Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 216 The earliest ghost and god replacement ceremony (2k) (12)

Uncle Wu was alone in the plantation, and the rest of the garden guards were pulling the hounds to prepare the wild boar to cross the river. Uncle Wu was standing here alone.

This is Uncle Wu's rubber plantation.

Uncle Wu is standing here, and this is a forbidden area allocated by him.

Except for him, he does not allow anyone to come here, which leads to a large number of spiders, scorpions, and centipedes infesting here. Uncle Wu was not angry when he saw these poisons. He used the internal organs of wild boars from the bucket beside him. The knife shattered it, and then threw it on the ground.

Attract those poisonous mist to appear.

Densely packed spiders and scorpions gathered together to grab these internal organs. Uncle Wu stood aside, as if something was about to come out of his body.

There are all kinds of mushrooms growing here, big ones, small ones, gray ones, white ones, and multicolored ones. They grow wantonly, and under the moisture of the rain, they grow out of the ground like cow dung.

Uncle Wu didn't smoke a cigar, but the smoke he spit out was also like the surrounding miasma and mist, colorful.

After vomiting it out, in a dream, Uncle Wu's figure was like a wild beast, changing in an invisible direction.

inhuman.

The boa constrictors came out of the mist one by one, and then a big dog with human facial sores ran out. They spit out a lot of flesh and blood, and swallowed the poison here , completed the first incense meal.

Completed the first flesh and blood offering.

The sound of chewing came from the mist, but Uncle Wu was expressionless, it wasn't that he was devouring flesh and blood, he just looked down at the scene in front of him, he was used to it.

After years of planning, it is almost time for a good harvest.

Uncle Wu stood among them, holding a civilized stick in his hand, after the hounds and big snakes devoured the food.

Began to torture the existence in the mist continuously.

one more time.

Every time he whipped, he would ask the existence in the mist.

"who am I?"

There seems to be a thousand voices, 10,000 voices overlapping.

"grandfather."

Uncle Wu didn't seem willing to give up, he continued to slap his eyes.

"who I am!"

"grandfather!"

Constant torture and constant responses, Fifth Uncle's body became even more inhuman in the mist. He was like a lion trapped in a trap, walking around in the mist frantically, tyrannical Rampage.

But his movements didn't stop at all.

His torture never stops.

In the severe pain, Fifth Uncle let out an extremely suppressed voice.

"The names and positions of the ancients were different, and the rites were also different."

"Confucius said: The name must be corrected! If the name is not correct, the words will not go well, and if the words don't go well, nothing will happen."

"The words of the saints, the words of the saints."

Like a wounded wolf, he kept repeating these words. After a while, the sound of gnashing teeth came out of the colorful mist.

"I'm from the Li family."

"I'm Li Budu."

"If you don't see the water of the Yellow River, it will rush to the sea and never return. If you don't see the mirror in the high hall, the sad white hair will turn into snow in the morning like blue silk in the evening."

He kept chanting these words, each sentence getting heavier and heavier.

In the end, like a hammer!

It hits people's hearts one after another!
"Li Budu, Li Budu!"

He kept calling his own name, but in the mist, "rumbling", other voices still came out.

That was another voice.

He speaks Malaysian language.

If translated.

That voice is [Tree God], [Tree God], [Tree God].

……

[Tree God]'s voice gradually overwhelmed that of [Li Budu].

A roar came from the mist.

Punch after punch, bombarded the ground in front of him, making big holes one after another. In the mist, human and animal shapes flickered constantly. Finally, someone gasped in the mist. Li Budu /Uncle Fifth/Grandfather/Papa's voice came out.

"It's all just brutes."

Unclothed, fifth uncle chishenluoti came out of the mist, his body was full of wounds vertically and horizontally, he didn't care about the weirdness swallowed in it, he just kept feeding the native gods here Some kind of weird monster.

"Heart."

"liver."

"spleen."

"lung."

"kidney."

Several ascetic monks brought some organs from a distance. It was no surprise to see Uncle Wu without clothes on. They threw the corpses buried in the cemetery into the fog in front of them one by one.

The big dogs and giant pythons are still biting.

Those ascetic monks were still expressionless, and they chanted the words as if they were chanting.

"Bold."

"Stomach."

"the large intestine."

"Small intestine."

"bladder."

"Three burners."

Uncle Wu sat on the ground, and the ascetic took out a sharp knife behind him, stabbed it into Uncle Wu's body fiercely, and bathed him.

"You still lack blood, you use the Chu Fu Yan Sheng technique to get rid of your own body, and you still need to replace the dead ghost."

said the ascetic monk.

Uncle Wu: "It's just calculating ghosts and gods. I can do what my ancestors did."

They seem to be saying two things.

Uncle Wu: "My Li family made a fortune with ghosts and gods, and because of this, I was trapped by ghosts and gods. There have been many talented people in the past, but they all failed.

Only me, must succeed! "

The ascetic monk stopped talking, and every time he entered the mist, the ascetic monk would ask this question.

It is convenient to determine who is coming out of the mist.

At this moment, lightning flashed across the sky, and in an instant, all the big pythons and big dogs in Wushu's mist were turned into coke.

Uncle Wu looked at the sky in disbelief.

Uncle Wu, who had always been sure of winning and counted ghosts and gods in his head, showed shock for the first time.

"what is that?"

"I don't know."

The ascetic monk still replied blankly, continuing to "bath" in his hand, ignoring Uncle Wu.

"Did he do it?"

Uncle Wu talked to himself.

He narrowed his eyes.

……

After the thunderstorm, Lin Feng returned to his position. He still had more than two gammalan potions left in his hand.

After using one serving.

There are at least two more.

He picked up a copy. This time, after thinking about it, he decided to go and see Zhang Zhuoen. After all, Zhang Zhuoen was still fierce here. He swallowed the medicine, and the feeling of his soul ascending to heaven reappeared. Spirit, wandering around the world, and then come back again.

Unlike seeing the teacher, Zhang Zhuo'en, he couldn't even find the door at all.

Failed.

Lin Feng was not discouraged, picked up the potion again, and swallowed it. This time, his spirit saw the majestic and mysterious snow-capped mountains. What surprised Lin Feng was that when he saw those snow-capped mountains, they looked like soft Snowdrifts, constantly changing.

He felt as if he had confronted the yak god.

(End of this chapter)