At this moment, far away in the Miao border, in an inaccessible mountain valley, among the trees, there is a small mountain village made of big rocks.

The village is not big, with about a hundred or so families. The environment is quiet, the terrain is dangerous, and it is far away from the hustle and bustle of the world.

In the center of the village, there is a tall ancestral hall. Although it is old, you can still vaguely see its grandeur.

Entering the ancestral hall, there is a yellowed portrait on the wall near the back. In the painting, it is a cloud dragon with teeth and claws, its eyes are blazing, lifelike and awe-inspiring.

In front of the portrait is a tall square table with incense candles placed on both sides of the square table. In the middle is an incense burner with thumb-thick incense burning in it.

Under the square table is a long, shorter table. The table is covered with densely packed wooden plaques, with names engraved on them in Miao language.

The ground is made of large shiny bluestone, and there are several futons near the long table, as if it were a scene in a gym.

Not far away, there was a little girl of thirteen or fourteen years old, wiping the table with a linen cloth.

Suddenly, a crisp sound suddenly sounded, causing the little girl to follow the sound subconsciously.

At this glance, the little girl's expression suddenly changed, her body froze in place, and she stared at a memorial tablet with a horrified expression.

On the wooden sign, several lines were cracked on a tablet. In her eyes, the soft sound of the tablet did not stop. In just three or five breaths, it cracked into several pieces and fell over.

"ah……"

When there was no movement at the tablet, the little girl suddenly woke up, screamed, and ran away from the back of the ancestral hall.

"Ancestor, it's not good!"

Along the way, the little girl shouted loudly with a clear voice. When she came to a house inside, she pushed the door open and broke in.

The room is decorated in ancient Chinese style and is antique. Maybe because of the location, the light is dark.

Opposite the door, there is still a lit incense, and under the incense, there are two futons, with two women, one old and one young, sitting on them.

The old woman's hair is sparse, her face is covered with wrinkles, and she is completely skinny. Fortunately, there are two soft brilliance hidden in her deep eye sockets.

In this way, the old woman's appearance is not scary, but has a kind feeling, which makes people calm down just by looking at her. She is wearing a colorful robe, closing her eyes and thinking about her fingers.

Opposite is a young girl with a face like a squab, wearing Miao clothes, beautiful appearance, fresh and refined, sitting opposite the old woman, making seals with her hands, and mumbling something with her full red lips.

Seeing the little girl who suddenly came in rashly, they both opened their eyes and turned around to look.

Guza, this is an ancestral hall. How many times have I told you not to shout or yell here, otherwise you will anger the gods.

The old woman shook her head slightly, half-closed her eyes again, and whispered an instruction.

"But... our ancestors..."

The little girl named Guza was breathing heavily and didn't know how to speak.

"Gu girl, tell me what happened!"

The woman on the side had bright eyes, as if there was a golden light flowing around her. She lightly weighed the corner of her clothes and said softly.

"Yes, Sister Jingjing, ah no, Your Highness the Saint!"

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, she immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, and couldn't help but spit out her sweet tongue. Seeing that the other party had no intention of blaming her, she hurriedly said: "Your Highness the Saint... Bian Dehai's Soul Card... was just broken!

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quiet!

As soon as the little girl finished speaking, the old woman's movement of reciting her hands suddenly stopped. Surprise flashed in the eyes of the saint named Jingjing, and she was no longer calm. Her expression tightened and she said: "What?"

"It wasn't me. I didn't break it. It broke it on its own. It's none of my business. I've always been very careful."

Looking at the expressions of the two, the little girl waved her hands hurriedly, looking a little anxious.

"Guza, go out and do your work!"

At this moment, the old woman opened her eyes again, waved her wide sleeves, and spoke.

"Forehead……"

Guza wanted to explain more, but he seemed to respect the old woman so much that he did not dare to retort. He hurriedly bowed and said respectfully: "Yes, ancestor!"

After saying that, he walked out of the door carefully without forgetting to close the door.

The door closed, and the room became even darker. Only the trembling incense in the incense burner flickered, solidifying the atmosphere in the place and depressing it again.

"Mother-in-law, are you okay?"

Jingjing looked at the old woman, hesitated for a long time, and then asked.

The old woman didn't speak, she just shook her head gently. After a while, she seemed to sigh, as if saying to herself: "What a sin!"

"Mother-in-law, who is this Bian Dehai? Why have I never seen this person before?"

Jingjing's eyes flashed, with a trace of confusion on her face, and she finally bit her lip and asked.

The old woman didn't seem to hear Jingjing's words, with a look of reminiscence on her face. After a long time, she slowly said: "The previous saint, Shangguan Jing, is a good seedling. I thought she would carry forward our witchcraft religion, but I didn't expect her to be so unfair."

To live up to expectations, he actually slept with mortals and blasphemed the gods..."

Jingjing was even more confused after hearing this. She naturally understood a little about the old woman's words, but she didn't understand why the high priest, who had always been so secretive about this matter, suddenly mentioned it.

But then, her eyes flashed, and she suddenly thought of something. The words came to her lips, she wanted to say something, but she shut up again.

"Yes, this Bian Dehai is Jing'er's child!"

The old woman's eyes were like fire, and she knew Jingjing's thoughts very well. She was immediately scorched, coughed, and said with a solemn expression: "According to the rules of our witch sect, the saint is the slave of our holy king, and she must serve the holy king all her life.

Yes, it’s a pity that we ended the inheritance of the Holy King a thousand years ago.”

"Jing'er was unwilling to be alone, had an affair with others, blasphemed the gods, and deserved to be punished. However, when the matter was exposed, Jing'er came to me with her baby in her arms and begged me to take good care of her child. She was willing to work with that child.

Those who commit adultery must die to apologize..."

Listening to the old woman's unhurried words, Jingjing was shocked. She knew that the previous saint had an affair with someone, but she didn't expect that there would be twists and turns later.

But after listening to it in one breath, she understood why there was a tablet of Bian Dehai here.

"Mother-in-law, then why do you want Bian Dehai to join the Qingcheng Sect!"

Hearing the old woman mention that the other party was in the Qingcheng Sect, Jingjing's expression flashed and she said in surprise.

"The person who is sleeping with Jing'er is a disciple of the Qingcheng Sect!" The old woman's words were not serious, but Jingjing was stunned.

"The origins of our witchcraft have been passed down, and we also have the incense of the Qingcheng sect here, but it's just that without the guidance of the Holy King, our witchcraft has been in decline."

"Maybe it's a punishment. Jing'er's child has been naughty since he was a child and doesn't like the life here. I had no choice but to let him join the Qingcheng sect. Later I heard that his mind was not right. Now he has finally received evil retribution for his sin!"

"Then what do we do?"

After learning the whole story, Jingjing also had a look of emotion on her face, and then she got to the point.
Chapter completed!