Chapter 236: Sacrifice to evil spirits

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Why did Yang Jian suddenly get angry? But I saw a group of mortals blowing gongs and drums on the mountain beam, marching towards a small Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.
This group of mortals, men and women of all ages, and mostly thin in stature, are obviously not easy to survive in this mountain forest.
Four men walked in the forefront, carrying a simple wooden table. On the table was a small child with cross-legged legs. The child sat there with blank eyes and a dull complexion. In the team, there were a few women dressed in coarse cloth dresses, with red eyes and enduring crying. They were blocked by a few men from approaching the square.
The rest were mostly old people and children, many of them assisted each other, followed behind the girl who was carried, towards the Taoist temple in the mountains.
And under that Taoist temple, Yang Jian had already seen the poisonous dragonfly hiding here!
What is this doing?
Yang Jian instantly thought of a word-living sacrifice!
For something evil and filthy like Poison Jiao, the method of cultivation is inherently vicious, and it is not uncommon to swallow a virgin to supplement Taoism.
How long has this place existed?
Didn’t the human race in this mountain become a ration for the poisonous scorpion?
In this fashion, how many virgins have swallowed by the poisonous firefighter who is still in retreat at the end of the catastrophe? !
With a trace of luck, Yang Jian fell directly in front of the team, deliberately driving in the clouds and parked in the air, his face solemn and majestic.
The group of mortals couldn't help but stared blankly at Yang Jian for a while. I don't know who shouted "Fairy", and a group of people sparsely bowed down and shouted the fairy.
But no one called for help.
Yang Jian felt a little strange, and asked, "Wait, what is this for?"
"Return to the fairy," a man shouted to Yang Jian boldly, "this year it is our village's turn, we will send the blessed girl to Guanzhong and send her to heaven!"
Yang Jian frowned.
Ascension? I'm afraid it wasn't in the mouth of that poisonous scorpion!
"What is ascension? How to ascend to heaven?" Yang Jian said, all these mortals looked at each other.
An old man whispered: "We can't answer the fairy's question like this. It's just that our ancestors have been like this for generations. There are a total of 300 villages in this mountain. Every month, one village chooses a blessed girl and sends it here. Some immortals take them to the palace to enjoy the blessing.
Ignorance!
Yang Jian had roughly understood what the matter was, but he was angrily laughed in his heart.
This is true for ancestors from generation to generation, one person a month, all girls?
It's no wonder that poisonous scorpion can transform a dragon, and can't get out of the nest here. If you continue to practice for a long time, how can it not have high magic power?
But Yang Jian quickly suppressed the anger in his heart for a while. He nodded and said: "If this is the case, I won't bother you to send your girls to enjoy the blessing. I just passed by by accident, so don't worry about it."
After Yang Jian said, waving his sleeves, his figure flew towards the horizon.
These mortals all bowed to worship and shouted the fairy blessings, and a few people whispered, saying that the children they sent have such capabilities.
Yang Jian only made a circle in the mountain, his profound energy enveloping himself, and he did not alarm the sleeping poisonous dragon.
He looked at the mountains and the layout of the mountain. The poisonous scorpion was careful. A large array of divine consciousness was placed here, and all the three hundred villages were enveloped. The outside was a continuous mountain. , Few people can enter this area.
Yang Jian simply sat on the cloud, quietly waiting for the group of mortals to reach the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.
He looked towards the Tao, and saw that there were three or five figures in the Taoist temple, all dressed as Taoists, but they were all mortals.
In the backyard of the Taoist Temple, there is a ‘well’ which is held down by a big stone. Just below that well is the head of the poisonous scorpion.
Yang Jian didn't want to go directly into the well, but he had the idea of ​​ignoring the ignorant mortals here; he wanted them to see with their own eyes how vicious it is for the gods who have sacrificed for so many years.
What is the so-called Tiangong Fudi?
Before hundreds of mortals arrived at the Taoist temple, they prayed again and offered sacrifices. There were dozens of different kinds of chicken, duck, fish, whole grains, and wild game from the mountains.
The girl's blank eyes returned to some expressions, and she curled up in fear, but was pressed by two males on the thin shoulders to keep her from moving.
The famous old woman was helped forward, walked to the door of the Taoist temple, slammed the door three times, stepped back and knelt down.
Someone in the Taoist temple took a long voice and shouted: "The lucky girl is here—"
The mountain gate opened, and three Taoists walked out of it, wrapped in ethereal celestial spirits; all three of them were dressed in bright Taoist robes, tied with sapphire crowns, and lived in weak Taoism.
"This seat is the breeze watching the master," the tall, thin and veteran in the center of the trio was an expert, his eyes seemed to drift towards the cloud where Yang Jian was, but he moved away without a trace.
The group of mortals repeatedly shouted "Wonderful Lordship" and "Wonderful Lordship", and regarded this old way as the'head of the group of immortals', which is several times more respectful than the'God' who Yang Jian walked directly on the cloud. .
Yang Jian was also a little speechless when he saw it, but he did not act directly, but watched quietly.
The three Taoist priests who came out of this Taoist temple cast spells, lifted the table where the girl was on, and put the food cloth brought by the villagers directly into a bag.
With this immortal family method, the mortals who watched were exclaimed, and the Qingfeng Master raised his hand and threw a bottle of medicine to the old woman.
"This is the blessing left to your village. Each pill can prolong your life for three to five years. Go, if you live too long and get out of the fixed number set by the book of life and death for too long, it will be disaster."
"Thank you Guanzhu! Thank you Guanzhu!"
The old woman and many old people were inexplicably excited, and bowed and bowed to the backs of the three veterans.
Sitting on the cloud, Yang Jian had already clenched his fists.
what is this?
Sell ​​the girls in the village to the demons and use the blood energy pills refined by the demons to extend their life?
Extremely ignorant! It's ridiculous!
Yang Jian's emotion was inexplicable, he felt that this poisonous flood was vicious, and the human heart was also vicious. The elderly in those villages may still be waiting and looking forward to their village's turn in 25-26. Their village will be able to have more than a dozen pill, which will prolong their lives and live longer.
The inferior nature of the human race is fully revealed in the thousands of miles of mountains and forests in this small world.
Yang Jian was a little upset, so he didn't pay much attention to the mortals who were about to evacuate; he fixed his eyes to the Taoist temple, wanting to see what the old Taoists were doing.
Two young men who looked like handymen set up an incense case and placed them beside the sealed well; three Taoists walked with the girl outside and placed them on the futon behind the incense case.
Qingfengguan said, "Go down."
The two Taoist priests and the two handymen all bowed down and retired and closed the gate of the courtyard.
Yang Jian watched the movements of the old Qingfeng intently, and found that he was pretending to do something first, picked up a whisk and flicked it into the air, and a golden light shot into the sky.
The group of mortals who hadn't walked far away from the outside were suddenly excited and inexplicable, and they knelt down and bowed.
They all thought that this was the sight of the girl being sent to the Heavenly Palace; they didn’t know that when the golden light flew up, the old Qingfeng had already carried the girl to the well, picked up the big stone easily, and was about to take it. The girl threw it in.
A strong gas flowed from the well, and the girl was agitated by the gas. She seemed to see something and wanted to scream in horror.
Old Qingfeng snorted coldly, and directly sealed the girl's mouth with his big hand, and waited for the aura to rush out before throwing the girl into the well!
Huh!
A pale yellow figure suddenly drew across in front of his eyes.
The old Qingfeng stunned, and looked down at his left hand. The girl holding her left hand was nowhere to be found. There was only one bald wrist, and the left hand linked to the wrist was also missing.
There is no blood flowing out, but the incision is so terrible!
The old Dao's eyes widened, and the pain in his wrist just hit, and he raised his head in pain and shouted ~EbookFREE.me~ He threw the big stone away in a hurry, and staggered back with his wrist.
"Ah...ah! My hand!"
Old Qing Feng was pale, and he raised his head to look aside, only to see a mighty and handsome man standing there. The man patted his belt, and the girl in his hand was instantly missing.
"Who are you! How dare you!"
"Humph!" Yang Jian snorted coldly. Qingfeng Old Dao was struck by lightning, and his chest was sunken in. He stepped back a few steps, knelt down on the ground embarrassedly, opened his mouth, but couldn't breathe for a while.
Yang Jian said coldly: "Wake up the things in the well."
This old way is not too wasteful, shaking his hands and tapping on his chest, the weak magic power temporarily stabilized his injury.
He rolled his eyes for a half circle, and immediately had a plan, and sneered: "Who are you? How dare you come here to be wild! You know, even if the Taoist who is the real fairy comes, he died in the hands of the ancestors! "
The opening is a real immortal, and I can't blame this old way of short-sightedness. It is true that the news in this small world is blocked, the way is disabled, and few outside monks will come to this ‘poor country’.
Strength limits imagination.
Yang Jian held his hands empty and stepped forward; the old Dao kicked his legs on the ground for a while, his body kept dodgeling backwards, and finally reached the well.
"Dancing with demons, death is not a pity."
Yang Jian flicked his finger, and the old Dao screamed and fell somersault. He turned directly into the well and fell downward.
A black air suddenly gushed out of the well, rising three feet high, turning into a black dragon head with no horns, and those green eyes stared at Yang Jian, without any fluctuations.
"How do you want to die?"
Among the black dragon's head, uttered murderous human words.
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