Chapter 139: God-Summoning Ceremony

Yang Qingyin did not hide her whereabouts. Although this place is not owned by Taoism, it is still part of Pangshan Mountain. It is only a few dozen miles away from the Ancestor Peak where she has lived since she was a child. It is even closer than Zhiyong. To a Taoist priest with the third level of breathing It's just a short distance away.

The disciples of the Taoist sect have strange thoughts about mortals. They feel that they are just as human as themselves, but they also despise their life span of less than a hundred years and their short knowledge. Of course, Yang Qingyin cannot get rid of this kind of thinking. She stood at the foot of the mountain and looked at The team of hundreds of people meandered forward, giving rise to an invisible and unfamiliar feeling.

There were men, women, and children in the team. Each one held a three-headed statue in his hand. They marched in a weird and swaying posture. They stopped every five steps and shouted "Thunder" in unison. It seemed ridiculous at first, but slowly became more and more popular. A little more solemn.

An old woman in the middle of the team took out a statue and handed it to Yang Qingyin a dozen steps away.

"Are you Mei Chuan'an's mother?" she asked, taking out the statue and shaking it to show that she had one too.

The old woman shook her head without answering, put away the statue, paused in her steps and shouted "Thunder".

The team climbed up the mountainside like a giant centipede. The short, fat old woman at the back walked with a normal posture and stopped in front of Yang Qingyin, "I am Mei Chuanan's mother."

"I'm Mu Xingqiu's... friend. He has something to do and can't come. I'll watch the God-summoning ceremony on his behalf."

"I hope he can come. This is a rare opportunity, but - welcome, is your surname Shen or Yang?"

Yang Qingyin was only a few years old when Mei Chuan'an became a demon. She knew about this incident but had never seen him. "My surname is Yang and my name is Yang Qingyin. You really know Lao Zufeng very well."

Only mortals in Jinghu Village can recognize the characteristics of Pangshan Taoist disciples at a glance. Granny Mei stretched out a hand and motioned Yang Qingyin to follow her, "Although I have never been up there, my son always says to me every time he goes down the mountain. Many things happened on the mountain... He reached the Starfall state at the age of twenty-eight."

"I have heard of him. The youngest Xingluo Taoist priest in the Nine Dao Tradition's three hundred years, he is only a little worse than Zuo Liuying. Yang Qingyin laughed a few times, "I may not reach this level in my life. "

"Oh, I'd rather he didn't even have Dao roots and just farmed the land, got a wife, and had children in the village."

Yang Qingyin didn't know how to talk to an old mortal. In Pangshan, a person's age had nothing to do with his appearance. Shen Shang, who is more than a hundred years old, is still like a child, and his head is white-haired and his heart will never grow old. Taoist priests rarely regret. This is a sign of weak will and will delay practice, even if they do something wrong. They will not give birth to hope of doing it all over again, but will work hard to cut off the entanglements and move forward.

“The wisest people are willing to take the riskiest path,

Others can't see through it, but he enjoys it. "

Yang Qingyin just said something perfunctory. She had heard similar words countless times since she was a child, but Granny Mei was deeply moved, with a strange look on her face. Holding one of her arms tightly, "You are right, my son is the smartest person, Jinghu Village is full of mediocre people, and there are not many sharp-eyed people in Pangshan Taoism. They didn't even see clearly. The truth is, my son is not a demon, he is a prophet. He saw what happened today more than ten years in advance."

Yang Qingyin began to feel uncomfortable, and finally understood why that bastard Mu Xingqiu refused to come to see Granny Mei. The old woman was so stubborn that she could no longer listen to other people's words, and even regarded all words as agreeing with her own opinions. If this is a practitioner, this is a sure sign of being possessed.

Mortals cannot become possessed by demons, or there is no point in becoming possessed by demons. Demons look down on weak ordinary humans, and coincidences like Bald Man's are rare.

"Will anything be summoned in today's summoning ceremony?" Yang Qingyin changed the topic.

"No one can predict in advance what the ancient gods will give, but I will sincerely pray for a powerful protective object. I hope that Taoist Yang can hand it over to the catechumen for me. He is a good man with a kind heart and one of the few Someone who understands the greatness of my Son.”

Yang Qingyin frowned slightly, feeling that the old woman was really hopeless. The "catechumen" refused the invitation, but she still couldn't understand the other party's true feelings.

The mountain is not very high and is covered with low shrubs, but the top of the mountain is bare. A team of more than a hundred people automatically formed a circle without lighting a fire. Everyone looked up at the round and big moon and swayed in place. Back and forth, still shouting "Thunder" in unison every once in a while.

"Taoist priests never participate in this kind of thing, but if you are willing, you can stand in the middle and feel the power of the ancient gods." Granny Mei pointed to the middle of the bare mountain top, where a stone more than three feet high stood. Glittering slightly in the moonlight.

Yang Qingyin just came to see weird people and strange things. Granny Mei can indeed be called a weirdo. The weird things in the summoning ceremony have not happened yet, so of course she will not refuse, "Okay, I am willing to stand in the middle." She breathed three times. The Taoist priest has no fear of mortal methods, "But if I scare the ancient gods, don't be angry."

Granny Mei smiled and said, "No, absolutely not."

She did not make it clear whether the ancient gods would not be frightened, or whether they would not be angry.

Yang Qingyin walked to the stone on the top of the mountain. After thinking about it, she decided that it would be better not to sit down. She took out a hairpin and bit it in her mouth. She rolled up her long hair and inserted the hairpin into it, becoming a standard Pangshan Taoist priest.

Grandma Mei stood in the middle of the human wall. She had her own place and was very important. She held the statue with both hands and raised it high above her head. Everyone got the hint and stopped shaking and making no sound. Their eyes turned to the full moon in the sky. Go to the female Taoist priest in the middle.

Yang Qingyin felt uncomfortable again, but she was not afraid, nor would she run away. She held her head high, hid her left hand in her sleeve, and held the stolen pearl. If it was just for fun, it would be fine. If the so-called ancient god dared to do it seriously, she would not be afraid.

This was a strange song, and each word was dragged out, and it sounded like an everlasting whistle. Yang Qingyin didn't understand a word, but she found it very interesting.

Slowly, others sang along, and Yang Qingyin was immersed in it, and gradually felt a sense of sadness. This was probably a song for the living to mourn the dead. Mortals had a different understanding of death than Taoists. They had more fantasies, thinking that the soul could still exist after death and could feel the call of their relatives. They didn't know that the soul would completely dissipate after 49 days without leaving any trace.

But she still felt sad, as if someone she loved deeply would never appear again. Taoists also have joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness. But cultivation is to get rid of the interference and restraint of these emotions. Yang Qingyin knew that she should not get lost in sadness, but she was reluctant to get rid of it.

Sadness also has its charming side, sometimes even more powerful than joy. No one can keep smiling for days or years, but many people are addicted to sadness, even if this sadness has no reason. He is willing to stay in it and enjoy the floating feeling of falling.

Yang Qingyin's situation is not so serious. As a Taoist priest, she can always maintain a clear mind, monitor her falling speed, and pull herself up before the danger really comes.

I don't know how long it took. Yang Qingyin broke free from the sad mood, pouted, and felt that the ancient god was really capable.

The mortals around were still singing slowly. They couldn't get rid of sadness easily, nor did they want to get rid of it, so some people burst into tears and some trembled all over. Even children in their teens have hidden sad things, and at this moment, they all came to his mind, making him unable to control himself.

Only Granny Mei was smiling. She squinted her eyes, as if she was in a fantasy. She held the statue firmly with both hands. The sadness seemed to satisfy her. The three heads were faintly smiling. Even the skull and the thunder-shaped face were smiling in a strange way.

Such a scene was too weird. Yang Qingyin became alert. The Stealing Pearl in the palm of her left hand slowly rotated. She knew that there were all kinds of side door magic in the world, but none of them could compare with the 18 branches of the Taoist tradition. Even the Mind-Reading Branch with only one disciple was much more powerful than these magics.

She would not hurt the mortals on the top of the mountain. But if necessary, they had to know that the so-called ancient gods were just a trick. Yang Qingyin reluctantly admitted that Xin Youtao's previous disdainful attitude was correct.

The Stealing Pearl suddenly became hot.

This bead was not the main magic weapon, but a protective magic weapon like the lamp, mirror, and bell. It would never get hot for no reason.

Yang Qingyin turned around and saw a group of wolves going up the mountain, led by a one-eyed black wolf. Mu Xingqiu said that this was not a demon king, but it did look like one.

This group of wolves walked slowly, not at all like they were going to attack. They seemed to have no interest in the humans who were surrounding them.

Yang Qingyin's eyes were more accurate than Xiaoqiu's. She saw the undoubted demonic aura from the one-eyed black wolf. It was this demonic aura that aroused the vigilance of the pearl thief, but it was only a faint trace, and the only effect seemed to be to make it bigger.

The wolves dispersed to both sides, and there was a wolf squatting beside each person. The one-eyed black wolf chose Granny Mei.

More than a hundred people, more than a hundred wolves, no more, no less. The wolves did not bark, the people were not startled, and everything was peaceful.

Even Yang Qingyin, who liked strange people and strange things, found such a scene disturbing. She walked towards Granny Mei and stared at the black wolf at her feet.

More than ten steps away, kans.com Yang Qingyin suddenly showed the stealing pearl. She wanted to see if this wolf had any hidden power.

The fan-shaped light stopped a few inches in front of the black wolf and could no longer move forward.

The black wolf took a step forward and actually forced the light back, then spoke. This was definitely an ability that an animal with only a trace of demonic energy could have. "Why you?" It said, its voice sounded disappointed and angry, "You are not the one I want."

"What a pity." Yang Qingyin was about to make a move when a figure jumped up from the bottom of the mountain and shouted loudly: "They want to rescue the demon king!"

Xiaoqiu finally arrived and stopped behind Grandma Mei, looking at the circle formed by people and wolves.

The black wolf turned around and suddenly stood up. Under the gaze of the two Taoist priests of Pangshan, he turned into a long-haired man without a single piece of clothing on his body. However, he had no shame and stared at the newcomers with a happy smile on his face: "The demon king is my twin brother. His fall into the hands of Taoist priest Pangshan is an irreparable loss for the demon race, but I am not here to save him. An ordinary wolf is not worth my rescue. I came for you, Mu Xingqiu, the messenger of the demon race, I came for you."

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