"You evil beast! How dare you come here to confuse the public with your evil words! Why don't you retreat quickly!" A loud shout suddenly came out.
The dream scene around Wu Qiudao was shattered. When he opened his eyes, there was only a pile of bonfires on the ground, and more than a dozen animal heads such as ape heads, pig heads, human faces, and dog heads.
He looked up and saw several humanoid spirits covered in hair and with giant claws escaping from the wall. They looked like big monkeys, but their claws were extremely huge. A monster in black turned his head and glanced at it.
Wu Qiudao.
Now Wu Qiudao finally understood why there were so many animal heads on the ground. It turned out that the facial features of the monster's face were not obvious, and there were no eyeballs in the eye sockets. It looked extremely scary, so it had to borrow the heads and faces of other animals.
The civet cat transformed by the senior brother glared at Wu Qiudao, lowered his voice and said: "I asked you to explore the truth, why did you still chat with them? Now that someone has died, you guys who are keeping watch will probably be blamed.
!”
Wu Qiudao looked back and saw that several caravan members on the ground had big holes in their hearts and their hearts were missing. He was a little confused. Those hairy gods were clearly preaching to him in dreams. How could they bother to dig out their hearts?
?
He also asked the civet cat in a low voice: "Elder brother, have you seen how they attack?"
Li Huamao sighed: "I'm ashamed to say that I was also hypnotized into a dream at that time. Fortunately, I also dabbled in the "Yellow Liang Dream Technique" and was able to wake up in time. Seeing you surrounded by them, I couldn't bear it.
Stop and curse me, meow!”
Wu Qiudao was stunned for a moment. Why did his senior brother suddenly have a habit of speaking with the word "meow"? He didn't do this before!
A hand patted Wu Qiudao's shoulder. It was captain Zhang Tianqin. He looked at the dead body and sighed, saying: "Brother Wu, stop looking at it. Let's wake everyone up as soon as possible. Tonight... ugh!"
Only then did Wu Qiudao realize that the "meow" made by his senior brother was someone approaching, so he set up a cat trap and was just perfunctory.
There was no other way. Zhang Tianqin and the four men who were keeping watch at night began to wake up everyone in the caravan. Everyone who woke up was shocked when they saw the corpse, especially the scratches on the heart, which was really scary.
The caravan leader was panicked for a moment and didn't know what to do. It wasn't until Wu Qiudao stood up and said that he saw a dozen ape-like humanoid spirits that had haunted this place. They had no facial features on their faces and no eyeballs in their eye sockets that they started to scream.
Shout out: "It's a mandrill!"
The entire caravan hurriedly ran out of the ruined temple and ran along the official road to a populated village. They found a place to rest and catch up on their sleep near the village and slept all morning before they recovered.
After learning what had happened to the caravan, the elders in the village told them: "We have a lot of charms here in Shuzhou. They like prisoners at night, can use tigers to harm people, burn people's houses, and as the saying goes, they are mandrills. Many places cannot be disturbed by them, so they will be destroyed."
Offer it to the local god!"
"It's strange to say that once the villages and towns that were originally harmed worshiped mandrills as gods, they would no longer suffer, and the disasters were pushed outside. And other villages, after suffering deeply, had to start worshiping those who caused the rebellion.
Mandrill.”
"The little old man has heard of mountain gods such as Pan Xianweng, Zhang Taibao, Guankou Shen, Lengbanshen, Lingyinggong, etc. They are all very efficacious, so no one dares to be disrespectful to the gods."
"The temple on Touqian Mountain was jointly built by the gods, men and witches here. It is a temple for mandrills from all over the world to communicate with each other! We locals don't dare to go there and disturb the gods! I advise you to go back quickly to offer sacrifices.
Use it as a sin offering!"
After saying this, the old man asked the village chief to drive away the caravan because he was afraid that these outsiders would harm the villagers.
The leader of the caravan was so frightened that he lost his mind. He was afraid of the revenge of the mountain god here, so he took the caravan back to the ruined temple and asked Zhang Tianqin, the four men who had been vigilant last night, to put the cattle, sheep and pigs they bought as sacrifices into the ruined temple.
Then the caravan spent the night outside the temple.
The four people took turns to keep vigil, and Wu Qiudao was the last one. He didn't care about the time arrangement. Anyway, he was not afraid of death. What's more, the Mao Gods still respected him as a contemporary walking in Kunlun. He thought of the Mao Gods who preached last night.
That scene was a little uncertain again.
The night passed without incident, there were no more casualties in the caravan, and everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The team leader felt that maybe they moved the mountain gods here with their top-notch three-animal sacrifice ceremony, so the mountain gods forgave everyone, and then they had the five dead people collected and stored in the local charity village to prepare for the end of the escort trip.
Then take the people back to their hometown.
Sitting on the rickety carriage, Wu Qiudao was petting his senior brother's cat. Suddenly, he felt blessed. He turned around and looked at the ruined temple on the mountain. He saw several figures standing at the door of the temple and looking this way. It was that group of people.
Mandrills, they still hold the meat of the three animal sacrifices in their hands and are sharing the food.
Wu Qiudao frowned and asked the civet cat in his arms in a low voice: "Senior brother, there are so many wild gods worshiped here, and they even kill people indiscriminately, don't you care?"
Li Huamao turned over and said, "This is your own experience and has nothing to do with me. You have to figure out what you want to do."
Wu Qiudao understood. He smiled, put his senior brother down gently, and jumped up with his sword in hand, flying towards the ruined temple. It was as if a thunderbolt exploded in the clear sky, shocking everyone in the caravan to stop their carriages and horses.
"The sword of the scorching tiger and dragon is flying, so that you can rely on your body and do nothing contrary to your will. I have become a master in swordsmanship. I can kill the dragon wherever it is."
There are mandrills and evil tigers causing chaos here, which is perfect for my "Tian Escape Sword Technique" to take action!
Wu Qiudao shouted in the air: "Three thousand worry threads, swing your sword to cut off the thunderbolts! This style is called: Cut off the worries!"
Before anyone arrived, a sword light arrived first. The fiery red sword shadow drew a dazzling trajectory, directly passing through the hearts of several mandrills, splashing a few puffs of blood. However, the Seven Stars and Five Lumins Sword did not touch a drop of blood and returned.
In the hands of Wu Qiudao.
He sighed in his heart, it was a pity that the mandrills gathered in the temple the night before were not gathered together.
Although the five fallen mandrill monsters had lost their hearts, their bodies were still strong and they did not die for a while.
The leading mandrill was wearing black clothes and a black crown, and shouted in pain: "Why did you kill me! We have no enmity with you, and we treated you with monkey wine last night! You are a disciple of Kunlun,
Can you act wantonly and kill indiscriminately?"
Wu Qiudao asked: "Traveling tigers to intimidate people, burning people's houses, poaching people's hearts and harming people, preaching and bluffing people! Are you the ones who do these?"
"Tearing out people's hearts and harming people? Although we mandrills have occupied the mountains and forests, we have not done anything wrong! If mortals respect us as mountain gods and offer sacrifices to us during the four seasons, why should we harm them again?" Another mandrill vomited blood next to him.
while shouting.
Wu Qiudao frowned: "What about mortals who have never heard of your reputation and don't respect you?"
"They don't respect us, so of course they deserve it! Even if they die, they deserve it! It's not a sin for mortals to hunt tigers and wolves, so why are we guilty of killing people?"
Wu Qiudao snorted coldly: "Then it's natural for me to kill demons and destroy obscene priests!"
"You, the Sword Immortal, are acting unfairly! I, Pan Xianweng, am not convinced! I am not convinced!!!" the mandrill in black yelled.
"Even if I act unfairly, what will you do?" The flying sword passed by again, and the noise disappeared.