Horizontal pushing martial arts: starting from the red alchemy bell jar

Chapter 64

I don't know how long has passed.

The canopy swayed and fell, and the fallen leaves were flying.

The huge python body coiled around the tree pole moved slowly, making the sound of muscles and bones clattering, and a pair of huge dark green vertical pupils opened suddenly.

Two pillars of air popped out from the nostrils.

"Ahem... Hong Zhao, it hurts so much, I really hurt so much, take revenge for me, you must avenge me!

"That old trickster hurt my body and nearly burned my penance for hundreds of years. I can't wait to eat his flesh and bones!"

A rough and hoarse roar spewed out from the python's mouth.

The dark green pupils were full of unresolved hatred.

"You, it's all like this, stop it."

Inside the banyan tree, the sound of old age sounded.

Unlike human words, it contains vicissitudes and ancient meanings, like magic, which gradually stabilizes the excited mood of Xuan Mang Jiao.

"Huhu... Hong Zhao, isn't that consciousness still asleep?"

The mysterious python gradually calmed down, and moved the python's body with difficulty.

"Well, the increase in my cultivation base was enough to escape this labyrinth of flesh and blood, but I swallowed something that shouldn't be swallowed.

"That thing is strong-willed and has a long history. I dare not touch it, for fear of a temporary counterattack and serious injury.

"Now, I can only be freed by waiting for that consciousness to fall asleep completely. Because of this, I don't have to think about revenge for the time being."

The fleshy banyan tree seemed to be speaking in a low voice, its branches and leaves shaking.

Hearing this, the mysterious python dragon's huge head lowered slightly, and said: "Then what should we do about these ants that followed?"

"That ghost thing merged with me, and I can't control my own ability for the time being, otherwise I would have swallowed up these little grasshoppers.

"I just hope that consciousness will not be awakened by these ants, otherwise, all previous efforts will be wasted..."

At the end, Xuan Mang Jiao's eyes moved, and he asked cautiously: "Hong Zhao, is that thing really as miraculous as you said?

"When I saw it for the first time, why did I feel a strong ominous atmosphere on it, as if there was an endless mountain of corpses and seas of blood hidden in it, which made my soul tremble..."

The old voice seemed to disappear, and it reappeared after a long time. He said slowly and firmly: "This bone has an extraordinary history, and I can't see the heel for the time being, but if it can be fully integrated, it will be no problem breaking through the fourth realm!"

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The grass grows and the warblers fly, harmonious and leisurely, and the ordinary life seems to have endless fun, so that the Chu River gradually integrates into every bit of the village, and the strange ideas in the mind are getting less and less day by day.

Time is passing.

In the blink of an eye, a year passed by.

Men farm and women weave, respect each other as guests, and the years are quiet and good.

Because of Chuhe's great strength, he can plow the land that even a few cows can't plow, and his hunting skills are superb, so he always reaps rich harvests.

Coupled with Yumei's kindness and virtuousness, the two of them lived a happy life and became a rather wealthy family in the village.

"Huh ~ Yumei, if one day we grow old, we will be buried here. Look how beautiful the scenery is, surrounded by mountains and rivers..."

On the hillside, Chu He sat on the soft grass, with Yumei in his arms, squinting his eyes at the peaceful forest under the blue sky.

"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Yumei spat coquettishly and interrupted Chuhe's words.

Chuhe chuckled and turned to look at the blue sky again.

If I could live my life like this...

"Brother A Niu, come quickly, the mountain god is awake!"

Not far away, the exclamation of the villagers suddenly sounded.

mountain god?

Chuhe's expression shook, and he shivered.

Looking at each other with Yumei, they both saw the other party's doubts.

It has been passed down from generation to generation in the village that the village is so quiet and peaceful, and all kinds of disasters have been avoided, all thanks to the protection of the mountain god.

As for the mountain god, he wakes up once a year, and sleeps deeply on weekdays.

Every time at this time, sacrifices must be made.

At first glance, it was just a folklore, but inexplicably familiar in Chuhe's heart, as if he had experienced this pattern before, and instinctively disgusted the mountain god.

Curiosity in my heart is soaring like weeds at this moment, and it is difficult to suppress.

"Where? Are you kidding me?"

Holding Yumei's hand, Chuhe rushed forward and saw the villagers running towards the village temple at the same time, blocking the entrance of the temple in front.

Seeing this, he took three steps and one step, and took a closer look, and saw Miao Zhu with a thin figure and pale complexion standing in front of the narrow temple gate.

Miao Zhu stooped, raised his head to reveal dark eye circles, and looked at the villagers with a smile, occasionally shining through strange light.

"Miao Zhu, the mountain god is really going to wake up?"

Looking at Miao Zhu, Chu He asked subconsciously.

For some reason, as soon as he saw this person, his curiosity faded away inexplicably, replaced by an unreasonable sense of disgust.

"Ahem... The Lord Mountain God really has a dream for me, and he will wake up within a few days. Everyone needs to prepare sacrifices in advance..."

Miao Zhu nodded, coughing and explaining carefully, looking at Yumei behind Chuhe inadvertently, revealing a strange color.

Yumei has a keen sense, and hides behind Chuhe with a frown.

"Hey, what are you looking at!"

Chuhe's face became serious, and he protected Yumei behind his back.

He wanted to stare and curse, but for some reason, it seemed that he had been affected by memory for a long time, and his character became more honest.

"Oh, nothing, nothing."

Miao Zhu narrowed his eyes and revealed a meaningful smile.

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Chu He frowned and glanced at the crooked Miao Zhu in the crowd, and then turned back to look at the dim mountain temple in front of him. He always felt that Miao Zhu had some malicious intentions, especially the kind of eyes he showed to Yumei...

I really want to punch him!

Oh, I'm thinking about these things again.

After a while, he shook his head and smiled again, comforting Yumei, suppressing the inexplicable anger in his heart, and turned around to quickly catch up with the villagers.

The mountain god is waking up!
Following Miao Zhu's speech and waiting for everyone to return to the village, the news quickly spread throughout the village like a spark.

That night, the village slaughtered pigs and chickens, and began to set up offerings.

Miao Zhu also received warm hospitality, big fish and meat, full of wine and food, drunk, and finally fell asleep at someone's house.

In this way, the day passed.

In the village's home, the villager with a cane and a white beard hanging down his chest suddenly stood up when he heard the sacrifices needed this time, and said in a low voice: "Need a living sacrifice? Our village has been in good weather for so many years, how could it be so?" Still need a live sacrifice?"

"Brother, I don't want to, but the mountain god told me in a dream that the village has already been haunted by evil spirits, and chaos has just emerged."

Miao Zhu's attitude was sincere, but his tone was bewitching.

"What do you mean?"

Muramasa stuck out his cane and said, "Tell me carefully."

"Master Shanshen told me that there is a strange species in the village, and that strange species is the evil spirit who sneaked into the village!

"The sacrifice that needs to be sacrificed is not other innocent villagers, but the evil spirit. The villager doesn't have to worry about choosing his own family."

Village Zheng's expression softened when he heard this, but he said in a serious tone, "Then, what instructions does the Lord Mountain God have for Xie Chong?"

Miao Zhu drew a straight line on the table with one hand, implying something: "Since it is a different kind, it is naturally the person who has changed the most during this period. As for who it is, Muramasa should know better than me, right?"

(End of this chapter)