Bai Ziqi glanced lightly and said calmly, "Just like humans have leaders, demons have demon kings, and heaven has emperors, each interface has its own ruler. This palace is not necessarily left by heaven.
It might have been left by the ruler of this interface. To determine whether it is a relic of Heaven's Way, it will take a long time to confirm."
In other words, this palace may be a relic left by the ancestors of that group of people. Those people did not lie.
Wei Huang said, "Bai Emperor, you also said that you are not sure whether it is a relic left by the way of heaven. It will take a long time to verify. But I have already verified it. I practiced the four spells recorded in the relic."
Years ago, my cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, comparable to a hundred years of hard work. Isn’t this enough to prove that this palace is the relic of Heaven’s Dao? I got the guidance of Heaven’s Dao, so my cultivation can advance rapidly. I am the best proof that this place is a miracle of Heaven’s Dao!”
Wei Huang was a little proud. Bai Ziqi and his predecessor, the Queen of Heaven, traveled for hundreds of years but failed to find the relics of Heaven. Wei Huang found it after only one year of travel. Compared with Bai Ziqi, Wei Huang was simply the chosen one.
Bai Ziqi's expression remained unchanged, and he said in an indifferent tone, "Weihuang, the key to practicing Kung Fu is to be precise rather than too many. In order to break through the bottleneck and practice new Kung Fu, it is equivalent to building a building in the air. Without a foundation, it is destined to be unstable. Be careful and it will be backlashed in the end, and you will die."
Destroy your cultivation."
"Bai Emperor, why don't you see others who are better than you..." Wei Huang was a little unhappy.
Yuchen interrupted him, "We are here to find the child."
I don’t know if Weihuang has just become a father and has not yet adapted to his identity. He seemed to be anxious after hearing Yuchen’s reminder. He said, “I don’t know where the tribe of those people is. How about we separate?
try to find?"
After Wei Huang finished speaking, an ancient chanting sound suddenly came from afar.
I quickly turned my head and followed the sound.
It was a group of people wearing white cloaks. They seemed to be performing some kind of ceremony. They were neatly divided into two teams. Everyone was wearing white cloaks. The fat cloaks not only covered their bodies, but also covered their heads.
Their faces were all hidden under their cloaks, and at first glance they looked like a group of white ghosts.
Their hands were stretched out of their cloaks, but their sleeves were all made of Peking opera water sleeves. Their long white sleeves hung down, making them look more like ghosts seeking their lives. They looked very strange.
Each of them holds a rectangular wooden box in their hands, covered with a layer of white flowers. These boxes look very much like urns.
At the front of the team is a leader wearing a white flag and a large red silk flower tied to his chest. The leader holds the white flag high in one hand and a red lantern in the other hand. On the red lantern is a large word "囍". At the same time, he
It sang with a strange and ancient tune.
The leader walks in front, and the two teams follow obediently behind.
The white flags, urns, white flowers, their clothes and the strange tone of voice that sounded like mourning, all looked like a funeral, but the person leading the way had a big red flower tied on his chest, and he was carrying a big red lantern with the word "happy" on it.
It's like the groom is going to pick up the bride, and it's like a wedding.
I'm a little confused.
The behavior of these people is just like this dilapidated palace. The collision of two cultures creates a nondescript atmosphere that makes people confused as to what they are doing.
Isn’t the culture of this interface just a mix and match?
When I was thinking wildly, I heard Yuchen ask Wei Huang, "Is it them?"
Wei Huang stared at the group of people and nodded, "Yes, I recognize their cloaks."
As he spoke, he rushed forward.
Yuchen grabbed him and said, "Don't scare the snake."
We hid and waited for the team to go far away, then we followed the traces they left and searched for them.
After walking for about twenty minutes, we found the oasis that Yang Jin mentioned!
The turquoise lake water and the calm lake surface are like an excellent emerald inlaid in the golden desert.
At this time, a tribe was holding a celebration by the lake.
There was a bonfire burning by the lake, and a group of young women wearing bright red dresses and gold jewelry were dancing around the bonfire with their bare feet. They wore gold bracelets on their wrists and ankles, and gold bells hung on the bracelets.
Jumping up, the bells jingling, and the women singing loudly create a festive atmosphere of festival celebration.
There is a festive atmosphere here, but behind the women are the two groups of people holding the urns. They are still wearing white robes and formed two circles, surrounding the women in the middle.
It’s really a mashup of cultures. Do you think this is a wedding or a funeral?
There was a banquet next to the bonfire, with a square wooden table and four long benches. There were eight dishes on the table. The drinks were poured into the glasses, but there was not a single guest. A dozen banquet tables were placed there empty.
I don't know who I'm entertaining, which makes me feel scared.
"What are they doing?" Wei Huang had already chased them here and was not in a hurry. Wei Huang stared at the two groups of red and white people and asked in confusion.
"Are the guests not here yet?" I guessed, "This tribe cannot be limited to just these few people. They are holding a ceremony here, and the others may not have arrived yet."
"No," Bai Qingjue, who had never spoken, said coldly, "the guests are already having a banquet."
As soon as I said this, looking at the empty banquet table, a chill ran down my spine.
"Is there anyone there that I can't see?" I asked Yuchen.
Yuchen shook his head, "I can't see it either."
"I didn't see it either," Wei Huang said, "Bai Qingjue, don't scare people, Yuchen's cultivation level is not inferior to yours, if there is someone there, if you can see it, Yuchen will definitely be able to see it too.
"
When questioned, Bai Qingjue had no reaction, his expression remained unchanged, "The guest is not a human being."
"There are some things that cannot be seen with the eyes," Bai Ziqi said. "Since Qing Jue said that the seats are full of guests, there must be something beside these tables."
While we were talking quietly here, over there, the women finished dancing and bowed back.
The women stepped back, and at the same time, the men in white robes began to move forward. They did not stop when they reached the bonfire, but walked directly into the fire without any hesitation!
I was shocked.
The fire burned on them, as if adding fuel to the fire. There was a muffled sound, and the flames shot into the sky, drowning their figures in an instant.
They were swallowed up by the fire, but they remained silent without making any screams. The remaining people were not afraid and continued to walk into the fire.
What are you doing? Suicide?
The women who had retreated to the back all knelt down, with their hands close to the ground, and bowed to the bonfire in a pious manner.
"They are reborn." Bai Qingjue suddenly said.
"What?" It's not that Wei Huang didn't hear clearly, he just didn't know what Bai Qingjue's words about rebirth meant.
Bai Qingjue turned her head and looked to the other side, "Look over there."
We all turned our heads and looked in the direction Bai Qingjue was facing.
On the other side of the bonfire, directly opposite the banquet table, was a flat piece of yellow sand. But soon, the yellow sand bulged into grave mounds, as if something was trying to get out of the sand.
After a while, a hand suddenly stretched out from the sand, followed by an arm, a head, an upper body, and finally the entire body.
It was a naked adult man who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old.
As the first man came out of the sand, other people emerged from the graves one after another. There were men and women, all in their late teens. They were like newborn babies, naked and with clear eyes, looking at the world.
Full of novelty.
The women in red clothes kowtowed three times to the bonfire and shouted in unison, "Kowtow to God for His grace."
After shouting, they stood up, picked up the white robes they had prepared, ran over, and put the white robes on these people.
One of the women said, "You have completed your resurrection, it's time to come back to the tribe with me."
The new student saluted the woman, then followed her to the other side of the oasis.
I don't know what kind of ceremony they held, but I was shocked.