Wangchen asked Beishui about how to subdue the left and right sacrifice. Beishui took off a weird horse-head pendant from his neck, green, and said seriously: "Just rely on it."

The three of them looked closer together, and Mu Yuan asked, "What is this?" After saying that, he reached out to touch it.

"Grilled poison." Beishui replied lightly, and Mu Yuan immediately shrank his hand back.

"Do you want to poison them? Or do you want to poison them?" Chu Xunyu asked with a smile, "You still have to poison them in the Baizhong Sect, which is closely guarded?"

"You don't know anything." Beishui slowly explained.

It turns out that Baizhong Buddhism has always had a tradition of festivals, and there are many festivals than Han sects in the Central Plains, because almost all the sects in the Central Plains are Han people, with a single festival and a multi-ethnic family in southern Xinjiang. The Ming Dian Master established the rule at the beginning that all ethnic groups who join Baizhong Buddhism must register and book the important festivals. According to the dates of these festivals, Baizhong Buddhism will send people to the people to participate in the celebration of local people every year. The corresponding church members within Baizhong Buddhism can also hold celebration ceremonies. The church not only does not interfere, but will provide support.

Ju means that everyone is a family, unity and friendly. It will not take long to arrive at the important festival of the Dai people and the Benglong tribe. According to the previous rules, Dao Yuxin is currently the supreme leader of the Dai people in the church. She should preside over the festival and send the village leaders or gangsters of the Benglong tribe to the place. However, Dao Yuxin has been forced to retreat over the years, so it is definitely not allowed to show up in public, so the left and right rituals are temporarily hosted by the church in recent years, so this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Songkan Festival?" Mu Yuan asked in surprise, "I haven't heard of it, how important is it?"

"Very important." Beishui told everyone that this is like the Spring Festival between the Dai and the Benglong people. A very grand sacrificial ceremony will be held at that time. There will be a total of seven days before and after. Many people will splash each other with basins, because these two tribes believe that water can dispel unlucky things and play a role in purifying the soul. In order to show that they are close to the people, the left and right sacrificial festivals will participate throughout the process. One of them is to eat rice cakes and drink glutinous rice wine. It is most appropriate to poison it at this time.

"Splash water on each other?" Mu Yuan was happy. "This festival is so fun. We have never played it like this before. After we go back, I will make one, so I will just call it "Splashing Festival". By the way, we will burn a basin of boiling oil and disguise it in. Taking advantage of the crowds of people, we will pour it over and pour it over. Oh, that's a pleasure."

"Then they slapped you to death." Chu Xunyu gave him a blank look and said to Beishuidao, "continue."

The pendant that Beishui took out is of a large origin. This thing is a recipe that Beishui himself interpreted from ancient songs. Hei Sangweng helped him prepare it. It is a kind of poison left by the ancient Dian Kingdom. It can only be mixed with wine. It is colorless and tasteless. The poisoned person only has three days. On the first day, he feels extremely experienced. On the second day, he is tired. On the third day, he will lose all his cultivation, lose his hair, fall off his hands, eyes, ears and noses, and die on a large scale. He is ferocious and painful. At that time, he just needs to put it in the wine of the left and right sacrifices. When the poison comes, he will face them and exchange them for the antidote and force them to hand over the holy relics.

Chu Xunyu was silent for a while and asked Beishui meaningfully: "Is there really an antidote?"

Beishui bit his lip and then slowly replied: "No, since I promised not to tell lies, then I will tell the truth. In fact, there was an antidote, in ancient songs, but I didn't do it at all, because this poison can be prepared for eight years, and the antidote will take fifteen years to produce one dose. How can I have time to do it?"

"Is it impossible or unwilling to do it?" Chu Xunyu pressed.

"Everything." Beishui answered firmly, "I can't do it and I don't want to do it for them. They owe our family life. We can talk about this principle. It is not an exaggeration to ask their lives to pay our family's lives."

None of the three of them said because they didn't know what to say. After waiting for a while, Beishui slowly said: "I said that I had asked the Ten Villages of Yanying Village for help. In fact, I was talking nonsense about his identity, but he would definitely help us. Our plan still has not changed. When we go to him, he will arrange for us to disguise ourselves and get into the celebration."

"Well, I know his identity is fake." Chu Xunyu said indifferently, "When you said he had a relative relationship with the previous generation of Wushe Village, I knew there was a problem, because you have also said that the Ming Dian Master does not allow blood relatives within a generation."

"I can't hide it from you." Beishui smiled awkwardly.

"There are many such inconsistent problems in the story you told." Chu Xunyu continued calmly, "I've all appeared."

"There's no way." Beishui shook his head regretfully, "The past events I said are generally correct, but I have modified some details myself. The price of telling a lie is to make up for it with more lies later, which will only reveal more. I don't want to say these things yet. Some things will be known in the future, but I'm afraid you will be more surprised if you know them."

"What about now?" Chu Xunyu asked, "Don't say that you have to go to the sect to find the Ten Village Masters now. It's too dangerous to break in."

"No," Beishui said, "We only need to pass through a few big villages along the way. According to the agreement, in fifteen days, the Ten Village Masters will meet us in a mountain south of Baizhong Education. I haven't seen him for many years."

"You are so sure he won't betray you?" Chu Xunyu asked back, "He has been in the church for so many years. What if things change?"

"Absolutely not." Beishui smiled bitterly, "Because he let me go and Heisangweng away back then, just like my relatives, I absolutely trust him."

At the same time, a guest was welcomed outside the gate of Baizhong Sect. An old man in black slowly walked towards him with a crutch. The guard at the door stopped him. The old man smiled and said, "I'll report to you that an old friend in Zhongyuan is visiting."

Several guards looked at each other, and some of them asked in Chinese: "Can you also ask about the origin of the senior master."

"There is no master, at least not now." The old man shook his head.

"This..." the guard said unhappily, "Senior, you should know the rules. Our Baizhong Sect only accepts Han Chinese cultivators of origin, and casual cultivators do not. Please leave."

"Oh, wait, wait." Lao Chen quickly touched his body with his right hand for a long time, and found a rough wooden doll with many strange words engraved on it. "Hehe, I'm old and have forgotten many rules. Please take this in and take it to the left and right priests of Zunjin."

Although the guard did not recognize it, the Baizhong School was famous and had some etiquette. Seeing that the person coming was not like an ordinary person, he said a while and then went in with a wooden doll. The old man was not anxious. He found a stone at the door and sat down. He looked at the many passing people coming in and out of the gate. He leaned his crutch against his body and hung his joints with his right hand. After a while, another guard next to him asked strangely: "Old man, is your left hand a little inconvenient?"

"Yes." The old man replied with a smile, "There is no way to go when you get older. There is a lot of rain in southern Xinjiang, so it is not very used to it every time you come here."

"Have you been here before?" the guard asked in surprise.

Before the old man could answer, suddenly more than fifty teachings ran out of the gate, surrounded by a fat man and a bald old man in the middle, and it was the left and right rituals. After seeing it, everyone quickly saluted. Dayouji did not say much, and came to the old man and stretched out his hand and said, "Please."

The old man nodded and replied to the guard who was bowing his head before leaving: "I have been here a few times many years ago." After that, he went in with the left and right sacrifices, leaving only the guards looking at each other below.

After watching the left and right Ji and his group welcomed the old man directly into the main hall, and after sitting down, they put in tea and cut into the topic directly, Da Zuo Ji took out the doll and said, "This thing was given by the first generation of Ming Dian Master, and it has been verified. You are here from afar. Since you have received the guest token of my Master, you must have something to come. According to the rules, we will take it back first. Friends, tell us your request."

The old man smiled and thanked everyone: "I am here to stay for a few days."

"What kind of trouble did you cause in the Central Plains?" Dayouji Kuairen said quickly.

"That's not true. I want to use the place of your religion to wait for others." The old man explained, "If I expected it was right, I would definitely come here soon. I have a period of cause and effect to be settled, so please don't stop me."

“Is it important for someone to come?”

"It's not very important. Just a junior in the Pure Awakening Stage of Buddhism and Taoism will take his life."

"Southern Xinjiang?"

"Central Plains people."

"Notice?"

"No."

"Oh, it turns out that I broke in without permission, so that's easy." Dazuoji nodded, "My friend, how about March?"

"Enough." The old man nodded.

"Okay, please." Dazuoji asked several sects to go to the hospitality place in the back mountain to find an elegant room to settle the old man.

It was not bad for the old man to enter the house. A tutor sent tea cakes and herbs as gifts, representing the Baizhong Education's intentions. The old man nodded, thanked him, took out a few rolls of silk and handed them over: "I'm sorry, guys, and there is another requirement. I don't like to be disturbed by nature. If I have nothing to do, don't let people come in, but if I have something to ask, I will go out and tell you what I want. Is this okay?"

"Thank you, senior." Several tutors took the silk and left respectfully.

The old man nodded, closed the door, took the brush on the table and wrote a few runes on the door frame. He pointed it at the finger and disappeared. Then he opened the window. Outside the window, you could see the scenery of Shanchan City. The winding Panlong River water passed through various houses, and the sunshine of Hexi was shining everywhere. The old man sat down lazily, holding tea in his hands and looked out the window, and said something with relief. He didn't know who said to anyone: "I never thought that Mingdian could build this foundation. It's really a change of things. The sects established by several broken thatched houses back then were so brilliant today. It's amazing. I live here and have the help of the Baizhong School. You can rest assured."
Chapter completed!