Chapter 687 Shinto (Additional update for the leader of the alliance, Taishang Daluo Tianxian Wanshou Emperor~)
Old Yutou was silent for a moment, then slowly said:
"This method is called the 'River Sacrifice Method'. It was told to me by a passing fishing cultivator..."
"I was fishing in the river that day, and the boat suddenly sank for some unknown reason - it probably hit a rock at the bottom of the river, or hit the sharp point of some kind of water monster..."
"I have heard of many fisher cultivators who lost their lives as a result of a shipwreck in the river."
"At that time, I panicked and swam desperately to the shore. But as soon as I swam halfway, I was stared at by the water monster..."
"Just when I thought I was about to die in the Yanshui River, a passing fisherman injured the water demon and dragged me to the shore..."
"I just saved a life..."
Old Yutou sighed, still feeling frightened.
Mo Hua's eyes narrowed and he asked: "What does that fishing cultivator who passed by look like?"
Old Yutou thought for a while, "He is a man who often goes into the water. His water quality is very good. His skin is white, like the white fish in the river. His eyebrows are very light and he looks strange. But after looking at him for a long time, I feel that he has a kind face..."
Mo Hua's eyes darkened slightly.
Dragon crossing the river...
"Then what?"
"Then..." Old Yutou muttered, "I was very grateful to him and said I wanted to repay him, but he waved his hand and said... Oh, we all make a living in the water. When we are in trouble, we should help each other with a little effort.
That’s all, you’re welcome.”
"Good man..." Old Yutou sighed, and then said:
"I invited him to drink. Even though it was bad wine, he didn't mind it."
"After three rounds of drinking, we started to talk a lot, so we talked about the plight of the fisherman. He said he had no father, no mother, no children, no daughter, and was alone."
"I said that I am just the opposite. My entire family is destined to live a life of hardship with little to achieve."
"My two grandchildren have good spiritual roots, but there are no spiritual stones for them to practice."
"It's me, a useless grandfather, who drags down their future."
When Old Yutou said this, he looked ashamed, then shook his head and continued:
"When the fisherman heard this, he hesitated to speak. He wanted to speak, but after holding back, he still didn't say anything and just drank by himself."
"But I noticed his hesitation, so I told him to just say whatever he wanted without any worries."
"He just shook his head. I asked him again and again, and then he sighed and told me this method of 'river rituals to reduce disasters'."
"He said that this sacrificial method was something he only heard from some old monks. He didn't know if it was useful."
"The fisherman said that there is a kind of blood fish in this world, which needs to be pious in body and mind and nourished with blood. When its mouth and teeth split and its fins turn into human-like hands and feet, it will be thrown into the well to worship the river god. If you get the river
With God's blessing, all your wishes may come true..."
"I feel strange. I can't understand why you have to be pious physically and mentally and nourish yourself with blood. Since you are worshiping the river god, why don't you throw it into the river instead of into the well..."
Mo Hua was curious, "What did Yu Xiu say?"
Old Yutou frowned and said: "The fish cultivator said that he didn't know either. This ancient method has been passed down from generation to generation. It is just like this and cannot be changed at all."
"He said that since he is offering sacrifices to the River God, then this is what the River God pays attention to. How do we human monks know..."
"I'm a little hesitant."
"He asked me if I wanted to use it? He also said that not everyone can get the blessing of the River God after using this method, but let's give it a try..."
"If I really want to use this method to sacrifice to the 'River God', then for the sake of friendship, he can get the 'Blood Fish' for me. There is no need to give the spirit stone. Just treat him to a drink."
"Spiritual stones are precious, but this kind of wine is worthless."
"I thought to myself, just give it a try. Even if it doesn't work, it's just a loss of some wine money, it's nothing."
"What's more, this man saved my life, so he doesn't need to harm me again."
"He told me so much, and he was so enthusiastic, for my own good..."
Mo Hua frowned as he listened.
Old Yutou didn't know what was going on, so he just sighed to himself and looked at Mo Hua, "Young Master, you should know everything about what happens next..."
Old Yutou sighed with emotion:
"I did as I was told. I got the protection of the River God. I caught a three-color carp and sold it for eight thousand spiritual stones. My two little grandchildren also have a future..."
When Old Yutou said this, he suddenly looked horrified:
"But this kind of thing must not be leaked, otherwise it will attract the blame of the river god and all the blessings will be lost."
Old Yutou looked at the ink painting with pleading eyes:
"Young Master, I'm begging you, old man, just do your best and pretend you didn't see anything."
Mo Hua's expression was complicated, his mind was slightly agitated, he nodded and agreed:
"Okay, I won't tell anyone."
He did not try to persuade the old man, nor did he try to explain to him that the so-called river sacrifices were all fake. The river god he worshiped was not a river god at all, but probably an evil god.
But in this world, a foolish person cannot be persuaded. Even if he talks, it will be in vain. There is no way he will listen.
Mo Hua did not waste this time, he only said:
"I won't tell anyone else about this, but you can no longer raise fish, and you can no longer worship gods in the well water..."
Old Yutou looked troubled.
He only used one for ink painting, and the reason was easier for him to understand:
"Greed will lead to punishment from the river god."
"You have received enough blessings from the River God. If you continue to offer sacrifices and seek too much, you will offend the River God and cause disaster..."
When Lao Yutou heard this, he looked frightened and nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, yes, the young master is right!"
"Don't be too greedy. Enough is enough. I'm lucky enough. If I continue to be greedy, I'm afraid something will happen."
Mo Hua nodded.
Old Yutou breathed a long sigh of relief, saluted the ink painting sincerely and said:
"Thank you young master for the tip."
Mo Hua nodded slightly, "Okay, then I'm leaving, and you just pretend I've never been here."
After saying that the ink painting was clean and tidy, he turned around and left.
Old Yutou looked a little dazed, and then he began to think, why did this young master appear in the small fishing village so late?
What on earth did he do here?
Old Yutou couldn't understand, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was probably the will of the river god.
The river god asked the young master to drive away the monks from the Wang family, and also bought his own fish, fulfilling his wish and giving his two grandsons the opportunity to join the sect.
He should be the River God now, and let this young man wake him up.
You can't be too greedy.
Old Yutou nodded deeply, looked back at the well, then put his fish tank on his back and turned around to leave.
After Old Yutou left, the area around the well was deserted, with no one else around.
After a while, a small figure condensed slightly again, and the figure appeared, it was the ink painting.
He coaxed Old Yutou away, then came back quietly and came to the well.
Mo Hua had seen this well during the day, but didn't pay attention. Unexpectedly, something strange appeared in this well.
Mo Hua lay down at the mouth of the well and glanced into the well.
The well was filled with darkness.
Mo Hua let go of his consciousness and explored the depths of the well. After a while, he noticed that there was water inside, and there were several bloody fish looming in the water.
Going deeper, it becomes chaos and nothing can be sensed.
"The evil god is hiding in this well water?"
"How did you hide it?"
"Inhabiting flesh and blood? Building an altar? Or a preaching statue of an evil god in the well water?"
"But this isn't right either..."
Mo Hua frowned, "If the evil god lives at the bottom of the well, then the whole village's fishing cultivators must have been contaminated by the evil god long ago. There is no need to trick the old man into raising fish to spread evil thoughts like a 'plague'..."
"Besides, if the evil god was at the bottom of the well, I would have discovered it long ago."
In Mo Hua's eyes, black and white flashed, and he used both scheming and calculation to look into the well.
There was indeed blood mist emerging from the well, but it was very light.
Compared with that day, when I followed the dragon across the river and entered the small fishing village, the scarlet blood mist I saw through the calculation of heaven was even lighter.
it's out of the question……
Moreover, based on Mo Hua's understanding of the nature of evil thoughts, if the evil god, or some of the remains of the evil god, really resides at the bottom of the well, it will definitely be eager to get out now, and Jie Jie will laugh maniacally and want to eat itself.
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"Where is the evil god...hiding?"
"What secrets are hidden in this well?"
Mo Hua frowned, thinking for a long time without a clue, and couldn't help but sigh.
Divine consciousness... I'm so hungry...
Nothing to "eat"...
Mo Hua looked at the well again, like a greedy child who wanted to drink "fish soup", and couldn't help but think:
"How about... jump into the well and have a look?"
As soon as this idea came up, he was suppressed by Mo Hua.
My spiritual consciousness is strong, but my physical body is very weak.
If you jump into a well alone, if you encounter an evil spirit, or even an evil god, you can deal with it a few times. But if you encounter a fierce water demon, you may not pay attention, and your life will be lost.
It's not worth the risk.
But Mo Hua also wanted to know what was at the bottom of the well.
He frowned, thinking about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he remembered that he had a "little toy".
Mo Hua immediately opened the storage bag and took out a "little tiger" from inside.
This is a puppet that the puppet master once specially carved for him. It also has a spiritual pivot array drawn in ink on it, which can be controlled by his spiritual consciousness and move freely.
The little tiger has a tiger head and a tiger brain.
Looking at the ink paintings, I still feel a little nostalgic.
He hasn't used these "little tigers" for a long time since he entered the Qianxue state boundary. At this time, he was going to explore the bottom of the well, just in time to try using them.
But the little tiger is made of wood and can float on water.
Mo Hua thought for a while, took a few iron blocks, tied them to the little tiger, and then threw it into the well.
A "plop" sound.
The little tiger fell into the water, was pressed by the iron block, and slowly sank to the bottom of the well.
The bottom of the well is drowsy, and the consciousness is unclear.
Little tigers can't "swim" either.
Mo Hua could only try his best to use his spiritual consciousness to lead the little tiger, squeezing his paws, and slowly moving at the bottom of the well.
He didn't need to know how careful the little tiger's investigation was. He only needed to determine whether there was any danger at the bottom of the well.
The little tiger rowed for a long time and moved a little distance. Suddenly his body trembled, as if he was hit by something.
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.
Then there was a dull, but intense, "plop, plop, plop" sound of water coming from the well.
There seemed to be a school of fish swimming around angrily.
Within a moment, Mo Hua felt that the little tiger had been swallowed by something, and then its breath completely disappeared.
Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then felt happy.
"Fortunately I didn't go down hastily..."
But I lost one of my little tigers...
The ink paintings are somewhat sad.
"What is it at the bottom of the well that swallowed my own little tiger?"
Mo Hua frowned, and suddenly remembered the blood-colored fish demon that was transformed by the evil god's thoughts in the sea of ​​​​consciousness the night he dreamed, with sharp teeth, sharp mouth, ferocious eyes, fins turned into feet, and a blood-colored fish demon that walked upright.
Mo Hua had a vague guess in his mind.
These blood fish, thrown into the well, are probably used to raise "gu".
They absorb human blood and will power, devour each other in the well water, and eventually evolve into a large, bloody fish demon entrenched in the deep well.
This fish demon is the "medium" of the evil god's pollution.
It's not very powerful at this point.
But once it feeds too much, and as it continues to devour and grow, the entire well will turn into a source of pollution, polluting the surroundings through the well water.
And the entire fishing village will become a "hotbed" for the spread of evil spirits.
Mo Hua felt a little heavy in his heart and was still confused at the same time.
If this is the case, then this well is just a "medium" for the evil god's preaching, not the origin of the evil god.
These fish cannot be evil gods.
Where is the evil god's true form?
Mo Hua put himself in his shoes and thought for a moment.
If you are a "little evil god", or a "servant of God" who preaches devoutly for the evil god, you will definitely not put all your eggs in one basket.
This also means that the medium of preaching and the foundation of evil spirits will not be placed in the same well.
The true nature of the evil god must be hidden and unknown, and must not be offended or blasphemed.
The medium of preaching must also be hidden, but it must be spread widely, like well water, polluting believers.
The two must be related, but they cannot be completely isolated.
"In that case, this well is very problematic..."
The secret of the evil god is probably hidden in the well, because apart from this well, there is no trace of any other evil god within a radius of ten miles.
"But what is the secret, where is it hidden, and how is it hidden?"
Mo Hua scratched his head, a little confused.
The bottom of the well is dangerous and I can't go there by myself, but outside the well...
The ink painting circled around the mouth of the well again, but still found no other clues.
No clues were given.
Mo Hua sighed in his heart: "The evil god's preaching is really weird and unpredictable..."
But he was unwilling to give in and searched around the well again.
But until the east turned white and it was almost dawn, still nothing was found.
Mo Hua sighed and could only give up temporarily.
He became invisible again, quietly left the well, and then went straight to the familiar big tree at the entrance of the village, climbed up the branch, and continued to observe patiently.
"I don't believe it anymore. I can't catch your little tail..."
Mo Hua sat cross-legged, a little angry.
The morning sun rises and the small fishing village remains as usual.
Mo Hua just stared and stared from morning to noon, and then watched the smoke rising from every house in the small fishing village while drinking fish soup.
The mood of ink painting is a bit complicated.
This fish soup...can't be drunk...
The more you drink, the more contaminated you will be by the evil god.
But he has no choice now, no way to remind, let alone alert the snake, he can only try to find out the root of the evil god first, and see if he can find a solution from the root...
Mo Hua sighed.
While he was sighing, Mo Hua glanced out of the corner of his eye and was suddenly startled.
He found an acquaintance...
His face is full of beards, muscles are knotted, and his complexion is dark. He looks like a big man who is proficient in water...
It’s the Dragon Crossing the River who has changed his vest!
The eyes of the ink painting are bright.
Finally caught myself!
The dragon crossing the river, which had disappeared for several days in the small fishing village, finally reappeared.
It was noon at this time, and Dragon Crossing the River was carrying a fish basket on his back, dressed as a fisherman, and was walking in the small fishing village as if no one else was around. No one suspected him.
Crossing the River Dragon wandered around the village aimlessly, seeming to be checking the status of the fishermen and looking for something.
Especially when passing by Lao Yutou's house, his eyes became deeper and more thoughtful.
Afterwards, he carried the fish basket and left the small fishing village.
Mo Hua quickly followed and found that after leaving the fishing village, the Dragon Crossing the River walked to the Yanshui River and plunged into the river with a sudden force.
After that, he was like a big black fish, swimming freely under the water.
Mo Hua has a strong spiritual sense, and he has studied Bailang Jue, and is familiar with Bailang's body technique, and the method of driving water to avoid monsters. His spiritual sense has even a slight connection with the Yanshui River.
The Dragon Crossing the River seems to be sinking under the water, but it has always been under Mo Hua's nose.
Every move he makes can be clearly seen by Mo Hua.
But the dragon crossing the river obviously didn't know anything about it.
Mo Hua kept staring like this, and the dragon kept swimming across the river. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Mo Hua became a little anxious.
Two days off, this is already the second day.
In the evening, he had to go back to the sect to attend classes.
But we have followed this far. If we miss it and lose the clue, we may not have such an opportunity in the future.
Moreover, it is better to deal with evil spirits sooner rather than later.
Mo Hua gritted his teeth and sent a message to Gu Changhuai:
"Uncle Gu, I have made an important discovery. Please ask the sect for a day off for me!"
Uncle Gu is the Daoting Si Dian Si. He is more convincing when asking for leave on his behalf than asking for it himself.
Today, no matter what, I must uncover the secrets of the dragon crossing the river and the evil god of the small fishing village...
Mo Hua's eyes are firm.
After that, Crossing the River Dragon was just like before, swimming leisurely back and forth in the Yanshui River, catching a few fish in the process, until it got dark, and he landed ashore.
After landing, he took out the fish basket, packed a few dead fish he had caught, and carried it to the small fishing village just like the previous days.
Mo Hua followed lightly.
After entering the small fishing village, the Dragon Crossing the River looked left and right cautiously, and then took the same route as that day, turned into the same narrow alley, and then disappeared.
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
But this time, he probably knew what was going on.
The night was dark and the moonlight was cool.
The atmosphere in the air gradually became a little depressing.
Mo Hua stepped on the slightly moist ground in the small fishing village, smelling the increasingly strong smell of fish, and walked straight towards the well behind the village.
When he arrived in front of the well, Mo Hua's eyes brightened slightly.
Sure enough, the dragon crossing the river is here too!
Mo Hua walked forward gently and found that Dragon Crossing the River had put the fish basket aside, then took out a pen and an inkstone from his arms.
The pen tip is black and seems to be made of human hair.
The inkstone is white and as sharp as bone. When you grind the ink for a moment, blood flows out.
Dragon Crossing the River used a human pen dipped in blood ink from a bone inkstone to draw an extremely special, primitive and obscure pattern around the well.
When Mo Hua saw this, his heart trembled.
"This is... the evil formation pattern?"
This dragon crossing the river is actually an formation master?
Beside the evil well, the Dragon Crossing the River has pious eyes and humbly painted bloody patterns.
The ink painting was on the side, watching secretly.
As the formation patterns increased, the aura in the well became weirder.
Finally, when all the formation patterns of the Dragon Crossing the River were finished, the well suddenly trembled, and then the cause and effect seemed to be reversed.
This well, in the perception of ink painting, becomes completely different...
An extremely strong, rancid fish smell hit my face.
A strange scarlet blood mist gushes out from the well and gradually spreads outwards, eventually covering the entire small fishing village.
It's as if the "seal" of this well has been opened...
Mo Hua was shocked. He looked at the formation beside the well with solemn eyes.
What kind of formation is this?
Can actually seal the evil god's breath at the bottom of the well...
Mo Hua frowned, thinking hard, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.
"seal……"
Mo Hua's pupils shrank.
Could this be what Huangshan Jun said, which is almost lost...
Shinto formation?!
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Chapter completed!