The invincible wife of Fenglin City

Chapter 284 Change of the God Worship Dance! (2)
"Xiang Liu, Hydra?" Master Jiang's scalp was going numb. They chopped off eight heads just now. Doesn't that mean that the basilisk still has one head hidden?
"That's right. Xiangliu is evil. Let's remove its eight heads. It must hold a grudge. I don't know why we can't see Xiangliu, but we must be careful. If you see Xiangliu, kill him!" Bi Fang said in a very serious way. Said in the same tone as Master Jiang.

Master Jiang nodded repeatedly.

Because Xing Jiajia didn't give orders, Demon and Monster didn't follow her, but when Bi Fang came out at night, the four of them felt bored and followed her.When Bi Fang and Master Jiang were killing the Quartet, the four crawled in and out, looking for the trace of the Hydra Xiangliu, but the strange thing is that they have searched the entire underground of Anxi, but they still haven't found Xiangliu. Where is the last snake head.

"I can't find it, I can't find it!"

"Coward, who knows where he hid."

"Be troubled, be troubled. Be troubled, be troubled."

"How to do how to do?"

The ghosts and monsters muttered together, and naturally told Bi Fang the news they heard.After hearing this, Bi Fang made a decision: "Tell Suzaku about the tower."

Bi Fang had a vague premonition in his heart that Xing Jiajia's night was not peaceful, so maybe there would be any news from her?

Virgin's Tower

The saint is seriously teaching Xing Jiajia to dance the dance of offering sacrifices to the gods. The dance of offering sacrifices to the gods is about the tacit understanding of the unity of heaven and man. Kong Ming is placed on the altar, and he communicates with the ancestor witches with his heart and spirit. The stronger the blood, the more exchanges with the ancestor witches. It is a natural sacrifice The better you dance, the better.

"If you can't communicate with the ancestral witch, then wouldn't you be unable to dance the ritual dance?" Xing Jiajia looked at the saint depressedly and asked her own question.

Who would have thought that the saint sneered coldly: "Can you communicate with the ancestral witches every year when you are a saintess?"

Shrimp?

Xing Jiajia was stunned: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." The saint looked at Xing Jiajia seriously, but the words she uttered were shocking, "Most of the time the saint cannot get the will of the ancestor witch, and cannot communicate with him, but there is no way, Anxi If God’s will is needed, the saint must do it, otherwise what will the saint do, and what is the use of this blood?”

How could this be possible?Doesn't that mean that many god-worshiping dances are actually just a cover and a lie?
That's what Xing Jiajia asked.

The saint smiled: "It's true. I've been a saint for ten years, but ten times I've been a fake."

"It's all fake?" Xing Jiajia felt confused, this Anxi was so crazy and weird that she couldn't imagine.

"It's all fake, so my ritual dance is more real than real." The saint didn't expect tomorrow's ritual dance at all. Anxi could receive the will of the ancestor witch, so she taught Xing Jiajia the dance she danced before. .

"That's it." Xing Jiajia nodded.

The ghosts and ghosts crawled in through the window, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.Naturally, the saint couldn't see four of them, but she could feel something appearing in the saint tower. She turned her head to look at Xing Jiajia, and found that she was smiling, seeming to comfort her?

Xing Jiajia was also shocked when she heard the report from the monsters and monsters. She didn't expect that Bi Fang's brother could find the eight towers, but she didn't expect him to kill the eight heads of the Hydra Xiangliu!
Thinking of the scene of the battle, she felt her scalp go numb.

"Brother Bi Fang, is everything okay?" Although he knew that Bi Fang would be fine, Xing Jiajia couldn't help but worry.

"Well, master! He will be all right!"

"That's right."

"He asked us to tell you that the tower is different!"

"Yes, what should we do next?"

Demons and ghosts chattered around Xing Jiajia.Xing Jiajia frowned slightly, thinking about the whole thing in his heart: Anxi is not easy.From the forest at the entrance to the entire Anxi, it is completely guarded by a formation, and this village is an indestructible whole.

But now that Anxi's deeper secrets have been unearthed, there are actually eight formations connected under the Anxi holy pool, and these formations are actually Xiangliu's eight heads?

Xiangliu can be called a celestial beast.Below the divine beasts are heavenly beasts.

The celestial beasts are huge in size, not as good as the divine beasts that can control their own size, and Xiangliu is the leader of the celestial beasts in terms of size. To Xiangliu, the eight snake heads are like sesame seeds to sesame cakes, not worth mentioning !
So besides the eight heads, where is Xiangliu's last head, and where are the rest of his body?

"Master, what should we do?"

Xing Jiajia glanced at the saint and smiled slightly: "Sacrifice dance."

The annual ritual dance.

Every year, the sacrificial dance is the most sacred, solemn and important in Anxi.From the dawn of the morning, the villagers wake up quietly, tidy up the courtyard, and clean the inside and outside of the house as quickly as possible, which is to "sweep the dust".Near noon, the villagers came to the holy pool one after another, prayed to the saint with their hands folded, and read a long sacrificial text.

While the saintess changed into her sacrificial attire amidst the prayers of the whole village, she gathered her long hair little by little and coiled it on top of her head, revealing her slender neck.

The sacrifice is over.

All the villagers, male, female, young or old, with a very pious heart, took off their clothes and walked into the holy pool step by step, washing away the dust on their bodies for a year, and cleaning their hearts that have been stained with daily necessities for a year.

There is no shame here, there is no distinction between men and women, and there is no distinction between young and old.All are equal.

The eight towers boomed, and suddenly a dazzling golden light was refracted from the spire of one of the towers, followed by the golden light from the second tower, and then the third—until the last tower shot out Golden light, these eight golden lights are intertwined in the air, forming a huge net!
This is the stage of the saint.

The whole village raised their heads slightly, looked up at the sky devoutly, and looked in the direction of the saint.

In the golden light, the Saintess floated down from the Saintess Tower, with wide sleeves and wide sleeves like a white crane flying, and her light and graceful figure-but none of the villagers in the holy pool looked up, because it would be sacrilege to look at it.

Blasphemy is a capital offense.

When Xing Jiajia fell from the window, she looked down and saw the golden light below. Thinking of what the saint said, she held her breath and opened her hands towards the sky, her voice was low and deep as if she came from ancient times: "Ancestral Witch, your pious people Offer the most respectful sacrifice to you, please give us guidance?"

Little by little, the sound was transmitted to the sky, and the sun was high at noon, and there was a slight warmth in the air.

(End of this chapter)