"Open the mountain!"

"Please God!"

But at this time when the world was in chaos, disasters were coming from twelve different directions, heading straight towards Laoyin Mountain.

Now that the strange wind has blown it far into the forest, Dabai looks like midnight in Laoyin Mountain. Dayangzhaizi takes the lead, and the mountain worship ceremony on the eighth day of the lunar month has also begun.

The saints hold incense, the guests pay homage, and the people pray.

The second master was the incense holder, with a red silk wrapped around his waist and three sticks of incense in his hand. He walked out step by step from Dayangzhai. Beside him were two grass dragons tied up by the villagers, flying in the air.

swim.

Behind him are the players, who beat the gongs and drums loudly. Every time he walks ten feet, he will stay and put the incense in his hand on the roadside, and then the people around him who offer incense will add three more sticks to him.

This is to pay homage to all kinds of ghosts and gods, grass dragons clear the way, ghosts and gods bow their heads, lonely souls and wild ghosts all receive the incense.

After Caolong, the villagers, women and elders followed, holding corn, adzuki beans and other sacrifices in their hands. The younger ones followed behind with paper bundles and incense candles.

Later, they also went to the two pillars of incense and burned them.

Along the way we arrived at the place of mountain sacrifice, which was in front of Hu Maganniang. The incense table and the altar had already been set up.

General Baoliang and other people who came from all over Mingzhou to watch the ceremony had been waiting here, watching the second master, protected by two grass dragons, slowly approaching the incense table with a solemn expression.

He inserted the three sticks of incense in his hand into the incense burner, then took three steps back, and then started to kowtow respectfully and lead others.

After kowtowing three times, he stood up on his knees. The old patriarch next to him had already handed a yellow frame to his hand. The second master unfolded the yellow frame and recited a prayer loudly. This was a message for ghosts and gods. The content was

Most of them are about praying for blessings and warding off disasters.

Outside, people with excellent diction are often required to write, but in the village they don't pay attention to this. Instead, they are easy to understand, and simple people have a sense of depth.

After each verse he recited, he would kowtow, get up and burn incense, and people around him would make offerings.

The people behind him, and even those watching the ceremony, kowtowed and burned incense and candles on the ground.

In the forest, incense was billowing, and a certain mysterious and ancient aura gradually grew in the incense, lingering around and covering the people worshiping the mountain.

The evil wind in the mountains gets stronger and the darkness above the head becomes heavier, but in this thick and gentle scent of incense, the evil wind seems to be blocked out.

…

…

"Are you...are you okay?"

Not far away from the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the mountain, Zhao Sanyi and Chen Abao didn't even care about the eldest lady of the Meng family who fell to the ground. They stepped forward to support Hu Ma. Their faces were full of worry, and they could even clearly see that

, they looked deeply ashamed in each other's eyes.

"I...I'm fine."

Hu Ma took a few deep breaths and thought to herself that the cost of asking for disaster was indeed very high.

Although he was protected by his natal temple, the fourth incense stick was equivalent to giving up directly. The Meng family should be responsible for the cause and effect. However, there was still an invisible backlash, and he almost lost his mind, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

But without the blood, the play wouldn't be so real.

"It's wonderful, it's so magical..."

While they were tense, the lunatic who crawled out of the coffin had already clapped his hands and screamed, but he looked directly in the direction of the mountain sacrifice: "It turns out that the young master of the Hu family has been prepared for a long time.

, this is ready, this is ready..."

"It's a good way to use the temple gods to ward off disasters, but it's not enough, haha, it's not enough..."

"Twelve disasters are unprecedented. The Meng family has spent a lot of money this time. The young master of the Hu family can't stop it..."

"..."

"Twelve disasters?"

They had already guessed that the strange phenomenon in the mountains was because the Meng family ignored the dissuasion and invited disaster. However, when they heard the number "twelve", Zhao Sanyi and others couldn't help being frightened.

He suddenly turned his head and glanced at the madman. Because the people who benefited the Sun family rarely interacted with the other ten surnames, he didn't recognize who he was, but just by listening to his words, he guessed the identity.

"How is it possible? The Meng family...are they really so cruel?"

He was frightened and yelled. Suddenly the sleeve in his hand drooped down and was as wide as a cloth bag. Then he quickly dug into the sleeve and actually took out a basket of eggs. Then he didn't even look at it.

Lift it up and throw the entire basket to the ground.

The eggs overturned and broke into countless pieces.

He squatted down hurriedly and counted quickly in the basket, his face turned extremely pale.

Twelve!

There were exactly twelve eggs that were broken. No more, no less.

"This damn..."

He paused for a moment before suddenly shouting at the top of his lungs: "That guy is really a lunatic?"

"The twelve disasters, how can he harm people without talking about it, and without even thinking about how lucky the Meng family is, can he be able to bear these twelve disasters?"

"..."

Realizing the seriousness of the problem, even Chen Abao and Miss Zhou fell silent for a while. Instead, they spit out a mouthful of blood. Hu Ma, who was slowly adjusting his breathing and regaining his composure, sighed heavily.

To other people's ears, it sounded like they were trying their best to suppress the unhappiness in their hearts. They looked intently at the lunatic in the robbery door and said in a deep voice: "Sacrifice to the mountain, sacrifice to the mountain..."

"With this sacrifice in Laoyin Mountain, can you... be able to ward off the disaster for my young master?"

"..."

"Not enough, not enough..."

The lunatic who climbed out of the coffin didn't mind the flax that buried him before. In other words, now that he had something fun to do, he didn't care about the flax at all.

He was jumping around in a hurry, looking like he was crazy, but his steps were very precise, as if he was quickly measuring a certain direction, and finally he knelt on the ground, walked forward on his knees, and crawled.

After more than ten feet, we arrived at the foot of the cliff at the edge of the valley.

He raised his head slightly and blew a breath.

This breath was blown very carefully and was almost inaudible, but suddenly a gust of wind formed, blowing away the dead vines, weeds, and messy branches and leaves entangled on the cliff, revealing an eagle's nest on the cliff.

Come.

Everyone had very sharp eyesight and suddenly saw that there was a nest of eaglets in the nest. A male eagle spread its wings and kept flapping and threatening.

But next to it, there were more than a dozen evil snakes in colorful colors, with their heads raised and ready to attack. Their dark green eyes were staring at the nest. From time to time, they would arch their bodies, uttering condolences non-stop, and almost eject themselves. Then they ushered in.

The eagle flapped hard.

Now it is the first month of the year, when the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, snakes should hibernate and eagles will not hatch at this time, but they all appear here, and the two of them are together, and the madman who stole the disaster is even more

He stared at the spider web and whispered:

"The young master of the Hu family is so smart, he thought of using the temple gods to ward off disasters..."

"Palace God, there are too few, too few, they are all hiding..."

"He can persuade this temple god to stop the disaster, which is clever, but he can't stop it. No one can stop the twelve disasters..."

"He is just using the method of offering sacrifices to the mountain to coax the few remaining temple gods to come and serve as his backers, but this idea is far, far away from the incense..."

"..."

As he kept talking, everyone saw that no matter how ferocious the big eagle was on the cliff, a group of snakes were approaching. Seeing that the situation was weakening, the nest of young eagles in the eagle's nest was also gone.

Life hangs in the balance.

'There may not be enough incense in Laoyin Mountain...'

And Hu Ma just looked at it coldly, thinking slowly in her heart: 'What if that is the case, plus the incense from elsewhere?'

…

…

With Laoyin Mountain as the core, there are people who bring disaster in all eleven directions.

When that gust of evil wind blew and forced these disaster relief people who did not dare to take a step beyond that limit, the disaster relief team was composed of the Meng family's officials and generals, and even the blood of their relatives.

, it was completely out of control.

The eldest son of the Meng family, who was far away in Yanzhou, didn't know why the situation suddenly got out of control, and those who were guarding the disaster victims also didn't know.

They were almost frightened to despair when they saw that the disaster sender actually stepped out of bounds.

Some people screamed in panic and wanted to step forward to stop them, but before they could get closer, the lambs, chickens, dogs, ducks and dolphins held in the arms of the disaster sender all stiffly turned their heads.

Empty eyes looked at them, and they fell straight down.

In an instant, his body shriveled up, and densely packed flies emerged from his sleeves, collar, and trouser legs.

Seeing this scene, some people wanted to escape, but after a few steps of escaping, they met the same end.

The people next to me knew how powerful it was, so they could only grit their teeth and follow the disaster. Those who should play the music and play the ritual curtains that should be played continued to play the ritual curtains. But even so, there was always fear in their hearts that they would not be able to play well.

Got up.
To be continued...