Chapter 1647 The dragon enters the dream

In the sky, blood mist filled the air.

I stared at the blood mist pouring down from the sky like a river of blood. I was absent-minded for a long time, and in a trance I seemed to see what this land would look like not long after.

"Why should I do it?"

After a long time, I spoke softly, and my face was slightly distorted by the anger: "If he wants to kill someone, then he will go. Why do you have to let me do this?"

"You don't have to do it."

Tengu grinned and said: "The flames of war have been ignited. Even if you order these Manco people to give up the war in the name of God, do you think they will accept it?

Will the chief whose brother was beheaded accept it? Or will the women and children who lost their husbands and fathers accept it?

They will only detain you who is seriously injured, call on other tribes in your name, and fight those outside without hesitation.

Don't question it, although they are very pious, their anger and hatred are enough to make them blasphemous.

You can't stop them, but you can decide how many people they die. If you don't help them, these stupid guys will lose all their soldiers in just one day. Sooner or later, this place will be exposed.

The Manco people really became sacrifices.

Don't underestimate the cruelty of those fanatical believers. They will not hesitate to crush the children here and kill everyone here. When that happens, I hope you can bear the look they look at you before they die.

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"So what if I'm there?"

I calmed down and sighed softly: "Since commoner Wei can do this by himself, why bother forcing me to be the executioner? To be fair, he wants me to be the executioner?"

, what does these people have to do with me, but they regard me as their savior, and even put on the aura of God, and throw a responsibility that does not belong to me to me, and just watch them die, I can't bear it after all, and these

People must hate me when they die more than those who kill them...

This intolerance and resentment will eventually become my inner demon one day in the future. It will break out at a critical period and become my shackles and even my death."

I have fought against inner demons before, and I know that on the road to spiritual practice, inner demons are sometimes more terrifying than bottlenecks. They can push a person into the abyss alive.

From then on, no matter what I do, I don’t seek merit or fault, but I seek to have a clear conscience. Only in this way can the Taoist heart be as solid as a rock.

The barely clothed Manco people at the foot of the mountain really touched me. I could obviously do something, but if I just stood by and watched, I would become a demon.

I ask myself that I am not a Holy Mother person, but when I step outside and practice Buddhism, I still have a basic sense of kindness and compassion for all living beings. This is also the person my master hopes I can become.

"I can't guess the master's intentions. I'm only responsible for handling matters."

Tengu shook his head, and then took a deep look at me: "I said, I admire you very much. I have been wandering with my master in the long river of time for nearly four thousand years. I have seen countless people from the Wei clan, and the number of them exceeds yours.

There are not many people who can make my eyes shine in my imagination. You are one of them. Because you are unique enough, there are even some qualities that make me want to abandon that old man and hang out with you. I never hide this, so I just want to say something to you.

If it is not within my scope of responsibilities.

In my opinion...you need this kind of baptism, it will be of great help to you."

After saying that, it went down the mountain on its own.

I stood in front of the altar in silence for a long time, staring at the corpse standing on the altar in a daze.

It wasn't until the Qingma chief and priests at the foot of the mountain settled the deceased and came to me again that I was driven down the hill by two mancos.

The priest has prepared medicinal materials, among which there are many strange things that even I don't recognize. They should be special products here...

The Manco people have the spirit of Shennong who tastes hundreds of herbs. They have lived here for many years. Over the long years, they have used their mouths and body reactions to screen out all the things in this jungle that can be used as medicine.

The priest explained to me in detail the medicinal properties of each medicinal material that I did not know. From them, I screened out things that were beneficial to my current situation. These things were very similar to some Chinese medicinal materials in medicinal properties and could be used as some medicinal materials.

Instead, I developed a recipe that was beneficial to me and allowed me to recover quickly.

During this period, this old lady always asked me circumstantial questions about God. I could only answer perfunctorily, but from her mouth, I did know some information related to the altar.

The appearance of the altar was a bit sudden for them. According to their records, a long time ago, suddenly the world fell into darkness and they could not see their fingers. This situation lasted for about two days, and then the altar appeared.

On top of the hill.

The Indians' belief is close to that of shamans. They believe in nature and regard all magical and irrational things in nature as Huaka, that is, gods.

The sudden darkness of the world and the appearance of the mysterious altar made them think that this was the arrival of the supreme god Veracoca. The bones of the quasi-heavenly official on the altar naturally became Veracoca in their eyes, and the long-term appearance of the altar appeared on the altar.

For some time, the divine voice has been coming from the altar.

This divine sound is the sacrificial inscription.

Such a sound probably resounded for nearly a day. That night, the priest of Manco had a dream. In the dream, there was a terrifying dragon. It stretched out its fingers and tapped the priest's forehead. Then the priest

The priest was proficient in the language of God, and the giant dragon told him - one day in the future, if you encounter a being like it, please communicate with it in the language of God. If the other party can understand it, then please tell the other party that Tianyu is here

Return to the ruins.

Then, the giant dragon's huge claws formed several more handprints.

After doing all this, the giant dragon opened its mouth, as if it wanted to say something else, but its body suddenly shattered, and the dream disappeared.

This legend makes me think a lot.

Wasn't that quasi-celestial official wiped out of consciousness? It was like a special magic weapon.

But what happened right after the altar appeared was not just like that.

It passed down the memorial text and tried to leave clues about Tianqi through the Manco people. This clue was left to the Wei clan.

He was afraid that the Tianqiu would be lost in Guixu in the South China Sea, so he left such a hand, at least leaving a glimmer of possibility!!

Is this really unconscious?

Something is wrong, there is something wrong with the altar, and the state of the quasi-heavenly official seems to be different from what I thought.

If so...

Wei Laoliu had to let me be the executioner. I'm afraid there might be some deep meaning in this. As far as I know, this old guy never does anything useless.

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