The ragged woman slowly approached the towering tree in front of her. A warm current blew in her face. On the treetops, the snow hanging on the leaves quickly melted into many small water droplets, making the warm current both warm and humid. It was not like the one in Saibei at all.
Bitter cold.
Here is the eternal cycle of spring.
However, the woman was still trembling habitually, whether because the memory of the cold had penetrated deep into her bones or because she was too excited.
She touched the tree and pressed hard on the bark. Some kind of full and elastic sense of life soon replaced her old understanding.
"Have you always been alive?" she asked softly, and then affirmatively asked and answered to herself: "It really feels like you are alive, and your 'heart' is beating."
Before he finished speaking, a gurgling red trickle fell from the bark of the tree, flowing along the ravines shown in the bark to the bottom of the tree roots, dyeing everything red.
"Blood..." She seemed to understand something, leaning her left ear against the tree, sobbing sadly, and said, "Is the sacred tree weeping for the people and the world?"
Suddenly, the copper bell on her ankle began to sway with the wind. No, she could feel that the power of the wind alone was not enough to make such a rhythmic sound.
——The bell is moving by itself.
"It's alive too."
The sound echoed in the Holy Land, and she was the only one who heard it. He Ba Yuer, who was stationed nearby, and Brother Tuoba could also hear it, but it only took a moment. Then, the echo of the copper bell became more and more vague and low, but at a certain point
At a specific moment, it became clear again, as if two voices, one high and one low, were flying freely in the air at the same time.
The woman under the sacred tree hummed softly to the rhythm, and the two voices in the air suddenly gained timbre and melody.
——It is the silent confession of the sacred tree.
There are only sounds and melodies, no words.
The onlookers were shocked by the mournful sounds surrounding them. They thought it was Murong Yan singing, but they thought carefully: There is no way that such a thin woman could emit such a mournful cry that the entire Holy Land could hear, unless she was a saint.
Only a saint can resonate with the sacred tree and sing a song that seems to shake the world.
——A saint from the Xianbei people.
Then, under the influence of this hymn, everyone knelt down and prayed involuntarily, including some Taiping Taoists. Some of them were even moved to tears by the singing.
At this time, a Taoist who thought he was a sane person stood up and angrily rebuked all the fellow disciples and preached.
"Everyone, this is a genuine Xianbei witch. The day of your ascension is not far away!"
"Don't be deceived by her, wake up! Witch, this song can deceive people's hearts."
"If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have let her get close..."
Before he finished speaking, a pure black figure appeared beside him. With a flash of sword light, his head and body were separated. The black-robed swordsman picked up the head, faced the Taiping Taoists, and said calmly: "Anyone who disrupts the ceremony will end up like this."
people."
Immediately afterwards, a group of people dressed as refugees took out weapons and surrounded the Taiping Taoists. The Taiping Taoists, who had lost the courage and ability to resist, were immersed in the singing of the saint.
This song is not heavy, but it always has a complex emotion. It is especially suitable for the listener to recall all the things he has done. Sometimes you will be happy, sad, angry, melancholy, and you will become unlike yourself, but in reality
You know that you are always the same.
The so-called prayer is never meant to make people become depressed and lose themselves, but is the process of making people strengthen their will and find themselves.
The singing stopped.
The Xianbei people headed by He Ba Yu'er have not stopped praying. Their prayer movements are very different from the Taoist seals of the Taiping Taoists. Instead, they make fists with their hands facing each other in front of their chests and then kneel down on their knees.
The woman under the sacred tree walked up to He Ba Yu'er and said softly: "Let everyone stand up."
Unexpectedly, He Ba Yu'er's face was already filled with tears. She maintained a praying posture, looked up, and prayed: "Holy lady, please forgive my past sins! I will always be loyal to you and loyal to my faith from now on."
"No one blames you, neither me nor Brother Feng." The woman bent down to help the other person, but He Ba Yu'er said: "I can't forgive myself! I am a woman covered in dirt. From then on, I let this person
This kind of dirt has taken over the body and mind. I treat Bai Feng like this and treat other Han people the same way. I hate them! I hated them before and now, but in the future, I think I can no longer find a reason to hate them... So, I
I can only hate myself."
The saint kissed He Ba Yuer's forehead and said: "I understand your past. It was unfortunate, but also very lucky. On the night when you felt that your body was covered with dirt, there was also an inch of white hope.
Isn't it? Now, he is by your side. People cannot always live on hatred. Hatred is a whirlpool. There is only a deeper seabed in the center of the whirlpool and it will never reach the end. "
"Lord Saint..." He Ba Yu'er seemed to understand what was going on. She picked up the helmet beside her and stood up. She wiped away her tears, turned to face the guards and ordered: "Take all the Taiping Taoists into custody and release them."
All believers in the Holy Land!”
Tuoba Yan followed with He Baguang to greet him and said, "If Miss He Ba doesn't mind, the Taiping Taoists will let us take her back. The newly appointed general has been suffering from the fact that he has no reason to punish Taiping Dao.
, now we found it."
Tuoba Chen looked at the saint, and then nodded respectfully.
"Okay." He Ba Yu'er agreed, and then made an agreement with Tuoba Kuang: "A Kuang, remember to come and see me."
"Ah... um... um." Tuoba looked around dully and replied: "Brother said I can't look at you."
"What can't be seen? If I say you can see it, you can see it!" He Ba Yu'er said bluntly, "hum" to Tuoba Yan, put on a white robe for Murong Yan, and then took his personal guards to rescue the house arrest.
Holy Land Clergy.
After a brief moment of silence, four chirping yellow-haired girls ran straight from the prison towards the saint, surrounding each other enthusiastically.
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The old man with gray hair and childish face said: "Holy aunt, I'm sorry to everyone. If it weren't for us, the holy land would not have suffered such a catastrophe, and the believers would not have been driven away."
"Silly boy, this is your hometown. No matter what you do, we will support you. Besides, everyone will be fine in the end." The old woman stood aside and smiled stupidly: "From now on, the Holy Land will be under your leadership. "
The black-robed swordsman who had been silent for a long time walked over and asked: "Dugu Qi, do you know what is happening outside? The Zhao family betrayed Beizhen and lured Rouran people into the country to plot in the Central Plains."
"Holy Lord..." Dugu Qi closed his eyes and thought for a moment: "In the end, they still didn't let go of their obsession."
"Yan'er, I have something to tell you." The black-robed swordsman came to the pure white saint like an ominous sign.
"By the way, where did Sister Qiongzhi go?" Xiao Linzi asked suddenly, and the other three little girls followed suit and made a lot of noise around Murong Yan.
Murong Yan's face darkened and she didn't know how to respond. She looked helplessly at the black-robed swordsman: "Brother Feng, are everyone okay?"
"Miss Shen is doing what she dreams of. She asked me to tell all the little sisters to remember to find her when they grow up, otherwise she is afraid that she will forget how to come back." Bai Feng replied jokingly: "Why, Don’t believe it?”
Xiao Linzi was the first to ask: "Damn it, you went out on your own adventure and didn't call us!"
The two sisters Ruyun Ruyue looked at each other, pursed their lips aggrievedly, and said.
"Since it's what Brother Feng said."
"How can we not believe it?"
Caiqi was much more cautious, her big eyes darting around, and she didn't dare to ask a word.
Seeing that the four girls were quiet, Bai Feng took Murong Yan to the shadow and told her: "We can turn our former enemies into our most loyal friends, but can we stop He Batao and He Basheng? They are the most powerful people here, and I am afraid that maybe even our only destination will be destroyed."
"The Holy Land will be rebuilt, and the lost faith will come back." Murong Yan said: "Believe me, continue to wield the sword for me."