At the third hour of Shen, the lights first came on.

Jing Hua flashed out of the back door of "Yishantang" and walked straight to the south of the city. At the corner of the cross street, Zhuoman was wearing a thin gauze and was waiting for it.

In the past few days, the two elders arranged for the work and daily life of the Jing clan and were busy with chores. In order not to cause concern, Jing Hua did not inform them of the date of the "Celebration", but only said that he was tired from the journey and needed to recuperate for several days.

Seeing the monk coming as promised, Zhuo Man immediately smiled, his tone was indescribable.

"Why don't you see that white wolf? You and I will conduct a ceremony. With it protecting and patrolling around, there will be more security."

Jing Hua shook his head and said, "Rice ball is wild and I don't know where it's crazy. But I have told it the time of the 'sacrificial festival', so it will definitely not be a mistake."

Zhuo Man knew this was an excuse, but he couldn't point it out. After all, when we meet by chance, the other party will definitely be wary.

The two walked side by side, Jing Hua asked, "Fellow Daoist Zhuo, you were vague before and never said how to help you. Now that the 'sacrificial ceremony' is about to come, this matter should not be a secret, right?"

Zhuo Man pondered over and over again and said, "The 'Tongshen Festival' is a secret of our clan, but fellow Taoists are about to attend the ceremony, so I am mentally prepared. I have already set up an altar in my residence. At that time, fellow Taoists and I will sit at both ends, and I will recite the sacrificial text and pray for the response of the witch god "Yi Du"..."

During the conversation, the two of them entered a deep alley. The lights on the street were mostly blocked, and they could only vaguely see the path under their feet.

"...If there is no accident, the response of the Witch God will fall on the fellow Taoist, and it will descend into the soul by initiation. The divine power is immeasurable, and it will bring all kinds of illusions and shadows, and the attack on the soul is fierce. Ordinary monks have limited soul power and cannot bear the impact of the divine power. If the fellow Taoist can pass the level smoothly, they will temporarily become the witch god's apostle. The 'apostle' will then bless me, and the ceremony will be completed."

Jing Hua was speechless. Zhuo Man said nothing flawed, and the results of the Fantuan investigation were consistent.

According to the other party's description, the ritual process is similar to the "ghost beat" and "god beat" in the previous life. However, the "ghost beat" and "god beat" in the previous life are mostly fraudulent tricks to cheat people of money, and the "ghost prayer ceremony" of female cultivators is unpredictable, and they are afraid that there will be a witch god to appear.

The two of them walked while chatting and soon arrived at the small courtyard in the south of the city. Zhuoman took the lead and led Jing Hua into a quiet room.

The interior layout is just like the rice balls, with spiritual flowers and gems arranged in special shapes, with many various materials, plants, and Jinghua cannot even name them.

Based on his understanding of the baby, the decorations in the house are valuable, at least more than three pieces of spiritual jade. What the female cultivator said before is a huge amount of money, and it seems that what she said is true.

According to Zhuoman's request, Jing Hua sat cross-legged in the triangle on the left. The female cultivator took out an object from her arms and placed it at the top of the opposite side of the two triangles. Looking closely, the object seemed to be a gray stone the size of a soybean, which could be seen everywhere on the roadside, which was very inconspicuous.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuo, what are you putting?"

The female cultivator has already sat in the right triangle, and the two are not far apart, and the "sacrificial ceremony" is about to be held.

Seeing that everything was normal, Zhuo Man put down his worries and replied with a smile: "This is the 'chaotic stone', which has been kept by the 'Great Witch Envoy' of the clan for generations, and it is also the key to the 'Shen Tong' ritual..."

The female cultivator raised her hands at the same time, and two handfuls of green powder dissipated in the air. Jing Hua smelled a faint strange fragrance, the smell refreshed, and seemed to be refreshed in an instant, as if she had taken a spiritual fruit and a magic pill.

"......Jing Shaojun, whether it is the great witch or the demon god, they live in the vast void of Taihao, with billions of believers, and their divine thoughts are unreasonable, and they require a glimpse of the vast existence. The effort spent more than imagined. There are clear records in the holy scriptures in the clan that in ancient times, blood sacrifices were held for the sake of the gods and spirits, hundreds of thousands of people and animals, and they often ended in failure. The "chaotic stone" of our clan is a treasure that communicates with gods and demons, and avoids many tedious matters. Unfortunately, after repeated activation of the "witch envoys" in all generations, only this little thing is left now..."

Jing Hua said in surprise: "Last time, fellow Taoist said 'can't afford it', does it mean..."

"Yes, there are other places to buy spiritual flowers and strange things, but the "Chaostone" is a special treasure. Few people have heard of it. Now this piece can only be used once or twice, and it will slowly disappear."

Jing Hua's eyes shrank slightly, as if he was thinking.

Zhuoman put his knees on the ground, his hands folded together, she twisted her waist gently and said softly: "Planning is for people, and success is for heaven. Young Master Jing doesn't have to worry about it, let's start..."

"call......"

Jing Hua sighed softly. He emptyed his thoughts, closed his eyes slightly, and stopped thinking about it.

"So...na...yeah...ah...sigh...woo..."

Zhuoman sang softly, with the melody faintly and the long and short syllables rising and falling, as if they were in line with some mysterious rule. With the singing, the female cultivator slowly stood up and danced on the spot.

The two were not far apart, but Zhuoman was like a flower separated by fog, hazy and ethereal, flashing with beautiful brilliance, but also seemed out of reach.

The witches are connected to the heaven and earth and slaughter the gods with dance.

Jing Hua spread out his spiritual consciousness and keenly sensed the sounds echoed interlaced and echoed, only within the scope of the circle in the house, without any overflow.

The melodious and low whispering, the lively dance, and the faint fragrance around them make people feel a strange impulse. It seems that they are in an empty and holy temple, worshiping the vast existence.

"Wow...swish..."

A small sound came, and Jing Hua glanced at the corner of his eyes, and the inconspicuous gray stones shone out in a slight light. The light was small and subtle, as if it was there, it seemed to be nothing, so Jing Hua doubted whether he was confused.

As the stones change, the surrounding spiritual flowers, animal bones, essence, blood, gems, etc. merge into each other, becoming unknown substances, quietly evaporating and spreading into the triangle.

"boom!"

A powerful divine power comes from the outside and comes from an unknown place, directly acting deep in the soul. The power comes so suddenly that it is impossible to defend at all.

Jing Hua once faced the spiritual power of the Yuanying Real Person. Under the strong pressure, his body would crawl involuntarily.

The power of the divine is completely different at this moment. In the quiet room, the body is still immersed in singing and dancing, quiet and fragrant, enjoying the joy brought by the "sacrificial ceremony", and the soul seems to be stripped away and trembles in front of the supreme power.

Trembling is not about courage or perseverance, but rather the instinct like eating, drinking water, sleeping, urinating, and drowning. It is a fear of unknowableness and admiration for the way.

“…”

Silently, consciousness enters the virtual realm of the sea of ​​consciousness. The lightning and thunder above and the boundless green field below are transformed and reborn under the control of divine power.

The green field quickly withered and fell, from green to yellow, from yellow to gray. The thunder and lightning seemed to lose its roots, the thunder became smaller and smaller, and the lightning became thinner, leaving only boundless darkness and little "starlight".

From the soul to the body, organs, bones, meridians, and flesh, they aged and exhausted almost at the same time, as if they were infected with extremely domineering poison.

Jing Hua was shocked and angry. This was not a magical illusion, it was clearly an extremely real "divine poison". If this continues, without the effort of tea, his soul would be silent and his body would be exhausted!
Chapter completed!