Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain Chapter 347

 Seeing him finally let go.

Chen Yulou naturally did not hesitate and agreed immediately.

  To know.

This kind of opportunity is not easy to come by.

 Even though I was in Wa Village that day.

He just took advantage of the devil Basigu's divination to secretly take a peek at the big ghost that came to Lord Longmo.

 After all, as Moba, they are just servants serving the gods, so how can they dare to be disrespectful to the gods?

 But that was just that time.

 He became extremely interested in these 'gods'.

  Similar to the Wa ethnic group.

 Turkic shamans are actually another kind of ghost and **** belief.

 No more than that.

 The former refers to the big ghost directly.

 The Turkic tribe is named after the shaman god.

As a primitive religion, the existence of shaman gods has a very long history, which can almost be traced back to the ancient tribal era.

 The scope of the existence of believers is also extremely wide.

ˆˆ is found throughout the Tungusic language family.

Not only the Manchus, Uighurs, and Turks, but also more than ten minority ethnic groups such as Xibe, Hezhe, Oroqen, Daur, and Hasa are all shaman believers.

 In their concept, everything has animism.

Whether it is the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, they all have spirituality and are gods that transcend humans and nature.

　　However, different ethnic groups have different opinions on their identification with the Supreme God.

For example, the Mongolian, Manchu, Daur and other ethnic groups believe that the **** Tengger is superior to all gods.

 As for the Turkic tribe where Azhiya and the others are located.

 Among the shamanic gods, the God of Fire is the most respected.

 For them, if it were not given by the God of Fire, they would still be living a life of eating hair and drinking blood. Only by breaking through the darkness can the light of fire be protected from wild animals and diseases.

so.

 Every time the altar is opened.

 They will all priest the God of Fire first.

This can also be seen from the tattoos on their bodies.

 That is a totem of fire.

 You can see it on almost everyone in the village, men, women and children.

In addition, the altar that we passed before was also dominated by the **** of fire, and it fell in the middle of the gods. The most important thing is that, except for the **** of fire, the other gods have no specific appearances.

 It is like the eternal life.

 Invisible, formless, bodyless, and substanceless.

 “In that case, come with me.”

Seeing this, Azhiya nodded.

 Getting up, he picked up the colorful clothes and Dharma drums beside him and greeted a few people.

 “Let's go, Brother Dao, let's take a look.”

　Seeing that he seemed to be preparing to go to the altar outside, Chen Yulou followed him immediately.

The walled city is divided into three parts: heaven, earth, and people. The place they are currently in is the heaven where the shaman **** is worshiped. Usually he is the only one who lives here. The rest of the tribe cannot approach easily without permission.

Oona also followed quickly.

I didn't feel anything strange.

There was only Wutuo with a slight frown on his face. If he was just paying homage, he wouldn't say anything.

 But I see the God of Fire clearly.

Even if you are a tribesman in the village, you may never see him once in your life.

 They are still pagans…

However, since Azhiya agrees, nothing will happen, right?

After pondering for a moment, Wutuo sighed secretly, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips.

 Not long.

 Outside the altar.

 Azhiya is ready to finish.

Wearing colorful robes, an evil ghost mask on his head, and holding a Dharma drum tightly in his hand.

finally.

 As time passes by.

A heavy drumbeat suddenly sounded, booming in all directions.

 What followed was a burst of more rapid drum sounds, like raindrops.

 Looks disorganized.

But if you listen carefully, you will find that every drum sound is just right, either dull or exciting, like the wind and rain, or like the roar of mountain ghosts.

 The dense drumming gradually formed an indescribable rhythm.

　　falls in the ear.

Eerie, mysterious, and indescribable.

at the same time.

Chen Yulou was keenly aware that with the altar in the center, wisps of fine mist had floated up in the night around him.

A Zhiya outside the altar looked increasingly crazier.

 The sound of drums is like rain.

 Mutter words in your mouth.

Oona and Wutuo were kneeling on the ground one after another, their faces full of reverence and enthusiasm.

 See this situation.

Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle couldn't help but look at each other. Both of them saw a trace of solemnity on their faces. At this moment, they could not understand what happened.

and.

How familiar is this scene?

 Xiangxi Nuo opera?

 Wa village attracts ghosts!

 Almost exactly the same.

The two people's eyes met invisible in the night. Partridge Whistle nodded, and then took a few steps back calmly.

 Looking at where he was standing, he was at an angle with Chen Yulou.

 You can advance to attack, and you can retreat to defend.

Both of them are veterans, and their years of experience have taught them that a gentleman should not stand behind a dangerous wall.

 In case something changes.

 At least you can be prepared.

 Chen Yulou was standing behind a few people with his hands folded. He seemed to have a calm face, but in fact, his consciousness had already been released. Even the smallest changes in the surrounding heaven and earth could not escape his notice.

finally.

Slowly calmed down with the obscure incantations in Azhiya's mouth.

  No longer as irritable, messy, and unclear as before.

In the fog that had completely shrouded the surroundings, an inaudible sound suddenly sounded. It sounded... like an old horse sneezing in the forest on a snowy night.

It is also like an old man who wakes up in the middle of the night, sitting on the edge of the bed, rustling his clothes and getting up at night.

The voice is small and pitiful.

 Almost invisible in the howling cold wind.

For the first time, there was a ripple in the depths of Chen Yulou's deep and calm eyes.

 He raised his head.

 Movements are gentle and natural.

 It seems like he just changed his position after standing for a long time.

Even the Partridge Whistle didn't notice anything was wrong.

but…

At this moment, in his sight, a pair of real eyes could penetrate the heavy fog and see the dark shadow.

That black shadow is formless and appears out of thin air, as if it is drilled out of the void.

 Drifted in the mist for a while.

As if attracted by the sound of the Dharma drum below, its figure flashed. The next moment, the black shadow was infinitely stretched, like a wisp of black smoke, approaching the altar from top to bottom.

 Obviously intangible and without quality.

But in Chen Yulou's eyes, at this moment, it looked like a centipede, or a snake, with its head stretched out and its mouth open, trying desperately to swallow the incense on the altar.

 That's right.

 It is incense.

When Turks offer sacrifices to the shaman god, they also rub red mud into something like incense, which can burn for several days or even half a month after being lit.

 Chen Yulou noticed it when he came to the altar for the first time.

When the mud incense burned, it had an indescribable and strange smell, so he asked specifically about it and only found out after Po Li explained it.

 The so-called red mud.

It turned out to be made of sacred wood chips mixed with the blood of wild beasts.

 No wonder, he felt a strong smell of death from that smell.

 Just arrived for the first time that day.

 It also involves the beliefs of the Turkic people.

 It was not easy for him to ask.

 While chatting afterwards, I pretended to be surprised and asked casually.

Kunlun sacred trees contain vitality, and the flesh and blood of beasts are rich in essence. The fusion of the two is clearly the favorite incense of mountain spirits, monsters, and ghosts. "so…"

“They are nothing more than evil spirits.”

The so-called God of Fire, the Great Ghost, and Mahakala who struck the Thunder Mountain are not gods at all. They are not even demons. After all, they don't even have a body, they are just a ball of floating ghosts.

　　With the remaining incense on the altar, it was swallowed up one by one by the black shadow.

 It seems quite content.

 Dragging his body, he dove into the statue of the 'Vulcan God'.

 In an instant.

 Two rays of fire ignited from his eyes.

 Looking through the fog, they look like two floating lamps.

At the same time, a fiery and terrifying aura spread boundlessly, instantly covering all sides of the altar.

A Zhiya, who was still beating the Dharma drum, felt the familiar breath and fell to his knees on the ground, his face full of enthusiasm.

 The **** of fire...has arrived!

At the age of nine, he followed his elders in a heaven-sacrifice ceremony and felt the breath of the God of Fire for the first time, and he was selected as the wizard seed in the clan.

 Stay with the previous generation of wizards, learn spells, invite gods, and various sacrificial procedures.

And for most of his life, as a shaman **** believer, he is very familiar with this breath.

 Intense as fire.

 The moment of arrival, people feel as if they are in a sea of ​​magma and fire.

So, when he saw Chen Yulou for the first time that day, he noticed something was wrong. There was a trace of Vulcan-like aura about the young man.

 Although the truth was not figured out in the end.

But Azhiya believed that that might be the will of the God of Fire.

 Otherwise, he would not agree to Chen Yulou's presumptuous move today.

 “Vulcan…”

 “It's God who has come!”

Wutuo and Oona, who had been kneeling on the ground for a long time, were even more excited at this moment. They buried their heads on the ground and did not dare to move for fear of offending the God of Fire.

 As for the partridge whistle at the rear.

 After successfully building the foundation, a ray of divine consciousness has been refined in his Niwan Palace.

At this moment, I am using my spiritual consciousness to spy carefully.

However, in his sight, he could only see a vague blur. The terrifying pressure was suffocating, especially those scarlet eyes, which were as red as fire, which was even more disturbing.

 “Is this the God of Fire?”

Partridge Whistle has been traveling around the world for many years.

Because he is looking for pearls, he fights everywhere and travels through deep mountains and old forests almost all year round.

I have seen a lot of evil things.

 But this is the first time for such gods.

At this moment, spying on the dark shadow, I felt something indescribably strange.

 But what made him even more incredible was.

From that aura, one could not feel the majestic righteousness of the gods at all. Instead, there was a hint of evil and evil. It seemed that... it was not the **** of fire at all, but a wisp of evil energy.

only.

This idea just came up.

 He was forced to suppress it.

 You can even hear a loud thumping sound coming from under your chest.

 The gods neither see nor hear.

In case of being performed, it will cause a big disaster, not he can bear it alone.

 After all, Senior Azhiya had specifically said this before chanting the incantation to attract the gods, and perhaps no one in this world understands this kind of pain better than the Zagrama clan.

 The curse of God cannot be broken for thousands of years.

Just when he was absent-minded, a mysterious gaze suddenly looked over. Partridge Whistle's heart was shaken, and he subconsciously avoided his eyes. It seemed as if there were countless voices murmuring in unison in his ears.

 That's it!

 My own spying was discovered.

Partridge Whistle swallowed secretly, his downcast face full of uneasiness.

 If it's just him, he doesn't care.

But if his rash actions bring great disaster to Chen Yulou and the entire Turkic tribe, the consequences will be disastrous.

 Invisible pressure came down like a landslide.

 Fortunately, the suffocating sense of oppression did not last long and quickly dissipated.

The eerie gaze was also withdrawn.

Feeling this scene, Partridge Whistle's tense mind relaxed a little.

 At least it didn't cause any trouble.

 He raised his eyes slightly, and in his peripheral vision, the two lamp-like flames disappeared in an instant, and the fog that originally shrouded the surroundings also dissipated as quickly as the ebbing tide.

 The three people from Azhiya were kneeling on the ground.

　　 is to keep saying something.

According to Partridge Whistle's guess, it should be nothing more than a gift to the God of Fire.

But in this situation, he couldn't speak. He could only suppress his curiosity and follow the mist with his eyes until it disappeared into the night.

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Until the weird smell completely disappeared.

 After no longer aware of it at all.

Azhiya, who was kneeling on the ground like a stone statue, finally made some movement, and he was able to hug his body, slowly straightened up, and then stood up with support on the ground.

 “Get up.”

 “The God of Fire has returned to heaven.”

Azhiya did not rest, but walked outside the altar, took out two red incense sticks as long as arms from under the stone platform, lit them with flint, and inserted them into the incense burner with a respectful look on his face.

 Hear the words.

 Wutuo and Oona then stood up one after another.

 But even so, there was nothing casual about the two of them, and they were even more fanatical than before.

 Witness the arrival of the **** of fire.

This is such a blessing. There are probably no people in the tribe who have had such luck for hundreds of years.

Especially Wutuo, who was worried about whether he would offend the God of Fire.

 Everything is fine now.

His hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach.

 “Brother Chen, how are you doing?”

 After putting incense and worshiping.

A Zhiya then turned back to look at Chen Yulou.

The latter seemed to be still in a daze, but he suddenly came to his senses after hearing these words. Facing those adoring and blazing eyes, he just nodded.

 “Thank you, senior, for fulfilling Chen's wish.”

“You're welcome, thanks to you for taking care of Oona along the way.”

 Azhiya waved his hand.

 After the relationship with his daughter has thawed, he is no longer as stubborn, withdrawn and extreme as before, and his tone is much gentler.

 After saying that, he looked at Oona next to him with a doting look on his face.

 “Oona, the bonfire feast is not over yet, please take the two brothers over.”

“We in the Turkic tribe have no reason to neglect our guests.”

Hearing this, Wutuo also smiled and said, "Yes, Oona, entertain the guests for us two old men."

 “Yes, patriarch, Atta.”

Oona naturally would not refuse.

And she knew that since Atta asked her to see off the guests, she must have something to discuss with the clan leader.

“Shopkeeper Chen and Chief Yang, please come this way.”

 Step closer to the two of them.

Oona's eyes were as bright as water, and she spoke generously.

Even when facing Chen Yulou, he no longer felt as shy as he did in the ancient city.

On the way back, she had already figured out that even if she really persisted, she would just be following her parents' old path again.

 As a wizard, she was destined not to be able to marry as a wife, raise a husband and raise children like ordinary people in her life.

"good."

 Feel the calmness in her eyes.

Chen Yulou knew that she had let go, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Isn't that the case with him?

Given his status, family background, and appearance, to put it bluntly, as long as he agrees, having a group of wives and concubines is not a strange thing.

  But he aims at immortality.

I really can't care about the love between my children for the time being.

 Following behind Oona.

 A group of three people walked outside the village.

 In the dark night ahead, fires shot into the sky, and cheers and cheers could be heard endlessly.

 “Brother Chen?”

Partridge Whistle was somewhat enlightened and asked in a lowered voice.

 Chen Yulou heard the profound meaning in his words.

But he just shook his head and smiled.

 “Don't worry, we'll talk about it later.” (End of chapter)

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