the queen to death.

20 years later, an anonymous man with white hair and red eyes came back on his horse and led the demons and monsters into Tianhua Yao Kingdom.

In that year, the emperor's head was hung on the city tower and gradually turned into a skeleton, and the white-haired man standing on the tower ascended to the throne of God and named himself Bai Qiansha.

Later, Bai Qiancha begged for the blood of the daughter-in-law in order to live forever, which became the nightmare of Tianhua Yao Kingdom for hundreds of years.

"Back then, it was my ancestors who helped Bai Qiancha." Gan Zongde narrated what happened many years ago, "The ancestors violated taboos and violated the law."

The fate was violated, which led to the decline of the Gan family and suffered the punishment of heaven. "

"Can't they live to be 30 years old?" Lu Yao had heard about Gan's family being condemned by God, so he was not surprised when Gan Ze's ancestors said this.

Gan Zongde looked up at him in surprise, and felt that he was really like a god from the sky, predicting things like a god.

"Do you know a person named Mo Xi?" Lu Yao didn't care about the surprise on Gan Zongde's face, he went straight to the point.

"You said Mo Xi?" Gan Zongde repeated, obviously aware of the existence of this person, he paused for a moment: "There is indeed a luthier named Mo Xi in the palace, rumor has it that he is Bai Qiancha's male favourite."

The word male favorite made Lu Yao suddenly feel uncomfortable. He wanted to know what happened in the past, but he was afraid of knowing.

"Mo Xi, what happened to your past..." Lu Yao muttered to himself, and turned to look at the bright moon outside the window.