At this time, Sang and Acheng were sitting on one side, while Zhao Zhenren closed the door and leaned aside.
After Dragon Turtle Youdan told Xuesong Chen Hao and Mo Zhu about his experience, both of them looked surprised.
"Heishan...actually cast witchcraft on you?" Mo Zhu frowned: "After what happened that year, Dragon Turtle has no contact with Heishan again, and he actually fell into witchcraft..."
"Xue Song, your side..."
Xuesong Chen Hao nodded solemnly:
"At the beginning, in order to confirm Heishan's plan, I pretended to cooperate with him and stayed in Heishan Village."
"It seems like...maybe Black Mountain has already planted some tricks in my body."
"It's nothing, it's just...it's a pity that I didn't find the Changchun water."
Sang made tea for everyone: "The water totem among the ten immortals?"
Xuesong Chen Hao thanked him and took the tea cup from Sang:
"What happened back then..."
"Oh, it's really hard to describe."
"Let's see, anyway... I originally planned to contact the Lord and find a way to make the Lord recall what happened back then..."
"Not weak...Is the immortal going to accompany you to have a look?"
Sang thought for a moment and agreed to Xuesong's suggestion.
Obviously, everything happening in Lanxi Town now revolves around Acheng in his previous life and the legend of the Ten Immortals Totem of the Gouli Dynasty.
Only by clarifying what happened back then can we know how to solve it.
After getting Sang's consent, Xuesong and Mozhu looked at each other.
The two people immediately used their magical power to light a white oil lamp in front of Sang.
As the lights burned, Sang and Acheng's consciousness gradually began to drift into a trance.
His vision became increasingly blurry in the firelight.
The fire light became more and more intense.
finally……
Feeling drowsy, Sang and Acheng lay on the table and fell asleep.
Zhenren Zhao tensed his body slightly. On the one hand, he was wary of the movement outside Lanruo Temple, and on the other hand, he was wary of the three totems in front of him.
…
On the other side, in the Ning Mansion, Danhe Zhang Lin and Bailu Ningqi looked at the blood food that had been offered and nodded with satisfaction.
"Dragon Turtle can't be relied on, so we have to rely on ourselves." Bai Lu seemed a little nervous.
Danhe said in a deep voice:
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"The reason I asked you to make a contract with Dragon Turtle was as a backup option."
"Although the dragon turtle was injured the most, it and the master himself suffered the least karma."
"If we deduce it according to the cause and effect of China's Kyushu, the Dragon Turtle has the highest probability of meeting the Lord first."
"So...that's it, let's get started."
I saw all around me the maids and servants wearing Nuo opera masks, standing respectfully in different positions.
In their hands, each held an oil lamp.
Danhe already had a feather fan in his hand. With a gentle blow, a breeze blew by, and the oil lamps around him lit up one after another.
Immediately afterwards, the lanterns already hung on the wall also lit up with firelight.
This made the originally dark Ning Mansion courtyard suddenly become brighter.
Immediately afterwards, in front of the altar table covered with blood food, Dan He knelt down and sat in front of him respectfully.
On the knee, there is already a traditional musical instrument of the Gouli Dynasty - Xuanhe Qin.
"call……"
With a slight sigh of relief, Dan He began to strum the strings.
The unique sound instantly echoed throughout the courtyard.
The white deer on the side also wore the mask of the Eighty King and the ceremonial clothes covered with strips of cloth. At this moment, the antlers and forks in his hands were regarded as the blessing tools of the witchcraft.
As the Xuanhe Qin played, they began to dance in the courtyard.
At the same time, the surrounding maids and servants also started the ancient dance of the Gouli Dynasty in accordance with the rhythm of the white deer.
Their movements seemed a little stiff, but they also carried an indescribable sense of holiness and blessing.
The white deer surrounds the consecrated dining table and dances its body devoutly.
Under the mask, Dan He had his eyes closed.
The melody of Xuanhe Qin, from the ancient and long-lasting at the beginning, gradually turned into a sonorous and killing sound!
As the melody changed, Bai Lu's movements also began to change.
If it had an ethereal charm at the beginning, now it has a murderous aura of galloping into the battlefield!
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The sound of the piano is like the sound of war drums.
In my ears, amid the faint sounds of soldiers and horses, there was suddenly another burst of heavy footsteps.
Under the masks, Dan He and Bai Lu's eyes suddenly condensed.
Coming!
I saw that the originally closed door of Ning Mansion slowly opened at this moment.
Along with a gust of cold wind, some black tentacles that looked like dense fog came in one after another, bypassing the maids and servants who were dancing with oil lamps in their hands from all directions.
Finally... came to the altar table.
The black mist gradually condensed, turning into a mask of the Nuo god with a resentful expression.
"This is..." Dan He was shocked: "Is this the resentful side of the Eighty-year King?"
Thinking of this, Dan He didn't dare to stop playing the Xuanhe Qin in his hand.
White Deer’s dance of witchcraft and blessing has never stopped.
At this moment, it was like the two totems of the Ten Immortals, using songs, dances and prayers to please the resentful side of the eighty-year-old king in front of them.
The resentful face seemed to be very satisfied, and his eyes stayed on Bai Lu and Dan He for a long time.
finally:
"What do you wish for?"
They both trembled at the same time.
This is the sound only they hear.
For a moment, both the white deer and the red crane stopped performing in excitement and crawled on the ground.
Danhe said respectfully:
"Please the Eighty King...give us...the right to live in this land..."
"Let us...may cease the divine right to perform its duties for a perishing nation..."
"We... want to be ordinary people..."
…
On the other side, there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire where the Eighty Kings are worshipped.
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Sunlight Golden Old Man and Mrs. Xiangyun are in the body of the Eighty-year King who has turned into a giant.
They turned their backs to each other and chanted the incantations belonging to the Gouli Dynasty.
Immediately afterwards, a series of mantras appeared inside this huge body.
A moment later:
"How is the situation?" Sunlight Jinweng asked.
Mrs. Xiangyun nodded:
"This time, we took advantage of the huge ceremony in Lanxi Town and finally invited the real Eighty King!"
"It's just... it's a little different from what we expected. This eighty-year-old king seems to be more ferocious!"
Sunlight Jin Weng said in a deep voice:
"There are originally two Eighty Kings of Kyushu."
"In the Ning Mansion, Bai Lu and Dan He seem to have invited the Eighty Kings."
"If we compare the two, the person they invited should be the son of the First Emperor, Prince Xushu."
"The person in front of us...should be the legendary Chi You..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a roar like a beast came from above.
"Coming!"
Sunlight Jin Weng and Mrs. Xiangyun form a hand seal.
"The totem of a small country is so courageous. He dares to invade my body at the Nuo God Meeting!"
The inexplicably fierce voice was filled with layers of murderous intent.
The strong wind and heat wave hit her face, and the mask on Mrs. Xiangyun's face gradually showed cracks.
"According to rumors... the first God of War totem in Kyushu..."
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"We know very well that with our current status, we are not qualified to talk to you on an equal footing."
"We...are willing to pay the price, and I only hope that the Eighty King will help us!"
"Oh?" The eighty-year-old king in the void seemed to be interested: "Let's talk and listen."
At this time, Sunlight Jin Weng and Mrs. Xiangyun said in unison:
"Please help us... kill the mountain totem!"
…
In Lanxi Town, Heishan waved his folding fan lightly and looked around, with a playful smile on his lips:
"Well... I mobilized the entire Lanxi Town with the power of the mountain ghost."
"As expected, the other totems couldn't bear it anymore."
"Taking this opportunity, I more or less want to implement my own plan."
"The respective camp factions have also been clearly understood."
Next to Black Mountain, Xiaoyu looked worried:
"Montenegro, do you really want to do this?"
"Their methods are really good, especially Sunlight Jinweng and Mrs. Xiangyun. They invited the first eighty-year-old king in Kyushu."
"In these years, in order to avoid weakening, you killed a fox demon and became a mountain ghost."
"But... in front of the totem of the number one god of war in Kyushu, I'm afraid..."
Heishan waved his hand:
"If it is the Eighty-Year King in perfect condition, I will naturally be no match."
"But don't forget, Sunlight Jin Weng and Mrs. Xiangyun are exhausted... they are just empty shells."
"They are the only two who really want me to die."
"It doesn't matter, let's have a fight."
"Xiaoyu, you don't need to be by my side, go find Acheng."
Xiao Yu opened her mouth, but there was a hint of loneliness in her eyes:
"But...will there be changes in this life?"
Heishan glanced at Xiaoyu in surprise:
"Now that things have come to an end, why are you so timid?"
"Back then, he was the one who created us, and the Jurye dynasty began to decline, so everything was naturally different."
"It's different now."
"Although he is still our founder,...the karma between you and him, as well as the karma between your body and his Ning family, have been completely tied together."
"You already have your chance."
"Go ahead."
"This is my battlefield."
"Your battlefield is not here."
"Go to Lanruo Temple. I will let Yaksha guard you."
…
At this time, Sang and Acheng have entered the fire of memory given by the totem.
When Sang opened his eyes, there was a burst of cheering in his ears.
Taking a closer look, amid a burst of cheers, everyone seemed to be supporting a young king on horseback.
No one around him seemed to be able to see him.
However, Sang caught a glimpse of Acheng in the crowd.
At this time, Ah Cheng has bright eyes and white teeth, and is more bookish than now.
Dressed in white robes, he actually looked a bit like an immortal.
He was somewhat slender, riding on a plain white horse, and quietly followed the man in front of him, back to the capital of the Goryeo Dynasty.
[Author's digression]: Little popular science:
The Xuanhe Qin mentioned in this article is also called Xuanqin, which is similar to the Chinese guzheng.
It was once very popular in Jilin and other areas.
It was a musical instrument commonly used by the Juli people, a minority ethnic group in Northeast China.