It is suitable for the miracle of not fearing fire and burning firewood with a blink of an eye, and it perfectly achieves the goal of losing the people.

Even if those witches have a sense of ritual, they will eventually become awesome. Without such hardware support, it is difficult to make such a big splash.

A stunning sound may not be too loud, and it can even be weaker than the original chirping, but it is a sudden and eye-catching thing.

It was too amazing that I said that I had the blood of Zhurong and my hands were like the wings of a golden crow. But it also attracted the gangsters who believed in witches and wished to turn around the world and get a good harvest.

They do not respect those witches, but only the gods worshipped by witches, because the gods can reduce their disasters.

Zhurong's story has been circulating here, and the myth of the Three-legged Golden Crow has also been circulated.

When sunspots appeared, those ancestors who looked up at the stars believed that crows were stationed there, and the legend of three-legged golden crows was different from ordinary crows.

The Hannong present was initially angry at the sudden appearance of these ink people, but when the flames were ignited with their fingers, they ignited new hope.

Some people say that people can succeed, but they cannot start with worrying about it.

The people only care about success, not the origin of things. For them, as long as this sacrifice is successful, it doesn’t matter who comes to the main sacrifice, but it must be sacrificed.

It is precisely the people's mentality that the people who make money may find it difficult to understand that those people do not trust and respect them, but only respect the god standing behind them, but those people monopolize the way and power of sacrifice.

These people who firmly believe that gods can bring good years are eager to come to earth and hope that the ladder of heaven was not closed by Chongqing Li. In this way, they can pray directly to the gods without having to explore the gods' meaning and do it according to the methods of Wu Zhu.

Shi shouted like this, and there was the stunning flame just now. The people present were eager for the truth... The drought was severe last year, and Wu Zhu said that it was because there was not enough sacrifices, but this young Mo Shu said that the sacrificial method of these Wu Zhu was wrong.

The ink men in fiery red robes behind him also took a carriage to Yan State but walked south, but they did not say that they were going in the wrong direction, but instead accused the carriage of being too slow and explaining the easy-to-understand story.

The structure of ink is referred to as ink structure for short.

The subject, but Mehme is not Moses, and he doesn't want to be Moses at all, but now he has to be Moses first.

Before the witches could refute and explain, the people exclaimed, and a blue smoke rose from behind the young man.

The smoke generated faster than covering wet grass when burning a fire, and instantly blocked the young Mo Si's figure, which seemed to be walking in the clouds.

Some villagers who had seen fires burning on the mountain also smelled the smell of the burning place, slightly smelly and pungent.

They didn't know that it was the burning smell of sulfur and saltpeter, but they knew that the smell was very similar to the Black Rock Mountain Fire back then, so they believed in the identity of this young man.

The witches chose to be here because of the strange black stone fire a few years ago.

The fishing line they used to fish for the people to take the hook has now become a chain that binds their hands and feet.

The people present looked as if they were in the clouds and thought: If this young man didn't have anything to do with Zhu Rong, how could he stroll through the clouds? If he hadn't had the blood of the God of Fire, how could he have that slight stinky smell?

The smoke had not yet dissipated, and the people beside the young Mo Si built a five-foot altar with some simple wood at a jaw-dropping speed.

In summer, Zhurong was sacrificed to sacrifice to the dog's lungs. The dog was slaughtered on the spot. The person who killed the dog was dressed in a short brown dress and was extremely skillful with a short sword.

Those who know a little bit, were amazed at the exquisite skills of the dog-killing people, and thought that this ink was indeed full of talents.

Those who know more will have greater confidence.

In summer sacrifice, lungs are the first priority, and cutting the lungs requires extremely high skills: the lungs that are eaten should be separated without being careful, and the center of the lungs should not be cut to ensure continuous and continuous; the lungs that are sacrificed should be more complicated than the lungs that are eaten, and it is necessary to ensure that the rest of the parts are not adhered to and are completely divided.

The people had seen Mo's means of using fire, and the man behind him had slaughtered and cut, and they had already believed half of the previous words.

There was no trace of blood on the five-foot-high wooden platform, but the complete dog lungs were already placed next to the altar, with several peaches dotted.

The seven men were wearing red clothes, standing around the altar, praying or dancing, looking like that.

Of course, the people don’t know that this was changed by the “English Temple” of the Ink-user, but the sense of ritual and mystery have been created.

Of course, I wouldn't notice that there were more than twenty sword-holding people secretly blocking the witch Zhu and not allowing them to move forward.

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As I stood in front of everyone, I felt that the sense of ritual and mystery had been shaped. I secretly sighed that the smell of gunpowder and smoke appeared in front of everyone for the first time, not on the battlefield, but in the sacrifice.

He looked at the people who did not object to him, but had some trust and hope, and knew that he could start a big fooling mode and become a charlatan.

He raised his right hand and asked, "You must be surprised when you see me wearing leather gloves in this Midsummer Moon. Some people think I am stupid, or some people think I am crazy... Actually, it is not the case. I have Zhurong's blood, my hands are like the wings of a golden crow, and everything I touch will burn... Alas!"

With a sigh, the people below exclaimed, either disbelieving or believing.

Shi quietly glanced at Gong Zaoye, and saw that Gong Zaoye gave him a look, knowing that what should be prepared was ready.

So I asked someone to get a clay pot with water inside it, but in fact there were some white phosphorus that had been cut into small pieces under the water.

There is another layer inside his gloves, which is soaked with alum water, in order to prevent the white phosphorus from burning himself when it is burned for a while.

Those who had never seen such a witch-scratched way of the world, stretched their necks and looked forward, wondering what methods this person would use or what amazing actions he could see.

Shi showed a distressed look on his face and said, "Everyone said that water and fire are incompatible, but even if my hand is wearing the fur of the foreign beasts, it may still ignite the fire. You have seen it just now. My hands are not afraid of fire, but you don't know that even if my hands are dipped in water, they can still ignite."

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand with gloves, reached into the pottery jar, and touched a small piece of white phosphorus between his fingers, shaking it a few times to allow the wind to dry the water on it.

He casually grabbed a handful of hay soaked in the grease with his left hand, and guessed that the water on the white phosphorus had dried up. He quietly hid the white phosphorus in the dry grass. He twisted his fingers hard, and a slight white smoke flashed by, and then the grease-soaked hay burned.

Gong Zaoye was on the side and secretly poured a pot of wine into the air. Shi pretended to touch it with his hands and ignited the wine with the burning grass...

Without drilling wood, no learning, and no flint, just twisting your fingers and ignite the dead grass!

The water and wine that was poured into the air should be used for sacrifices, but the wine burned!

At this moment, these tricks that only require a little white phosphorus and a little distilled liquor are miracles.

Cooperating with his just-in-law identity, this miracle is even more convinced.

The hundreds of people surrounding the front exclaimed in unison, rubbed their eyes hard, and looked at each other and asked if they had read it wrong.

The person who couldn't see clearly behind asked what happened to the person in front of him.

"A finger twists, flames rise!"

"Water and fire cannot be matched, but this person can make the wine of the sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrific

Such miracles were passed down from generation to generation, and instantly the thousands of people present were excited.

They hope this is true, because if this is true, then they can better communicate with the gods so as not to have severe droughts in the previous year.

People always like to believe what they want to believe, so they really believe in the reality.

Shi boasted a few words and told some stories of strange beasts in "Shan Hai Jing". These stories may have been circulated or have not appeared yet, but their imagination has completely exceeded the imagination of the people present, and they also made a surprising life experience for the ordinary cowhide gloves on his hand.

I said that my gloves were obtained from Yushan, and were woven for the feathers of a divine bird that can cause floods, which can prevent fire.

He talked about the legend of Yushan, and then talked about the appearance of victory. Then he lit a cotton thread that was soaked in the salt and the outside was soaked in saltpeter, which was only found in the hands of the ink master. Under the cotton thread was a heavy copper coin.

When the fire burned, the outside of the cotton thread burned quickly, but it could not burn because of salt. Everyone only saw the cotton thread burning, but after it burned, it kept going. The copper coin was still attached below. He was surprised and believed that it was woven by the Victory Feather, otherwise how could it be burned continuously?

Shi felt that if he said that "Shengyu Yu" could be used to prevent fire from being damaged at home, he would probably get thousands of money in an instant.

But he was too lazy to do this. Thousands of money were worth noting compared to what he wanted. He was chatting here just to wait for something.

When the pottery set up next to me began to smell the aroma of cooked soybean oil, Shi looked back and found that the busy Luhua and others had already rubbed a lot of small mozzarellas.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Shi said loudly: "The reason I questioned those priests just now is because their sacrificial methods are incorrect and they cannot understand the gods."

"In the past, Chongli and the heavens are connected, and humans and gods are separated from each other and no longer affected. If the sacrifices are not done properly, how can we get the protection of the gods?"

Reeds had already fried a few small mochi, so he picked up one and said, "In the past, there was a ladder that could reach the sky. What did the ladder look like? That's it..."

The double-spiral-shaped little trick flowers were given to the people below, except for the one that might be stained with white phosphorus. Since I want to create myths, it must be connected with the previous stories and also prepare for the simple genetics of Fuxi and Nuwa in the future.

The little tricks spiraled up, and no one saw what the ladder looked like. Imagine that perhaps the ladder on Kunlun Mountain was spiraled up like this.

At this time, not to mention ordinary people, even princes and nobles believed in the theory of the ladder.

King Zhao of Chu, who was beaten by Wu Zixu and Wuzi in the past, once asked Guanzhe’s father: "The Book of Zhou" says that the separation between the ladder and the gods of the sky are separated by the ladder and the gods. Why? Do you think that if this is not the case, will everyone go to heaven?

Those who say this is the way the ladder looks, have already determined that the ladder is like this, and this thing tastes quite good, crispy and oily.

After being encouraged by Shi, he suddenly felt a little hatred for Wu Zhu: You know nothing but dare to sacrifice? The unhappy gods caused the drought of the previous year! You can't let others come! The Mo Si said that this is the real Zhurong Blood Wings of the Golden Crow, which is very different.

Besides, it does make sense. After the Jedi Heaven and Heaven are connected, there is no ladder to worship gods, so how can we reach the gods?
Chapter completed!