Gan Muyu walked to the border of Chiyuan Kingdom. Opposite her was the jurisdiction of Shuiyang Kingdom.
But at this time, there was a river in front of Gan Muyu. The water flow was fast and fierce. In the middle of the river, there were a few sharp stones protruding from the water from time to time. The sound of the water hitting the stones and the sound of the river water rushing down from the upper reaches made people feel... A sense of fear. Standing on the edge, it seems that if you are not careful, you will be sucked into the river and drift with the current. If you are lucky, you will grab a life-saving straw and save your life. If you are unlucky, you will hit a stone in the river, get a bloody head, and finally sink into the river.
Not far from Gan Muyu, there is still a single-plank bridge that can be passed, but Gan Muyu has no intention of walking across that single-plank bridge. I saw her walking to the river bank and jumping lightly onto the rocks in the middle of the river. The toe of her embroidered shoes touched the stone surface and she stepped on a splash of water. She jumped on several stones like a dragonfly splashing water. We came to the other side of the river.
The moment Gan Muyu's embroidered shoes hit the ground, the water splashes on the stones disappeared at the same moment. Gan Muyu turned around and looked behind him, just for a moment. Soon he walked towards the direction of Shuiyang Kingdom.
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.
"Heaven Lingling~Earth Lingling~The God of Heaven appears quickly and sends a message to God, praying for a bumper harvest for our crops this year. We are willing to offer sacrifices to God."
"Show me quickly, show me quickly."
Four people dressed in strange clothes and masks on their faces, shaking drums with both hands, kept spinning and dancing around the altar. If you look closely, the mask is very similar to the mask on Hongshengdan's face, except that the color and pattern on the mask are different.
They are holding a sacred dance before the sacrifice, and through dance they convey to the sky the villagers' wishes for this year's crop harvest. The four of them are villagers in the village, and they are believers carefully selected by Tianji Sect.
"Today is the annual sacrifice. The harvest in the fields this year is not good. It must be that we did not give the complete sacrifice to Tianji Sect last year, so God was angry and came to punish our village. So this year, we must dedicate all the sacrifices to Tianji Sect, so that the adults of Tianji Sect can communicate well with God. Next year, our harvest will definitely increase several times." The village chief stood next to the altar, Holding a cane, he said to the villagers.
After saying that, the crutch in the village chief's hand became horizontal. The bottom of the crutch was like the finger of the Lord of Hell. Wherever it pointed, people trembled. The crutch turned twice, but there was no sign of stopping. The villagers in each household subconsciously protected their children and took a step back. Seeing this scene, the village chief put down the crutch in his hand. , sighed: "Oh, I understand everyone's difficulties. The sacrifices in the past two years were also my own children. What can I do? God has to take the lives of children in exchange for a good harvest in our village. .”
"The harvest is not good. Let alone the children, we adults will all starve to death."
After hearing this, the villagers gradually lowered their hands protecting the child.
A big man struggled to push his child out. The child fell to the ground and scratched his knee. He ran back to the big man crying, hugged the big man's thigh, and cried: "No, dad. Don't sacrifice me." I don’t want to die. Please, Dad.”
The big man pushed the child out again with trembling hands.
The child limped back and ran back: "Don't, dad. Don't. It's because my sister was sacrificed that my mother became delirious. Don't. Dad, let me stay and take good care of you." Go with mother. Dad! Please! Really, I beg you, please. Don’t sacrifice me."
When the big man heard what his child said, he squatted down and hugged the child. He whispered to the child: "My child, it's my father who can't help you. In your next life, give birth to a good child and don't go to a poor family like mine again."
The big man pushed the child out again. This push pushed the child directly to the altar. The village chief said he was sorry, grabbed the child by the hand and put him on the altar. One of the believers immediately held the child down, and a dagger appeared out of nowhere.
Use the dagger to knock the child unconscious, then use the tip of the knife to cut the palm of the child's left hand, and let the blood from the wound flow into the container. The whole process went smoothly without any hesitation.
"There is a man on the left and a woman on the right. We still need a female sacrifice." The village chief shouted.
However, no villager was willing to sacrifice his child.
After all, they are his own flesh and blood.
"Hurry up, any one will do. After the auspicious time, this year will be in vain again." said the village chief.
However, no family has pushed out their children.
After all, it was the child that the mother had conceived in ten months.
"Do you think that this year's harvest will be poor and your children will starve to death in your arms? Looking at you with resentful eyes will make your conscience feel better?" the village chief shouted.
With such a shout, all the families with girls pushed their children out almost at the same time.
The village chief didn't care, he picked up a girl and threw it to another believer. The believer continued as usual, slit the girl's right palm and poured the blood into the vessel.
The other children who were not selected were quickly hugged tightly by their own family members. This time, even if the Lord of Hell came, they could not snatch their children away from their hands.
At least, it can’t be taken away this year.
When the blood of the virgin and the virgin fills the vessel, the second step is to cut off the virgin's left hand and the virgin's right hand and place them on the altar for three days and three nights. As for the boys and girls, they will be taken away by the people of Tianji Sect, and they will all end up returning to God.
Seeing that the two believers were about to chop off the child's left and right hands with their knives, a stone bullet flew out of their hands. A woman dressed in red and white flew out of nowhere and stood on the altar.
Gan Muyu mingled in the crowd and witnessed the whole process. Until this point, she couldn't stand it anymore, so she picked up two stones and flicked the two daggers away.
"Wantless, who are you? You actually interrupted our village's sacrifice. If you offend the Tianji Sect, you will be left with nothing to eat." A believer pointed at Gan Muyu and shouted angrily.
"Oh, it seems you don't know me yet." Gan Muyu took out a token from his clothes. The four believers were startled at the same time and took a small step back, but they did not put down the daggers in their hands.
Gan Muyu chuckled. It seemed that he was still a believer who had never seen the big world. Gan Muyu took out another mask from his clothes and put it on his face. I saw everyone kneeling on the ground at the same time, saying in unison:
"Meet Mr. Tianji Sect."
Gan Muyu ignored everyone and jumped off the altar to bandage the wounds of the two children. The girl was not seriously injured, just a knife wound on her palm. But the boy was different. The knife wound on his palm was a minor matter, but the injury on his knee was very serious. It was every time he knelt down and begged his father to protect him that the original knee injury became more serious.
Since you like kneeling so much, let me give you a taste of how it feels to have your knees broken.
The time for three sticks of incense had passed before Gan Muyu helped the boy bandage up, and it took such a long time for the others. Gan Muyu said without looking back: "Get up."
Many people slowly stood up, but because they had been kneeling for a long time, they involuntarily sat back on the ground.
"This year, as a saint of Tianji Cult, I will explain to you God's instructions this year. This year's sacrifice is just this bowl of blood. Last night, God told me a dream that there will be noble people in the village this year. Help. No need to hurt the lives of the children." After Gan Muyu said this, everyone knelt down again and kowtowed several times to Gan Muyu and the sky.
The two children lying on the altar were also held in the arms of their own family members. Seeing that their children were safe and sound, a smile slowly appeared on their faces, thanking God, thanking Bodhisattva, and thanking Tianji Sect. of adults.
Before they could go home, two golden sword energies passed through their heads. The two of them stared wide-eyed. The next moment, their hands dropped, and the two children were about to fall to the ground. Gan Muyu kicked his feet and rolled to catch the two children.
The two men fell to the ground and died.
"Ah! Someone is dead." A villager shouted, attracting the attention of others.
"Don't panic, everyone!" Another person fell from the sky. Just as he landed next to Gan Muyu, Gan Muyu leaned back a little.
"Look, it's the leader."
One person shouted and everyone knelt down.
"Meet the leader."
"Dear fellow villagers and elders, I'm really sorry for you. Originally, our Tianji Sect received instructions from God that we really do not need children as sacrifices this year. However, when I asked the saint to deliver this good news to everyone, I received instructions from God again, but it said that there were too many children to take care of, and two adults had to be found to take care of them. So, I had to sacrifice these two villagers." The leader of Tianji Sect sighed.
Other villagers also felt very sorry. It was a rare news that no one would die this year. In the blink of an eye, God took away two more lives. However, how can these little villagers dare to guess at God's will? They can only obey the destiny.
The leader of Tianji Sect then said: "However, God has said that this year our village will have a bumper harvest. Therefore, we should thank God for allowing us to have a bumper harvest this year."
The leader of Tianji Sect stood behind the altar and in front of the villagers, with his hands facing the sky, his knees kneeling, and he worshiped towards the sky. The villagers behind him also followed the leader of Tianji Sect. The four believers immediately shook the drums in their hands and danced a sacrificial dance.
Gan Muyu, who was holding two children, hid aside early and continued to watch this scene, looking at the two villagers lying in front of the sacrificial altar, unable to close their eyes.
After the sacrifice, the villagers swarmed towards the leader of Tianji Sect and asked questions. The leader of Tianji Sect then said with a smile: "Don't squeeze, everyone, take your time one by one. Since God has given me instructions, I will tell everyone what I know. Also, there is no need for everyone to call each other the leader of Tianji Sect like this." Although I am the messenger of God, I am also a fellow villager like you, so just call me Lao Zhao."
The leader of Tianji Sect said so, but no one dared to call him Lao Zhao directly. After all, there is still a clear distinction between superiority and inferiority.
Watching the villagers leave one after another, Gan Muyu walked to Lao Zhao and asked, "Is it interesting for you to do this?"
Old Zhao glanced at Gan Muyu, stroked his beard and smiled. Gan Muyu didn't answer. He turned around and closed the eyes of the two dead men. He bowed to them, squeezed the magic with two fingers, and hit the hearts of the two dead men with two spells.
With a whistle, followers of the Tianji Sect ran out from all directions. With a wave of his hand, Lao Zhao, the believers took the two corpses away. Lao Zhao patted the sacrificial altar and then said: "It's boring, very boring. But, in order to change this world, I have to do that."
Gan Muyu sneered and asked, "Are you sure that pretending to be God's messenger and taking human lives is what you want to change in the world? In my opinion, you are undoubtedly taking human lives lightly."
"Oh? Then I would like to ask, when dynasties were replaced in the past, did they also launch wars and sacrifice some people's lives? Then what they did was also to disregard human lives?" Lao Zhao threw the question back. To Gan Muyu.
"Can this be the same? At least others know what they are going to do and are willing to sacrifice. But you are deceiving others by doing this. Are you sure that others want to sacrifice their lives for your so-called grand plan?"
Old Zhao shook his head: "No, if they find out, of course they won't sacrifice their lives to help me complete my plan."
"However, Hong Zhisun is willing to do this."
Old Zhao looked at Gan Muyu and continued: "You have to know that in this world, everyone has their own destiny, which means that everyone just needs to do their part. Ordinary people are a group that needs to be protected, and The group that protects them is the soldiers. The soldiers have to make sacrifices, but when the soldiers sacrifice, ordinary people will naturally injure one or two by mistake. This has been the case for thousands of years."
"You are simply unreasonable."
Old Zhao Yangtian laughed: "The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. In this world, this history is originally made up by the winner."
Old Zhao covered the sun with his hands and said: "Look, with just such a move, how many dignitaries, local tyrants, evil gentry, famous officials and ministers can do it easily, and how many common people are kept in the dark and don't know the truth. . Even those who know the truth dare to be angry and dare not speak out. However, these days will soon come to an end." The palm slowly closed into a fist and punched the sun.
Very happy, Lao Zhao put his hands behind his back and left with a smile.
"Wait, have you forgotten our agreement?" Gan Muyu asked.
"Hahaha, how dare I forget. You have become the saint of our Tianji Sect, and you have provided us with the address to find the holy body. Are you sure you want it now? No longer wait for me to refine it. And give it to you again?”
Gan Muyu immediately drew his sword and pointed it at Lao Zhao, and said angrily: "Is it possible that you still want to leave it to me?"
Old Zhao smiled, took out a treasure bag from his clothes, and threw it to Gan Muyu. Turned and left: "Three souls and seven souls, only one soul and four souls are left, but it is enough to resurrect him. As for whether he can be resurrected, it depends on your own refining ability."
Gan Muyu looked at the treasure bag, which contained Hong Zhishun's soul.
