"Sinner?" Lin Yige repeated in confusion, "Yuzhi has continued the bloodline of the Jiuli tribe, how can he be a sinner?"
In that case, not acting rashly is the best way to preserve Jiuli's bloodline.
Yu Mingyue looked at the fragments of the elixir recipe on the table and made up her mind.
"The source of the disaster of genocide may be related to the ancient art of victory-hating taught by the witch Yuzhi to outsiders. This is what I, Ami... my mother told me."
Lin Yige thought thoughtfully and said: "'Curse to hate others' is the art of hating victory, also known as the art of nightmare suppression, and is it often used to harm others?"
Yu Mingyue nodded, shook her head again and again, and explained eagerly: "The art of hating victory is to use magic curses or prayers to suppress and conquer things that people hate to achieve their goals. It is not used to harm others!"
"I made a slip of the tongue." Lin Yige reacted and explained.
I also know that Yu Mingyue, dressed as a Jiuli tribe, must have received a lot of looks when she traveled around Kyushu in order to crack the pill formula.
It's inevitable to be a little sensitive.
"The technique of hating victory has both evil and good effects. Like many taboo dharma, there is no good or evil in the dharma. It just varies from person to person and from situation to situation."
There are also "win money" cast in the shape of coins in the mortal world, which can ward off evil and bring good fortune, and can also be worn and enjoyed.
After hearing this, she knew that Uncle Lin had no ill intentions, and Yu Mingyue quickly calmed down.
"That's right, for our Jiuli tribe, this is similar to the cultivator's spells, spiritual contracts and the like."
These days, she has learned some common sense in the world of cultivation from the Guiyi Sect, and it is much easier to explain by analogy.
"The items used to perform the art of disgusting victory are called 'suppression objects'."
After thinking about it, she simply rolled up her sleeves, revealing a whole wheat-colored arm, and pointed out to Lin Yige a bright red blood mole the size of a mung bean on the outside of her upper arm.
"This is Jiuli Tusi, the master of the mother house, the former witch, who is also my mother. He extracted the power of his own witch blood as a weapon and set a 'good luck and aversion to victory' on me."
Lin Yige's consciousness swept over the bloody mole.
The blood mole was firmly rooted in Yu Mingyue's meridians, more like a parasite.
"This blood mole can slowly increase the concentration of my blood and strengthen my witchcraft power; but if I take the initiative to harm others with the art of hating victory, I will also suffer backlash."
Lin Yige didn't know much about witchcraft and the art of defeating victory. Seeing that the blood mole didn't affect the smoothness of the meridians, he didn't say anything more.
"Who did Yuzhi teach the art of hating victory?"
"This disciple doesn't know either." Juan Mingyue shook her head, feeling helpless.
"Before she died, the witch Wu Zhi carved the person's name on the bottom of the coffin, and used her own body as a weapon to cast the power of victory. Anyone who touched the coffin would be confused. She wanted to crack the hanging coffin.
The only way to learn the victory-weary technique and learn the truth about the genocide is to refine the soul-suppressing pill or surpass the power of the witch Yuzhi."
"Can the Soul Requiem Pill break the victory-weary technique?"
"That's right, the art of aversion to victory can make people confused and cause them to suffer from serious diseases, but the Requiem and Soul Relief Pill can make people conscious and undisturbed."
The soul-soothing elixir recipe involves many spiritual herbs and stones. The successful interpretation of the elixir recipe and the refining of the elixir means that the Jiuli tribe has received the support of the cultivation forces; and the ability to catch up with the Yuzhi witch herself means that the Jiuli tribe has the support of the cultivation forces.
Witch Li is already powerful enough...
No matter which condition is met, it means that the Jiuli tribe has the strength to take revenge.
"It seems that your enemy who exterminated the clan is not weak."
Lin Yige lamented the forbearance and dedication of the witch Yuzhi, and felt a little worried at the same time.
Why does that person learn the art of hating victory?
Yu Mingyue put down her sleeves, sat up straight and looked at Lin Yige, and said firmly: "No matter how strong that person is, I will kill him!"
Only by killing that man in revenge can the souls of the dead in the ancestral land of the Jiuli tribe rest in peace.
"After revenge, I can get a tattoo!"
The ritual of tattooing the face is of extremely great significance to the Jiuli witch.
The tattooed face is to a witch what the imperial seal is to a human emperor. It represents the legitimacy of bloodline and inheritance, and also represents the re-emergence of the Jiuli tribe.
Lin Yige imagined the angular face of Yu Mingyue, covered with blue tattoos, and couldn't help but shook her head, unable to understand.
Yu Mingyue plucked up the courage and asked again: "Uncle Lin, please tell me the names and characteristics of Jiuli Mountain herbs to my disciples."
Lin Yige no longer talked about it, but only described the characteristics of those medicinal herbs in detail, as well as the medicinal properties recorded in the fragments of the prescriptions.
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After about an hour, Lin Yige couldn't hold it back and raised his hand to rub his forehead.
Her original plan was to briefly interpret it with Mingyue first, and take her to Jiuli Mountain to identify the remaining uncertainties one by one.
But the name of the Jiuli Mountain herb is recorded with the homophones of the ancient characters used to commemorate the beginning of the sky, so it sounds particularly weird when read.
Lin Yige's tongue was tied when he read it, while Ju Mingyue looked confused when she heard it.
Based on the characteristics shown in the patterns of those medicinal herbs, Yu Mingyue occasionally identified a few types, and gave a series of jittery names, which made Lin Yige confused.
Not only that, Yu Mingyue herself still knows little about the medicinal herbs of Jiuli Mountain, and the gods of Jiuli Mountain who can answer questions mainly reside in Jiuli Mountain...
This mountain is high and far away, making it inconvenient to communicate with the spirits of Mount Jiuli.
Compared with the time when the second senior brother had three strokes, five divisions and two divisions, he could finish checking the spiritual herbs and stones in the elixir in less than an hour, one day at a time.
"Forget it, if we continue to interpret it like this, the more we interpret it, the more confusing it will become. Why don't we go to Jiuli Mountain, collect herbs on the spot, and compare the interpretations?"
Instead of wasting time like this, it is better to go to Jiuli Mountain directly.
"It's because this disciple doesn't know enough about Jiuli Mountain herbs..." Yu Mingyue touched her braid and lowered her head, feeling ashamed.
"But don't worry, after arriving at Jiuli Mountain, there will be tribesmen to help collect various medicinal herbs, and the gods of Jiuli Mountain will help. It should be much easier to identify and interpret the medicinal herbs."
Lin Yige nodded, stood up and put away the fragments of the elixir recipe, then turned to look at Mingyue.
It was still the same old problem, she couldn't bear to ask Geng Xin to carry herself and Yu Mingyue, a mortal as heavy as a mountain, across Kyushu.
"You came from Shangluo County in Yuzhou to Cangwu County in Yangzhou and covered 1,700 miles in just three days. How did you do it?"
Yu Mingyue was stunned, and immediately raised her hand to touch the shiny black and fluffy braid, and then opened her palm to Lin Yige.
There was a black and yellow poisonous bee lying on her palm. The belly of the poisonous wasp was as thick as a finger and similar in length.
"This disciple has raised a swarm of poisonous bees. However, when he came to worship at the mountain gate last time, most of them were killed by the formation of Yingxian Pavilion... The bee swarm has not recovered yet, and it is temporarily unable to travel thousands of miles a day."
As he spoke, the huge poisonous queen bee seemed to sense something, raised its buttocks, and laid a crystal clear white bee egg.