Chapter 294

At this moment, far away in miaojiang, in a deserted mountain depression, among the trees, there is a small mountain village made of big stones.

The village is not big. There are about 100 families in it. The environment is quiet, the terrain is dangerous, and it is far away from the secular hustle and bustle.

In the middle of the village, there is a large ancestral hall. Although it has a long history, you can still see the magnificent color.

Entering the ancestral hall, there is a yellow picture on the wall near the temple. In the picture, there is a cloud dragon with teeth and claws. Its eyes are bright, vivid and imposing.

In front of the portrait is a high square table with incense candles on both sides and a censer in the middle, in which there is a thumb thick incense burner.

Under the square table, there is a long table with a low face. On the table, there are lots of wooden cards, on which the names are depicted in Miao language.

The ground is a big blue stone, near the long table is a few futons, as if the Taoist Museum in the general scene.

Not far away, there was a 13-year-old girl, wiping the table with a linen cloth.

Suddenly, a crisp voice suddenly sounded, let the little girl subconsciously follow the sound to see.

This one eye, the little girl's face Shua's a change, the body is stiff in the original place, the complexion is frightened of looking at a memorial tablet.

On the wooden card, there were several lines on one tablet. In her eyes, the light sound of the tablet didn't stop. In just three or five breaths, it split into several sections and tilted.

"Ah..."

When the memorial tablet was completely quiet, the little girl woke up and screamed, just like running behind the ancestral hall.

"Ancestor, no good!"

Along the way, the little girl's voice was clear and clear, and she immediately opened it. When she came to a room inside, she immediately pushed the door open and entered.

The room is an ancient Chinese decoration, antique, may be the reason for the location, the light is dark.

The place opposite the door is still a burning incense. 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 wrinkled, and her whole skin is covered with bones. Fortunately, there are two soft brilliance hidden in her deep eye socket.

In this way, the old woman's appearance is not frightening. On the contrary, she has a kind feeling. People can calm down when they see her. She is wearing a colorful robe and is reading with eyes closed.

On the other hand, a young girl, with a face like a pigeon and wearing Miao clothes, is beautiful, fresh and refined. She sits opposite the old woman, pinches her hands and speaks with full red lips.

seeing the little girl who came in suddenly, they opened their eyes at the same time and looked around.

Guza, this is the ancestral hall. I've told you many times, don't yell here, or you will annoy the gods.

The old woman shook her head slightly, her eyes half closed again, and said softly.

"But My ancestors... "

The little girl called Guza gasped, some of whom didn't know how to speak.

"Gu wench, what happened? Tell me!"

One side of the woman's eyes are bright, as if there is a golden flow of light, light hefty corner, on the soft road.

"Yes, sister Jingjing, no, your highness!"

As soon as the girl's words fell, she immediately realized that she had said something wrong. She couldn't help but vomit her sweet tongue. Seeing that the other side didn't mean to blame, she quickly said, "Your Highness Bian Dehai's soul card It's just broken

Quiet!

As soon as the little girl's voice fell, the old woman's action of reading her hand stopped immediately. There was a flash of surprise in the eyes of the saint girl, who was called Jingjing. She was no longer calm and said: "what?"

"It's not me, it's not me who broke it, it's its own. It's none of my business. I've been very careful."

Looking at the look of both, the little girl waved her hand in a hurry, looking a little anxious.

"Guza, go out and do something!"

Just at this time, the old woman opened her eyes again, put her big sleeves in a swing, and said.

"Er..."

Guza wanted to explain it again, but he seemed to have great respect for the old woman. He did not dare to retort. He quickly saluted and said respectfully, "yes, laozong!"

With that, he went out of the door carefully, but he didn't forget to close the door.

When the door closed, the room became darker, only the trembling fragrance in the censer was not clear, which solidified the atmosphere in the field.

"Granny, are you ok?"

Jingjing looked at the old woman and hesitated for a long time before she asked.

The old woman didn't open her mouth. She just shook her head. After a long time, she seemed to sigh, as if she said to herself, "evil done!"

"Grandma, who is Bian Dehai? How come I've never met this man? "

Jingjing's eyes flashed, and her face revealed a trace of confusion. Finally she bit her lips and asked.

The old woman didn't seem to hear Jingjing's words. She looked back on her face. After a long time, she slowly said, "shangguanjing is a good Miao. I thought that the other party would carry forward our sorcery, but I didn't expect that she was too disheartened. She even had an affair with mortals and profaned the gods..."Jingjing was more confused when she heard the words. She naturally knew something about the old woman's words, but she didn't understand how the high priest, who had always kept a secret about this matter, suddenly mentioned it.

Just then, her eyes flashed, suddenly thought of something, words to the mouth, want to say something, and shut up.

"Yes, Bian Dehai is jing'er's child!"

The old woman's eyes were like fire, and she knew Jingjing's mind like the palm of her hand. She immediately gave a dry cough and her face was deep. She said, "according to the rules of our Witch sect, the saint is the slave of our Saint King, and she wants to serve the saint king all her life. It's a pity that we broke the inheritance of the Saint King thousands of years ago."

"Jing'er is unwilling to be lonely. She has an affair with others and desecrates the gods. She should be punished. But when the incident broke out, jing'er came to me with her baby in her arms and asked me to take care of her child. She is willing to die with the person who has fallen in love with her..."

Listening to the old woman's slow words, Jingjing was shocked. She knew that the saint had an affair with others, but she didn't expect the twists and turns later.

But when she heard it all at once, she understood why there was Bian Dehai's memorial tablet.

"Granny, why let Bian Dehai join the Qingcheng sect?"

Hear the old woman mention each other in Qingcheng school, Jingjing look flashed, surprised way.

"The one who has sex with jing'er is the disciple of Qingcheng school!" However, the old lady was not impressed.

"The origin of our sorcery is spreading, and we also have the incense of Qingcheng sect here, but the tide is sweeping away. Without the leadership of the holy king, our sorcery is declining."

"Maybe it's punishment. Jing'er's children were naughty since childhood and didn't like the life here. As a last resort, I let them follow the Qingcheng sect. Later, I heard that they had a bad heart. Now they finally got the bad news and did evil!"

"What shall we do?"

After learning the whole story, Jingjing is also full of emotion, and then the words are asked to the main topic.

She had no impression of the so-called Bian Dehai, but she had a trace of sympathy for the virgin in office, and more concern in her words.