Sherlock was in the corner of Aiwass' room, quietly reading the Tantra. Aiwass was preparing for this unique promotion ceremony.
The reason why he came to guard Aiwass's promotion ceremony was because Lily's separation had reached the most critical moment.
The full moon will change with the moon phase, wither and wither. Just like a flower turns into a fruit, using its own existence to breed new life. And that fruit is the new moon...a lightless egg.
It will eventually eclipse the light and grow, becoming the next full moon again as the sun rises and sets.
The Egg Moon Tantra talks about the changing phases of the moon, self-division, and the art of self-gestation.
Because of this, the birth of the "new self" must be completed on the night of the new moon.
But he didn't fall unconscious directly to the ground.
Aiwass hummed softly and started the ceremony.
Sherlock murmured.
He has experienced this feeling.
It seemed as if something's gaze was passing over him.
Aiwass sighed: "You might as well have asked earlier."
As Aiwass chanted, the gem on his chest suddenly lit up with emerald green light.
White pigeon. Dark blue fish. Green snake.
At this moment, Aiwass definitely felt that his body had fallen into a weak state. A "cold heat" ignited from under his skin, as if he had a high fever. Compared with the pain of a low fever, a high fever
Sometimes, there is a sense of tranquility like being in the ocean. Aiwass's thinking has become colder and more rational, as if he is controlling this body from a higher perspective.
Then the only one who can help Aiwass guard the promotion ceremony is Sherlock.
When facing the wind, it was difficult to get oxygen for breathing. Sherlock gasped for air, feeling an increasingly strong sense of suffocation. The messy things in the room trembled, fell over, and became a mess, but none of them came close to Ai
The ritual formations under Wen Si's body. When they get close, they will be directly ejected by a storm.
——The next moment, Sherlock suddenly felt frightened.
This was the first time he had seen such a big promotion ceremony - even the Pillar God himself came looking for it.
Aiwass raised his hands and chanted loudly: "I praise the birds and fish, and the crawlers on the ground with hundreds of claws and thousands of scales!
On the other side, Lily looked up at the lightless moon: "The time has come..."
Sherlock stared at the tantra book intently, and suddenly asked: "Do you need my help?"
"no problem?"
"Three times have I praised, and three times have I prayed. I have soaked my eyes with the bile of snakes, and covered my body with the blood of birds. I have bathed in sea water!
"Among the lightless woodlands, I will grow wings and scales—"
The wheelchair that Aiwass had prepared before and pushed to the side of the ceremony was not used at all. When the storm just started, the wheelchair ran far away on its own.
Ritualists believe that, excluding the torture factors of disease and pain, the weaker a person's body, the stronger the soul. Therefore, when a person is around fifty years old, his soul is the strongest.
It is also the age when spellcasters such as ritualists and mages are strongest.
The last time he was in Eagle Point Village, Aiwass launched "Ritual: Odin's Trial" in front of him. The moment the thunder struck down, Sherlock felt this sense of fear for a moment. His body felt
He couldn't stop staring, his limbs were weak and trembling.
As he sang, the wind suddenly blew in the room with the closed doors and windows, and all the light was blown out. In the dark space, only an emerald green star rose slowly, exuding
Cross-shaped sharp light.
Sherlock looked down at the book and said casually: "No one can hurt you unless I die."
If it is later, people will start to get sick. And the pain and worry caused by a large number of chronic diseases will gradually wear away the luster of the soul. After that, people will age rapidly, because the weakened soul is fed back to the body... With this
At the same time, severe wear and tear on the brain will in turn affect the soul.
And when the pillar gods cast their gaze, their gaze itself was like a spell that affected the mind.
After finishing the first part of the ritual array, he began to write the second layer with sea water. Then he used snake bile to write the third layer, and then used bird blood to write the top layer.
After everything was written, Aiwass stood in the middle of the ceremonial formation.
Aiwass's voice became blurred in the increasingly violent storm: "I am the only one who can do it——"
They symbolize the sky, ocean and earth respectively, but what they have in common is that they are all creatures with scales and feathers.
Forget it, let's pack our things first.
——When Sherlock gradually recovered from the numb feeling in his scalp, he saw Aiwass still standing in the middle of the ceremony, falling into a state of silent stiffness.
At this moment, Lily is staying alone on the second floor, preparing for self-division.
Aiwass used a special ritual this time - fasting.
It seems as casual as fooling people. But since these words came from the mouth of Sherlock Hermes, then it may be credible.
"The God of Scales and Feathers, the God of Thousands of Clothes—"
He lowered his head and lifted his feet off the ground. His knees were slightly bent and his hands were holding his abdomen. Except that he could not curl up completely, he was almost like a baby.
"I would have helped if I had asked, my friend."
"Gaze" is powerful, as some particularly keen people can even clearly detect the sight behind themselves.
Aiwas curled his lips: "In short, take care of my body. Don't let anyone get close to it."
"I pay my respects to the Lord of Scales and Feathers, the God with the number six.
Instead, it was fixed directly in mid-air by an invisible force.
He shook his head, stood up, closed the "Song of Foolish Tantra", and patiently picked up the clutter all over the house that was scattered on the floor, as if thieves had entered it.
"...Aiwass, does he really need me to protect him?"
"I also knew you wouldn't come to help, so I didn't even ask you at first..."
"I praise the medicine, the poison, and the things that don't know the difference between medicine and poison!
This was also the first time that Aiwass acted like a ritual master, carrying out the ritual step by step according to taboos and rules.
Instead of preparing nine different symbols, Aiwass only prepared three.
The storm that hit him made Sherlock couldn't help but close his eyes and stretched out his hands to shield his eyes. Because he was indoors, he didn't wear a hat, and at this moment, his hair was being blown around and pulled into different shapes.
.
He put these materials into a ring respectively, and connected the three rings to form an equilateral triangle. He also prepared a bottle of life potion, poison, and anesthetic, and placed them in three smaller rings.
, connect the three of them to form a smaller equilateral triangle. Overlap these two triangles to form a less regular hexagram.
"It was just finished."
Aiwass has been fasting for five days, deprived of sleep for one day, and deprived of water for another day and a half. For ordinary people, this is already a level of weakness that requires lying in bed. But Aiwass can still handle it alone.
The ritual... At most, when you stand up, you will feel a little dark in front of your eyes.
Therefore, when performing some serious and dangerous rituals, the ritualist usually starts fasting for a period of time in advance to ensure that his body is weak enough so that the soul can maintain a more stable state during the ritual.
——It is different from the promotion ceremonies in the past.
"The eight are not here——"
The corners of Sherlock's mouth raised slightly, and he responded: "Why don't you let me recharge my batteries and protect you to complete the ceremony."
"Do not worry."
Her eyes were shining with crimson brilliance, and in her hand was a glass of red wine - with a drop of Aiwass' blood in it.
She raised her head and drank the wine in the glass.