Sisfiel's Unforgettable Journey

Sun in the sky, green trees on the ground

Our bodies are born on the earth

Our souls come from heaven

The sun and the moon shine on our limbs

Greenery nourishes our body

Give this body to the wind that blows across the earth

Thank God for the miracle and the land of the Kuruta tribe

May our hearts be always in good health

I want to be able to share the joy with all my fellow man

wish to share their sorrow

Please always praise the Kuruta people

Let's take red fire eyes as proof

This day is an annual sacrificial event. All the people of the Kuruta tribe, including babies who were born not long ago, gathered around the sacrificial altar. Everyone knelt down on the ground, praying devoutly and excitedly, praying, praying , praying to their god, may God give them peace and tranquility of the Kuruta tribe.

The people of the Kuluta tribe have always been peaceful and indifferent to the world. Their eyes are fiery red eyes, which are known as one of the seven beauties. Whenever they are emotional, their pupils will change from their original color to Dazzling fiery red, that red, like fire, seems to be able to burn everything, with unparalleled beauty.

It is precisely because of the red eyes, one of the seven beauties coveted by the world, that the Kuruta people choose to live in seclusion in a secret place without contact with the outside world.

In order to protect their clansmen.

Their clansmen are too few, and their hearts are too peaceful to compete with the world, so they can't compete with outsiders. If they can't live in seclusion in places that are hard for outsiders to reach, there will be no Kuruta clan in the world long ago.

The place where the Kuruta live in seclusion is difficult to reach even for powerful hunters. It is dangerous and charming, which is one of the reasons why the Kuruta choose to live in seclusion here. It is safe and beautiful, which is very suitable for their survival.

Today is the day when the Kuruta people pray to their innate nature. All the Kuruta people wear their national costumes, and their dazzling fiery red eyes look at the stone statues on the sacrificial altar excitedly, devout and full of admiration.

Kurapika, who was only four years old, followed his parents and looked curiously at the gorgeous and solemn sacrificial altar, with pure and ignorant blue-green eyes.

He still doesn't understand these things very well, even though he has participated in such sacrificial activities three times.

"Mom, will the god really bless our Kuruta tribe? What does the god look like? Will he like Kurapika?"

"Hehe...does Little Coola want the gods to like you?"

"Think!" The young Kurapika didn't really understand these things very well, but he intuitively wanted to make the god who was revered by all the clansmen like him. It would be great if he could meet the god. Looking at his gentle mother, the immature childish voice was full of yearning: "Kula wants to know if the god is really as powerful as the book says? Is it really as beautiful as the picture in the book? He will like Kula Is it? What kind of gift does Kura want to give to Lord Tenjin?"

One question after another, with the immaturity and innocence unique to children, made the people around him laugh in good faith. The patriarch walked to Kurapika's side on crutches, rubbed his hair lovingly and smiled: "Of course the gods He is the most powerful, he has been protecting our Kuruta tribe, Lord Tianshen has given us beauty and strength, and given us peace, Lord Tianshen is the most beautiful and powerful."

"Really?" Kurapika rubbed the patriarch's hand happily, and couldn't contain his excitement: "Has the patriarch met Lord Tenjin?"

"The patriarch has never seen it before, and he is not qualified to meet God." The patriarch shook his head, seeing Kurapika's disappointed face, he couldn't help but comfort him, "But maybe Kurapika has a chance to meet him, Kurapika is so cute, Lord God will definitely like it."

Kurapika had a pair of beautiful blue-green eyes, and his golden hair was extraordinarily dazzling in the sun. The patriarch looked at Kurapika's smiling face that had bloomed again because of his words, and the old face smiled more kindly.

At this time, the sacrificial ceremony had come to an end, and the people of the Kuluta tribe also stood up one after another, gathered together to chat and talk, and some went to the sacrificial altar to respect the altar devoutly.

The whole sacrifice took nearly half a day. The people of the Kuruta tribe began to sacrifice in the morning until noon. After the sacrifice was over, the high priest finally stepped down from the sacrificial altar and changed into the sacrificial clothes specially worn for the sacrifice. costumes.

"The high priest has worked hard."

"You have worked hard!"

As soon as the high priest stepped off the sacrificial altar, everyone gathered around and thanked the high priest kindly. The high priest smiled and nodded, and the priest staff in his hand swayed as he walked, "It is my privilege to sacrifice for the people." glory."

The high priest walked up to the patriarch, bent down, and looked respectful: "Patriarch, the sacrifice is over, do you need to start the last project?"

Everyone knows the last item mentioned by the high priest. This is the last item in the sacrificial process and the item that the Kuruta people look forward to the most, that is, praying to the gods.

Praying for the gods means that every member of the Kuruta tribe will present a flower with a special mark engraved on it (every household has a flower specially prepared for praying for the gods), and this flower will be placed Put it on the stone table in front of the sacrificial altar, and wait until everyone has placed it, the patriarch and the high priest will pray to the god together, and let the god send a miracle, and after the prayer, everyone will take back their own flower. Put it in your room.

Strange to say, after praying to the gods, those flowers will keep fresh all year round, and if you put the flowers in your own room, you will not get sick all year round. Even if someone is injured, take off a petal and put it in the water to drink. His injury will heal.

The people of the Kuruta tribe all say that this is the blessing given to their people by the gods.

The words used for praying to the gods were picked and picked by the Kuruta people from the most beautiful flowers in their gardens long before the sacrifice began. Before praying to the gods, everyone put the flowers on their chests and took good care of them. The flowers will not be damaged in any way, and they will be taken down and placed on the stage when praying to the gods.

Hearing the words of the high priest, the patriarch looked at the people who were about to move, and knew that everyone was waiting for the final prayer. He nodded and looked at the sacrificial altar with a solemn and solemn expression: "Start praying."

"Oh! Oh! Pray to the gods! Lord God bless our Kuruta tribe!!" As soon as the patriarch finished speaking, all the Kuruta tribe shouted happily.

Everyone stepped forward in an orderly and cautious manner, put their flowers on the stone table and then stepped back, knelt quietly around the sacrificial altar and recited prayers silently, letting the god know that their Kuluta tribe is the most loyal believer of the god, and also Hope the gods will bless them.

Kurapika was very excited. He was already four years old, and he was able to pray to the gods independently. He carefully placed the flowers in his hand on the stone platform, and retreated to the tribe to pray with them, hoping that the gods would bless them. Kuruta tribe.

The sun at noon was very dazzling. The golden light sprinkled on the sacrificial altar, on the stone platform, and on those beautiful flowers. It was like the divine light descended from the sky, making those beautiful flowers stained with the light of God.

At this time, no one would suspect that this was not a miracle. Under the bright golden sunlight, all the beautiful flowers on the stone platform gradually began to change, until everyone recited countless prayers silently, all the beautiful flowers on the stone platform The beautiful flowers all turned into beautiful crystal flowers like crystals.

The more than 100 beautiful crystal flowers shining with purple light look mysterious and full of vitality in the sun, lying quietly on the stone table, waiting for someone to come and get them.

At this point, all the sacrificial activities were completed, and the people of the Kuluta tribe stood up and looked excitedly at the crystal flowers on the stone table, so excited that they couldn't control themselves.

"Patriarch, Lord God also blessed our Kuruta tribe this year, God heard our prayer!" A young man from the Kuruta tribe ran up to the patriarch, his face was flushed with excitement, and the fiery red was flowing The dazzling eyes are bright and charming.

"Patriarch, you have worked hard this year!" The young woman holding the baby was also very excited. She saluted the patriarch with a warm and happy smile: "Master Tianshen has always remembered our Kuruta tribe, it is really great .”

"Yes, yes, this year I am also full of energy!!"

"Hehe..." The patriarch and the high priest glanced at each other, and at the same time, they saw comfort and love in each other's dazzling red eyes. They love their people so much, and all their people are so loving The ground worships and believes in the gods and lords, and their people are peaceful and indifferent to the world.

Lord God, please listen to my prayer. I pray that the people of our Kuluta tribe can live in such a simple and peaceful way all the time, without needing to understand the outside world, and without having to face the greed and desire of the outside world.

"Patriarch, don't worry, you'll be fine." The high priest seemed to see through the patriarch's worries, and comforted him: "Our Kuruta tribe's residence itself is blocked by natural barriers, and even those with strong thoughts can hardly pass through. What's more, few people know about the dangerous location here, and everyone will be safe."

"Oh... I hope so, we don't know how valuable the fiery red eyes of the Kuruta tribe are outside, I'm just worried that one day this god-given eye will bring a devastating disaster to our tribe, Kuruta The people of the Ta tribe are too peaceful and uncontested, once a disaster really strikes, we can't stop it at all."

This is what the patriarch is most worried about. Their people have always been hunted down because of the fiery red eyes known as one of the seven beauties. It was not until they moved here that they escaped the catastrophe of extermination. Only at this time, Their people are already few, and they don't know how long they can rest in peace.

The patriarch and the high priest talked for a while before they walked among the expectant people and nodded to them: "Okay, you go and get your own crystal flowers."

"Great, thank you Patriarch!"

"Hehe..." The group leader and the high priest shook their heads helplessly as they watched a group of people rush up, pick up their own flowers and go home, the smile on their faces couldn't stop: "There is really nothing we can do about them."

After a while, the people at the sacrificial altar had almost left, and the patriarch and the high priest were about to step up to take their own share. They walked to the stone table and looked at the person who was standing there holding the crystal flower and did not leave. Kurapika, a little confused.

"Kurapika, why didn't you go home with Mom and Dad?" The high priest knelt down and patted Kurapika's head: "Go back quickly and put the crystal flowers away properly, the gods will bless you."

"High Priest, can't Ku La see Lord Tianshen?" Ku La held the crystal flower and looked at the High Priest, with deep anticipation in his blue-green eyes: "Kula wants to see Lord Tianshen."

"This..." The high priest was in a dilemma, not knowing what to say, the patriarch also knelt down, looked at Kurapika tenderly, and smiled benevolently.

ai: "Kula, you have to know that Lord Tenjin is not only our Lord Tenjin, he is also the Lord Tenjin of many, many people, so God is very busy and he doesn't have time to come see us."

"When does God have time that day? Has Koura been unable to see Lord God?"

"This one……"

Neither the patriarch nor the high priest knew what to say. At this moment, the somewhat sad Kurapika suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the sacrificial altar. The fiery red eyes were full of surprise and his immature admiration: " But Kura saw Lord Tenjin! Lord Tenjin came to see Kura!!"