Chapter 393: Unibrow

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At the end of the year, everything is renewed.

The two qi of heaven and earth, heaven and earth, are flowing, and the turbid air of the world is rising, just like Miluo's sacrifice to heaven, but this time it is not limited to Yangzhou, but a grand ceremony held jointly by the twelve states of Hanxia.

There is also a corresponding sacrificial ceremony in Jinhong City, the capital of Hanxia. The huge willpower, combined with the divine power of the gods, forces out the turbid evil energy accumulated in the past year.

Milo would see this kind of thing once a year during the three thousand kalpas before he became the Emperor of Heaven in the Taixuan Realm.

However, compared to the turbidity and evil spirits seen at the end of the year in Taixu's illusion, the turbidity and evil spirits in Hanxia are much more terrifying. After all, in addition to the old atmosphere accumulated every year, this land also has some chaos that has been accidentally integrated into the world. Demonic energy.

Many of these chaotic demonic energies originate from the delusions of the human mind, or are some residual beliefs of fallen gods, or some poorly handled remains of Taixu Illusion, all of which were brought out under the pull of many forces. The earth veins turned into strange and weird existences.

The Taiyue Mountain God's method is to use his own divine power to drive the power of the mountains and rivers of the state to suppress these monsters and prevent them from completely taking shape. At the same time, he draws the wishes, blessings and festive atmosphere of the world to continuously wash and wash them.

Just like the blending of yin and yang, with the intention of getting rid of the old and welcoming the new, these useless and filthy things are turned into power that can be accepted by all living beings.

Of course, in this process, there will inevitably be some stubborn filth that cannot be blended and changed. In the past, most of them sank under the earth's veins and were pressed into the ground.

But this year was different. Milo noticed the subtle changes in the underworld of Yangzhou the moment the gods of Yangzhou took action.

His eyes changed, and the names of the gods in the underworld changed, and they entered various places in Yangzhou on their own, helping to suppress the filthy air in the place and attracting the remaining dirt.

During this period, Milo also saw a red light rising above every house, and wisps of willpower transpiring.

When passing by Lu'an County, Milo also saw the portrait of General December.

Seeing that many people had put the portraits of Yue General on their doors, Milo was stunned for a moment when he saw all this.

The portrait of a god is equivalent to the eyes and ears of the god. Although most of the time, the god does not care about the information received by his own portrait, but when the god pays attention to the corresponding portrait, he will naturally be able to sense changes near the portrait.

Therefore, when Milo noticed the portrait of General December, what happened to those people was also seen by him.

An old man from one of the families was worshiping the portrait of the Moon Commander devoutly.

The faint fragrance rises and surrounds the portrait, causing the long-edited painting paper to emit a faint spiritual light, covering up the changes brought about by Milo's lowered will.

The old man didn't notice anything was wrong, and just babbled: "I don't have any big wishes, I just want the health of our family. Please also ask the general to continue to bless our family in peace and health in the coming year!"



As he said this, he kowtowed several times. Each time he kowtowed, a little bit of wishing power would make the wishing power in the portrait thicker.

If nothing unexpected happens, after these wishes accumulate to a certain extent, they will turn into soft moonlight and cleanse the filthy odor of this family.

But now Milo lowered his will and glanced around, the dirt and turbidity accumulated in this home last year was swept away. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a child's voice coming from outside: "Grandpa, grandpa, what are you doing?" Are you worshiping the portrait again? We are almost finished eating all the delicious food."

"Okay! Okay! Grandpa will be here right away. Don't be impatient, Abao!"

The old man stood up and hugged the child who suddenly fell on him. The child looked at the portrait above and exclaimed: "Grandpa, your portrait is glowing."

"Glow?"

The old man looked back at the portrait that he had enshrined for many years and did not see anything wrong. However, he recalled that his grandson was extremely talented and could see ghosts and ghosts in his eyes. He also recalled that in his early years, he heard rumors that the portrait would gradually become psychic after being enshrined for many years. Excited, he lowered his voice and asked, "Abao, what kind of light-emitting method is this?"

"It's those eyes that are glowing! It's like someone is watching us."

Abao looked at the portrait, hesitated for a while, and then said: "Also, I feel that this look is a bit familiar. It seems that a long, long time ago, another person looked at me like this!"

The old man was stunned for a moment, while Milo raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He saw that the two eyebrows below were much longer than ordinary people, and almost connected to a straight line at the eyebrows, forming a special face, giving a child-like inferiority. Body bonus.

Milo has never seen such an appearance and such characteristics in a person in the past many years. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly and said softly: "I just met an acquaintance some time ago. I didn't expect to see you here again!" '

As he spoke, Milo's eyes changed, and soon he saw two acquaintances in two other households in Lu'an County.

'Today, it is really a happy event to see each other again. It happens to be New Year's Eve. I will give these three treasures to you. I hope you can grow up healthily. '

As he said that, the portrait of General Yue emitted soft moonlight in the old man's surprised eyes, and condensed three illusory and uncertain copper coins, which fell on the child. The old man was surprised and happy, and hurriedly kowtowed to the portrait.

During this period, he also pulled A Bao to worship together. This action attracted the attention of other people in the family, who came one after another. After hearing about the incident and seeing the coins in the hands of his children, they also followed suit and worshiped the portrait.

Wisps of incense gathered around Milo. He stretched out his hand to summon the phantom of the December General and put his faith into it. With a flick of his finger, twelve rays of moonlight fell from the sky and fell on Lu'an County, Puming Mountain, and Xiang. In the side hall of Yanguan, the memorial tablet of the December General is enshrined here.

Different from when Miluo left, December will share the same godship. Over the years, Zhen Qingyun, the temple owner of Xiangyan Temple, has also inherited some favors left by Milo through various means and used his own way to study the Miaoyou Sect. The connections accumulated during this period were exchanged for eleven ninth-grade divine positions, thus safeguarding General December's faith.

Now that Milo has added divine power to it, these illusory and uncertain gods have been greatly strengthened.

Zhen Qingyun came to check and immediately discovered the powerful divine power inside. Just as he was about to salute and ask Milo about his origins, he heard Milo's voice.

Zhen Qingjun immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Disciple has met the teacher."

Milo did not refute his statement. He briefly investigated his situation, gave some brief instructions, passed on some further cultivation methods, and then casually lowered a few rays of divine light to refine the magic tools on Zhen Qingyun's body. , then withdrew his gaze and dealt with the remaining matters.

ps: I still owe fourteen chapters now.