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Chapter 194 Used

He Lingjiang heard him plainly sue him for what he had done, and was not ashamed.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in her heart: "Just because of these few fruits, you would not hesitate to kill innocent people?"

"If there is no holy fruit in the sacrifice mountain, and the sacrifices to be found are, why does it have to be born with human life?"

Bimo said indifferently: "Our Luojia tribe has sacrificed holy fruit for hundreds of years. If the mountain god is touched, who can bear the consequences?"

He Lingjiang sneered and asked, "Since the mountain god is the spirit that protects the people, how could he allow others to kill people without authorization?"

"You keep talking about mountain gods, but in this mountain of Ailao, can gods really be born?"

Mountains and rocks are also natural things. They have been supported by people for a long time. Because of the people's incense and the power of belief, they may be able to breed spirituality. They are mountain gods.

However, such fortunes are hard to find after all, and for thousands of years, it is a great blessing to be able to derive one of them.

Mountains and rocks are different from plants, flowers, birds, fish, insects, beasts and birds. They are born without the power of life in them, and it is almost impossible to cultivate spiritual wisdom with their own power.

Even using the power of the people's incense and belief to transform their spirituality is hundreds of times more difficult than other creatures.

Because of this, there are countless villagers and people who envelop mountain gods in the world, but there are very few mountain gods who can truly spawn mountain gods.

The Luojia tribe moved to the foot of Ailao Mountain for only a hundred years. Before that, although Ailao Mountain occupied a large area, there were few people in the area, let alone anyone who believed in it sincerely.

Even when the Luojia tribe arrived here, they began to believe in this mountain. In the vast world, this hundred years is just a snap of a finger.

The probability of actually nurturing a mountain spirit is extremely small.

To put it another way, even if there is a mountain spirit, the holy fruit used as a sacrifice has suddenly been contaminated with the blood and lives of the people she protects. The mountain spirit is really wise, how can it be indifferent and accept the offering with peace of mind?
People who believe in mountain gods have opened up her spirituality, and together with her continuous power of belief, she can gradually grow stronger and stronger.Instead, she eats the blood of the believers and sucks the lives of the believers.

This kind of approach is not easy between heaven and earth, even if she gives birth to a spirit, she will be backlashed.

It can be heard from the Luojia tribe, even in the past two years, Ailao Mountain has stood silently in the heaven and earth as always, and there have been no major disasters in their tribe.

This is unreasonable.

The theory of mountain gods should be regarded as only their beliefs, but in fact, there should be no real mountain spirits born in this mountain of Ailao.

As a priest, Bimo should be very clear about this, but he is always talking about the mountain god, and his words are conclusive.

He Lingjiang squinted his eyes and looked at Bi Mo deeply: "You gave birth to the holy fruit, I'm afraid it's not really for the sacrifice of mountains, but for other purposes, right?"

How could she have thought of this?
Bi Mo's face showed surprise: "You are really smarter than I thought."

In this Ailao Mountain, whether there is a mountain god really living here, he can't be more clear.

This sacred tree grew here before the Luojia tribe moved here. Judging from its appearance, it was hundreds of years old at that time.

Because he grew up in this uninhabited place, he obtained the essence of the sun, moon, rain and dew all year round, and finally gave birth to a little spirituality.

The clansmen of the Luojia tribe all use it as a sacred offering to the mountain.

As long as the holy fruit leaves the tree, its aura will dissipate between heaven and earth in a matter of seconds.

All the priests used the secret method to seal the spiritual energy of the holy fruit after it was picked.

When the sacrificial ceremony is in progress, and then release the seal and release its spiritual energy between heaven and earth, it is sacrificed to the mountain god for his enjoyment.

However, a few years ago, after the previous generation of priests left, Bimo took over his position, but his heart moved.

Such a thing of the Holy Spirit is sacrificed to the mountain that does not know when it will give birth to spiritual wisdom, but it is a pity, it is better to take it and keep it for yourself.

When picking the holy fruit, all people with high morality and respect in the clan need to be present, and then the clan chief will personally hold them and bring them to the altar.

However, at the beginning of the sacrificial ceremony, except for the priest who cast the spell, everyone in the village had to stand far away from the stage and could not see the situation on the stage.

Bimo took the opportunity to do tricks and replaced the holy fruit with spiritual energy, and replaced it with a fake that he had prepared in advance.

In this way, these three holy fruits belong to him alone and are used for his cultivation.

It is also relying on this holy fruit that his secret technique can be advanced so fast.

He Lingjiang looked at his pale and young face, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I heard from the petroglyph, priest, you are already in the year of knowing the destiny this year. Could it be that your secret method is not able to maintain the beauty of your face?"

"The art of keeping your face?" Bi Mo couldn't help laughing when he heard something funny.

"The essence and blood of human beings and the spirit of holy fruit are used to make a secret medicine. The color is like a rosy glow, and the body is light to wear. It can keep the face from getting old. Longevity, elixir, I can't complain that everyone wants it..."

"However, for those who practice the arts, what does it mean to stay in the face?"

Bimo stopped laughing, with a bit of resentment on his face: "What I'm looking for is just to hope that my technique can reach the pinnacle of excellence."

"However, this secret medicine that has been condensed through painstaking efforts has used half of the energy to improve the appearance and prolong life. The benefits to people in terms of techniques are only half of what I expected."

But even so, it is much faster than the boring practice of day after day, year after year.

He stroked his face: "It's not a bad thing to stay in Rong Yannian. At least the clansmen see that I'm not old, and they respect me more and fear me for my profound skills..."

"As long as I live long enough, this technique will gradually progress, and one day, I will be able to reach the peak..."

Since he practiced witchcraft with the previous priest, he was often dismissed as having an ordinary talent. Compared with the senior brothers who were with the priest, it was a world of difference.

Where Senior Brother knows one thing at a time, he always needs to spend ten times a hundred times more time to comprehend it.

The little tricks that my brother can learn in one go, but he has to practice it ten times a hundred times.

He was not convinced. Could it be that he would be crushed under the pressure of his senior brother for the rest of his life, and would never be able to turn around with this common saying of talent?
But no matter how hard he tried, the gap between him and his senior brother was still getting bigger and bigger.

Seeing that the priest was about to choose the successor, he suddenly had a plan in his heart, deliberately deceived his senior brother to the high cliff in Ailao Mountain, saying that there was a rare spiritual grass in the dangerous place.

Senior brother really believed it, he made a small plan, and since then, there is no such person in the world.

The title of priest's heir can only fall on his head.

Then, he was using the power of the holy fruit to cultivate step by step until now.

Even if the old priest stood in front of him again and said that his talent was ordinary, he couldn't compare to his senior brother, and he could easily knock him down.

Bi Mo couldn't help but closed his eyes and took a deep breath, a smile looming on his face, as if he was enjoying the bliss of the shame before the snow.

He Lingjiang's eyes condensed, and he took the opportunity to suddenly burst into flames, unscrewed the short blade in his sleeve, and stabbed at Bi Mo fiercely.

　Take a day off on July 7th~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)