The Beyonder of Xingyue Gensokyo Chapter 1267

"However, your pain is only temporary, and soon you will find that your fate has already changed. You will not be forever on the verge of hell without making any progress. You will not be bound by hell for your whole life. Actually, you should thank me, love..."

After whispering something to himself, Liang Yiluo started to walk towards the small village.

Everything is planned, and what will happen in the next ten years has been recorded in Liangyiluo's Akasha's pupil.

If they want to defeat themselves, the Onmyoji will definitely think of summoning Lord Taishan, and the love in front of them is the prop they need.

Liang Yiluo needs to see Lord Taishan, whether it is the real body or the avatar, but if he summons him or her himself, the will that seems to be the same as restraint and merges with the death of this world will definitely not Come see for yourself.

Therefore, he needs to borrow the hands of others, and Onmyoji is naturally the best choice.

Liangyiluo needs to take away the power of the underworld from the hands of Lord Taishan!

He raised his head and looked at the path outside the forest, an old onmyoji just came over, he was the patriarch of a certain onmyoji family, he was tricked here by Liangyi Luo's tricks.

"You see what happened here, and then six years later, you look back at what happened here."

With a slight hook at the corner of his mouth, everything is in silence, everything is under his control.

Holding the world in your hands, controlling the world, the pleasure of playing with others casually and the fate of the world is more comfortable and enjoyable than human beings taking drugs.

"Love... During the few years you lived, I will give you the happiness you deserve, whether it is material or spiritual... This is in return for sacrificing for me..."

Chapter 0170

In the peaceful small mountain village, there is a custom that modern people think is very annoying. Every seven years, they will enshrine a seven-year-old girl like a mountain god, thinking that the village will have a good harvest in the next seven years.

This is a world where gods and monsters exist. Human beings worship gods and fear monsters, so this custom has been maintained.

It's just that ignorant human beings don't know that whether it's gods or monsters, they don't need such useless sacrifices. What they need is faith and fear.

It was snowing heavily, unknowingly, the cherry blossoms in spring were gone, the pure white snowflakes covered the ground, the cold came, and the whole land fell into freezing cold and biting.

Winter is the season that people in ancient times least wanted to see. Every winter, some people would starve to death, some people would freeze to death, but tenacious human beings are still working hard to survive.

And love, since seeing that strange person in spring, he has never seen him until now.

"But why did you choose love!!"

In the home of love, Sendaro roared angrily.

This is a dilapidated hut, a small house built of wood and straw, although small, but very cozy.

In the middle of the house there was a hollow filled with firewood, and above the small hollow was a pot of steaming boiling water.

In this era, there is no heating or air conditioning. Apart from wearing as many clothes as possible, this is how to keep warm. Moreover, these fire lights can also be used as light at night. It is impossible for ordinary people to buy candles.

This is the home of love, a family struggling to make ends meet.

Faced with Sentaro's roar, Ai's parents were speechless. They just lowered their heads silently, holding in their hands the priestess costumes and some items for makeup and sacrifices sent by the shrine's head priest not long ago.

This pair of young people is not very big. In this age of early marriage and childbirth, the two are only in their early twenties, but their faces are full of wrinkles due to their miserable lives. They look more like Middle-aged people in their thirties and forties.

Xiantaro just yelled and kept silent. He also knew the reason for choosing love.

It's very simple, because everyone in the village thinks that love is a monster, and it is worthwhile to use a disgusted monster that wants to kill as a sacrifice in exchange for the village's harvest for the next seven years.

It's just that Xiantaro doesn't think so. He doesn't think Ai is a monster, and he doesn't want Ai to die like this. It's just that he is still young, and there is no way to save Ai.

Kneeling and sitting there like a puppet, Ai didn't respond, as if she didn't know that she was about to be sacrificed to the gods as a sacrifice, allowing her parents to put on light makeup for her.

Rouge, pink, and delicate red lips exude a seductive charm on the seven-year-old child, but the little girl's expressionless, puppet-like pretty face completely destroys this beauty.

Put on a headdress, tie a Buddhist bell, and put on a shrine maiden costume made of fine silk for love.

It is really ironic to say that the most beautiful and best piece of clothing in this village is not for people to wear, but for sacrifices that are about to die.

A touch of rouge made Ai's face look rosy, and the heavy snow outside seemed to be no longer so cold under the protection of the witch's costume.

"Sentaro..."

The loving parents spoke softly.

The faces of the two were firm, looking at Ai who was kneeling and obedient, she was the child of the two, the crystallization of the two, they couldn't just give up like this after all.

"We want to... ask you one thing..."

Xiantaro raised his head in a daze, but after seeing the resolute look of Ai's parents, he seemed to understand something...

Ai, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised her head. She turned her head and looked at the snow-covered land through the window. Seeing that person looking at her, he smiled faintly.

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Talismans are tied to the dilapidated torii. On the table in front of the shrine, there are all kinds of vegetables and meat. Those are sacrifices to the gods. The fire is burning. This rather simple ceremony is the most solemn sacrifice in this small village.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang..."

The crisp and melodious sound of the Buddha bell can be heard far away. This is the top of the mountain where the shrine is located. A long ramp stepped by people leads to the village not far away. Accompanied by her parents and other villagers, Ai wears Wearing a maiden costume, she walked step by step to the shrine on the top of the mountain, preparing to meet her own destiny.

The head of the shrine, that is, the head of the village, was dressed in a formal clergyman's attire, shaking the imperial coin in his hand, chanting words in his mouth, and speaking in Liangyiluo's view, there was no mysterious sacrificial language.

"Then, go to the mountain god with a purified body and mind..."

After finishing the preparations, the Almighty just turned his head and glanced at the three kneeling people, and said calmly.

Ai, who was wearing a red and white priestess costume, bowed her head deeply, her face was still expressionless, it was her somewhat indifferent look that was considered a monster by the people in the village.

Love, not human at all...

Ai didn't speak, neither did her parents, but after bowing respectfully, she slowly left the shrine with love, and walked to the back mountain of the shrine, where there was a small bird's-eye view, Ai will be locked in Inside, slowly waiting to die as a sacrifice.

After the torii, it is called the kingdom of gods. When Ryogi falls to the shrine where he worships himself, he will have the illusion for a moment, thinking that he is omnipotent there, but now Ryogi is standing in this shrine. Inside, no sign of any god could be found.

He looked indifferently at the villagers lighting torches and sending love to death together. The gods they believed in did not exist at all. These guys were just a group of truly ignorant villagers.

In this era when almost all the gods have fallen, even if there are gods, except for the existence like Shenqi who is almost detached from this world, they are just some guys who are similar to monsters.

"You were born in the worst age... Love..."

Liangyiluo tilted her head, and smiled softly at Ai who was walking slowly.

He stood in the crowd, and the people nearby seemed to be unable to see him, and they just subconsciously walked away from him.

Ai raised her head, widened her brown eyes, and saw Liang Yiluo again, that strange man who was like a ghost, haunting her deeply.

Chapter 0171 Painful Love

"Love, this is here..."