Extreme martial arts

Chapter 141 Sacrifice to the Pagoda

Qin Ming lay on the stone bed and looked at the old patriarch of Kuishan. He was covered in sackcloth and sat beside the firepit, holding a pottery bowl filled with hot water in his hand. He had a warm smile on his face and looked at him like an elder generally.

Perhaps the ancient survivors in the barbaric territory were different from the legends outside, Qin Ming thought to himself.

Then I sorted out my thoughts, and first introduced: "Patriarch Kuimu, my name is Qin Ming, and I come from a world outside the wild frontier."

The old patriarch Kuimu nodded, and said: "I can tell from your clothes that the people of the various tribes in the vast millions of mountains in the wild frontier wear animal skins."

"The patriarch, why are you wearing sackcloth instead of animal skin, and why can you speak the common language of the mainland?" Qin Ming asked.

The old patriarch took a sip of water and said: "My Houtube is a tribe inherited from ancient times. It is a real ancient tribe that worshiped the pagoda. The classics in the tribe record the world outside the wilderness. My young I read all the classics in the clan when I was young, and then rushed out of the million mountains and went to the mainland to travel, so I still know things outside the wild frontier, and I can speak the common language of the mainland."

After listening to Kuishan's words, Qin Ming was thoughtful. This passage revealed that he had grasped three key words, offering sacrifices to the Buddha Pagoda, the real ancient survivors, and the Houtu tribe.

"The pagoda for offering sacrifices to the pagoda is the [-]-meter-high stone pagoda outside the house?" Qin Ming cleared his mind and asked a question that he wanted to know the most.

The shape of the [-]-meter-high stone pagoda outside the house is really similar to the black pagoda. It is even said that except for the size, everything else seems to be carved out of the same mold. If you can figure out the connection between the two, you might be able to figure it out. The history of the Black Tower.

The old patriarch glanced at Qin Ming with a flash, and then said: "It is this pagoda, which has existed for thousands of years to worship the Buddha. Whether the ethnic group is the testimony of the ancient survivors of thousands of years."

"Is it used for sacrificial totems? It was originally a sacrificial tower?" Qin Ming murmured in a low voice, but he didn't continue to ask this question. After all, the black tower in his body is too mysterious, so if he said it rashly, he was worried that he would cause trouble for himself. , It’s better to ask for a sign, and then slowly find the answer by yourself.

"Old patriarch, how many ancient clans are there in these millions of mountains? Why do you say that the Houtubu is the real ancient clan that has been passed down for thousands of years? Don't the other clans have been passed down for thousands of years?" Qin Ming asked Dao, now that he has come into contact with the ancient survivors, he feels that it is necessary to understand the origins of the ancient survivors clearly, so that he can win every battle if he knows himself and the enemy.

The old patriarch put down the pottery bowl, picked up a somewhat blackened wooden stick to pick firewood from the fire pit, and the fire burned even more vigorously.

"Millions of mountains make up the wild frontier, the area is as vast as a starry sky, and the ethnic groups and tribes in it are scattered like stars, so I don't know the exact number.

But I know that this star-like ethnic group is divided into two lines, one is the real ancient survivors who have passed down the pagoda for worshiping the pagoda for thousands of years, and the other is the strong ones of the ancient survivors leading the tribe to split the tribe, Create a tribe by yourself, and such a tribe is called a pseudo-ancient tribe by us.

These pseudo-ancient tribes have existed for thousands of years, thousands of years, or only a hundred years. They did not sacrifice to the pagoda, so they are far inferior to the real ancient bereaved in terms of heritage, so the strength of a single tribe is not as good as the real ancient bereaved. , but because of ten thousand years, too many people from too many tribes split from the tribe, so the number and number of pseudo-ancient tribes far exceed the ancient survivors. In terms of quality and quantity, the ancient survivors and pseudo-ancient tribes have reached It's a wonderful balance. Although there are endless battles in ten thousand years, neither one lineage can destroy the other lineage. "

"Then can't they build a sacrificial pagoda by themselves? Also, since the Pseudo-Ancient Clan split from the Ancient Remaining Clan, why do they have to conquer each other?" Qin Ming asked while lying on the bed, looking at the old patriarch.

The old patriarch said slowly: "The Pagoda of Sacrifice to the Buddha is a treasure passed down from thousands of years ago. How can we build it? Even if the tower is built, it will not be approved by the totem god. As for the ancient survivors Why do the Pseudo-Ancients and the Pseudo-Ancients keep conquering each other? This is due to the law of nature. The weak will survive and the fittest will survive. This is the cruelest but most effective way to continue the ethnic group. For the continuation of the ethnic group, we can have other tribes To train the clansmen as targets for battle, and the Pseudo-Ancient Clan conquers the Ancient Relict Clan has a more important purpose, which is to snatch the Sacrificial Pagoda, so that they can have a strong enough inheritance, so that the clan will continue to grow stronger for a longer period of time!"

After the old patriarch told Qin Ming all this, the stone house fell silent, only the firewood in the fire pond kept burning until sparks burst out.

Qin Ming lay on the bed and sorted out what the old patriarch said. It turned out that the ancient survivors called "savages" by the people on the Xuanyuan Continent among the millions of mountains in the wild and wild frontier were a separate civilization. It has its own characters, its own language, its own inheritance, its own beliefs, and its own unique way of cultivation.

This is not the so-called savage group, but a civilization that is different from the mainstream civilization of Xuanyuan Continent. It has been passed down for thousands of years and has not changed. Perhaps they are purer and closer to the people of ten thousand years ago.

After a long time, Qin Ming said: "Old patriarch, why is the ancient survivors being slandered by the outside world as a group of demons who cannibalize human flesh and drink human blood? Ever since I met Litu and entered, everything Tubu has seen is completely different from the ancient survivors described by the outside world. You have been to the cities in the Xuanyuan Continent, so you should also know the legends about the ancient survivors outside, right?"

Speaking of this, the old patriarch's body trembled visibly, and the wooden stick that was being stirred in the fire pond also fell into the fire pond.

Kuishan sighed, and said with endless bitterness: "I don't know when this kind of legend started. When I arrived in the outside city, the legend already existed. If you have to find out the root, maybe you have to go back to The deeds of the ancestors, maybe ten thousand years ago, some irreversible things happened to the tribes in the wild frontier and other humans in the Xuanyuan Continent, so that those people wanted to fabricate such vicious legends and pass them down to slander the ancient survivors. As for my ancient survivors, once they appear on the mainland, they will be besieged and slaughtered."

Qin Ming was silent. The old patriarch's tone was obviously bitter and sad, which made him feel sympathetic, because what happened ten thousand years ago made this ancient civilization unable to communicate with the outside world, and was excluded and besieged by the outside world.

Kuishan stood up, and after the conversation just now, his back seemed to be bent even more, and he said to Qin Ming: "Have a good rest, I tried to say that they rescued you outside the Forbidden Valley, I think you entered the Forbidden Valley by mistake. The valley angered the terrifying existence in it, and those who escaped by chance, can escape from the Forbidden Valley, you can be regarded as a person of great fortune, your bones are broken in sevens and eighties, and you just lie on the bed these days and don't move around. I will try to apply medicine to you on time to help you heal your injuries."

After finishing speaking, Kuishan turned around and gave Litu some chattering instructions, and then walked out of the stone house with Litu's support.

Qin Ming was the only one left in the empty stone house in a blink of an eye. It was very quiet, and the sparks in the fire pit were crackling.

Qin Ming lay motionless on the bed and looked at the roof, thinking about the previous conversation with the old patriarch of Kuishan, but finally concentrated all his thoughts on the "Sacrificial Buddha Pagoda" and the black pagoda.

In the dark, he always had a feeling that the pagoda offering sacrifices to the Buddha had something to do with the black pagoda.

"Stay in Houtubu for a while, hoping to find out the connection between the Pagoda of Sacrifice and the Black Pagoda and find out the origin of the Black Pagoda." Qin Ming murmured.

There was a movement in his chest, Xiao Huo got out of his arms, looked around, and then rubbed against Qin Ming's face.

Qin Ming smiled and stroked Xiao Huo. If Xiao Huo hadn't pulled him out of the Forbidden Valley this time, if he got closer, it would not only be a broken bone, but he might even lose his life.

As soon as he thought of the Forbidden Valley, Qin Ming couldn't help but see the dark scene of the valley, and the dreamlike pool with endless murderous intent also appeared in his mind, and the final picture was frozen at the end he saw before he fell unconscious The huge figure behind the billowing water curtain seemed to be still echoing with that deafening roar.

"I must go to the Forbidden Valley again if I find a chance. Although it is dangerous there, it can cause the black tower to fluctuate. The last time it caused the violent fluctuation of the black tower was the Buddha's relic in the starry sky cemetery. There must be something in the pool. Big secret." Qin Ming muttered to himself.

At this moment, the door of the stone house was pushed open, and nearly two meters tall Litu walked into the room with his head bowed, holding a large bundle of various elixir in his left hand, exuding bright light and strong medicinal fragrance, and holding a bunch of medicines in his right hand. A large stone nest with a height of one meter and a large stone hammer more than one meter long.

With a bang, the stone nest was tried to be placed on the ground, the ground seemed to shake a few times, and then the large bundle of elixir was thrown on the ground casually.

Tried to smile honestly at Qin Ming, and then untied the elixir, threw each plant into the stone nest and smashed it with a stone hammer.

Qin Ming's attention shifted from Litu to the large bundle of elixir next to him, and his eyes almost popped out when he saw it.

That large bundle of elixir was all of high value, all of which were third- and fourth-tier elixir, and he even saw a fifth-tier Chiri Nine Sun Fruit, although it was not many years old, the medicinal power was not too strong , but it is indeed a fifth-order elixir!
It is the bundle of elixir in front of me, if it is sold outside, it will be enough to create a small family.

When did elixir begin to be discussed in bundles instead of plants?This wild frontier is really full of spiritual treasures as the outside world said, and the spiritual medicines are all bundled up as weeds and used!Qin Ming, who was in shock, couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he thought that these elixirs would be applied to his body later, and sighed: "This time, the healing will have to wipe out a whole family. Just this healing treatment, It is estimated that even Zhao’s royal family can’t compare to it.”

(End of this chapter)