After being dressed as the evil god

What exactly does Daxuan want?

Is it revenge?No, he had no such lust.Is it destruction?No, that is what all sentient beings want.

Can the desires of mortal beings overwhelm his original heart?

But what he wants to do has indeed run counter to what Changyang used to be.

The sun star is sinking, and the white world is dyed red in the setting sun.

The eyes of the gods reflect all living beings.

Jidi is a very special country.It is like a combination of Lu Guo and Liang Guo.

People in Jidi are like livestock in the pen, and they think they are devout believers who worship gods.In other words, the people of Liang State thought they were the people of Lu State, and that was the state.But even if they were once the people of Liang Kingdom, at least they still know the suffering.They may be numb, but they still know that they are living in a bad environment.

People in Jidi, living in the sea of ​​suffering, think they are happy, wading into the bitter water with every step, and think they are walking on the road of liberation.

These sentient beings who have long forgotten that they have formed a pact with the gods, the wailing deep in their hearts is still continuously spreading to Daxuan.

……

The strong man dug out the title deed from his home, but his old mother could not stop him, she could only hold his arm and wailed: "What are you doing, ah? What are you doing!"

The man shook her off irritably: "This is used as an offering to the gods! Do you understand? To the gods! I'm not going to eat, drink, whore or gamble."

"But you took it away, what shall we do in the future?" The old woman grabbed his sleeve again, "I have already offered a lot, I have already given a lot!"

"What do you know? It's such a mess now, there are so many strange things outside, without the protection of gods, can you survive? People can afford it, so why should the temple take care of you?" The man's face was full of fanaticism.

"But, but..."

"Today is the Yuanji Festival, do you want to stop me from worshiping the gods?" He accentuated the word "worshiping the gods".

The old woman didn't dare to speak, her hands were still firmly grasping his sleeve.

The man pushed her away and hurried away with the title deed.

Only the old woman was left on the ground crying.

……

The monks in Jidi also have their own truths.

Two streamers of light flew out from the valley, behind them was a string of lights of various colors, entangled and collided with each other.This is the fight between the monks, and the reason for the fight is a horse chestnut.

The clouds danced wildly in the sky, and some light and shadow fell from time to time, smashing a cloud of roaring smoke and dust on the ground.No one cares about these little things.

I don't know how long it took, the two streamers in front gradually got rid of the people behind them, and flew all the way to a deserted wilderness, where two people appeared.

"Finally got rid of them!"

"Junior Brother, this Aescin is really rare. After returning home, I will dedicate it to Master Sanye, and the remaining four leaves will be divided equally between you and me. Please ask someone to refine it into a elixir. After taking it, you will surely break through!"

"Senior brother is right. After the breakthrough, the next time I meet these people from the Flying Star Gate, I will definitely take revenge! If they hadn't been noisy, they wouldn't have attracted so many people!"

The two chatted and laughed for a while, and one of them said: "Junior Brother, I was injured a little and need to recuperate here for a while, you take care of the Esculus and protect me."

The other took the jade box containing the medicine and said solemnly: "Brother, don't worry, and rest at ease, I will not let anyone disturb you."

The two set up the formation, and after about half an hour, the injured senior brother closed his eyes and sat cross-legged, as if he had fallen into a sedation, and the junior guard who was guarding the side vigilantly looked around, as if attracted by something, and walked out After a few steps, after leaving the range of the formation, a light suddenly lit up on his body, and he was about to leave.

A bolt of thunder suddenly shot down at him, and the younger brother hastily used a magic talisman to deal with it. He was caught off guard and was injured a little. Looking back, the older brother who should have settled down to heal his injuries had opened his eyes and was looking at him, sighing: "Junior brother Where do you want to take Qiyezhi? I trust you so much in vain, since the younger brother wants to abandon me, now that I have hurt the younger brother, even if I go back to the master and talk about it, there is nothing I can't say."

The younger brother said bitterly: "Stop pretending! You hid this thunder ahead of time, didn't you just want to kill me after your injury is healed? After I die, no one will know that you got Aescin, and you don't have to hand it over to me." Master, I don't believe you don't want to keep such a rare treasure!"

"Senior brother misunderstood me so much." The senior brother sighed, but the other side did not act slowly.

This pair of senior brothers, who had been working together to deal with other monks fighting for medicine not long ago, now started fighting on their own.

After a fight, the monk who had just killed his fellow disciple lit the dark fire of burning the corpse. This flame can kill people's souls and muddle their minds, so as not to turn the monk into a ghost after death.He looked at the corpse gradually disappearing silently in the flames, and murmured: "Don't blame me. Cultivation is fighting for life. The road is like a net, and the sky is a thread of secrets. Only by fighting for this thread of life can we go to the end. Those who walk together , it’s all competition. If you want to blame, blame yourself for embarking on the path of cultivation..."

Jidi...

All aspects of the world slipped through the big mysterious eyes, and those deep eyes seemed to become colder, or maybe these eyes have always been so deep, like a cold ancient mirror, but when the scene reflected in the mirror When it is cold and dark, the scene in the mirror makes the mirror itself appear colder.

All living beings pray for trouble.

A prayer as clear and strong as the sun, passing through the complicated desires, chaotic emotions, and endless prayers, fell to his ears and eyes, clear and bright.

"God..."

Ding Qin curled up in a depression on the back of a rock, closed her eyes, and held a small, warm lamp in her hand. The light from the lamp illuminated her face. In the cold and dark night, her face was calm and peaceful. pious.

This is the first peak of Daqing Mountain and the sanctuary on earth in Changyang.It is difficult to climb to the top of the mountain, and this time, unlike the one in the dream, there is no god to watch over, and no one will reach out and pull her to the top of the mountain when she reaches the limit.

She can only rely on herself.

It was getting darker.By the time the daylight faded, she couldn't see anything.Fortunately, the lighting method she learned from Changpu does not require aptitude and mana, and can be operated with heart.This makes her not too helpless in the dark, but she still needs to stop in the dark. She is now only a little better than ordinary people.

"God God..." She was in the stone nest on the mountainside, holding her heart flame and praying, "May I understand your way, may I be able to reach the top of the mountain, may I be able to find you, may I..."

Xuanniao told her that God has changed, he no longer protects the world, but wants to destroy the world.

She doesn't believe it.

But she also knew that Xuanniao would not lie, that Lord Yan and Taiyin were gods who had been friends with the God of God.She didn't think they were cheating on her.

She remembered that on the day when she became an envoy of God, she saw the mighty sun disk on the body of the god, and there was an empty and deep shadow between the sun disk.

……

In the wind and snow, in front of the temple, Daxuan in a black robe still half-closed his eyes, twitching his fingertips as cold as ice and snow.

Zheng.

"...can illuminate every shadow with the slightest light of my own body, and never cause the shadow to engulf everything."

The sound of Qiqingqin faded away in the twilight.

The world is full of lights.Tonight is the Yuanji Festival, which is the annual day of offering sacrifices to the gods in the customs of Hebei.

The cities in Jidi are very interesting. At the center of most cities, there are temples, and the streets are divided into four directions, which serve as the central axis that divides the entire city.

Now, there is still the last twilight in the sky, lights have been lit on the four main streets, and lamps are gradually hung on the streets and alleys branched from the main street.The road is full of fragrant clouds from the treasure furnace, the sound of the drum and flute, and the golden hairpin and jade crown are shining like streams.

Worship the gods, worship the gods.The gods cannot be neglected.Worshiping to the gods is a joyful thing.

Although the temple is no longer as close to people as it used to be, it is precisely because of this that it is necessary to worship God devoutly and happily.

Various stalls have already been set up on the left and right sides of the wide street. At the top of the noodle stalls are several exquisite statues of gods, and on the mask stalls are hung exquisite masks with god faces. There are also vendors selling sachets, snacks, and lanterns. ... Rouge and gouache, odd toys and gadgets, all kinds of gadgets, and all of them can tell a thing or two about the relationship with the temple from the mouth of the stall owner.

Among the tourists, apart from mortals, there are also some monks who have hidden their identities.This is the largest temple in Jidi. According to legend, during the outing of the gods during the Yuanji Festival, those statues will really attract the consciousness of the gods.

The streets are full of people, and the temple gates are also bustling with people. They are not waiting to offer incense. The temple does not offer incense tonight, and the statues will be paraded through the streets tonight.They are waiting to welcome the gods who come out of the temple to obtain blessings and protection.

What a lively scene.

The Jidi that worships the gods, the Jidi that is tenacious and victorious, and the Jidi that is full of vitality.

As night fell, the lights made the city even more prosperous.Those who have the ability are doing their best to brighten the streets and decorate them more beautifully.

The chariots of the gods walk only on the best streets.

The prosperous lights are eye-catching, and no one cares about the inconspicuous dark corners outside the lights.

Drum music, shengxiao, and the full moon topped the sky. The temple door opened, and the statue of the god was already on the chariot, and the tall and wide red wheel moved.

God will come out of the temple.

Zheng.

A zither sounded suddenly, and all the bustle and bustle seemed to go away in the sound of the zither.

At the end of the East Street, a large pavilion-like carriage suddenly appeared, with a dark blue body, dark red curtains, and no shaft. Six iron chains were connected to the bottom of the pavilion. Drive the cart to the center of the city.

Numerous ghost figures emerged from the left and right of the cart, surrounding it and moving forward slowly.

The night wind blew the sedan chair curtains, revealing the ghost king sitting upright inside.

When Xi Chen'an raised his eyes, his cold eyes were facing the sacred chariot that was about to emerge from the temple.

At the end of the West Street, a cold and gloomy fog suddenly rose. In the fog, blue ghost fires flickered faintly, and a large pitch-black coffin was vaguely illuminated.

Four thin, pale paper figurines carried the coffin, with blue, red, blue and white faces depicting joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

One after another ghost figures emerged from the ground, following the coffin to the left and right.

The coffin lid was not closed, and a mutilated bone hand rested on the side of the coffin, propped up a skeleton full of scars from inside, and sat on the coffin lid like a chair. "The coffin head of the word is blocked.

At the end of South Street, countless dark blue light spots flew from the dark corners, and gathered here to form a huge dark blue wolf shadow, walking with a one-eyed sick wolf with bony bones and skin in the middle of the street.

The gloomy light on the shadow of the wolf was like a living thing, turning the faces of all creatures blue, and countless strange ghost shadows fell, accompanying the tall and lonely sick wolf.

At the end of North Street, all the scenes seemed to shake for a moment, and then became blurred, like faded old paintings that had been stored for too long, and seemed to be covered with a layer of dust and old.

An old man on crutches walked slowly to the center of the city. Wherever he went, the blur spread. The glazed bricks and tiles of the houses on the street were dusty and faded, and even the lights seemed to be soaked.

The bottomless ghost king, the bone of death and suffering, the wolf of sickness and suffering, and the old and suffering approached the tall and solemn temple in the city from Sifang Street.

Wherever they went, the lights on the street were dimmed. Pedestrians were either frozen in place and unable to move, or were ignorant and unable to detect changes, or lost consciousness and comatose in place, including the few monks. Surprised, all the methods used have no effect like phantoms, only the afterimages of horror reflected in the pupils.

It was dark in all directions, and finally only the bright lights in the temple remained.

The chariot that was about to leave was blocked in the temple, and on the statue of Hunyuan Yiqi Guizhen, the mud-carved and wooden sculpture, and the eyes inlaid with orbs, it seemed that a pair of eyes with a new look had opened again.