Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 251 247. The Great Forest. Sadly

  The first stop of this trip to the Southern Wilderness is to go to the tribe of Ganduo, which is also the largest tribe in the Damang Forest of Wei Wei, named Longxin clan, and is also the home of the little fat Longxin Ganduo.

have to go home.

  But the little fat man didn't have the slightest joy on his face.

  He would sit in the rickety truck, without saying a word, sitting next to Jiang Xia, bowing his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Although the Great Mang Forest is a large primitive forest, it does not mean that there is no road.

  In fact, the road in this forest is in good condition. Although it is only the most basic dirt road, it is smoothly repaired, much like a forest road.

  Every segment, there are fork roads to different places, and in some places there are road signs made of dead trees, but they are all written with Southern Wilderness.

  Like letters, others cannot recognize them.

   "This road was built by your tribe?"

  In the car, Jiang Xia gave a pistol a spirit while asking:

   "You don't have a large-scale business on your side, why bother to build roads?"

   "It is for sacrifice."

  The state of Long Xin Ganduo in this club is very similar to that of an autistic boy. The previous Vonno, this club has also changed to a boring look, as if the closer he gets to his hometown, he loses interest in everything.

  Lao Jiang asked something before he replied:

  “We people from the Southern Wilderness have a very different custom from your Eastern Land. On our side, offering sacrifices three times a year is the most important thing. Whether you are a mortal or a wizard, you must participate.

These roads in the Great Mang Forest were built together by various tribes. They were repaired hundreds of years ago. They lead to different altars, and the ‘god’ that each tribe believes in is different.

  That’s why so many roads have to be built to make it convenient for each tribe to use when offering sacrifices. "

"God?"

   Jiang Xia kept moving, he asked with interest:

  "Does it mean a spirit? I heard you say last time that you, Longxin, believe in the Great God of Changshan?"

"Um."

  Gandor still looks uninterested, and said boredly:

  "On our side, all the spirits who are successful in cultivation are called'gods'. The spirits that the small tribes believe in are mostly'elves'. Comparing with the realm of our human monks, they are the spirits of the realm of cultivation.

  Bigger tribes with their own territories believe in stronger spirits. The spirits of the Taoist realm are called ‘Tianling’.

  Only the most powerful tribes in the Great Mang Forest are eligible to directly worship the two Bitter Sea Spirits, Changshan and Jingmo.

  Among the spirits, these two are respected as ‘faeries’. "

   "It's interesting."

   Jiang Xia chuckled lightly and said:

  "You give worship to the spirits, and the spirits shelter you. This is a bit like the relationship between the land of the city of the east and the mortal people. Let me talk about it in detail.

   is considered to relieve boredom. "

   "Not like."

  Ganduo heard what Lao Jiang said, he turned his head, thought about it, and seriously explained to Jiang Xia:

  "The city gods and land of the East Earth were developed after imitating our Southern Wilderness sacrifice spirits. The incense cultivation practice on your side has been officially accepted and recognized by the Immortal League. It has only been more than four hundred years.

  However, our tradition of sacrificing spirits in the Southern Wilderness has passed for thousands of years. It is said that when the first generation of the Southern Wilderness tribe was born, the spirits protected their ancestors through the weakest period.

  Let our ancestors not be swallowed by the beasts in the mountains, nor fall into the ghostly Jedi.

  Boss, I know that you are more casual, but in the land of the Southern Wilderness, you must not comment on the spirits believed by a certain tribe at will, even if they behave strangely and crazy!

  As soon as you speak badly, you will be attacked by the entire tribe immediately.

  You are a monk, you are not afraid of mortals.

  After the mortals, there are spirits and monsters. If you hit them, the spirits will come forward to retaliate, and the spirits and monsters are famous for their unity in the Suffering Woods.

  If you hit one, it will attract a litter. "

  Speaking of this, Ganduo sighed and said helplessly:

   "This happened when I was a kid.

  Some monks clashed with the locals and robbed the holy artifacts from a small tribe. Before they escaped from the Southern Wilderness, they were blocked by a few great spirits who cultivated the gods.

  I lost my life.

  And this kind of thing, Xianmeng has always ignored it. "

  The little fat man pointed to the sky vaguely, without saying much.

  But Jiang Xia suddenly understood.

  The number of monsters is small, most of them sprout in the southern wasteland. They seem to be autistic, but in fact they have a deep heritage. At present, there are only two other great abilities in the sorrow wood realm, and there is one Xixin auntie who is born as a ghost.

  If this is a large-scale conflict, the spirit is to win without losing.

   Jiang Xia learned of these secrets, but also found it interesting. Someone who didn't have a match continued to chat with the little fat man, and continued to attach spirits to the guns on hand.

   Suddenly felt a glance, so he glanced out of the carriage, and just saw a dark leopard in the forest next to him, above the treetops, squatting on a branch, wagging his tail, looking at the convoy.

  These local beasts are quite aura, and they are not afraid of people at all.

  Even if the truck rumbling by, it did not disturb their lives. The Panther gave Jiang Xia a special look. The green eyes were very beautiful.

  But at this moment, Lao Jiang squinted his eyes.

  That is not a beast.

  That is a spirit.

  The little spirit turns into a leopard, probably because of a natural curiosity, so I ran over to watch the excitement.

   "There are really many gods, gods, ghosts and ghosts in your place."

  Lao Jiang spit out, he glanced at the beautiful black panther, then retracted his gaze, and said to Gan Duo:

  "Let’s talk about sacrifices, you just said, you people from the Southern Wilderness, have sacrifices three times a year?"

   "Yes, the most important one is the annual Mid-Autumn Festival's "Heaven and Earth Festival", all the magical sacrifices to be bred to the southern barren land. That sacrifice was attended by all tribes.

  Presided over by the great witches of the strongest tribes of Damanglin, the patriarchs and great witches of each tribe will come, under the full moon, at the millennium altar at the edge of Daze, to offer tribute to the Asarum Lady. "

   Gan Duo seemed to recall the "world festival" he had experienced. He raised some spirits, and his tone became more cheerful, and said to the boss:

  "That was the grandest festival in the entire Southern Wilderness. Every tribe, no matter how big or small, had to carnival for three days. One month before it was held, all tribes had to suspend all attacks.

   Because of the noble status of the Asarum Empress, she protects the Southern Wilderness and the entire world. It is said that every tree in the Southern Wilderness is the hair of the Asarum Empress.

  Every star in the sky is the hair accessory of the aunt.

  In the Southern Wilderness, Aunt Niang Niang's order is the supreme will, and all of this exists because of her. "

   "Orthodox worship of nature."

   Jiang Xia said a word, took the spirit gun in his hand and looked around, then said:

   "What about the other two sacrifices?"

   "The other two are between the various tribes."

  Gandor explained:

  "Every year at the vernal equinox, each tribe makes sacrifices to the gods it enshrines and prays for a year of well-being. Most of the spirits will show up to bless them, but there are also some weird temperaments that don't care about mortals.

  For example, the Great God of Jingmo.

  The bitter sea power who is in charge of all fires in the world has a character as elusive as a raging fire, and it does not require mortal sacrifices to maintain its dignity and existence.

  But it occasionally gets interested, and it will give a blessing of flames to the tribes who believe in it.

  Therefore, the tribes who believe in the Great God of Jingmo are the most restless in the Great Mang Forest. Their character is like a flame, domineering and arrogant.

  After every blessing from the Great God of Jingmo, the Great Mang Forest will ignite the flames of war, which will be accompanied by the demise of many small tribes. "

  The little fat man sighed and said:

  "Fortunately, our Longxin family has always believed in the more benevolent and generous God of Changshan since ancient times. He is the lord of the world's spiritual mountains, and his personality is as honest and calm as a mountain.

  Never make weird yogic orders.

  But Changshan Great God."

   Gan Duo lowered his voice, and said to the boss like a complaint:

  "It is too ‘stable’. For more than a hundred years, our Longxin’s sacrifices have received a random response, as if the great **** spends every day in a deep sleep.

   is as stable and abnormal as the southern barren mountains, not as active as other spirits. "

   "You said, they will bless?"

  Lao Jiang's hand movement stopped. He looked at the little fat man and said:

  "How is the blessing method?"

   "It's like a spell."

  Ganduo waved his hands, and pulled out a pure wood aura, the ghostly green aura wrapped around his fingers, as beautiful as a snake.

He says:

  "While the spirits who have achieved good practice show up in the sacrifice, they will distribute some of their divine powers to the mortals of the tribe, such as the blessing of the Great God of Jingmo, which is the addition of flames.

   allows hunters of the tribe to be surrounded by fire without being burned. Talented people will even perceive aura. If they are fire roots, they may even be quenched by flames.

  This blessing is not permanent.

   generally only lasts for half a year, and then wait for the next sacrifice.

  But every blessing will make the people of the tribe healthier. We in the Southern Wilderness rarely get sick. Ordinary women have the strength to compare to your Eastern men. This is the result of this blessing. "

   "Well, that's interesting."

   Jiang Xia rubbed his chin and said:

  "It’s no wonder that the hunter Wusun and the good hunters who have been loyal to you before, are ordinary people, but they are strong and strong, just like the early body refiners.

  I thought that you Nanhuang people are naturally tyrannical, and you didn’t realize it, but because you have been blessed by spirits for many years.

  Can outsiders participate in this blessed sacrifice? "

   "You think too much, boss."

  Ganduo was finally amused, the little fat man clutched his stomach, haha ​​said with a smile:

  "The monk who has thoughts like you is not the first.

  But although the spirits are avoiding the world, they don’t understand anything. They dare to play tricks in such a sacrifice. Once they are exposed, the tribe’s weakness is in sight.

   Lost the shelter of the great spirits, they will immediately be attacked and swallowed by other tribes. Even if their own people don’t beat them, it will be difficult for them to survive the raging beasts and ghosts of the Southern Wilderness. "

   "Well, I just ask."

   Jiang Xia was not angry. He loaded the magazines one by one and said:

   "What about the last sacrifice?"

"the last one."

  Ganduo pursed his mouth, he sighed and said:

  "It has nothing to do with spirits, boss, do you know why I am so depressed when I go home this time? All because of this last sacrifice, I didn't like it since I was a child.

  The last sacrifice, not every tribe has it, usually in the big tribe.

  We people of the Southern Wilderness, the living environment is no more comfortable than yours. If you want to live in the Southern Wilderness, you have to fight against the world, the herd, ghosts, and war.

  The people here are a bit savage.

  But we also have to be brutal.

Conquests between    tribes are very common, because the Great Mang Forest is so big, and the number of people it can raise is limited. If you occupy more, I will have less.

  But I didn’t want to lose my territory, so there was conflict, war.

  There will be every year.

  Those captured captives, people from other tribes, or simply looted people will be on the last day of the year, or after a big victory.

   was sacrificed to the God of War, asking for the blessing of bravery.

  Boss, you have never seen that kind of scene, but I will never forget it. I will take my heart and lungs, peel my skin to make drums, and make sacrifices of flesh and blood. "

   "Is there a God of War in the Southern Wilderness?"

  Jiang Xia blinked, then asked:

   "No spirit would use this name, right?"

  "This is the most ridiculous part of the God of War sacrifice."

  The little fat man closed his eyes and said sighfully:

   "The children here know that there is no such a strange spirit as God of War in Nanhuang, but this kind of sacrifice is still going on, and it is simply meaningless killing.

  Back then, after my mother’s tribe was defeated by my tribe, 30% of the men in her tribe were sacrificed.

  Including my mother’s brother and younger brother.

  My mother was robbed of the Longxin clan. Until she was poisoned to death, not a day was happy, but the great spirit she believed in had long since disappeared. As a witch, she could not even protect herself. "

   "Do you hate this place?"

   Jiang Xia reached out and patted Little Fatty’s shoulder, he said:

   "Then why didn't you say earlier, this time you come to your tribe to do business, and you don't have to come with you."

"It's fine."

  The little fat man smiled hard and said to Jiang Xia:

  "I also have to come back, gather up my mother's spiritual position and some of my things, and take them back to Moshuang Mountain. I will not come back in the future.

  My mother, she wants to come and never wants to stay here. "

"Um."

  Jiang Xia patted the little fat man, put the spirit gun he made into his hand, got up again, leaned on the side of the car window, and shouted to the black leopard who had been running with the convoy in the roadside forest:

   "Hey, brother, do you know pomegranate?"

  The Panther who was running with the convoy among the treetops stopped abruptly and looked back at Jiang Xia, with doubts in his big eyes. Then, it nodded again and said in a vague tone:

   "Pomegranate, know the bragging king hates it!"

  "I am Pomegranate's friend."

  Lao Jiang shouted:

  "Please bring a few words to the spirits in front, don't let them stand in our way, okay? This is for you."

   Jiang Xia raised his hand, and a bottle of pill was thrown to the spirit that turned into a black panther.

  The latter's body suddenly swelled into a cloud of smoke, caught the pill, sniffed again, and then snorted, turned into a black panther again, quickly shuttled through the forest, and went further forward.

  Lao Jiang smiled.

  Taking money to do things, these silly spirits are indeed a tendon.

  (End of this chapter)