After leaving the house, the night was inexplicably cold. There was no gust of wind, but it seemed like I had walked into a huge freezer. The cold star and moon shone as if it was the culprit, covering the trees, eaves, and stones with frost.

"Let's go to the mountain to have a look." Lingling said.

"I have been to the Mountain of Sacrifice. The Red Demon has indeed stationed the huge evil power that can promote him to emperor in the Mountain of Sacrifice. However, the entire Mountain of Sacrifice is like a fortress, and it cannot be destroyed by using brute force. Moreover, it is too close to the West Guard Pavilion and the East Guard Pavilion. If these evil powers are leaked out, thousands of people will instantly turn into tyrannical devils." Mo Fan said.

The evil power is too huge. After all, this is collected by the Red Devil from the filthy and evil world from all over the world, and is preparing for the ascension of the Moonless Night.

The entire Sacrifice Mountain is like a Pandora's box. Even Mo Fan dared not open it easily. Only when the Red Demon felt that the time was ripe and turned this power into ascension power could Mo Fan fight out just right.

Before this, touching the evil power would be like killing all the civilians in the Double Guard Pavilion.

...

When you arrive at the Jishan Mountain, a white stone steps in the dense green bamboo forest leads directly to the Jishan Mountain gate.

When Mo Fan and Lingling visited late at night, they found that the branches on the roadside slowly towards the mountain were actually covered with plain white silk. From the foot of the mountain to the temple, including those stone piers that looked like welcoming kids, they were tied with white knots.

The two looked at each other, when was the sacrificial mountain decorated like this, and why did it look like a kind of mourning festival?

Continue to walk up, Mo Fan soon saw the monk guarding the gate and a few workers. They were busy in the night, but they were all very careful and did not make any noise as much as possible.

Mo Fan and Lingling walked forward, and the monk guarding the mountain smiled and watched them come.

"What are you doing?" Lingling asked.

"The festival has arrived." The monk replied.

"Tomorrow?" Lingling asked.

"Yes, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow will be a lunar eclipse." Lingling continued.

"Yes, it's a lunar eclipse. Most of the heroes on the mountain are not known to people. They are like ancient night patrolists, quietly guarding every household. So on this month of the year, the people in our double guards will come here to mourn them, especially those young people." The monk continued.

"Why have you never heard anyone mention it?" Mo Fan said a little surprised.

"Why should I mention it? Everyone has a heroic spirit that they respect in their hearts. Every year, young people tell the story of what they have done over the past year, and what they have been inspired and taught by the great heroic spirits and muster up the courage to do. Perhaps this matter is a little secret before being told publicly, so it will not be mentioned before. However, I believe every child of you remembers it." The monk smiled gently.

"Just a young man?" Lingling continued.

"Yes, after the age of twenty-five, you don't have to attend this festival anymore. After all, a person has already taken shape at the age of twenty-five. What kind of person will he become can be basically determined at the age of twenty-five. This festival itself is for young people who are easily confused, degenerate, and are prone to astray." said the monk.

"That means that in the evening, young people under the age of 25 will gather here?" Lingling said.

"Yes, everyone will come, and no one will be absent." The monk said with certainty.

"Can you say something more specifically?" Lingling said anxiously.

"You have seen those spirit cards displayed in the temple. Each spirit card represents a heroic spirit, and each heroic spirit represents a spirit. In short, we take every heroic spirit as the young people and the children's learning role model. When they were young, they set up a heroic spirit in their hearts, read the past of this heroic spirit, learn the spirit of this heroic spirit, and even imitate the heroic spirit as much as possible to do praise..." said the monk.

Lingling frowned when she heard these words.

Be familiar with the deeds of heroes...

Learn the spirit of heroes...

Follow the example of what the heroic spirit once praised.

"I understand why those people on the list of people on the Shanxi visits died one after another." Lingling suddenly spoke.

"Aren't they affected by evil power?" Mo Fan said inexplicably.

"It was influenced by evil power, but also by heroic spirit spirit. Originally, the Spirit Card was just a role model for every young man. Because of the huge evil power brought by the Red Devil, the heroic spirit spirit took root in the mind of every young man, so that it would do something that would achieve the goal even if he sacrificed his life." Lingling said.

Lingling and Ozawa have both compared this visit list, and many of them died, but their deaths are "reasonable".

At that time, Lingling could not tell whether they were affected by the Red Devil's magnetic field or their own problems, and there was no real result in it. Until now, Lingling finally understood!

Their deaths are in line with the spirit of heroes!!

They are following...

"Master, did you lose a heroic spirit card in the temple, and it was not long ago?" Lingling asked.

"How do you know?" The monk Shoushan was a little surprised. He looked at Lingling and explained after a few seconds. "Because there are some small controversies about this Hero Spirit Card, it suddenly disappeared. I didn't care too much."

"I understand, thank you, Master. We also want to participate in this festival for young people tomorrow night. Is it OK?" Lingling asked with a smile.

"Of course, I wish you some rewards." The monk replied.

...

...

As dusk approaches, the plain silk sways gently in the evening wind. It seems that after a whole night of decoration, the entire sacrifice mountain has become different. There is no way to say that it is decorated with lights, but it also has a little more complexion.

Some black ink marks were written on the white silk, like riddles for people to enjoy.

One after another, the young people and the young people set foot on the mountain of sacrifice. They all wore solemn kimonos, without colorful colors, were all very light colors, and even had no patterns, including women's kimonos.

They are all young people, and they can't see many important figures in the Double Guard Pavilion, as if this is a convention.

Everyone stepped into the Sacrifice Mountain in groups of three or three. There were many futons placed in front of the temple. Everyone sat down in the order they came and faced the temple with the Yingling Card.

They weren't overly serious, and they could hear them talking and laughing.
Chapter completed!