Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 127 God's Will Has Never Been High and Difficult to Ask (3k)

No accidents.

The place where Lin Feng is located is in the belly of Niutou Mountain, which is also the place where Lin Feng fought those monsters in the game.

This is also the place where reality and the mountains in western Hunan are connected.

The rescue team also rescued the archaeological team from here.

The way Lin Feng came from was completely different from the way the archaeological team entered.

It is also fortunate that the archaeological team did not encounter the strangeness of the underworld, otherwise the entire army would be wiped out. The underworld is strange, there are fish farmers, and more people kill people directly.

The place headless and strange is going is to go up the mountain and then down the mountain, to the connection between Niutou Mountain and the backside called [Sack Mountain].

Here, you can let him go, and everyone breaks up and says goodbye.

Lin Feng walked fast and saw several corpses on the mountain road, but when passing by the direction of Niutou Village, no matter whether it was Ziling or Wei Wei, they all signaled him to avoid there.

There are still fresh bloodstains on the road, and there are even traces of tree demons passing by.

"You can't go to that place."

Word Spirit admonishes.

Lin Feng listened to the persuasion and spared a lot.

However, when going down the mountain, he still saw many traces left over from history.

On this road, there were also weirdness, but it was obviously much less. As he shook the bell, they all consciously dispersed.

Just with the shaking of his bell.

The headless corpse behind him talked more and more densely.

Every time he wants to say his name, he will be interrupted "just right" by the word spirit.

On the way, the scenery is good.

But more corpses.

Taoist priests, monks, as well as folk costumes, official and military costumes.

"So many people died, what happened?"

Lin Feng was talking to himself, but Zi Ling next to him didn't say a word.

He was out of breath.

Besides, taking a look at the current situation, everyone knows that something is wrong, especially when Lin Feng sees that the clothes these people are wearing include cotton armor from the Ming Dynasty, Eight Banners armor from the early Qing Dynasty, paper armor from the Qing Dynasty, and some defense suits from the Qing Dynasty. Army clothes.

The age span is huge.

Messy exception.

From a high-end rotten monk's corpse, Lin Feng found a letter of commandment.

Open and take a look.

In the fourth year of Xianfeng, Shijie Mountain, one of the four famous Buddhist mountains, was born by Guanyin Temple.

There are also Taoist priests.

It's just that this Taoist is a Taoist from the Golden Summit of Laoshan.

The ultimatum was during the Jiajing period.

No matter who they were, no matter if they were from the imperial court or from the Buddhist and Taoist families, they seemed to be leaving in a hurry, and they didn't pay attention to the corpses next to them, and they couldn't even collect the corpses.

"Some went forward, and some went backward, which means that they went deep into the mountains, and some escaped..."

"However, they all died neatly, how did they die, some doubts, no wounds..."

"It can also be seen that at least in the late Qing Dynasty, the mountains in western Hunan were still like this, and did not become what they are now."

"In the end what happened."

Lin Feng muttered to himself, walked forward, and saw a sign on a man wearing a leather jacket.

"Pinch numb."

Seeing so many corpses lying here, Lin Feng was not surprised at all, but seeing this corpse in a brown-red leather jacket, he really couldn't hold back.

A foul word came out of his mouth.

Outrageous!

Lin Feng went over and turned the rotten corpse over.

Like the rest of the corpses, his corpse stayed at a temperature of [-] degrees Celsius, green corpses appeared in the lower right abdomen, and there was a slightly decayed vein network on his body.

No matter which dynasty the corpses were from, they all died at the same time. They seemed to be fixed in a certain time period and could not go away.

Therefore, Lin Feng saw the bronze medal on this person's neck and the tattoo on his body.

On the sign is [Five Elements Mountain, Xie Li]

The prefix of his tattoo is a pattern that looks like a Mobius ring and a ouroboros.

Behind this pattern is a number + name.

[0007, Xie Li]

This is undoubtedly a modern man.

Then when did he enter this Xiangxi mountain?

If it was the last time.

Why has no one heard of this message?
Lin Feng stood up, put away his badge, and put it in his pocket.

Zi Ling looked at the corpses all over the place, without saying a word, his figure became more ethereal, as if the next second, when the wind blows, he will disappear.

Lin Feng took a look and found that his lower body was gone.

Only the upper body.

Seeing this, Lin Feng involuntarily quickened his pace, and finally, before the word spirit dissipated, they came to the place where the headless Taoist wanted to come.

Looking at this place, even Lin Feng couldn't help frowning.

On the way down the mountain, he saw a camp.

A dead camp.

Under the sun, the camp was unspeakably gloomy.

On this relatively flat land near the stream, some people—monks, Taoists, and a large number of officers and soldiers—created a sacrificial offering site, and next to this offering site is a water and land dojo.

In the most important place of the sacrificial offering place, next to the altar, the divine tablet was shattered and corpses were strewn all over the place.

Water and Land Dharma Assembly, headed by eminent monks, evil and cannibalistic.

What is even more frightening is that the decapitated crane, the city of no one.

A crane's head was severed, and it is still bleeding. The blood fell into a stone bowl in front of him. The stone bowl was at the Water and Land Ceremony.

Stone bowls never seem to get enough.

No matter how much blood fell in, it was still dry.

Looking at the neck that had been decapitated and was still bleeding, Zi Ling let out an ethereal sigh.

"It's so."

He sighed and said, Lin Feng turned his head to ask something, but he didn't expect that Zi Ling disappeared.

Dissipated in one breath, and the word spirit is gone.

Return to heaven and earth.

What dissipated was so abrupt, without any foreshadowing.

Even Lin Feng was stunned.

"This?"

Looking at the empty left side, he felt inexplicably empty in his heart, but he finally picked up the demon-binding rope and walked forward.

The teammate was gone, and the old man behind him still had to be sent there. He walked over, and the crane was stationed on the altar representing the sky with one foot.

The nine altars are scattered, each with its own offerings.

Beside him are the corpses of the boy holding the god tablet, and the Taoist priests holding the gong, a large number of high-gong Taoist priests.

This is not the number of mages that Longhu Mountain can gather.

It is not a force that can be gathered by one family.

There is only one person who wants to gather monks and Taoists here.

King on the spot.

Ninety-five.

The red cloth is tied between the trees, which is a huge area.

Unfortunately, there are no more living people in the place.

These rituals, for whatever reason, they failed.

The corpses in the outermost circle are some green camps and soldiers.

It can be seen from their hairstyles that it was around the middle to late Qing Dynasty. They must have been in the mountains for a long time. There were no grate craftsmen to take care of their hair, and even black hair stubble appeared on their foreheads. On the ground, the body never decomposed.

Someone hung a palace bell in the woods, and when the wind blew, it jingled. Lin Feng didn't know whether it was hung by people from Buddhism or Taoism.

He also failed to decipher the runes.

These bells must have been ringing all the time, because there was always wind here, but when Lin Feng stood far away, he couldn't hear the sound of the bells.

He just looked around nervously, [Jian Xin Tong Ming] and [Unyielding] were both quiet.

It's safe here.

Nothing weird.

Nothing at all.

Apart from the fact that something doesn't look right, there are no other issues.

It wasn't until Lin Feng saw a few more leather jackets here, dying on the altar not far away, that he realized the danger.

Take a rough look.

The things on these leather jackets are the same as the ones that died on the road, with bronze plates around the neck, tattoos on the wrists, ouroboros, numbers, names.

【Five Elements Mountain, Xie Chuan】

【Five Elements Mountain, Xie Ang】

【Five Elements Mountain, Xie An】

They should all belong to the same family.

Thank you family.

They are also like newly mourned people, holding talismans in their hands and lying on the ground. Judging from their posture before death, what are they planning to do at the highest altar representing heaven?
The closer he was to the altar, the more Lin Feng could hear the voices of those Taoist priests chanting mantras, the more clearly they became.

Mixed with Fa Gong.

Mixed with Fabell.

There is also a faint sigh, mixed in these mantras.

【God's will, it's not a crime of war】

【God's will is always high and difficult to ask】

【Heaven kills me, God kills me】

【That's all】

……

Those low and faint sighs contained no resentment, no anger, only countless regrets, just like what I had pursued all my life, joys and sorrows were like dreams.

Lin Feng didn't know whether the sound came from the soul that remained here, or the remnant sound of resentment.

All he knew was that it was best not to stay here.

Whatever was here, it wasn't something he could handle.

He cleared his throat.

"Brother, have you arrived yet? If not, continue walking."

Ask the Headless Taoist.

The old man behind picked up the copper mace in his hand and pointed at the tallest altar. The Taoist priest in the red purple Taoist robe came down from the altar.

Not a hallucination.

It is true that a Taoist priest in a red and purple Taoist robe walked down from above.

Lin Feng: "..."

His scalp was numb and he was about to run away.

He glanced back and found that beside him, a monk with red lips and white teeth, wearing cassock, also came over.

Lin Feng: "Okay, was it rounded?"

He didn't do anything, because he didn't realize that these two unknown beings had any malice towards him.

"Finally someone came again."

Said Master Gao Gong in the red and purple robe.

The monk with red lips and white teeth said: "According to the time, it is almost the same time. If no one comes, the embankment of a thousand miles will be destroyed by an ant nest."

The two of them sang together, and afterward, the Taoist priest Gao Gong in the red purple robe turned his body sideways and asked Lin Feng to go over.

The same is true for monks.

It seemed that Lin Feng had no intention of stopping him.

Lin Feng: "Then I passed?"

Both of them smiled and nodded. Although they didn't know what happened, Lin Feng still went to the highest altar with the headless Taoist on his back.

Climbing up to the altar, Lin Feng saw the Taoist priests in the center of the altar, who were used for rituals, also wearing red and purple Taoist robes.

A black leather notebook was pressed on the altar.

There is a pen pinned to it.

(End of this chapter)