"Gushentan, the divine envoy?" Chen Qingshan found two key words from Mengdie's words. When he heard Gushentan, Chen Qingshan put back his murderous intention. He needed a person to lead the way, and
This man bumped into him.
As for the divine envoy, probably because of the relationship between the red dragon and Zhu Yao, he said that the red dragon is similar to the Ancient God, and the tribes of the ancient Shentan believe in the Luan Shen Cult.
This Mengdie probably thought Chen Qingshan was a member of the Chaos God Sect after sensing the aura of the red dragon on Chen Qingshan. After all, within the Chaos God Sect, those who could be contaminated with the aura of the ancient gods had a high status.
Chen Qingshan put down the sword in his hand, and Mengdie took a big breath. Chen Qingshan's killing intent just now was so strong that she couldn't breathe.
"Tell me more carefully, why I want to save your sister." Chen Qingshan closed the world and said to Mengdie.
Mengdie exhaled and spoke softly.
The main meaning is that the divine envoy who protected the Anda tribe died in a previous operation to disrupt the sect.
Because the Anda tribe did not have the protection of a divine envoy, it was almost wiped out by several other tribes that had divine envoys. Therefore, the people of the Anda tribe came up with a way to perform sacrifices, hoping to gain the favor of a divine envoy.
The person being sacrificed this time was Mengdie’s dependent sister.
Chen Qingshan thought about it, thinking that he was going to take this opportunity to become the so-called divine envoy of the Anda tribe, and then look for another opportunity to find a way to enter the holy mountain of Chaos God Religion.
Mengdie didn't know what Chen Qingshan was thinking, so she became a little nervous.
After all, it is obviously impossible for a divine envoy to protect the Anda tribe for no reason and thereby offend other divine envoys without paying a price.
Is there anything I can do to impress this divine envoy?
Mengdie gritted her teeth and said: "If the divine envoy doesn't mind, in order to repay your kindness for protecting the Anda tribe and saving my sister, I am willing to dedicate myself..."
Before he finished speaking the word "body", he was interrupted by Chen Qingshan.
"In that case, take me to the Anda tribe and save your sister by the way." Chen Qingshan replied directly.
"Thank you, God Envoy, thank you God Envoy." Mengdie was overjoyed and shouted repeatedly. Thinking of what she just said, Mengdie blushed slightly.
Fortunately, Chen Qingshan was concentrating on thinking about how to use his identity as a divine envoy to invade the Holy Mountain of Chaos God Religion, and did not pay too much attention to what Mengdie was saying.
Therefore, Chen Qingshan treated Mengdie very naturally, which made Mengdie less embarrassed.
"How long will it take for us to get to the Anda tribe? What is the strength of the people in your tribe? What tribes are there next to the Anda tribe?" Along the river bank, the water was gurgling. Mengdie led the way, and Chen Qingshan followed behind him, intending to know in advance.
some situations.
"Master Divine Envoy, it will take about two sticks of incense. There are nearly ten thousand people in our Anda tribe. The strongest among them is the clan leader, who has the cultivation level of the second realm. There are three tribes next to the Anda tribe, namely the Thunder Eagle tribe.
, Angry Horn Tribe, and Barking Dog Tribe, their size is similar to our Anda Tribe, but they are protected by divine envoys." Mengdie replied.
"Barking Dog Tribe, the name of this tribe is quite interesting." Chen Qingshan said.
"You may not think that the name of the Barking Dog Tribe is unpleasant, but in fact they are the most powerful among the four tribes in Gushentan. It's just that they don't compete with the world." Mengdie replied.
"Oh? What's the explanation?" Chen Qingshan asked.
Mengdie looked around, as if she was afraid that what she said next would be heard.
"In the Barking Dog tribe, a son of God emerged, named the Son of Barking Dog, and he was favored by the ancient god Barking Dog." Mengdie said cautiously, as if revealing the identity of the Son of Barking Dog would offend God and lead to punishment.
In fact, this is also true. The hundreds of tribes in this mountain all believe in the Barking Dog of the Ancient God Religion, and they are all nominally under the jurisdiction of the Barking Dog God Son of the Chaos God Religion.
"Does this mountain have a name?" Chen Qingshan asked.
Mengdie shook her head, indicating that it didn't exist, or that it had a name but Mengdie didn't know it.
She has never walked out of this mountain, so she doesn't need to know the name of the mountain. She only needs to know that the mountain others refer to is the mountain she sees.
"Foolish people?" Chen Qingshan sighed softly, feeling that he was going to play the role of a sheepherder.
As expected, there are many mountains like this at the junction of Shu and Miao, and they correspond to the different sons and goddesses of the Luan Shen Sect.
The so-called tribe is a sheepfold. There are many sheepfolds in a mountain. God's envoys manage each sheepfold on behalf of the owners of these mountains, and the owners of the mountains are the sons and goddesses of the Chaos God Sect.
The sons and goddesses of gods do not eat the flesh of the people in this circle, but they harvest their beliefs for the ancient gods behind them to eat.
The people in this mountain may live a peaceful life, but they don't know that they have become lambs in the pen, being harvested by the Cult of Chaos from generation to generation, and providing the faith needed for the existence of the ancient gods.
Mengdie walked in front. Chen Qingshan saw his back and sighed: "What would you do if I saved your sister and protected the so-called Anda tribe?"
Mengdie turned around, she didn't know why the God Envoy suddenly asked such a question.
But when he asked the distinguished Lord of the Divine Cult, Mengdie answered truthfully.
"What else can I do? With the protection of the Divine Envoy, there won't be much friction between tribes. In this case, I can live a worry-free life with my sister."
When Chen Qingshan heard this, he didn't know what to say, and he couldn't tell whether the people in the sheepfold were happy or unhappy.
"Lead the way." Chen Qingshan said.
"Oh, okay." Mengdie turned around and looked far away. There was fire ahead and thick smoke billowing straight up to Qingming.
Seeing the smoke, Mengdie's pace quickened, changing from walking to running, with an anxious look on his face.
"Master Divine Envoy, please hurry up, the Anda tribe's sacrificial ceremony has begun!"
Just because he saw it, it didn't mean he could rush back. Mengdie was at most an ordinary person with strong skills, and perhaps his scent perception was better than ordinary people.
But if she had waited for Mengdie's speed, by the time she returned to the Anda tribe, her so-called sister would have been reduced to a pile of ashes.
Mengdie ran very fast.
Big beads of sweat broke out from Mengdie's body. I don't know whether it was because of tiredness or urgency.
Chen Qingshan sighed, picked up Mengdie with one hand, and green wood appeared under his feet. The distance of dozens of miles was reached in an instant.
Mengdie felt her body light up and saw the tall village gate of the Anda tribe.
"Master Divine Envoy?!" Mengdie looked at Chen Qingshan with a look of admiration in her eyes.
Chen Qingshan acted as if he had not heard anything, and just put Mengdie down in his hand and looked at the Anda tribe.
The wooden village gate is made of spliced logs, sharpened at the top and bottom, and nailed into the ground to complete.
The tower, which is dozens of feet high, looks majestic, but in fact it is just a sheepfold enlarged many times.
A high-level monk can destroy a city with one sword. If you put it here, Chen Qingshan's cultivation level can also destroy the city with one sword, if this Anda tribe can still be regarded as a city.
The architecture of the Anda tribe is not even comparable to that of Chen Qingshan's Jishui Town, and it's far behind. Looking at it, the Anda tribe only has primitive buildings.
They are primitive, so they are easy to govern. The Chaos God Religion does not need them to be civilized, as long as they are alive and believe in the ancient gods.
There is no one in front of the tower of the Anda tribe, simply because in the center of the tribe, the sacrifice has already begun.
Without anyone to stop them, Chen Qingshan and Mengdie saw the high altar. The girl tied to it, who was ten years old, was tied to the wooden frame, and firewood gathered together below.
There was an old man dressed as a wizard, wearing a blue robe and a high crown with both sides turned up, who was worshiping the sky.
"Jingle Bell…"
"Jingle Bell…"
The bell in the wizard's hand swayed as the bell swayed, and spit out some unintelligible bytes.
This is the shaman of the Anda tribe. Perhaps influenced by Miao witchcraft, the people of the Anda tribe believe that offering sacrifices to the tribe can please the gods.
Chen Qingshan shook his head when he saw it: "If a god can only be pleased by killing tribesmen, then what's the use of believing in him? Kill more tribesmen? If the gods deceive me, it's better to replace him."
Chen Qingshan whispered some truths. These truths are understood by every monk in the Tang Dynasty.
It's just that this principle doesn't work in the Anda tribe.
Chen Qingshan didn't hide anything, so even though his voice was very soft, someone still heard it.
"Heretic! Who are you? How dare you blaspheme the gods?!" Someone nearby exclaimed, discovering that Chen Qingshan's clothes did not look like those of a tribal person, which caused a stir.
Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Qingshan, including the shaman of the Anda tribe who was standing on the altar, and the Anda tribe's chief at the front of the crowd.
Facing the gaze, Chen Qingshan was not afraid and cleared his throat: "Let me tell you, the gods don't want you to kill people, the gods want you to love others."
"Absurd! Get this blasphemous foreign currency from me!" the shaman on the altar shouted, dropping the bell in his hand.
As a rapid bell rang, the crowd separated, and a group of young and middle-aged people walked out of the crowd, close to a hundred people. Their cultivation level was at the first level, but it was a very weak level.
Chen Qingshan even suspected that the Luan Shen Cult allowed the people in the sheepfold to practice, but the practice method given to them was a castrated version to ensure that the Luan Shen Cult had absolute dominance over them.
"Be careful, Lord Envoy." Mengdie walked up to Chen Qingshan, wanting to explain something to these tribesmen.
Chen Qingshan stretched out his hand and pulled Mengdie back, and stood there obediently in frustration.
"Alas..." Chen Qingshan sighed softly, put away the Tian Di Kuan in his hand, and tightened his fists.
Chen Qingshan knows that in this situation, they won't listen to anything you say to them. You have to knock them all down first and show your strength, then they will listen to you obediently.
Chen Qingshan rushed into the crowd, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, punching them one by one and knocking them to the ground.
After more than ten breaths, everyone in sight was lying on the ground. Looking at the people who were beaten by him, Chen Qingshan clapped his hands, feeling a little proud, and then he felt refreshed, even the depression in his heart.
I also let out some breath.
I took a deep breath, calmed down, and got down to business.
"Hello everyone, I'm the new shepherd, oh, no, the angel!" Chen Qingshan said with a smile.
Afraid that these guys wouldn't believe it, Chen Qingshan deliberately made the red dragon totem on his arm light up. The aura of the red dragon rose from Chen Qingshan's body, and if the south wind passed by, it would pass over the heads of every Anda tribe member.
He is an aboveboard person.
"With this kind of strength, how can you be exposed to such a pure aura of an ancient god?!" The aura of the red dragon flashed from the head of the Anda tribe's clan leader, and the clan leader's body instantly trembled with excitement.
It has been almost a year, and the Anda tribe has finally welcomed a new envoy.
"Mr. Anda, I have met the Lord God Envoy!" The chief of the Anda tribe bowed to Chen Qingshan.
"I've seen the envoy of God!"
Seeing this, other members of the Anda tribe also knelt down and worshiped.
Seeing this trend, the sorcerer wearing a cockscomb hat on the altar knew that he could not go against the trend, so he knelt down and shouted out "I have seen the envoy of the gods".
Chen Qingshan was very satisfied with this and said: "So, can you listen to me?"
As Chen Qingshan spoke out his words, the place fell silent.
"So, I hope you let the girl go. What the ancient gods need is not the blood sacrifice ceremony, but the mutual help of the people in the tribe." Chen Qingshan talked about the Tang Dynasty through the mouth of the ancient gods.
arrived at the truth.
"Your Majesty the Divine Envoy is right, help each other, help each other." The Anda clan kowtowed a few more times on the ground, and ordered people to release Mengdie's sister quickly.
"Thank you, Lord Envoy!" Mengdie jumped onto the altar without waiting for anyone else to do anything. Seeing her sister approaching, the fear in the little girl's eyes gradually turned into joy.
The rope was taken off, and the girl blinked her eyes and called out "sister" in a crisp voice.
"Hey, sister is here!" Mengdie cried with joy, hugging the girl and refusing to let go for a long time.
In Mengdie's eyes, this sister is the most precious treasure.