Starting from the recovery of Shanhaijing

Chapter 382
After a simple greeting.

Yan Jing learned that He Xian was the person who was in charge of leading the team to block the trial last night.

According to Lu Qing's previous statement, the casualties along this road were the heaviest.

Thanks to the cruise ship as a shelter, otherwise, the movement caused by the placement of the wounded and dead bodies would probably attract the investigation of the Three Law Departments.

Under the leadership of He Xian, a group of people walked into the bilge of the cruise ship.

The strong smell of medicine mixed with the smell of corpses hits the face.

Yan Jing's eyes glanced at the slightly dim cabin illuminated by kerosene lamps.

Straw mats were spread in the middle space, and there were about seven corpses lying on it, both men and women, all of them in ragged clothes, gray faces, and different injuries on their bodies, and two of them were even mutilated.

Not surprisingly, it should be the "victim" who was killed in the scuffle with the judge last night.

Beside these corpses, there were more than a dozen fallen angel believers, more than half of them smelled like medicine, and they were surrounded by dark energy.

The rest of the guys who were intact looked at Yan Jing and the others who had just come down the stairs with vigilant eyes.

Compared with Yan Jing's team, the team in front of him undoubtedly has a slightly larger number of people.

It seems that the Shinto congregation has specially assigned the number of people, or it has been decided long ago which reception point will receive the most fallen angel believers, and they will deal with the most powerful judge.

"Don't worry, everyone. These are our companions. They were in charge of ambushing the Reincarnation Division last night. They came here this time to observe the ceremony."

Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming more and more dignified, He Xian took the initiative to explain that she still looked like a soft and waxy woman, and the ability to return without success in Yan Jing seemed to have a pretty good effect on these people.

As soon as the voice fell, the atmosphere in the bilge obviously improved.

Yan Jing, who was standing by the side, looked back at the dozen or so fallen angel believers who followed him and Lu Qing, and noticed that the faces of these people also showed yearning for He Xian, and he couldn't help but feel a little vigilant. .

In any case, the situation has stabilized.

Two groups of people surrounded the seven corpses on the ground, standing clearly apart.

Standing together with Lu Qing, Yan Jing looked around again, his gaze paused briefly at the closed entrance of the hold, and asked under his breath,

"Where does that master of the Shinto you mentioned come from?"

I thought that the other party was also coming to meet up by boat, but now it is clear that they did not intend to take the usual route.

Fortunately, it is winter now, and the corpse has not decomposed after a night. If it were midsummer, the smell of rotting corpses in this confined space could drive people crazy.

"The Venerable has never left, he has always been by our side."

Lu Qing seemed to have guessed that Yan Jing would ask this question a long time ago, and replied in a godlike manner.

Yan Jing frowned upon hearing this, it was nothing more than deceiving the Fallen Angel believers, it was really puzzling to put on a show in front of him.

Just when she was about to sneer, Yan Jing noticed that He Xian's movements were a little strange.

As if she had received a subpoena, she suddenly left her position, walked to the front of the corpse storage area, bent down and grabbed the copper ring, and directly lifted the wooden board of the bottom cabin.

Yan Jing was taken aback by this operation.

You must know that their current location is the bottom deck of a cruise ship, and there is icy river water below. Lifting the wooden boards is equivalent to letting the river flow backwards. That expert will not dive in, right?
Is the style too low?

Facts have proved that there is nothing wrong with He Xian's head. After the wooden board was lifted, there was no trace of river water pouring in, as if the whole cruise ship was floating on the river.

No matter how turbulent the river under the hollow is, it still seems to be blocked by a layer of invisible energy.

Didn't wait a while.

A black shadow floated up in the river.

A group of fallen angel believers including Yan Jing stretched their necks unanimously, obviously they were equally confused at this time.

However, what emerged from the river was not the god-to-be masters that everyone had imagined, but a golden-red carp with a tumor on its forehead, as if it had escaped from the fish pond of some wealthy family.

"Congratulations, Master Daojun!"

At the same time as the carp floated up, He Xian and Lu Qing walked two steps forward at the same time, bowing and bowing.

Before Yan Jing could react, he saw the carp suddenly opened its mouth and let out a low hum, and white mist gushed out of its mouth, spreading to all parts of the bilge in just a few seconds.

The bilge, which was originally very quiet, suddenly became commotion because of this sudden change, but because He Xian and Lu Qing stayed where they were, the situation was relatively stable.

Just at this time, the carp made another move, the central area of ​​the sarcoid on its head cracked suddenly.

A section of tender green stalk sticks out from it, and it rises rapidly.

Everyone was amazed, and some Fallen Angel believers couldn't help but stepped forward, ignoring the white mist reaching their ankles, wanting to take a closer look.

The top of the stalk began to swell, turning into a flower bud, and soon appeared a little pink, and a hazy golden halo emerged around it, even accompanied by surging spiritual energy.

How could there be such an anomaly?
Fallen Angel believers are still believers after all.

They pay special attention to such images that seem to contain auspiciousness.

Even if He Xian and Lu Qing didn't say anything, they would still figure it out on their own, and in the process they would get almost morbid satisfaction.

in a blink.

The flower bud suddenly bloomed into a lotus flower with a diameter of more than half a meter!
No, to be precise, it is an incomparably gorgeous lotus platform.

Yan Jing finally understood that the Shinto congregation wanted to put the place where the ceremony was held in this dark hold.

At this moment, all the kerosene lamps are completely hidden, replaced by magnificent colorful lights, like a fairyland.

What's more important is that on the lotus platform formed by the lotus flower, there is actually a baby with red lips and white teeth, and a little cinnabar on the forehead lying on his side, with neither sad nor happy expression.
He Xian and Lu Qing, who hadn't moved much since just now, finally started to act. They took out several large abnormal devotional incense sticks from nowhere and lit them directly, enshrining them in front of the lotus platform.

The mist containing huge faith energy rushed towards the baby on the lotus platform in the longing eyes of all the fallen angel believers, and penetrated into his mouth and nose, making his whole body exude an extraordinary aura.

After "eating", the baby showed miracles, and the immature body began to grow at an unreasonable speed!

Limbs, torso, head.

Every minute and every second, his form is changing, from a newborn baby to a child of about ten years old.

His grown-up size did not allow him to continue lying on the lotus platform, so he had to straighten up, change to a cross-legged posture, and pinched out the formula with each hand. Two lotus seeds flew into the air in front of him, turning into a whisk and a brass Shiny metal ring.

The petals around the lotus platform rose out of thin air and attached to his body, turning into a yellow and black Taoist robe. The skyrocketing black hair was also restrained by the Taoist crown and tied into a standard Taoist bun.

"This, this miracle."

Someone exclaimed, and couldn't help but knelt down on the ground, and the knees of the people next to him suddenly softened.

Only Yan Jing, who was standing on the outermost side, remained silent, with a chill rising from behind.

(End of this chapter)