After being dressed as the evil god

For the monks, the sudden impulse should not be ignored.Feiying thought for a long time, but he couldn't think of the source of his uneasiness.

This is not because he feels that he is safe and safe, and he cannot find the possibility of danger. On the contrary, there are too many things that may be dangerous to him. warning.

Feiying thought about it for a while and then stopped thinking about it. If there are too many lice, it doesn't itch, and if there are too many debts, it doesn't worry.It is not easy to survive in this world, but it will be even more difficult if you want to practice.He has come to this day in his own way, and he can only walk in his own way in the future.Compared with the whim that came from nowhere, Xuanqingjiao is his most important problem at present.

He looked for Xuanqingjiao to practice his way forward.When he was in Taiwu County, he was haunted by the female ghost and had to escape by turning into a blood shadow. However, after he was seriously injured, he happened to come into contact with Xuanqingjiao, which he had been looking for for many years.

The Xuanqing sect that Feiying saw at that time was consistent with the sect he had seen from the clues he had searched for for many years.Xuan Qingjiao acts without restraint, so he doesn't care that he is an evil monk.Xuan Qingjiao uses the means of refining Gu, intending to integrate the supernatural powers of different dream beasts into one, and create a dream god.They have such ability, dare to think and act like this, it is possible to have the path that Feiying is looking for - to start a new path on his broken path of practice.

The people of Xuanqingjiao saved his life and brought him to Liang Guo.After recuperating for a while, Feiying discovered that the Xuanqingjiao in Liang State is different from the Xuanqingjiao in Lu State.The Xuan Puritanism in Liang Guo has already begun to move towards the bright side.

Xuanqingjiao has a very good reputation among Liang people. In the eyes of the people of Liang, Xuanqingjiao saved them from suffering. It is not like the previous forces, which imposed heavy taxes and labor, or sacrificed people.

Because what Xuanqingjiao needs is not a dead land, only a country with people is called a country.Liang Guo is now riddled with holes, and it is time for him to recuperate.Ordinary people have the patience to wait for a year to reap the fruits. Xuanqingjiao, as a force that has lasted for at least thousands of years, naturally will not be impatient enough to do things that are exhausted.

Although the Xuanqing sects in Luliang and Liangdi are very different, he originally thought it was a matter of actual conditions and face-saving projects, but slowly, he became vaguely aware of some of the strange things that violated the harmony...

Feiying frowned and thought about it. When he was in the Puritan religion, he didn't expect to achieve his wish soon. There is a plan, which is something both parties know well, and it can be regarded as a cooperation in which each takes what they need.But before letting him get what he wants, Xuan Qingjiao will definitely not trust him, and only after a period of observation will he be given the opportunity to get in touch with the real core.

He was not in a hurry at first, since he had already joined Xuanqingjiao, he would have a chance to get what he wanted sooner or later.But if there are hidden hidden dangers in Xuanqingjiao, it may affect his plan, so he has to find a way to test it out...

The door of the room was knocked twice, Feiying's train of thought was interrupted, and her expression became gloomy.

A childish voice came from outside the door: "My lord, it's time for sacrifice."

This is a boy he newly adopted in Liang Guozhong. Liang Guo is in such a mess, there are so many children who have nowhere to go. Xuan Qingjiao has taken in a group, and it is very convenient to pick out some clever ones as boys.

"Understood." Fei Ying stretched her expression, and when she opened the door, she had already changed into a gentle and amiable appearance.

He looked down at the boy and saw that he was about 14 years old at the bone age, but his stature was only about the same as that of a ten-year-old child. His arms and legs were thin and bony, which made his head extra large, his facial features were rough, and his expression was reserved. It looks really unpleasant.

"Youji, you can follow me these two days." Feiying said.He had already figured out how to test it out.

Youji's eyes widened all of a sudden, and he was stunned by the surprise, and he answered "yes, yes" in his mouth.

When Youji came back to his senses, Feiying had disappeared.He clenched his fist and waved it twice in front of him, grinning.

Youji didn't call him this name originally, he didn't remember what his first name was, but he remembered his mother called him Abao.After the locust plague, he was separated from his family, and he didn't know whether they were alive or dead.Ah Bao was wandering in the wilderness by himself, surviving by digging grass roots and hiding from people—a weak and lonely child like him could easily be knocked down and filled.Later Xuan Qingjiao took over the place and sent people to search them out.Ah Bao originally thought he was going to die, just like those people who were taken away from their village before. Those people never came back after being taken away. Everyone said they went to serve the gods, but his mother secretly told He, those people are dead.He originally envied those people, but after hearing what his mother said, he didn't want to go.

After Xuan Qingjiao took them away, he gave them food and clothes.He and the other children were assigned to work together, and they were fed when the work was done.

He chatted secretly with those children, and everyone felt that Xuan Qingjiao must be a real god, not the fake god who made people live a miserable life in the past.Later, the true gods of the Xuanqing sect wanted to pick a few boys, and everyone wanted to be chosen.Follow the gods, maybe you can become a god in the future!

Even if you can't become a god, you won't be hungry again!

Later, he was selected by real Feiying, and everyone envied him.The real person named him Youji.Others told him that "Ji" means "good", and after he met a fairy, his life would be easier.The "goodness" he has is given to him by real people, and he will be lucky in the future.

In the past, the real person was very indifferent to them. He thought that the real person thought they were stupid, but now that the real person is willing to use him, he must do a good job, and maybe he will be able to ask the real person to get his family back in the future!

Youji kowtowed in the direction Feiying was leaving, then got up and prepared to participate in the sacrifice.Today is the Cold Clothes Festival, and everyone has to offer sacrifices.Youji didn't know who this sacrifice was for, but since it was a sacrifice, he must be worshiping the gods. He asked the gods to bless him, his family, and the real person. He wanted to be "youji" forever.

……

Next to the big bronze tripod for burning sacrifices, there are two mountains made of stacked sacrifices, which are cut out of five-color paper.In addition to these sacrifices, there is a large paper boat in the middle, with nine black lines painted on the body, which is the symbol of the ferryman from the underworld.

The Cold Clothes Festival is also the Yin Festival. It has been a festival to worship the dead since ancient times, and it is a custom in Yin to sacrifice to the ferrymen of the Yellow Spring.When Feiying was traveling in Yindi before, she had seen how the people there offered sacrifices during the Cold Clothes Festival.In the land of Yin, the Cold Clothes Festival is an important festival, and all the existences related to the dead hold a grand sacrifice on this day.Ancestors, ghosts and gods, as well as ferrymen from the underworld, sacrifices outside this day are considered small sacrifices.The sacrifices in Yindi were far more solemn than the sacrifices raised temporarily by Liang Guozhong.

The sacrificial bell rang three times, and the singer sang a long old tune. Feiying threw the sacrifice into the tripod and burned it in the libretto. Under the rising flame and flying paper ashes, people worshiped devoutly.They don't know that this rough sacrifice is actually useless, most of the dead have already been reincarnated, and the sacrifice of the underworld will not bless the living.But in such a ceremony, their sad hearts seem to be soothed.

Liang Guo really needs a sacrifice now to reassure the people.

After the last paper boat was put on the bronze tripod, all the people below knelt on the ground and bowed their heads, and Feiying appeared in the sacrificial ceremony openly.

The order of this sacrificial ceremony was issued very directly by the leader.It is said that the leader of Xuanqing sect is extremely talented, and he has already sat on the position of leader after joining the sect for only ten years.He took advantage of the catastrophe to quickly sweep Liang Guo, and now even Luo Jiao, who dominated one side, has declined. Is there anything worthy of praise among the remaining forces?Now only the Disciplinary Department, which is backed by Liang Guoguo, is still struggling to support it.

But the decline of the Precepts Division was inevitable.They are backed by the fate of Liang Guo, and they are also restricted by King Liang, and the King Liang who has just ascended the throne now does not want to see them.This time the replacement of King Liang was not peaceful, and Feiying guessed that there should be Xuan Qingjiao's handwriting in it.Xuan Qingjiao's operations in Liang Guozhong are so smooth, and there is also a reason for this.

Although he has now become the person in charge of a stronghold, he deals with ordinary people's affairs every day.There is no way to achieve his wish at this level alone. He originally thought that he would slowly participate in the more important affairs of Xuanqingjiao in Liang Guozhong, such as the replacement of the King of Liang, and then join in In the secret affairs that Xuan Qingjiao did in Lu Guozhong, once he achieves this step, he will almost get what he asks for.

But the problem is that Feiying now has a vague feeling that the Xuanqing religion he is in at this time seems to be somewhat contrary to the Xuanqing religion he observed in Lu Guozhong, as if they are two different forces Same.But he was indeed brought here by the Xuanqing sect in Lu Guozhong.

And what does Duji, who is the leader, think?

……

Liangdu.

Multicolored confetti fluttered in the air, with sparks flickering at the edges, falling to the ground and fading into dots of white ash, and the flames rolled like waves at the bottom of the boat.People's devout prayers quickly dispersed as the smoke rose.Incense can't last long without a master.

The sacrifice is over, and everyone returns to their homes.

Under the old ginkgo, there is a floor of golden fan leaves.A pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine was warmed on the stove, exuding a mellow and warm fragrance in the cold autumn.

They all wore purple clothes and sat opposite Li Quan.

The warm wine enters the intestines, and the firewood under the stove sounds crisp.People's vague words came from a distance, talking about this grand sacrifice.

"Such sacrifices are useless." Duji pushed aside a leaf that fell into the cup.

"But people are relieved by such sacrifices." Li Quan said.

"Yes." Duji said.

The clothes cut out of colorful paper are meaningless to the dead, and even offering sacrifices to the so-called ferrymen of the underworld is useless. Reincarnation is a matter of natural operation. When the soul enters the underworld, the underworld guides them to reincarnate. Where is the ferryman needed? Woolen cloth?

But people want to believe it works.Partly because of ignorance, partly because of sentient beings.The dead are gone, but the living are still there.The memory of the past turns into spicy wine, every sip is warm, every sip is painful, making people want to taste it, but they dare not taste it.No matter what you want to do, it has become empty.Because the dead are gone.

And the living are still there, if they can't find something to do, how can they face this wine that is getting more and more bitter?

Why mock people's folly?

Autumn is deep and cold, the wind is desolate and the leaves are haggard, and the simmering wine falls into the stomach.

This sacrificial ceremony reassured the people of the Liang Kingdom. They would be settled in one side, and they would not have to panic or go into exile. The newly established order would be accepted by them and engraved in their hearts over time.But that's not enough.

"That's not enough." Duji murmured, "People are stupid, and stupidity can be deceived."

He raised his head and drank a big gulp of the wine. The warm wine, with the aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus, fell into his stomach with the sliding of his Adam's apple.When he put down the wine glass, his eyes were washed wildly by the wine, and he said with wanton resoluteness: "Only Liang is not enough."

There is more than one country in this world, only mortals are not enough, there are more than mortals living here in this world.He also wanted Sui, Lu, and Yin... until it pervaded everything.

This is a wild idea.

"It's hard." Li Quan said.

They all looked at him in amazement.Li Quan's statement was so calm, as if what he just said was not wild words, but a feasible goal.

So he laughed, "I know."

It's hard.The catastrophe is happening, he may not know where the root of the catastrophe is, but he knows that what he wants to do is to rearrange the chaos.And he actually felt that he heard the approval of this arrogant idea from Li Quan's words.

The shallow remaining wine at the bottom of the cup reflected the ginkgo above his head. Li Quan poured the wine, and the golden wine, which was as golden as the ginkgo, shattered the reflection in the cup.

"The world is in chaos," he stated.

"I'm here to set a new order for the messy part." Duji spit out every word while gritting his teeth in the smell of alcohol.

They will all be his roots, and he will live with them.

……

When the moon is full and the sky is frosty, everything is over.Xu Huan sat alone by the well in the deep courtyard.

The sweet-scented osmanthus rice wine made by all things will not make him drunk, but the long ancient rhyme sung by the chief priest just now is unexpectedly recalled in his mind.

……

Yaoming is in Jiuquan, and Jun Lian wants to hold a pole.

The fine color is precious and should be prepared, please come down and hear me.

My relatives are wandering in confusion, and I am sad and sad.

It's so dangerous and painful, I pray for your mercy.

……

The quaint sacrificial words elongated the tune and rose and fell according to the rhythm. In the lofty space, they were solemn and quiet, and solemnly enshrined to the gods.

There are nine yellow springs flowing in the darkness, and the steadfast gods ferry across the springs.

With colorful treasures as offerings, please come down and listen to my words.

The lingering souls are my relatives, and I cry with grief until my heart aches.

They have suffered many dangers, please show them mercy.

... Sadness is not sad, life and death are farewell.

Xu Huan leaned against the well with half-closed eyes, resting his fingers on the mouth of the well, the temperature was almost the same as that of stone bricks in late autumn.

He stayed for a while, slowly opened his eyes, and left the yard.

Illusory comforts are always only illusory.

……

In the nether world, coffin-like boats floated up from the underworld.

Wisps of incense are born from the void, wrapping around the tightly closed boat.The Nether is everywhere, and the incense that enters the Nether is like dissipating in the void.

The coffin boat seemed to be breathing, and a few wisps of incense were sucked in from the gap in the coffin lid.After the smoky incense entered, the lid of the coffin was suddenly removed, revealing a dark opening.A pale hand stretched out from the gloom and rested on the edge of the coffin.

……

At the foot of Shekou Cliff, the calm black water pool suddenly turned up violent waves, Xie Qi jumped up vigilantly, looked into the lake, the unicorn on his forehead faintly emitted a faint light.

In the turbulent waves of the black water pool, the ghost king's figure suddenly appeared, with flying black hair, powerful phoenix eyes, and fierce aura on the bone blade.

Seeing that it was the Queen of Ghosts, Xie Chao breathed a sigh of relief, the haze on the unicorn dissipated, and asked, "How is it?"

"You are right, there is indeed a hidden force in the Netherworld." Nuxu said coldly.

After she broke through the obstacles, she has been cleaning up the beetles in Huangquan, but all the time, she found only some small pawns, like the white-faced evil gods on the Jiuqu River who pretended to be boatmen, and they were basically useless.The person behind the scenes dared to use the earth's veins as a free hand. If he just set up such a hand in the netherworld, how could it match his courage?

Nuxu has long suspected that there is another hidden power in the netherworld, but she has not seen any clues.She really doesn't know much about the Netherworld, and if she calculates it carefully, it has only been a few months since she got the method of entering the Netherworld from the God of God.

Xie Chao's appearance happened just in time, he had been traveling from the Netherworld much longer than Nuxu, and he was much more familiar with the Netherworld Nine Springs.

After Xie Chao came here, he knew everything he knew about Netherworld.Xie Kai always felt that there seemed to be another force in the Netherworld, but he didn't know much about this force, he only saw such a monk occasionally, and he didn't speak to it.At that time, he didn't know that there was someone planning behind the Netherworld, but he thought it was a special inheritance that had mastered the method of entering the Netherworld.But after Jiechai encountered his own tragedy, he looked back and thought about it, only to feel that there might not be the shadow of that unknown force in it.

After he told Nuxu about this matter, Nuxu has been searching in the nether world according to the clues he provided, but she has been unable to find the trace until now.

"They will hide, they made some coffin boats out of something, and sank in the underworld to hide." Nuxu sneered.

These guys had already noticed that she was looking for them, so they deliberately couldn't hide, planning to catch her instead.She was caught off guard for a while and suffered a bit, but she also found out the origin of these shrinking turtles.

Nuxu put away the bone blade, holding a wisp of incense in her palm.

Xie Qian leaned closer to listen to the thoughts in the incense, and said in astonishment: "The ferryman from the underworld?"

Nuxu nodded: "There are several great sacrifices in the world during the Cold Clothes Festival, and this incense suddenly appeared in the netherworld. I was shocked for a moment, and they took advantage of this to try to capture me."

Xie Cha suddenly realized: "It's so."

Mortals are afraid of death, so there are many ghost sacrifices, but reincarnation runs naturally, these sacrifices are empty sacrifices, and the power of incense dissipates in the mortal world.

He had also heard of someone sacrificing to the Ferryman of the Underworld before, but he only regarded it as the same existence as other sacrifices of the underworld, and didn't take it to heart.But they didn't think they took advantage of the ubiquity of the Nether, the incense did not dissipate in the void, but directly entered the Nether.And this group of monks hides in the netherworld, spreading their beliefs in the world openly and increasing their strength.

But since they accepted the incense of the sacrifice, the cognition and prayers of the ferrymen in the world can also be used as a reference.

In the beliefs of the world, the Ferryman to the Underworld is considered to be the existence that sends the souls of the deceased to the other side of the Underworld to enter reincarnation. The Netherworld Ferryman is also to ferry the souls of the deceased out of the pain of icy cold death and let them re-enter the yang world. the gods.Therefore, the ferrymen from the Yellow Springs can move freely in the netherworld, and the ferrymen who boarded their boats naturally have to obey their orders.

The white-faced evil god on the Jiuqu River may be their way of selecting members. He himself is not aware of the existence of the ferryman from the underworld. If he succeeds in the future, he will succeed.However, their members may have another way of absorbing—according to the name of the ferryman in the underworld, the souls that enter the nether world after death, isn't it all up to them to choose?

Nuxu thought of the way she had seen the white-faced evil god make herself stay on the underworld - he used the dead water ghost to support his boat.Only souls with deep grievances can stay on the river.It doesn't seem too difficult to guess what the coffin boats for the ferrymen in the underworld are made of.

The ghost king's expression became more and more serious.She said to Xie Chau: "No matter what, you don't want to step into the netherworld again. I'll go see the God."

……

The first peak of Daqing Mountain.

Changyang sits cross-legged on the top of the mountain.The long night is coming to an end, and in the thin clouds like scales, a great sun rises slowly, and the scaled clouds gradually turn into crystal clear jade flakes under the sunlight.

"Bright Lantern Cult," he said, "The flames of their hearts can illuminate the darkness."

Nuxu retreated from the top of the mountain.Since the gods settled down, the mountain has grown and become more powerful. She is a ghost cultivator, and even with the permission of the gods, she will inevitably feel uncomfortable after staying on the mountain for a long time.

Shangshen didn't say much about the existence of the Ferryman from the Yellow Springs, as if he had anticipated this, but only directed her to seek help from the Bright Lantern Sect.Facing the ferryman who has existed for an unknown amount of time, her foundation is still a little shallow.

The Ferryman of the Underworld, this is the arrangement of Chaos.He didn't dare to enter the nether world himself, so he tossed out these things to investigate for him.He wanted to know whether Changyang had hidden the Underworld in the Nether, and whether the Nether was worth his risk to explore it himself.

When Changyang fell and the underworld disappeared, Hun Chao searched for 12 years. Although he failed to obtain the underworld, it was not in vain.There are traces of the underworld in the divine court of Taiyin, but that is at most only half of the underworld.God's court and hell, numerology and cause and effect, although they have similarities, they are completely different.According to Changyang's temperament, after he realizes that someone is plotting behind his back, he will not put all his hopes on Taiyin.That will directly point out the next goal for Chaos, and it will also put Taiyin and Hell in danger at the same time.

There is another half of the underworld that has no owner hanging, and the half of the underworld controlled by Taiyin is not so tempting. He is bound to get it.

Only half of the underworld is in Taiyin's hands. She uses the structure of the underworld to build the Shenting to sort out her life. Now that the Shenting has taken shape, it is very troublesome to get it. Where is the other half of the underworld?