The sound of the suona goes straight up from the shadowy foothills.
At the foot of the mountain, the usually brightly lit Deacon's Hall was actually dim and dim at this time, giving people a strange feeling of being heavy, as if it was immersed in ink.
Song Ciwan frowned slightly, and with her spiritual sense, she suddenly felt uneasy.
But this is Wangjiang Mountain, where the monks from Pinglan City gather most. What evil spirits could there dare to come to Wangjiang Mountain?
Song Ciwan stood there and listened quietly for a moment, only listening to the suona sound, which seemed to be vaguely accompanied by a subtle child's voice.
This child's voice is high-pitched and thin, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women, and there seem to be many, many boys and girls singing quietly at the same time: "It has been three years since the age, there has been a severe drought, the Dragon King has not rained, and the words are touched by mortals." God..."
"It asked you to pay tribute, and I paid tribute. At first I paid incense, and later I paid tribute..."
"Three sacrifices are not enough. I have to exchange children with my parents..."
"Err, hey, hey, hey..."
"I want to sing and dance again. It's cloudy for dozens of days without a drop of rain."
"A seven-foot strong man won't go down into the river, but he wants to sacrifice me to the rooftop..."
"Look at the water in the river and it's not dry. Look at God not opening his eyes and the child fell into the water. Could it be that God has rained?"
"Hey, oh, oh, daddy, mommy..."
"..."
One after another, the child's voice was sharp and thin, clear and crisp. Suddenly, a particularly resentful female voice came out of it.
The woman sang: "When I was twenty-eight years old, I went to Goulan. I tasted it with my own mouth, and it was all arsenic. Feed me a candy, oh, the candy is so sweet..."
"After eating sweets, I got sick, and my prosperity only lasted for three years, but in a blink of an eye, my mat was ruined..."
"The wind on the mountain is so cold, and wild dogs are coming in groups..."
"Some people catch wild dogs, and some people catch me..."
"He is a butcher with a knife, but he has never separated humans from dogs..."
"Three rolls of dog meat, who can't beat the gods?"
"Hey, hey, the gods will open the door, the gods will open the door..."
"..."
The singing sounds seemed to be telling fragmented stories.
The story has no pictures, but it seems to have pictures.
Song Ciwan stood halfway up the mountain, listening to it in a trance.
The entire Wangjiang Mountain fell into a strange situation that was both extremely noisy and extremely silent.
The noisy ones are the sounds of the suona and the overlapping singing tunes, but the quiet one is Wang Jiangshan at this time.
There are so many monks on the mountain, not to mention those who are retreating in caves, but also the Deacon Hall at the bottom of the mountain. Why is there no movement at all?
And on top of the mountain, those monks waiting under four screens of light——
Song Ciwan had seen this group of monks through the air through the gods. There were hundreds of them!
None of them are weak, not to mention that all of them are in the late stage of Qi refining, or have the second level of innate ability to open more than a hundred pills, but the proportion of such monks can be at least one-third.
They didn't move either.
Further away, the buildings of Pinglan City extend on all sides at the foot of the mountain.
Standing on the hillside, Song Ciwan could clearly see the stretching streets, with lights crisscrossing like chess pieces. Under the lights, pedestrians still shuttled back and forth, and the prosperity of the world seemed to have not changed at all.
It seemed as if Song Ciwan had fallen into some kind of auditory and visual illusion——
So, did she hear it wrong?
The sound of suona and singing at the foot of the mountain is still going on, with male voices, female voices, children's voices... all kinds of voices coming together, occasionally mixed with weird laughter: "Ehehehe? Hehehehe..."
"Hahaha, hehehe..."
"I'm coming, the gods and gods are coming..."
The laughter and singing became clearer and clearer. At the foot of the shadowy mountain, in the darkness like splashing ink, at some point, an ancient red lantern slowly rose up!
The lantern flew higher and higher, becoming clearer and clearer as it flew. After a few breaths, the red lantern flew all the way up from the foot of the mountain, and then flew in front of Song Ciwan!
Song Ciwan stood still and didn't move. She felt a deep oppression coming from all directions.
White moonlight, dim mountain shadows, crimson lanterns...
The lantern is solitary, seemingly alone, with nothing near it.
But Song Ciwan clearly felt that there seemed to be countless creatures around the lantern, countless and incomprehensible creatures.
They have no shadow, no shape, even Song Ciwan's spiritual perception and her special perspective in the other world cannot see them!
She could only feel that there was a force like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, sweeping in from all directions and airtight from the foot of Wangjiang Mountain, or from the entire Pinglan City.
Song Ciwan silently moved the Xuanwu Guanshan Seal. She stood in the moment, unmoving.
She visualized herself as a rock on the seaside, a mountain beside the waves, and an eternal black turtle.
The enemy moves, but I don't move; the wind blows, but I don't rush!
Until a certain moment, that strange force, like a mountain roar and a tsunami, rolled and roared, completely impacting from her side, from her surroundings, and even from her own position.
This kind of impact is really difficult to describe in words. It is an overwhelming and destructive comprehensive force.
At that moment, time seemed to have stopped, and one moment seemed to be stretched infinitely...
But it eventually passed, and in the process, Song Ciwan truly remained motionless.
The wind and waves didn't hurt her, they were not in the same world as her to begin with!
Song Ciwan breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat.
She immediately turned around and followed the red lantern with her eyes.
I saw the lanterns continue to rise, and the ethereal singing followed around the red lanterns, continuing to sing quietly: "The master rewarded me three cents and asked me to go home and sell the fields. There are golden lumps dug out in the fields. Dad guards the fields." Damn, the hoe turned its head..."
"Taxes will be collected in March, canals will be dug in April, grain will be collected in May, and troops will be recruited in June..."
"I acquired five strong men and left half a single young man at home, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh..."
"God, there are only immortal soldiers in the sky, why bother with me, a stupid Ading..."
…
Children's voices then female voices, female voices then male voices, men, women, old and young, high and low voices, cries and laughter, all kinds of sounds are mixed together.
Gradually, the red lantern seemed to be rising to the top of the mountain.
On Wangjiang Mountain, the shadows of trees were swaying everywhere, and strong winds were rising.
A dark cloud suddenly arrived in the sky, and the bright moonlight was shrouded in thick clouds.
On the top of the mountain, a sigh of vicissitudes of life resounded: "On the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, the Great Yuan Dynasty is approaching, the Netherworld cave opens, and hundreds of ghosts walk at night!"
The deep voice seemed to bring up an invisible wave of air, which instantly shot out in all directions.
Suddenly, there were screams and screams in the sky: "Ah!"
"Ahhh!"
"The world, the world is hell, why not return to the true nature?"
"Gods! Gods have also fallen down the mountain!"
"Hahaha! Hee hee hee..."
