Chapter 551

"Fate?" Wang Yong's eyes flashed and he felt the word.

It is impossible to say that Wang Yong knew nothing about what happened to him. Wang Yong also felt that some strange things were happening, but such things were beyond Wang Yong's understanding.

According to the Confucian theory, it belongs to the category of "the external existence of the Six Harmonies". So Wang Yong didn't pay much attention.

But now being told by Xi ri a Hong, Wang Yong's heart suddenly jumped, as if he really felt something from himself.

"Maybe it's my illusion. My shaman has only one name left for a long time, without any strength. Ten years ago, when I failed to stop human greed, Tengger abandoned me Xiri ahong looked at the strange sky outside and said with some sadness.

In this kind of people's heart, the God of faith is all their sustenance. Once you think you've lost the trust and protection of the gods, it's like heaven has fallen.

However, Wang Yong is still skeptical of Xi RI ahong's so-called "loss of power ten years ago".

Did Xiri ahong have the so-called magic power ten years ago?

Seeing Wang Yong's expression, Xi ri a Hong understood Wang Yong's meaning. He didn't explain it too much. He just pointed to the dark clouds in the distance and said, "everything in the world has a spirit. Plants have a spirit, so they can grow and chase the sun. Animals have spirit, so they can run and avoid danger. Human beings have spirit, so we can talk and use our brains to study the world. And these different kinds of psychic luck coincidentally meet together, will form another kind of spirit that does not belong to animals and plants. This kind of spirit is the aggregation of the spiritual thoughts of animals and plants after death, which is extremely huge. If animals and plants release good thoughts when they die, then the spirit will be good. If death releases resentment, then the spirit is evil. You close your eyes and feel the sky carefully. Do you feel Tengger's anger and despair? That's what animals and plants killed by humans emit before they die. "

Wang Yong was stunned to hear Xi RI ahong's explanation.

This seems to hold water in theory. It seems not surprising that Chinese martial arts can send out boxing, and so can animals and plants.

However, one of the millions of human beings may not be able to practice boxing. Do animals and plants have spirit?

Wang Yong thought suspiciously. According to Xi RI ahong's words, he closed his eyes and carefully felt the breath of the sky outside.

At first, Wang Yong could not feel anything except the crackling sound.

Just as Wang Yong was about to give up, suddenly a lonely and sad breath came out of the clouds and went straight to Wang Yong's heart.

Wang Yong was shocked by the shock of the whole person for a moment, and then surrounded by that kind of huge sad mood, he was totally disappointed, and had no love in his life.

The atmosphere in the clouds became stronger and stronger, gradually filling Wang Yong's heart.

Wow, it's like the door of a new world is opened. All of a sudden, images appear in Wang Yong's consciousness.

On the galloping grassland, teams of cavalry ran rampant, pounding the army line served by groups of Han people.

Facing the fierce and swift tactics of the grassland cavalry, the army on the other side had no resistance at all.

Several charges were scattered by the cavalry's head and tail, exposed to the bright saber.

The light of the knife flickered and glared, and each knife would take a head up, and the blood sprayed everywhere. Green grass leaves suddenly become bright red, thick blood dripping along the tip of the leaf, pull out a long blood.

In the morning, 100000 troops were slaughtered. The whole grassland fell into silence, even the insects did not dare to make a sound, for fear of finding the disaster of killing.

One of the leaders looked back, and the surrounding cavalry called him Tiemuzhen

The picture changes again. This time, it's a noble old man dressed in frontier ethnic costumes.

They yelled at the servants and whipped them from time to time to speed up the progress. This is a great sacrifice.

There are baldheaded sacrificial personnel from the temple, standing on the altar with a cold face, looking at the creatures crawling on the ground below.

"It's time for sacrifice." The sacrificial host spoke a foreign language, but Wang Yong could easily understand it.

Then a terrible scene came.

As soon as the sacrificial staff waved, a girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old was pushed up. The girl was very beautiful, but her eyes were full of fear and her body was trembling.

The rest of the people on the ground looked at the girl with admiration and pity. An old couple, full of grief, did not dare to cry a little. They could only recite the Scriptures, hoping that the god they believed in could alleviate the pain. But as everyone knows, their pain is caused by this God.

Baldheaded sacrifice came to the girl, expressionless said some sacrifice words, and then felt a sharp knife in the wooden plate. Suddenly stabbed into the girl's body, regardless of the girl's painful cry, along the girl's body contour, a little bit of cutting down.

Peeling.

Drum making.

When Wang Yong saw this scene, he could not help but feel a chill in his heart. Of course, he knows this custom. A popular song "sister drum" tells such a story.

A lonely little girl lost her mute sister. When the sister disappeared, she went to look for her. On the way, she met an old man and told her six character Mantra (hum, BAM, MOO). When she continued to look for it, drums came from the sky, and she understood it

But she didn't understand why ah Jie left home. She always thought that ah Jie was so big. She suddenly realized that maybe the happiness of her dream had taken her away, and maybe she would also take away her grown-up.

The three words "Ajie drum" are not poetic, even bloody and cruel. It turns out that "Ajie drum" is a human skin drum. In the border areas, only holy women's skin can make drums. Because of her purity, she became a sacrifice.

"The sound of drums came from the horizon / it was my sister talking to me.".

Wang Yong's heart suddenly surged up this lyrics, a kind of despair anger ferments in his heart, let him want to shout, but can't shout out.

Turn the picture again.

This time the story is not about humans. The protagonist has become a beast, a strange flower.

It's just that these things are beautiful for less than three seconds. You can hear the sound of chainsaws, shotguns and construction equipment. In an instant, all disappeared, except the dead animals and fallen plants on the ground, as well as the newly built big houses and mines.

As soon as Wang Yong's heart contracted, he clearly felt the strong resentment from these dead animals and plants.

Resentment rushes into the clouds, condenses into clouds, and lasts for a long time.

Soon, a large group of strange clouds floated over, after seeing these clouds, they were like treasure. They devoured and absorbed furiously, absorbing all the resentment into the body. Finally, it forms a super large spirit body of resentment, which is covered by the heavy silence.

After more than 500 years of absorption, it has finally developed and become a "God" that can influence nature.

Brush, Wang Yong as if to see the cloud, opened his eyes, looked at him.

At the same time, the great sadness towards Wang Yong shrouded, so that he could not help giving birth to a suicidal idea.

"It's not like going back, it's not like going back..." a voice kept echoing in Wang Yong's mind.

Wang Yong body also subconsciously out of the house, into the storm.

"Wang Yong, what are you doing?" White rose cried at once.

Xiri ahong waved his hand and said with surprise: "he heard Tengger's call! He can communicate with dangley! It's his fortune

White rose looked at Xiri ahong half doubtfully. For a moment, she didn't know what to do.

Soon, Wang Yong went into the rain and let the hail hit him, making a bang.

In the rain line, no one noticed that there was a sharp edge of hail falling from the sky. The sharp pointed part is facing Wang Yong's tianlinggai. As long as a few seconds, it will fall on Wang Yong's skull and penetrate Wang Yong's head.

But Wang Yong still recalled those four words in his mind.

It's not like going home.

"I'm really a man with profound fortune. I didn't feel Tengger's call until the night before I became a shaman with the help of magic weapons. It's incredible that he doesn't need anything to feel it. " Xiri ahong murmured.

He didn't know that Wang Yong was in great danger and was about to die.

Whoa!

The prismatic hail pierced the air and rushed to Wang Yong's head with unimaginable acceleration. It's about to penetrate into Wang Yong's head.

"It's yours!"

At this time, Wang Yong, who was supposed to be devout, suddenly scolded a dirty word and stunned Xi RI ahong.

Then a light of sword curled up and cut off the ice on Wang Yong's head. Then the sword light continued to spread and rushed straight into the dark clouds.

It's just half way through, and then it's lost its power and slowly dissipates in the air.

Wang Yong kept his sword pointing to the sky and stood still.

He was a little surprised.

He remembers all the pictures he saw just now, as well as the subconscious actions he made. But I just don't know what's going on.

A strange idea floated in Wang Yong's mind. Is this strange cloud really the so-called "spirit"? Does it really have the power to influence nature?

However, this idea did not last long in Wang Yong's mind“ The Confucian way of "human needs" stresses only the four words "man will conquer nature".

What spirit, what God, as long as it affects the normal survival of human beings, will be knocked down!

Even if it is powerful enough to call the wind and rain!

With a strong courage in his heart, Wang Yong's eyes at the dark cloud could not help sending out a sense of awe inspiring killing.

Wang Yong is like a fool, angry at the dark cloud. But strange things happened, with Wang Yong as the center within a radius of 10 meters, the wind and rain suddenly reduced a lot, even a hail did not fall!

Other places are still stormy, hail hit the bang bang.

"What kind of God, no more than that!" Wang Yong sneered and went back to the room.

Behind him, the rain line returned to normal again, as if declaring its anger.

"Xiri shaman, your God is not the one who protects human beings. After all, human beings still rely on their own protection. Tomorrow, I will send someone to rebuild a school building here, and at the same time, I will put out a sum of money to control desertification. I hope you can help then. " Wang Yong took a look at Xi RI ahong and said that he had profound meaning.

Xiri ahong looked at Wang Yong a little dejected, but he didn't seem to have recovered.