Chapter 3081 Heroic Spirit

After leaving the house, the night was inexplicably cold, and there was obviously no gust of wind, but it seemed like walking into a huge freezer. The bleak star and moonlight seemed to be the culprit, covering the trees, eaves, and stones with frost.

"Let's go to Jishan and take a look." Lingling said.

"I have been to the sacrifice mountain. The Red Devil has indeed stationed the huge evil power that can make him an emperor in the sacrifice mountain, but the whole sacrifice mountain is like a fortress, which cannot be destroyed by brute force. The West Guard Pavilion and the East Guard Pavilion are too close, if these evil forces leak out, it will instantly turn thousands of people into tyrannical devils." Mo Fan said.

The evil power is too huge. After all, this is collected by the Red Devils from filthy and evil places all over the world, so as to prepare for the ascension of the moonless night.

The entire sacrifice mountain is like a Pandora's box, even Mo Fan dare not open it easily. Only when the Red Devil feels that the time is ripe and turns this power into the power of ascension can Mo Fan be able to kill it just right. .

Before that, to touch the evil power is tantamount to exterminating the civilians in the Shuangshou Pavilion.

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Arriving at Jishan, a white stone stair road among the lush green bamboo forests leads directly to the gate of Jishan.

When Mo Fan and Lingling visited late at night, they found that the branches on the roadside slowly towards the mountain were covered with plain white silk, from the foot of the mountain to the temple, including those who looked like welcoming dolls. On the stone pier, white knots are tied one after another.

The two looked at each other. When did the sacrifice mountain get decorated like this, and why did it look like some kind of mourning festival?

Continuing to go up, Mo Fan soon saw the monk guarding the door and a few workers. They were busy in the night, but they were very careful and did not make any noise as much as possible.

Mo Fan and Lingling stepped forward, the monk guarding the mountain with a smile, just watched the two of them come.

"What are you doing?" Lingling asked.

"The festival is here." The monk replied.

"Tomorrow?" Lingling asked.

"Yeah, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is a lunar eclipse." Lingling continued.

"Yes, it's a lunar eclipse. Most of the heroic spirits on the sacrifice mountain are not known to people. They are like the ancient night watchers.

It quietly guards every household, so every year when the lunar eclipse arrives in this month, those of us who are guarding the pavilion will come here to mourn them, especially those young people. ' the monk continued.

"How come I've never heard anyone mention it??" Mo Fan was a little surprised.

"Why do you want to mention it, everyone has their own heroic spirits they revere, and every year young people have to tell about one thing they have done in the past year on the night of the festival. One thing you did, probably it was a little secret before it was publicly told, so it won't be mentioned before. However, I believe every child of you remembers it." The monk smiled gently.

"Just young people?" Lingling then asked.

"Yes, after the age of twenty-five, there is no need to participate in this festival. After all, a person is already formed at the age of twenty-five, and what kind of person he will become can be basically determined at the age of twenty-five. This festival is for those young people who are easy to get confused, easy to fall, easy to go astray," said the monk.

"In other words, tomorrow night, young people and teenagers under the age of 25 in the Shuangshou Pavilion will gather here?" Lingling said.

"Yes, everyone will come, and no one will ever be absent." The monk said with certainty.

"Can you be more specific?" Lingling asked eagerly.

"Have you seen the spirit cards displayed in the temple? Each spirit card represents a heroic spirit, and each heroic spirit represents a spirit. In short, we use each heroic spirit as a young man and a child. They set up a heroic example in their hearts when they were young, familiarize themselves with the heroic spirit's past, learn the spirit of this heroic spirit, and even try to imitate the heroic spirit that has done admirable things. ..." said the monk.

Lingling frowned when she heard these words.

Familiar with the deeds of the heroic spirits...

Learning the spirit of Heroic Spirits...

To imitate what the Heroic Spirit once praised.

"I understand why the people on the list of sacrifices to the mountain will die one after another." Lingling said suddenly.

"Aren't they under the influence of evil power?" Mo Fan wondered.

"It was influenced by evil forces, but it was also affected by the spirit of the heroic spirit. Originally, the spirit card was only used as an example for every young person. Because of the huge evil force brought by the Red Devils, the spirit of the heroic spirit took root in the minds of every young person. , so that he will do things that will accomplish his goals even if he sacrifices his own life." Lingling said.

Both Lingling and Ozawa have compared the visiting list, and many of them have died, but their deaths are all "reasonable".

At that time, Lingling could not determine whether they were affected by the Red Devil's magnetic field, or whether it was their own problems, and there was no real result after that, until now Lingling finally understands!

Their deaths are in line with the spirit of Heroic Spirit! !

They are imitating...

"Master, did the temple lose a heroic spirit card, and it wasn't long ago?" Lingling asked.

"How did you know?" Monk Shoushan asked a little surprised. He looked at Lingling and explained after a few seconds, "Because there is some small controversy about this Heroic Spirit card, I didn't care too much about it suddenly disappearing."

"I understand, thank you master, we also want to participate in this festival for young people tomorrow night, can you?" Lingling asked with a smile.

"Of course, I wish you all the best." The monk replied.

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Twilight is approaching, the plain silk is gently swaying in the evening wind, it seems that after a whole night of decoration, the whole sacrifice mountain has become different. Distinctive color.

Some black ink was written on the white silk, like lantern riddles, for people to enjoy.

One after another, young people and teenagers set foot on the sacrificial mountain. They all wore solemn kimonos. There were no colorful colors, but very light colors, and there were not even any patterns, including women's kimonos.

They are all young people, and there are not many important people in Shuangshou Pavilion. It seems that this is already a convention.

Everyone stepped into the sacrifice mountain in twos and threes. Many futons were placed in front of the temple. Everyone sat down in the order in which they came, facing the temple with the Yingling card.

They weren't overly serious either, and they could be heard talking and laughing.

But as the Heroic Spirit cards were slowly pushed out of the room and in front of everyone, everyone stopped smiling.