Yue Guanchao listened carefully to the old blind man's words. The description of the Kunlun Earth Gate was obviously talking about the Soul Mist of Kushan Mountain. Coupled with the myth of Taishan Mansion Lord, it added a lot of horror to the Earth Gate. Originally, he I was already drunk, and my heart was still hot and warm at this moment, but my body was cold and biting, as if there were gusts of cold wind passing through.
"But, since the old god of Qinling is the Emperor of Donghua, wouldn't it be better for the people to worship him directly? Why should we change the name of the old god of Qinling and worship him again? Isn't this unnecessary!"
Xu Xiake is a Taoist priest. Doesn't he know how famous the name Donghua Emperor is? He is the ancestor god recognized by both the northern and southern sects of Quanzhen Sect. Isn't such a name louder than the old god of Qinling? Deliberately concealing the truth, the reason behind it must not be simple.
"My child, people still have half-hearted thoughts. Every thought of God can be divided into two parts. It is both independent and integrated. It's like the Nine Heavens Xuannv Empress is the God of War, the God of Arithmetic, and the God of Formations. One person becomes two. People, it’s normal for one thing to turn into three things.”
After the old man finished speaking, he dipped his finger in the wine and made three water marks on the table: "Emperor Donghua is the original god, and the old god of Qinling is the distracting god. He also has another distracting god, which is the east of the shaman people in Chu. Huang Taiyi."
The Chu people were witches. Whenever they offered sacrifices to war disasters or prayed for predictions, they must sacrifice to the gods to inform their ancestors in order to obtain divine revelations. Most of the gods they believed in were natural gods, such as the sun god Donghuang, the lunar god Yunzhongjun, and the water god Hebo. , Chu Shen Xiangjun, Guoshang, Mountain Ghost and so on.
The ten gods of Chu are the ancient gods who were created after they deified the mountains, rivers, lakes, sun, moon, stars, and destiny that humans need.
After listening to the old blind man's introduction, Yue Guanchao finally understood why people in the mountains and fields used different names to worship. It was entirely because the same god had completely different images and functions in different places.
"In the north and south of the Qinling Mountains, what we worship is the God of Luck in the Underworld, the Old God of the Qinling Mountains. As for other things, I don't know."
After saying these words, the old cripple took another sip of wine, ate a few mouthfuls of food and waved his hands to the three people: "Don't tell me, don't tell me, that's all the old man knows. Don't try to find out more. You know more." Many people, think about how old you must be now."
At this moment, although Yue Guanchao didn't know everything about the old god of Qinling, he still asked about 88% of the news. It was much better than the confused look on his face when he first came. Since the old blind man was almost drunk, he couldn't be implicated. The old man was too drunk to do his job, so a few people put away the dishes and put their arms around each other to get up.
The three of them had just finished clearing away the leftovers, when the sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, and the sound seemed to be accompanied by the sound of jumping steps. Yue Guanchao stood near the concierge and looked forward. He thought it was an army formation. After taking a closer look, he couldn't help but He took several steps back.
Outside the inn, except for the leader Ren Peacock and a few guards who were alive, what followed behind them were corpses that were handcuffed together.
"Brother-in-law, what are you looking at? You are so staring that you can't close your eyes."
Xu Xiake wanted to come out of the concierge, but Yue Guanchao hurriedly hid in and kept him in the concierge. The corpses appeared in a blink of an eye, like a row of unconscious puppets, being pulled forward by the Taoist priests in front of them. The movements of the corpses were so uniform that it made their hearts palpitate and their heads numb.
"Old blind man, do you still accept corpses here?"
Tang Dayang smelled the scent of rigor mortis on the corpse and quickly covered his mouth and nose, fearing that it would cause bad luck.
"Inn, inn, it's really an inn. Huitong is the inn that goes from south to north. Many people from the three southwestern provinces meet here and enter Guanzhong. You have to stay in an inn without asking people to drive away the corpses. Besides, who are you, the boss? People from Sichuan and Hunan need to make things easier for them."
Seeing that Tang Dayang was a little worried about the corpse, the old blind man patted him on the shoulder: "Little brother, please keep your heart in mind. These corpse chasers don't live in hotels, they only operate in the courtyard of Yizhuang."
After the corpse chasers had gone far away, Yue Guanchao and the others came out of the concierge and walked back to their guest house by another way.
"Where is Song Qianjin?"
Yue Guanchao couldn't wait to tell her the news they heard.
"If you don't make it, you won't come out after entering the room."
Yue Guanchao ignored Erpao's winks and knocked on the door of the main hall. The windows were not soundproof. Song Siyuan had already heard the noise they made just now, so she simply opened the door to see what he wanted to do.
"Yue Guanchao, you still dare to come to me. Are you really shameless or are you pretending to be stupid? You don't know that I am angry."
Song Siyuan walked out of the study and put down the collecting notes in her hand. At this moment, her anger from the past few days had dissipated. She was still unwilling to pay attention to him just because the vulgar and reckless man liked to act stupid too much.
"We are angry because some news still needs to be decided by an educated person like you."
Yue Guanchao scratched his head, coughed a few times and said without further ado: "The place we are going to is probably the lair of Qinling God!"
"Here, didn't Uncle Tang already tell you that he and Uncle Yue are both in the backyard? Why don't you let him tell you again!" Song Siyuan teased.
"Then do you know who the old god of Qinling is really?"
"who?"
"The Lord of East Kunlun, Prince of the East!"
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