Judge of the Lamp

Chapter 1017 Xu Zhiqiong's Oracle
Xue Yun warned: "If you encounter a criminal who comes to explore the way, don't fight, don't chase, and don't wrestle with him.

He hasn't come into the world yet, he can't kill you, and you can't kill him, all fighting is futile, if you keep entangled for a long time, you will be bewitched by him instead,

If you can meet him, leave a mark on him, if you can't meet him, just take care of the god's position, if he brings someone to grab the god's position, don't fight hard, send me a letter immediately. "

After exhorting, Xue Yun left.

Jiuniang wanted to find a bedroom for Xu Zhiqiong, there are countless temples of different sizes in the Wuwu Temple, and she didn't know which one Xu Zhiqiong wanted.

Xu Zhiqiong's request was simple: "A room without flesh and blood."

Relying on her first-class spirituality, Jiu Niang sniffed around, shook her head and said, "There is no such place."

In fact, Xu Zhiqiong also had a perception before that there were flesh and blood everywhere in the temple of Wuwu.

To be precise, the entire temple is made of flesh and blood.

Xu Zhiqiong didn't make it difficult for Jiuniang, and asked her to find a side hall that looked clean and tidy up a sleeping bed.

Jiuniang was skillful, and the bed was neatly arranged, with bed curtains and veils, Xu Zhiqiong was very satisfied.

After preparing the daily expenses, Jiu Niang left some food and drink for Xu Zhiqiong: "I will deliver food to you tomorrow, how can I contact you then?"

"Just send it over, why do you need to contact me?"

Jiu Niang shook her head: "The key is in your hand. If you don't open the door, I won't be able to enter this temple. If I force my way in, this temple won't be able to accommodate me."

Only then did Xu Zhiqiong remember that the key Jiuniang was talking about was the black skull.

Xue Yun didn't teach Xu Zhiqiong how to use it, but it doesn't seem difficult, just pour some sheep's blood on it.

Jiuniang prepared a jar of sheep's blood, and Xu Zhiqiong handed Jiuniang a lantern: "Light this lantern, and I will know that you are looking for me."

Jiu Niang took the lantern, twisted her waist, and tore off three fox tail hairs from behind: "If you are in an emergency, take out one and burn it, then I'll know you're looking for me, then open the door and let me in. "

Xu Zhiqiong tucked away the fox tail hair, and Jiuniang asked, "What else can I order?"

Xu Zhiqiong sniffled and said, "Show me the nine tails again!"

"Bah!" Jiu Niang spat, "I'm not ashamed, I won't show you!"

After finishing speaking, Jiu Niang wanted to leave, but found that Xu Zhiqiong didn't open the door.

Xu Zhiqiong sneered: "Can you leave without showing me?"

Jiu Niang gritted her teeth, held her peaches up to make Xu Zhiqiong count her tails, and then left.

After eating and drinking enough, Xu Zhiqiong got into the veil, ready to sleep.

Can you sleep?
It's strange to be able to sleep!

All kinds of wailing and howling echoed from the boundless temple, and Xu Zhiqiong could hear it clearly.

"It hurts, I hurt..."

"Please, I beg you..."

"God forgive me, forgive me..."

Xu Zhiqiong was about to use the listening technique to close his hearing, when a strange voice of prayer caught his attention:

"God of Nuwei, I enshrine to you with flesh and blood, pray for your protection, pray for your favor, and pray for you to grant us invincible might and strength."

What the other party spoke was not Daxuan official dialect, but Tunu language.

Xu Zhiqiong originally knew only half of Tunu language, but now he could understand it clearly in the temple.

Is this the special effect brought by the temple?
Is it because I am in the temple, my wisdom is good?
If he wanted to sacrifice with his flesh and blood, wouldn't this person want to commit suicide?
can i see him

While thinking, Xu Zhiqiong searched for the source of the sound relying on his spirituality.

He came to the main hall, and soon saw a picture under the throne.

A Tunu man with blood smeared on his face, holding a machete in his hand, danced crazily on the white altar, chanting congratulations repeatedly.

"Nuwei True God, I enshrine you with flesh and blood..."

Nuwei True God refers to Wuwu, which is the name of Nufu Sect.

It seems that Nufu Cult has not disappeared in Tunu territory.

Judging by his appearance and clothes, he should be a priest.

He wants to use his flesh and blood to sacrifice to Wuwu?

This is a very devout believer, since he is so devout, Xu Zhiqiong is ready to fulfill him.

Should I say a few words to him?
Xu Zhiqiong poured the power of imagination, and while establishing a connection with the altar, he also saw the situation in front of him clearly.

This altar is very special, it is made of bones.

Above the altar stood three pillars, slender pillars.

The pillar is also made of bone, but I don't know what kind of bone it is.

Three children were tied to the three pillars, two or three years old, two were crying, one couldn't even cry, and looked at the priest in front of him stupidly.

The priest will use his flesh and blood to worship the 梼杌.

But he didn't use his own flesh and blood.

The priest recited the same speech hundreds of times, and thousands of congregants gathered around the altar, waiting for the response of the Nuwei True God.

But the Nuwei True God did not respond, which made the priest a little anxious.

They have to sacrifice a living person once a month. In the past, most of them would get a response from the true god. Even if there was only one word, it would be a great encouragement to this group of believers.

Why can't I hear a sound today?
An altar owner reminded: "High priest, the time has come, why can't we hear the response from the true god? Could it be that the true god is dissatisfied with us?"

The priest opened his arms, scanned the crowd, and said in a solemn and majestic tone: "The true god has sensed our piety, he is watching, he is listening, he is waiting,

The true God did not send an oracle tonight, which is not only a trust in us, but also a test for us,

Let us dedicate our flesh and blood to the true God, and under the gaze of the true God, we can obtain the protection of the true god and witness the power of the true god! "

After the priest finished speaking, the four attendants beat the drum together, and the nufu uttered rhythmic shouts along with the drumbeat.

The priest took the scimitar and walked towards the child who was too scared to cry.

The other two children cried heart-rendingly, but the child who couldn't cry still couldn't cry and was trembling on the pillar.

The priest swung the knife and sighed, with pity and helplessness in his tone: "Child, don't be afraid, don't be angry, it's your honor to be a sacrifice to the true god,

I want to replace you as a gift from the true God, but I have no such qualifications. Only the purest life can be sacrificed to the true God. "

As he spoke these words, the priest had only one thing in mind.

True God Nuwei did not respond, perhaps because of dissatisfaction.

Before each sacrifice dies, at least one hundred knives must be cut. Only in this way can the true god be pleased.

The child's parents are under the altar, they are crying, they feel sorry for their own flesh and blood, they regret joining the Nufu Cult, but it is too late to regret now.

The priest widened his eyes, and pointed the knife at the child on the pillar: "Howl, this is a call to the true God, cry, this is piety to the true God!"

He was about to swing the knife, but found that his body could not move.

Xu Zhiqiong restrained him with the power of imagery.

Xu Zhiqiong is about to issue an oracle:
"Who gave you the guts to offer me an ungodly sacrifice of life?"

The sound echoed over the altar, mixed with the wind and snow, and poured into everyone's ears.

God has responded!

The congregation did not pay attention to the content of the true God's response. As long as they heard the voice of the true God, they were extremely excited, and their shouts became orderly and loud.

Only the high priests realized that something was wrong, that the true gods seemed not satisfied with the offerings they had made.

"Answer me!" Xu Zhiqiong roared, "Who gave you the courage to sacrifice your ungodly life to me!"

The congregation fell silent, they sensed the wrath of the true god.

The priest quickly prayed: "True God, these three flesh and blood are the purest life, they are..."

"How long have they been teaching? Five years?"

This is difficult.

Of these three children, the oldest is just over three years old. Even if they were born to be taught, it is impossible for them to live for five years.

The priest didn't know how to answer: "He, they are pious, they are pure, we sacrifice them to you..."

"Okay, I accept your sacrifice!"

Hearing the promise of the true god, the priest let out a long breath, and the people around the altar cheered a little.

"I choose you!"

The shouting stopped abruptly.

The true God did not choose these three children.

The priest's face was pale, and he turned his gaze elsewhere.

He wanted to prove to others that the true God was not talking about him.

Xu Zhiqiong chose him: "You really want to replace them as my sacrifice, I heard it, and I will fulfill you!"

This time everyone heard it.

The true God speaks of priests!

Under the restraint of the power of imagery, the priest slowly walked towards the center of the altar.

Under the watchful eyes of all the congregation, the priest raised his knife to himself.

"Are you willing to dedicate yourself to me?" The voice of the true God was still echoing over the altar.

"I, I..." The priest didn't know how to answer.

"Are you not pious to me!"

With a loud shout, all Nufu Cult members trembled.

"Howl, cry, let me hear your call!"

The voice of the true god was deafening. The priest held up a knife and slowly cut off a very thin piece of meat from his belly.

"It can't be me! I can't be a sacrifice! Who will save me! I don't want to die!" The priest wailed heartbreakingly. He had cut the flesh and blood of the "sacrifice" many times, at most once, on the same person. He spent two hundred knives, but he never thought that the pain was so terrible.

"Don't be afraid, don't be angry, it's your glory to be a sacrifice to the true god!"

With another slash, the mournful howl shocked everyone around.

Xu Zhiqiong nodded in satisfaction.

A maid beside the throne walked to the corner of the hall, opened the wine jar Jiuniang left behind, poured a full glass of wine, and respectfully handed it to Xu Zhiqiong.

Xu Zhiqiong took a sip from the wine glass, put the wine glass on the armrest of the altar, and continued to the altar: "One sacrifice is not enough to show your piety!"

The true god issued another oracle, and driven by the power of imagery, the altar owner was forced to walk to the center of the altar.

"No, it's not me, it's not me!" The altar master hissed and howled, Xu Zhiqiong pulled out the scimitar for him.

"Let you see the protection of the true God, let you see the power of the true God!" The altar master cut off half of his ear, only half.

There is still half of it left, and it will be saved until the next knife.

……

It's rare to be free, so I can have a good conversation with Nufu Cult tonight.

Two hours later, the priest cut himself 530 three times, and the altar master cut himself 510 six times. The two of them almost turned into skeletons and stood upright on the altar.

In addition, there were more than 50 subordinates of the priest and the altar master, who cut one hundred to three hundred knives according to the length of their sins. These devout believers dedicated themselves to the true god.

This is just the beginning. When they arrive in the underworld, they will go through another ritual every day.

Except for the three children who were protected by Xu Zhiqiong with closed eyes and listening skills, all the rest of the congregation witnessed the sacrifice.

Can they wake up?

not necessarily.

After some time, this bloody ritual may be staged again.

How can this group of congregation be completely awakened?

How can this evil ritual disappear completely?

Xu Zhiqiong issued a new oracle: "From today on, you must choose pious flesh and blood to sacrifice to me!
Sacrificial offerings must not be less than five years old!
The organizer of the sacrifice is a devout believer and must be sacrificed to me as a sacrifice!

The priest is my messenger and must return to me as a sacrifice!

Ungodly believers must leave the religion immediately, otherwise I will punish you! "

I'd like to see who else dares to organize such a sacrifice.

The strong wind blew away more than 50 corpses, causing thousands of congregants to tremble.

The child's parents mustered up their courage, rushed to the altar, and took the child away.

They choose to leave the religion immediately, which is not a violation of the oracle.

No one dared to stop them, no one dared to take any action under intimidation and fear.

Satisfied, Xu Zhiqiong stood up from the throne.

When he reached the center of the hall, he suddenly turned his head.

strangeness.

When did I sit on the throne of God?
(End of this chapter)