When the man from Xirong saw Kudeng coming, he bowed respectfully and said in a low voice: "Grandma, grandma, don't cry. We are invited to go up the mountain."
The old woman was stunned, looked up at her son, and asked in a hoarse and trembling voice: "Can you go up the mountain?"
"Well, we can go up the mountain." The man said with tears.
The old woman looked at her son in disbelief. It was not until Ku Deng came to her side that she was convinced that it was true. The old woman hurriedly wiped her tears and bowed respectfully.
Kudeng helped the old woman up and faced everyone and said: "Those who can go up to Zushan and those who cannot go up to Zushan are all the people of the Ancestral God. Your sincerity will be seen by the Ancestral God. No matter where you are, on the mountain or down the mountain, in the four areas of Xirong , those who want to come but can't, the ancestor gods will protect you and bless us, Xirong, with good weather, long life and peace."
The people of Xirong sang in unison and shouted for the ancestral gods and the holy spirit, although everyone wanted to enter the ancestral temple to worship.
However, when I saw others getting what they wanted and I didn't have the opportunity to go up the mountain, I surprisingly didn't feel the slightest bit of jealousy. Although it was regretful and sad, it was mostly a blessing, as if the darkness in my heart disappeared under the ancestral mountain, regardless of wealth or poverty. , old and young.
Shen Xiangdong was secretly shocked. No wonder Li Luo would pay more attention to the matter of Jia Luo and the Holy Instructor of the Ancestral Temple after seeing the secret letter from the Privy Council that day. If this matter comes true, the benefits of everyone in the Xirong tribe will be beyond their reach. and.
Shen Xiangdong looked at Li Luo. Li Luo had a calm expression on his face and looked at the Zushan Mountain in the distance quietly. He couldn't guess what he was thinking in his heart.
Zushan, mountainside.
After taking off their weapons at the foot of the mountain, Li Luo and the others hid themselves in the crowd and slowly walked towards the top of the mountain.
Although there was still light snow, Li Luo and the others were all highly skilled people, and they walked as if leisurely while admiring the surrounding scenery, and occasionally had to take care of the elderly and weak around them.
The man from Xirong supported his mother and walked behind Li Luo and others. Li Luo and Chu Ying'er were supporting her, which saved a lot of time.
The old man kept thanking Shen Xiangdong and Li Luo all the way, and told several people about the legend of Zushan intermittently. Huchajing listened with great interest, and would comment a few words from time to time. It was a picture of leisurely play.
There is only one road up the Zushan Mountain, and the narrowest point can only accommodate one person. Along the way, there are huge rocks. The rocks are covered with pines and cypresses, and there are also some unnamed low bushes. In the dry land of Xirong It is indeed rare, and now the snow has not melted, dotting it. It is a unique scenery.
Li Luo rarely put down his thoughts, and followed the joy of the Xirong tribe, and slowly climbed up the steps towards the ancestral temple.
The stone steps are scattered and full of dark marks. It seems to have been built for some years. It is quite solid but not much decorated. If it were not for meeting these Xirong people, when I first saw it, I would have thought it was just an ancient temple in the mountains. .
We started climbing when the sky was just getting dark. At noon, we arrived in front of the ancestral temple on the top of the mountain.
The Ancestral Temple in front of us is just like this mountain road. It is very simple and simple. It is backed by the highest peak of Ancestral Mountain. There is an open space in front of the temple, which can only accommodate a few hundred people at most.
On the left side of the hall are some stone houses, which should be the residences of these elders Jie Yin and Sheng Yin. Behind the hall is a rugged mountain road leading to Zu Peak, the highest peak of Zu Mountain. On Zu Peak is the place where Sheng Yin observes the sky and listens to the oracles of the ancestors. Except for Sheng Yin and a few elders, no one else is allowed to set foot on it. Even the king of Xirong cannot go up to this ancestral peak in person. In terms of holiness, it is still above the ancestral temple.
Li Luo and his entourage arrived in front of the palace. The old man was out of breath. If Chu Ying'er hadn't supported him all the way, it would have been difficult for him to go up the mountain.
As soon as he saw the ancestral temple, the old man couldn't even take a breath, so he knelt on the ground with tears streaming down his face. He lay on the earth and stone ground and worshiped. Looking at the people around him, they all looked the same.
Li Luo sighed secretly, gently caressed the old man's back, and quietly calmed down the inner energy of Bing Xin Jue a little, and then the old man's breathing calmed down.
The man from Xirong thought that Li Luo was just comforting his mother, so he didn't care. He just looked at Li Luo gratefully, knelt down beside his mother, and prayed in a low voice, asking the ancestor gods to show mercy and bless his family's health.
Although there were more than a thousand people gathered in front of the temple and it was extremely crowded, the mountain was even quieter in comparison, and the sound of prayers could almost be heard, fearing that it would disturb the gods. Li Luo's heart moved slightly, not knowing that he was far away in Zhuocheng. Is your mother also praying to the gods every day for her safe return? Looking at Huchajing and others, they all seem to be worried and their faces change, even Shen Xiangdong is no exception.
Shen Xiangdong whispered: "Let's stand farther away." After saying that, he gently turned sideways and moved outside the crowd. Otherwise, it would have seemed awkward for a few people to stand here.
Li Luo nodded slightly and followed Shen Xiangdong outside the crowd. The Xirong people in front of the hall were led into the hall one by one, and after a while they came out again, as if they were a new person, smiling happily.
Shen Xiangdong whispered: "If it is ordered by the Holy Spirit, the Xirong people may even surrender their lives to the Ancestral Temple."
Li Luo nodded slightly. Many tribesmen brought large and small bags with them when they went up the mountain. They were all gone when they left the palace. They must have paid tribute with some belongings.
These people of the Xirong tribe are all willing and not reluctant at all. It is said that the Ancestral Temple can determine the throne of Xirong. Not only is the rumor true, I am afraid it is even more exaggerated.
While several people were watching intently, suddenly a light female voice came from behind and asked: "Why don't you guys take a look at the Ancestral Temple?"
Shen Xiangdong was startled. The person was more than ten feet away, but he didn't notice it. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Luo. There was a slight look of surprise on Li Luo's face. Perhaps it was because of everyone's sincerity, but he didn't notice anyone coming behind him. .
Shen Xiangdong gathered his thoughts, turned around, and saw a woman in plain clothes looking at several people quietly with a smile on her face.
Chu Ying'er moved and stood in front of Li Luo. Ni Qing and Zhu Zhi protected Li Luo's side, calling Cha Jing to step forward and lock horns with Shen Xiangdong.
Everything happened in a flash of lightning, from the moment the woman spoke, to the moment she finished speaking, the formation was complete.
The look of surprise in the woman's eyes flashed away, and then she pursed her lips and chuckled, "It's a sin to disturb a few of you."
Only then did a few people take a closer look at the woman in front of them. They saw that she was no more than a dozen years old. She was dressed in linen and plain clothes, with her hands folded in her sleeves, standing quietly a few steps away. She was peaceful and happy, and several people felt inexplicably relieved. Li Luo Although there was nothing unusual about it, my heart was extremely shocked.
The woman in front of him didn't see any movement, she just stood quietly. A peaceful aura filled the world. Li Luowei performed the Bing Xin Jue without any abnormality. It seemed that this was the nature of this woman.
Two strands of black hair were draped casually around her shoulders, with light eyebrows and bright eyes, a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, and her face was as flawless as a miraculous workmanship. Her skin was whiter than snow. If she hadn't appeared in Zushan, everyone would have thought she was a beauty from the water town, gentle and soft. , just like a calligraphy and painting by everyone, it makes people feel relaxed and happy at the first glance.
She has a delicate face, no makeup, no gold or stone on her body, even the tips are just randomly tied together with hemp rope. She is beautiful and refined. When Li Luo looked at it, she still had this quiet expression, which seemed to be the same as that of that plant.
The people under the crabapple are piled up together. (To be continued.)