Three girls of eighteen or nineteen years old were sitting at the round stone table in the courtyard, having fun. It seemed that the three of them were very close to each other. The gentle wind blew by, and the laughter of silver bells echoed in the small courtyard.
Unforgettable warmth and joy.
"Who do you think will be chosen?"
A girl with delicate facial features was wearing an emerald green robe with light pink florals. The girl asked the other two girls. While speaking, she looked directly at the two girls.
"I do not know."
This girl looks exactly like a shaman saint. She must be a shaman saint. She is wearing a red robe, golden lace, and large indigo flowers.
"That's right, there are only three of us left, and it can only be the three of us."
This girl is wearing a moon-white robe with silver lace and a little baby fat on her face. She looks very cute.
"Then we have agreed that no matter who becomes a saint, it will not affect our relationship."
The girl in the emerald green robe heard the two talking and made an agreement.
"Well, we will be good sisters for life."
The shaman saint nodded and said cateringly.
"Yes, good sister."
The fat girl in moon-white robe also nodded in agreement.
"Hehehehe."
Then there was a burst of girlish laughter, which echoed in the small courtyard.
Inside the room, this room looks like a girl's boudoir. It is dressed like a little girl's house. There are a few peach blossoms in a green vase. The young shaman saint is sitting at the round table, holding her cheeks in her hands.
He was lost in thought.
"Bang." The door of the room was pushed open, and a delicate girl in a light blue robe walked in angrily.
"Lingling, listen to me, it's really not Xiaoju who went to find the saint."
The girl with a little baby fat also came in behind her, urging her anxiously as she walked.
"Say." The delicate girl in light blue robe said to the young saint, but her voice was obviously a bit loud, and her tone also screamed anger.
"I don't know why the saint chose me."
The young saint raised her head and looked at the delicate girl in light blue robe. Her tone was firm and a little stubborn.
"Then why did the saint choose you? It must be something you did."
It was obvious that the girl in the light blue robe did not believe what she said, and was very sure that this must be something the young saint had done. Otherwise, how could the sainthood that she was about to obtain become deprived of her?
People replace it.
"I didn't do it. If I didn't do it, I didn't do it."
The young saint looked at the delicate girl in light blue robe with burning eyes, her tone was firm and stubborn.
"Lingling, it's definitely not Xiaoju. Besides, didn't we agree that no matter who becomes the saint, we will all be good sisters?"
The girl with a little baby fat was anxiously trying to persuade her on one side. She was also very anxious. Both sides were her best friends, both of them were her good sisters. The palms were made of flesh, and the backs of the hands were also made of flesh. So it was better to move toward the palms. Who asked her to follow?
The relationship with the young saint is better.
"You..., you also helped her bully me, I will ignore you."
The delicate girl in the light blue robe was angry for a while. Although she said these words, it was not said at this time to expose her shortcomings. Moreover, these words were obviously biased. Two of her best friends were right.
She was devastated by the stabbing in her back.
The delicate girl in light blue robe left angrily and never came back.
The young saint didn't know why the old saint chose her. It wasn't until many years later, when she had secured her position as a saint, that she understood why she was chosen by the old saint.
Because she is the most suitable among the three, she is easier to control than Lingling. The power behind Lingling is too great, and the old saint is not sure that she can control her. She is more sensible than the little girl and is more suitable for playing tricks.
A calm person who knows how to advance and retreat and weigh the pros and cons. The most important thing is that the power behind the situation is weak and easy to control. Isn't this the best choice at the time?
The shaman saint fell into memories in her tent.
The moon sets and the sun rises, it is another day full of vitality, but it is such a day, but someone has died.
In Qianling Cave, the back mountain of Shamanism, in the secret death row, Liu Mingzhao was completely cold. He was a corpse with a handful of bones, and now he had no life left at all.
The shaman disciple who was guarding him looked at the body on the iron prison. He repeatedly confirmed that it was definitely dead, and then he carefully lowered the iron plate.
"excuse me."
The shaman disciples bowed to Liu Mingzhao's body and placed an incense burner as big as a child's fist next to him. After bowing, they took out an incense stick from their wide sleeves. When they shook their hands, the incense burned spontaneously.
He put the incense into the incense burner and began to untie Liu Mingzhao.
The iron buckles that bound Liu Mingzhao were all opened, and the black-robed shaman disciple took out a white cloth. This white cloth was not small, about two meters square.
He carefully transferred Liu Mingzhao's body to the white cloth, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
By the time he finished folding the white cloth, the incense here was almost finished burning.
He stood up and saw that the incense in the incense burner was completely burned out. Then he put away the incense burner. With a wave of his broad sleeves, the incense ashes on the ground disappeared.
He picked up the white cloth bundle in his right hand, walked out of the secret iron prison, and quickly came to Luo Xing Lin.
At this time, the sun was rising, and there were small graves in the Luoxing Forest. There was a tombstone in front of each grave. The difference was that some of the tombstones were blank.
"Fortunately, I made it in time."
The black-robed shaman disciple looked at the sun, quickly found an empty space below, and took down the shovel from the shelf on the side. There were more than a dozen shovels on the shelf, which were commonly used in Luo Xing Lin.
The tools are usually placed here.
The black-robed disciple quickly swung the shovel and dug a square pit. The digging was not deep. All the corpses buried here did not have coffins. They were all wrapped in white cloth because this is the territory of shamanism.
Moreover, there are five spirit elders watching the back mountain, so they don’t worry about anyone destroying these people’s bodies, so naturally they don’t need coffins, and they believe that the best destination is to return to dust in the end.
He carefully put the white cloth package into the pit and filled it back with soil. Naturally, there was another small earth bag. He took a tombstone and stood in front of the earth bag. He used both hands to push the tombstone.
It sank a little and reached a quarter of the depth. This was considered completed.
"May you return to the embrace of God."
The black-robed shaman disciple stood in front of the tombstone, put his hands on his chest, and saluted deeply. This was his last farewell to Liu Mingzhao. Although he didn't know who this person was and what he had done, he could be buried under the tombstone.
Falling Star Forest was enough to give him a good trip.
After doing all this, the black-robed shaman disciple turned around and left Luo Xing Lin.
About two-quarters of an hour later, behind the tombstone that had just appeared in Luoxing Forest, the little earthbag moved for no apparent reason. I don't know if it was caused by the wind.