The cool breeze brings a bit of warmth, the Spring Festival has arrived, and the villages are becoming lively.
A stage was set up on the open land, and children laughed and surrounded it, waiting to watch the big show in the evening.
On the stage, scenes of myths and legends are about to be performed, in which gods descend to earth to lead their ancestors to defeat poisonous snakes, plagues, and evil spirits, and live a peaceful and peaceful life.
Every household collected rice jars and bean bags, went to the fields to pick some wild vegetables, and prepared steaming communal meals.
The village ancestral hall is also busy preparing for this year's sacrifices to the gods.
The market has also become lively. You can buy rare things here, such as children's food, red ribbons for girls' hair, and old men's tobacco poles. In the past, you would have to walk dozens of miles away to exchange them.
arrive.
The children wore majestic 'god' masks and chased each other with branches in their hands, making a big show in advance.
"Little bastard, don't break my things."
The children are lean but nimble, like fish in water, nimbly weaving through the gaps in the crowd. From time to time in the stalls, there will be a flurry of chickens and dogs. Winter!
A boy accidentally bumped into a passerby and sat down on the ground without saying a word. His head was hurt from the hit.
He grinned and burst into tears.
The passerby was embarrassed, so he pulled a candied haws from the straw bundle beside him, paid for it, and handed it to the boy.
"Give.
Candied haws are a precious food. The boy stopped crying immediately when he smelled the sweet smell.
He was in high spirits, holding up the candied haws with two more bites in his hand, and turned around to show off to his friends.
The pedestrian smiled and shook his head, "What a cute... stranger!"
He raised his head and looked at the center of the market, where most of the stage was built. Statues of various gods stood like a forest, looking at all living beings with either majestic or compassionate expressions.
"Um?"
The Ninth Prince's eyes were fixed on one of the statues. The god looked majestic and held two thunderbolts in his hands. It didn't take much to think about it, it was the God of Thunder.
According to legend, the God of Thunder can command the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder to cause clouds and rain in the beginning of spring. The thunder can kill pests in the soil and allow crops to grow abundantly.
Therefore, farmers and villages have always had a tradition of worshiping the God of Thunder.
Moreover, there is another important reason.
This place is the territory of Yunyang Temple, and the power of Thunder Fire Temple has become stronger and stronger in recent years, which has led to the popularization of thunder and lightning belief among the people.
Accordingly, the God of Thunder ranks higher and higher among the many gods.
"God, does this thing really exist?"
The Ninth Prince showed a sarcastic smile. The ghosts became gods and the humans became immortals. The two were clearly distinct.
The people's beautiful vision for the gods is pinned on the cruel and violent ghosts and gods. On the other hand, the ultimate goal of the practitioners who protect them is not very down-to-earth.
These villagers would rather worship the non-existent Thunder God, but ignore the Fire Emperor of the Thunder Fire Palace.
"God, God!"
The Ninth Prince shook his head, and a dark shadow floated quietly beside him, "Ninth Prince."
"Um!"
"The powerful Yaksha destroyed the team of the three princes. Countless people died, and the three princes were also defeated."
The three men are respectively Lang 217, Lang 308, and Lang 309. They are both sons of the old ghost leader.
However, to the Ninth Prince, these three people are not brothers, but subordinates.
"It's a pity."
The Ninth Prince nodded and said, "Even I am afraid of the Great Yaksha of Gushan. They met the Great Yaksha who is famous for his divine power. No wonder they were defeated and killed."
"That's all. Fighting is like a battle. You kill a thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses."
"Losing hundreds of games is better than winning one game."
The Ninth Prince said to Hei Yingshuo, "I have learned that Yunyang Temple will send troops to attack in the near future. In the name of wiping out the remnants of our Ghost Tribe, they are actually going to attack Gushan Ghost City."
Heiying was overjoyed when he heard this, "This is not the scene that the Ninth Prince hoped for. They are dog-eat-dog and both sides will suffer losses. The remnants of my ghost tribe are left to their own devices."
"How can it be so simple?"
The Ninth Prince shook his head, "The mountain god of Gushan is a ghost for a while; the master of Yunyang Temple is unfathomable. Now, there is another variable like Fu Yangmei..."
At this point, he couldn't help but sigh and shake his head, "If I become an evil ghost, things will be much easier to handle. But what, what can I do?"
The black shadow was silent. He was also a powerful ghost and knew how difficult it was to become an evil ghost.
Celestial masters for practitioners and evil spirits among ghosts are all a big threshold.
Countless heroes and ghosts have practiced hard, but many have fallen, and only a few have been able to break through.
Therefore, Fu Yangmei's achievement as a Heavenly Master shocked not only Yunyang Temple, but also Gushan and the remaining members of the Ghost Tribe.
The Ninth Prince considered himself to be talented and talented, but he was not inferior to Fu Yangmei, but he wasted many years and only reached the realm of Li Gui.
He privately determined that the biggest reason was that the ghost tribe was destroyed and he became a rootless duckweed, and the power behind him was not enough to support him in breaking through the evil ghost realm.
If the Ghost Division were still there, the Ninth Prince would have become an evil ghost long ago.
"Fu Yangmei has just become a Heavenly Master, but his strength is limited. He hastily sent troops to attack, but he can take advantage of the opportunity."
The eyes of the Ninth Prince shone with wisdom, "Before he takes action, he must ask Master Yunyang to come forward and stop the mountain god of Gushan, and he will lead an army to sweep away the ghost world of Gushan.
Having said this, the Ninth Prince turned to the shadow and said, "Tell me, what will happen if we take the opportunity to kill Fu Yangmei in a sneak attack this time?"
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Heiying's whole body was shaken when he heard it, and he blurted out, "The world is in chaos."
Yes, if Fu Yangmei dies, there will be no truce between Yunyangguan and Gushan, and it will definitely be a fight to the death.
But, how to kill Fu Yangmei?
Heiying thought to himself that although Fu Yangmei had just made a breakthrough, he was still in the realm of a Heavenly Master. Even if all the powerful ghosts from the ghost tribe's remnants gathered together, they would not be his opponent.
"Don't worry about this, I have my own arrangements."
The Ninth Prince was confident and told the shadow, "After the death of Cilu Da Yaksha, you are the only nail I have left in Gushan. Remember to preserve yourself and wait until the time comes."
Heiying seems to be one of the great yakshas in Gushan Mountain. He is an important minister under the mountain god. Unexpectedly, he is also a member of the Ninth Prince.
"I know."
Heiying glanced at the Ninth Prince and knew that he would make a move before he made a decision. Now that he has made a decision, he must be fully prepared.
He couldn't help but wonder, what method would the other party use to fight against Fu Yangmei, who had become a Heavenly Master?"
As a great yaksha and at the level of a blood devil, he knew very well that he was definitely no match for Fu Yangmei.
Could it be that the Ninth Prince could invite an evil ghost?
Heiying smiled and shook his head. It was absolutely impossible. If the Ninth Prince could invite the evil ghosts, the remaining members of the ghost tribe would not be in the current miserable situation.
Before he left, he looked at the bustling scene of the villagers under the warm spring breeze, his eyes as cold as iron.
People are weak, they only know the joy and peace before their eyes, but they don't know that when the disaster comes, everything will turn into dust and ashes.
At the market, the ninth prince smiled and watched the children fighting for the candied haws.