Whether it's the human figures patrolling the streets, welcoming the saint, or greeting the saint, it can only be regarded as the prelude to the festival.
The real ceremony will not be held until inside the temple.
The first step is to perform the ritual dance.
At this moment, twelve uniformly dressed human figures were dancing strange and twisted dances on the artificially shaped high platform.
There are many movements in this dance that exceed the limits of ordinary people's joints.
If an ordinary person were to perform this dance, they would probably break their bones immediately after just a few moves.
Even for low-level practitioners, dancing will definitely cause damage to themselves.
Only those who are mid-to-high-level practitioners like Twelve Talisman and have received special training can perform this dance smoothly on a high platform.
Now, the twelve figures standing on the high platform are not human beings, but incarnations shaped by strange objects.
Incarnations naturally do not have any flesh and blood bodies, so dance movements that would cause harm to flesh and blood bodies have no side effects at all for them.
In addition, the familiarity of dancing movements and the coordination between human symbols are all coordinated through Su Mo's unprecedentedly powerful mental power. It is even more perfect than the original version. It can be regarded as an example of sacrificial dance. .
At this moment, with the dancing of twelve talismans, the atmosphere on the field became inexplicably restless.
There seems to be some mysterious existence that is projecting attention in this direction.
The audience watching the ritual dance cheered collectively as shown in the illusion.
Although these spectators look very abstract, they are mutilated corpses and terrifying spirits, but their enthusiasm is exactly the same, very similar to that in the picture.
It seems that whether they are alive or dead, they are always bound by the festival.
If you want them to be freed, you have to start with the festival itself.
While Su Mo was thinking, he drew his attention to observe the illusion of the past.
These visions are not, strictly speaking, hallucinations.
Rather, the facts that had happened were recorded through supernatural forces and the collective consciousness at that time.
Once the conditions of the hereafter are met, it will reappear.
There is no doubt that the re-establishment of the festival is a condition for resonance with these images.
At this moment, on the high platform, except for the twelve phantom bodies leaping.
You can still vaguely see the twelve-man talismans dancing the same ritual dance.
Han Jun and Han Polu, who had turned into weird figures, were filled with amazing vitality in this scene.
There was no way to foresee the tragedy that would happen later.
After about half a quarter of an hour, the ritual dance was finally completed, and the atmosphere at the scene reached its climax.
Countless villagers looked enthusiastic and their emotions were aroused to the peak.
And what Su Mo and others are particularly concerned about.
But it was the mysterious atmosphere that permeated the field.
The atmosphere gradually increased as the ritual dance progressed.
It's like summoning is carried out specifically through ritual dance.
At this moment, the unknown existence has arrived.
Next, we enter the second step of Zhengyi.
Su Mo, Song Ruyuan and others all looked at Liu Huayu, who had powdered her face and looked attractive.
Liu Huayu grinned, revealing the gray wounds on his face.
After the Twelve Talisman exited the stage, she held the sacred furnace in her hand, held her head high and walked towards the high platform.
As her footsteps fell, to Su Mo and others' surprise, unknown changes began to occur on her body.
The missing flesh and blood gradually began to be replenished, and the pale complexion became rosy again. Even the tattered sacrificial robes looked like they were looking back in time, becoming complete and gorgeous.
By the time she stepped onto the high platform, she had completely transformed into what she looked like in life. She was a pretty woman with a voluptuous figure and a delicate face. She was completely different from her terrifying appearance after death.
But this is not that she has come back to life, but a projection formed by her personal will and the resonance of the ritual.
This doesn't change her nature as a weirdo.
At this moment, Liu Huayu, who had re-transformed into his previous body, seemed to have completely regained his sanity.
She looked at Liu Ruoyu, the former saint who was in the illusion, with a strange look in her eyes.
When the people around saw this scene, they all became nervous.
The character of the Saint is not entirely under their control.
Especially now that she has regained her consciousness, it is easy for her to make unexpected mistakes and ruin the ceremony.
For a moment, everyone stared at Liu Huayu with tense expressions, as if she would immediately rush forward if she made an unexpected move.
Su Mo also stared at the woman on the stage, his mental power lingering outside and threatening to fall at any moment.
But in his opinion, this time it might be their turn to think too much.
As a candidate saint who was trained by the Liu family since childhood, Liu Huayu's dedication to the position of saint is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have poisoned Liu Ruoyu, trying to kill her and replace her.
The ritual of the festival is a recognition of the saint's identity, and she will never destroy her dreams at this time.
Under the gaze of everyone, Liu Huayu looked at Liu Ruoyu in the illusion and murmured in a low voice:
"Everyone has their own ambitions. I know you don't want to be a saint, you just have to get to that position because the conditions are right.
I'm very sorry for poisoning you, but if I had to do it again, I would do it again.
I trained for more than ten years before my death, but I never had the chance to stand here until the end.
Now that he is dead, he can realize his unfinished wishes during his lifetime.
Fortune plays tricks on people, but that's all.
Then let me use my position as a saint to fulfill your former responsibilities! "
Liu Huayu presented the sacred furnace with both hands.
Under the influence of the mysterious atmosphere, the sacred furnace stood out of thin air and turned into a huge ancient copper furnace.
Liu Huayu recited a long mantra, and a blood-red incense stick as thick as an index finger slowly stood up in the stove.
As the mantra is recited, the incense stick grows upwards.
In just a moment, this stick of incense grew to more than half a meter tall.
Sweat gradually appeared on Liu Huayu's forehead. It was obvious that she had to bear a huge burden in the process of condensing fragrance.
On the other hand, Liu Ruoyu, the former saint who appeared in the picture, had a much more relaxed expression when she was condensing the incense.
Obviously, in terms of qualifications to become a saint, Liu Ruoyu indeed surpasses Liu Huayu.
But with Liu Huayu's temperament, he would never give up easily.
She exerted all her strength and chanted the mantra in a crisp voice. The incense string began to grow again, and finally reached a height of one meter!
When the incense was finally completed, Liu Huayu's face turned pale again, and her weird and terrifying appearance could be faintly seen.
She gritted her teeth, activated her thoughts, and lit the incense stick.
The blood-colored smoke was misty, like a ceremony hundreds of years ago, drifting towards the ruins of the temple.
Until the entire incense burnt out, all the smoke drifted into the ruins.
Liu Huayu slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
She held the offering furnace in both hands and walked toward the audience.
As soon as he stepped off the high platform, his whole body returned to his original weird appearance.
But her terrifying face was filled with an unprecedented sense of holiness.
Looking at Su Mo and others, she handed over the sacred furnace and smiled slightly:
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
As the words fell, only an ancient copper stove was left on the spot.
Liu Huayu turned into a spot of light and disappeared.
Song Ruyuan took the sacred furnace and sighed:
"I didn't expect that even the Black Shadow level could be transcended so easily."
"That's her choice."
Xue Lansu was also very emotional:
"If she doesn't want to, even if her obsession is dispelled, she will still be able to live in the world forever.
But she chose the path of self-destruction. Perhaps in her opinion, this was the best outcome. "
"Now is not the time to sigh."
Su Mo looked at the bloody smoke slowly being sucked up by the ruins in the distance, and said in a solemn voice:
"There's still one last step left."
Hearing this, Song Ruyuan's expression immediately became solemn.
He looked at the crowd and said in a deep voice:
"Then, I'm on board. Pay attention to your surroundings. Changes may happen at any time."
Su Mo and Xue Lansu nodded.
Song Ruyuan took a deep breath, wore a large sacrificial robe, and walked toward the high platform with a wooden box in hand, just like Chen Chuyan, the high priest of the Chen family in the illusion.
Arriving on the high platform, Song Ruyuan opened the wooden box and took out a wine prince, which was the holy prince he had just found not long ago.
Then he turned over his hand and took out another jade bottle.
The jade bottle clearly contained wine.
Although under normal circumstances, the wine would be obtained by combining the corpses of direct descendants of the Chen family with runes and brewing them over a long period of time.
But not to mention that the black well had already dried up, and there was no time for them to brew wine leisurely.
For this reason, I temporarily took out a bottle of ordinary old wine as a substitute.
Xue Lansu incorporated the scent of sacrificial wine into it as a disguise.
But no one is sure whether they can win the trust of the God of Agriculture.
If it fails in the end, then we can only resort to forceful attack.
At this moment, everyone was staring at Song Ruyuan without blinking.
I saw him using a jade bottle to pour the clear wine into the enlarged Holy Lord.
When the wine fell into it, fine bubbles appeared under the influence of the mysterious atmosphere.
Then Song Ruyuan began to recite the relevant incantations according to the records in the classics.
Along with the chanting of the mantra, there seemed to be some unknown breath quietly blending into the wine.
The clear wine gradually turned transparent.
At this moment, everyone's hearts were tense to the extreme.
So far, all the changes on the field are exactly the same as what is shown on the screen.
It’s time to get to the main story!
While everyone was thinking about it, the next second, the wine in the Holy Lord suddenly rose into the sky and turned into a small water ball in the air.
A streak of golden smoke shot out in the direction of the ruins at high speed.
The smoke blended into the wine, giving it a golden color.
The golden wine turned into thousands of raindrops, falling towards the countless creatures on the ground.
Seeing this, Su Mo raised his eyebrows slightly.
The mental barrier protected everyone on our side and did not let the wine fall on them.
On the other hand, the countless weirdos under the high platform, just like what appeared in the illusion, were extremely enthusiastic in welcoming the drinks and the blessing of the God of Agriculture.
Some villagers even almost started fighting on the spot because of the competition for the wine, and the scene was quite chaotic.
And just when all the villagers had no time to pay attention, sudden changes occurred in the illusion.
I saw a light red phantom suddenly flying out of the ancestral hall.
The phantom was like lightning, and at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, it fell into the body of Saint Liu Ruoyu on the side of the high platform in the blink of an eye.
The expression on Liu Ruoyu's face froze slightly as the phantom entered her body.
She seemed to want to scream, but the scream was stuck in her throat and turned into a strange sound of "ho, ho".
The entire body also began to change, with countless bulges suddenly appearing on the surface, as if there were dense insects under the skin.
The insects were climbing around, and Liu Ruoyu's limbs were either getting bigger or smaller.
When it grows bigger, it's like a monster was born on the spot, and when it shrinks, it seems like all flesh and blood has been swallowed up.
Seeing that she was about to collapse at any moment, she held on forcefully, barely maintaining her human form.
And when all the changes quickly disappeared, Liu Ruoyu opened her eyes again.
All the black and white colors in his eyes faded away, leaving only the red moon.
Seeing this scene, the wrinkled head of the Liu family was immediately overjoyed.
He quickly knelt down on the ground and greeted him enthusiastically:
"Liu Tianba of the Liu family, welcome the arrival of the God of Agriculture!"
At this time, Chen Chuyan, who was standing on the high platform, also walked over quickly.
With a face full of respect, he would step forward and kneel down to salute like Liu Tianba did.
But the moment he leaned over, he moved forward and took out the talisman on the spot.
The power of imprisonment beyond imagination suddenly fell on the "Saint Girl".
Before she could react, a dagger with a green luster suddenly stabbed into her belly.
This sudden change was beyond the expectations of everyone around.
Liu Tianba was shocked and angry, and shouted sharply:
"Chen Chuyan, what are you doing?!"
Chen Chuyan said expressionlessly:
"Ask the god of agriculture to die!"
With that said, he stabbed forward again.
However, the god of agriculture was like a feather, flying backwards.
But when she retreated and flashed, her steps staggered slightly, and a trace of green energy flashed across her face.
She looked at Chen Chuyan and said in a hoarse and unpleasant tone:
"You actually found this venom?"
Chen Chuyan smiled sadly:
"I have prepared more than just venom. Please experience it well, Goddess of Agriculture."
As he spoke, a long sword appeared in his hand, and he raised the sword and moved forward to kill.
"clang!"
There was a crisp sound.
Liu Tianba blocked him with a knife and was repelled on the spot.
A bright red flashed across his face, and he shouted in a stern tone:
"Chen Chuyan, do you know what you are doing? Are you planning to make enemies of the whole village?!"
Chen Chuyan replied in a calm voice:
“Don’t feel like you can speak for everyone.
The 150-year sacrifice ceremony in Chenjiacun has come to an end! "
Saying that, he came again with his sword to kill.
Liu Tianba tried to block him with his sword, but he couldn't resist it.
During the break in the battle, he shouted angrily to the other side:
"Han Guangren, you old man, what are you waiting for? This lunatic Chen Chuyan dares to disobey the gods, why are you still watching from the sidelines?!"
The gray-haired head of the Han family, Han Guangren, sighed.
He looked at the two fighting fiercely, with a look of hesitation on his face.
Then, as if he had made up his mind, he raised the spear in his hand, rose up suddenly, and rushed forward at great speed.
Upon noticing Han Guangren's arrival, Liu Tianba's face suddenly showed joy.
He further stepped up his offensive to prevent Chen Chuyan from escaping.
However, Chen Chuyan was held back before he could.
A war gun suddenly broke open his chest.
Looking at the spear tip coming out of his chest, Liu Tianba turned his head, his face full of disbelief:
"Why...why?"
Han Guangren said with regret:
"You are already confused. Chenjia Village does not need a superior god.
Not to mention, this god should not have appeared! "
Han Guangren drew his spear.
Liu Tianba fell to the ground with a dazed expression.
Chen Chuyan and Han Guangren raised their heads and looked at the God of Agriculture not far away who seemed to be enjoying a drama.
(End of chapter)
