On Black Wind Cliff, there lived a tribe.
This tribe is called Suiming, and its tribesmen drill wood to make fire and grow toward the sun.
Or they are naturally afraid of the dark, so it becomes their habit not to go out after dark.
Of course, there are other reasons.
That's a story that's been around for many years.
Legend has it that every midnight, the resentment of the dead will dye the sky red, turning the moon into blood, so that the gods cannot see the killing.
At that moment, the souls of the dead will come to claim their lives, and the creatures under the night will naturally become food.
Day after day, the grievances here are getting heavier and heavier, and even the wind is invaded, stained with ghostly black, and you can't see any fingers when it blows.
The gods don't care about this misery in the world. Some people speculate that this is just a game played by the god of death, a pasture in the world.
At this moment, Lin Zixuan and his party were going up the mountain, and everyone was distracted by everything around them.
There is no light from the sun or the moon here, the sky is blocked by miasma, and all that can be seen is weirdness.
The earth was buried with bones, and no loess could be seen. The trees could only take root on the corpses, absorbing the nutrients of decay.
There are also the densely packed black crows, which are constantly digging into new graves with their sharp claws, pecking the dead people's organs and swallowing the soft and rotten meat.
The pungent blood was blown by the wind and attracted a large number of poisonous insects, which rushed to eat away. In the blink of an eye, another corpse appeared.
There are countless scenes like this in this empty mountain.
"Jiang Chen, the people who died here are all common people, there are no monks." La Tie discovered the clue and whispered.
Lin Zixuan was silent. Most of the corpses were women and children, as well as newborn babies. They were half-kneeling on the ground, as if they were completing some kind of ritual.
"These are sacrifices. Their souls were dedicated to the gods, and their flesh and blood were devoured by the ghosts. What is left is just a body."
Sang Ling looked at the ground and spoke solemnly.
As he spoke, Lin Zixuan slowly moved forward, driving away the poisonous insects and black crows, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
He can't change anything, all he can do is stop him from suffering after death.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
Lin Zixuan murmured in a low voice. He put down a fire, then bent down and bowed respectfully.
At this moment, the mountains of dead bones made the flames burn more intensely, and instantly turned into a sea of fire, frantically trying to swallow the entire sky.
Everyone understood that it was the roar of the deceased unwilling to accept his fate, and it was the resentment that could not be dissolved in this life.
But the violence only lasted a moment. The fire was suppressed by the strong wind and rolled up into waves, surging towards the surroundings. The earth flickered in light and dark.
Until dusk, everything around has been burned out, and the flame is also full of powerlessness at this moment, flickering in and out, as if hiding a deep sigh.
Looking at the thick smoke that was going away, and looking at the corpses that turned into embers, the members of the priest tribe all bowed their heads and remained silent.
Lin Zixuan didn't dare to look anymore, and quickened his pace in the peripheral vision, for fear of missing the last goodwill.
In this way, another three days passed without stopping on the way, and finally we approached the city.
The city stands on the abyss, shrouded in mist, and supported by eight mountains below. It is majestic and stunning, and at the same time exudes a strong sense of oppression, shocking visitors from all directions.
Lin Zixuan looked at the Suiming City without any emotion, but walked up the plank road until he reached the top of the cliff and saw the road that climbed straight up to the sky.
They are eight ladders, connecting the eight portals of the ancient city. Looking up, you can see eight tall figures in the clouds and mist, standing in front of the city gate like Dharma figures.
"Heifeng Cliff is closed to air. If you want to enter the city, this is the only way."
As he spoke, Sang Ling had already set off, and Lin Zixuan and others no longer hesitated. They slowly walked along the ladder to the end, where they saw the giant beast-shaped portal and the overhaul guarding this place.
To be precise, it was a giant one hundred feet tall, with three heads and six arms, and nine big snakes wrapped around his shoulders. The pressure that continued to spread in his body caused everyone to feel severe pain, and their bodies felt like they were collapsing.
At this moment, his huge eyes opened, and a thrilling golden light instantly enveloped everyone. Lin Zixuan's heart roared, and the gaze seemed to penetrate his body and see clearly inside his body.
After sensing it, the giant didn't notice anything strange, so he got out of the way and let everyone pass.
Stepping inside, a breath of fireworks hit your face. The noise in the city and the dead silence in the mountains seemed to be two different worlds.
There are shops all over the street making iron and castings, houses burning firewood and cooking meat, and pedestrians wearing coarse linen clothes. They don't dare to disturb the nobility in the building, so they can only walk in a hurry in the dark alleys.
In the tavern, there were many monks chatting. Although those words were trivial, they were important information to an outsider like Lin Zixuan.
"It's been very lively recently. The three tribes of Qiyan, Yumin, and Dongyi have all come to Suiming City. I heard that Lord Haoyang personally received them."
"Three of them have crippled saints sitting in charge, and their chiefs are all extremely magicians. I just don't know how talented their clan is?"
"No matter what, the Suihe Ancient Festival will be held in seven days, and we must prepare quickly."
"Yes, Suihe is the burial place of the ancestors of past generations. It is heavily guarded all year round. There are many magic weapons there, countless opportunities, and inheritance from ancestors. We must seize this opportunity."
Lin Zixuan and others walked into the attic, and under the warm hospitality of the store, they booked a rest room and settled down separately.
He learned that the big demon harpoon lived on the Sui trees, and the Sui trees grew beside the Sui River. However, the Sui River was the ancestral land of the Sui people and outsiders were not allowed to enter.
"You have come at the right time. The Suihe Ancient Sacrifice will be held in seven days. At that time, the restrictions will be lifted. Old man, I am going to find a fortune."
The store brought some food and some jars of wine. He liked to communicate with these people outside the mountains and wanted to know what the world was like outside.
Lin Zixuan also answered all questions. He saw the light in the other person's eyes, which was the desire for knowledge.
Time passed slowly, and when the lights were hung from the candlesticks, Lin Zixuan learned more and more about Suiming City. The shopkeeper left reluctantly, and at the same time, he warned earnestly.
"The danger of the Suihe Ancient Festival comes not only from the great demon, but also from the Sui people, especially their saint. She has an unknown presence in her body. The geniuses who coveted her body in the past have all died unexpectedly. Also, after dark, tens of millions of ...Don’t go out!”
Lin Zixuan nodded in agreement.
At this moment, another two hours had passed. The sky outside was completely dark, and La Tie also fell into a drowsy sleep. There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing outside the window, making the candlestick lights flicker. Lin Zixuan came closer to observe, and under the night Apart from being deserted, everything on the long street was as usual.
"I'm going to buy some herbs tomorrow. I heard from the store that there is a lot of ayahuasca here, which can be used to coagulate blood and strengthen bones."
He murmured in a low voice and closed the window. The spiritual energy here was thin, but the Yin energy was extremely strong. Fortunately, it did not affect his practice.
The night passed quickly. When the sun shone through the morning mist, Lin Zixuan opened his eyes from meditating. After a simple wash, he left the room.
Maybe it rained last night and the road was hazy everywhere. Customers came to the shop very early. Lin Zixuan searched and moved forward until he saw the tallest building in the city.
That is the Moon Worshiping Ghost Building, and it is also the largest market in Suiming City. It has all kinds of goods.
There are seven floors in the entire attic, and the lower six floors are open to the public. The top floor entertains powerful people with status, and there are guards guarding each floor. In addition to maintaining order, they also collect certain tolls, but even so, they still cannot stop those who want to go. A businessman and a pawn.
Lin Zixuan paid the spirit stone and followed the crowd. Before he got far, he could see a large number of shops selling herbal medicine.
"The mulberry fruit that can ward off wind evil, the snake tongue leaf that can cure rotten flesh, the bitter yang root that can relieve cold poison, and Andrographis paniculata that can induce hallucinations."
Lin Zixuan was shocked. The variety of herbal medicines exceeded his imagination.
He walked to the shop to inquire about the price, bought some herbs for body refining, and asked the store about winter dry ayahuasca.
The store owner was a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, and he was very polite to Lin Zixuan.
"The winter-dried ayahuasca grows on the black wind cliffs. It only appears at dusk, but it gets dark only half an hour after sunset, so it is extremely difficult to pick. Most traders don't have the strength. Only Master Wu's shop on the fourth floor can Only then."
"Master Kewu has a weird personality, and the price he offers is even more outrageous. Little brother, are you sure?"
Lin Zixuan shook his head, but expectations arose in his heart, so he said goodbye to the store and walked to the fourth floor.
The fourth floor is not high, but the passage fee is very expensive, which also restricts most pedestrians. Therefore, the monks who come here are either rich or noble.
Of course, the interior here is also more prosperous, with white jade on the floor, agarwood hanging on the walls, and even the auspicious animals on the beams are made of gold.
As Lin Zixuan walked among these shops, his eyes were dazzled by the dazzling array of items. He was amazed at the strength of these shops.
"The red motherwort that invigorates blood and replenishes energy, the flame-swallowing pot used to refine demons, and even Bifang's true feathers!"
Lin Zixuan's breathing was rapid. He knew this thing was precious, so he didn't get close.
So, he continued to move forward, and after a hard search, he finally saw the winter dead ayahuasca.
It was a white vine, shaped like a baby's leg bone, with blood-covered leaves and grimace-like flowers.
The shopkeeper is an old man, wearing a black feather robe, holding a bone bead, his eyes closed, and the bell on the rocking chair continues to echo as he rocks.
The old man seemed a little displeased when he heard the annoying footsteps. He glanced at Lin Zixuan coldly and spoke gloomily.
"Old man, I'm in a bad mood today, and I don't want to sell anything."
Lin Zixuan hesitated for a moment, then he took out a bottle of earth fire liquid from his storage bag, and also took out a few pinellia pinellia. These were the things he used to keep out the cold when he went into the mountains, and their value was equivalent to the winter-dried ayahuasca.
The old man raised his eyebrows and was about to speak.
But at this moment, his eyes suddenly froze, and he raised his right hand instantly, grabbing the bottle of earth fire liquid, and his expression became solemn.
"Where did you get this?"
Lin Zixuan took a deep look at the old man. Although the earth fire liquid was unusual, it was definitely not precious. However, the other party's attitude made him re-examine the matter, so he pretended to hesitate before speaking.
"Senior, I found this thing in the fire phoenix nest. I was injured and bled when I fought with it."
Lin Zixuan quickly took it back from the old man's hand, with reluctance on his face.
"Boy, if you sell me that thing, winter dry ayahuasca, you can take three of them."
The old man smiled. After inspecting it attentively, a strong desire arose in his heart because the thing was stained with the breath of the God of Fire.
"Senior, I also destroyed three magic weapons and used more than ten earth escape talismans."
Lin Zixuan had a look of reluctance on his face, as if that thing had cost him a lot of effort and a huge price.
The old man's eyes shrank, and his mind began to fluctuate. He could see the other person's thoughts, but he could only swallow it and increase his chips.
"Besides that, you can take anything in my shop."
Lin Zixuan suppressed his inner excitement. He felt that there should be room for improvement, so he continued to speak.
"I slept in the tomb for seven days. My old illness relapsed, and I went home and lay there for more than a month."
The old man's face darkened and he stared at Lin Zixuan. He had never seen such a shameless person. What was hateful was that he still looked innocent, as if everything was taken for granted.
"Three pieces!! Plus I owe you a favor. This is the limit of what I can offer."
Lin Zixuan nodded. He knew how to give up when it was good, and he also understood the principle of being merciful and merciful, so he gave the earth fire liquid to the old man.
After all, he is also afraid that the other party will regret it.
The old man calmed down and threw a stone talisman to Lin Zixuan with a look of disgust on his face.
"This is engraved with my spiritual thoughts. I can help you with the Suihe Ancient Sacrifice. Also, take those rotten ginger away, they are an eyesore."
Lin Zixuan put the winter dead ayahuasca into the bag, picked out the medicinal solution and animal blood, then took off the small black sword hanging on the wall, and then smiled at the shopkeeper, showing his white teeth.
"No, I gave it to you as a souvenir."
