Chapter 896 Moon Sacrifice Wine, Red Dragon Bloodline
The sun is scorching!
Qian Chen bowed over the golden rice, with big drops of sweat hitting it, causing the ripe ears of rice to bow their heads. Kun En's heavy breathing came from the side, and his arms were pulled out by the rice leaves.
With red marks, the sickle in his hand was swung rapidly, cutting an armful of rice into bunches.
After harvesting an unknown amount of rice, Kun reluctantly straightened up and looked up behind him.
There was only a bunch of rice ears in the basket, which made Kun's eyes turn red and he almost shed tears.
"Why is there such a perverted secret realm in the spiritual world in the Eastern Continent?"
Quinn was about to cry but had no tears: "I feel like I have worked all day and all night to harvest such a small amount of rice? Is it one hundred for one? Or one thousand or ten thousand rice for one?"
The basket on Qian Chen's back was mostly full. He straightened up and said calmly: "This is a difficult situation! How much rice elixir you can take has nothing to do with how much rice you harvest in this endless field. It depends on your hard work."
Come in exchange for spirituality.”
"This wilderness of the spiritual world is the embodiment of Eastern Continent's countless years of hard work, harvest and agriculture in the spiritual world. What is deposited here is the pain and toil of farmers for thousands of years."
"That's why it's called misery!"
"The only way to exchange suffering in a miserable situation is for the spirituality accumulated in it. This kind of suffering is not the sensory pain symbolized by the blood cup, but hard work, numb work, repetitive labor that wears away human nature, and farming.
The suffering!”
"In fact, because you have been pampered for so long, it is easy to feel the hardship, so it is not too difficult to obtain the spiritual rice here. About five thousand stones of grain can harvest one stone of spiritual rice."
Qian Chen came to a small patch of shade in the vast wilderness and dug out a bronze tripod from the foot of the elm tree.
He smashed the rice off the ears, pounded the grain bit by bit with the stone mortar, and then used a dustpan to throw it at the wind outlet to remove the weeds and chaff. Finally, he used the turbid bitter spring to smash the yellow koji and put the sun-dried rice into pieces.
New rice mixed with bitter water was buried in it.
The work that had been repeated for a week finally came to an end. Along with Qian Chen, Quinn and Gable worshiped the land and the god of agriculture.
When they fell from the spirit world and returned to the living world, they saw Qian Chen holding a silver cup. A large amount of wine flowed out of the silver cup. Qian Chen poured it into the jar. Blood-red osmanthus was sprinkled on the wine bit by bit.
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Soon, the spiritual grain obtained through hard work and self-spiritual labor in the miserable state was aged in the spiritual world for seven days in the bitter spring. After seven days, the rice wine was finally brewed, mixed with the sweet-scented osmanthus and put into the altar again, sealed, and buried.
Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the small courtyard.
Qian Chen looked up at the increasingly full moon in the sky. Due to the weather, the moon was a little red, and the moonlight was hazy with frosted edges.
Elijah fell back from the spiritual world and looked at Qian Chen pitifully.
But Leader Qian just checked her harvest and saw that it was only a handful of wheat flour, which was also mixed with a large amount of incompletely crushed wheat grains. Qian Chen sifted through it with a fine mesh and only got a pitiful handful.
"That's all?" Qian Chen poured all the wheat she ground into a cup and showed it to her.
"Who can eat this? It's the day of the moon festival soon! If there's not enough flour to make moon cakes, I'll ask you to summon the moon beast from the dark side of the moon and skin it instead!"
Elijah looked at Qian Chen in horror. At this moment, the image of Leader Qian in her eyes was no different from that of a farmer in the New World wielding a whip!
The two most important sacrifices in the moon worship ceremony are wine and moon cakes. Moon cakes are second, but wine is an older and more important sacrifice than moon cakes, and is very closely related to moon worship.
As the saying goes, raise a cup to the bright moon and drink to the moon.
Before the moon on August 15th became a symbol of reunion, it was an important ceremony valued by the literati of the Eastern Continent.
Under the gradually becoming full moonlight, Qian Chen looked around from the small courtyard. Throughout the city of Kafas, many evil spirits released by them were still causing various massacres and blood sacrifices. One by one, the blood lamps were illuminated in the darkness, and gradually
They are connected together like the slightly red osmanthus flowers on the osmanthus tree next to them!
Twelve days have passed since Coppola’s murderous murder, and one more day will be the Mid-Autumn Festival!
Throughout the city of Carfas, the extraordinary beings on the Blood Cup path have become panic-stricken. The Blood Cup extraordinary people and thirsty ones who have not yet been sent to prison have all been sacrificed to the laurel tree by their little secret sect.
Every bit of red in the fragrant osmanthus flowers above is dyed red by the blood of original sin in the blood cup!
Yesterday, Qian Chen led Quen and the others to attack the prison where the Night Watchmen imprisoned extraordinary people. They massacred more than 20 extraordinary people who were on the path of the Blood Cup. They used blood to smear a huge tree diagram on the outer wall of the prison, which was enough.
Remind the Night's Watch of the overall appearance of the entire mystery!
The night watchmen must be frantically pursuing this case tonight.
But since teaching Quinn and the others how to exorcise the evil spirits, the last bit of blood cup remnants can be left to the green light evil spirits and orange light magic spirits to hunt down, and there is no need for them to take action personally.
"The situation in Carfas City should have attracted the attention of the Blood Cup Church headquarters..." Qian Chen whispered: "I hope they can send a transformer over!"
Gable caught the red osmanthus flowers falling from the tree.
He almost watched with his own eyes as the buds on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree turned red little by little.
More than ten blood sacrifices are connected on the plane of Carfas City, which is a simple tree diagram, and all the spiritual matter and the blood of original sin will be gathered along the veins into this small courtyard and enter this small courtyard.
Osmanthus tree.
Not far away is the Wisdom Bell Tower...
Captain Anderson of the Night Watch was standing under the Bell Tower of Wisdom. Next to him was an old man wearing a wizard's robe. The old man with a long beard was looking at Anderson dissatisfiedly, and the magic book in his hand suddenly closed.
"Our Omniscient Tower has occupied this place for hundreds of years! Thirty years ago, the Original Sin Sect was cleared away by us. Now, there is no doubt that the Wisdom Tower has completely belonged to the Omniscient Tower, and at least eight wizards are stationed there every day.
Inside! It is the most powerful wizard tower in the entire Kingdom of Camelot. Even if it has not been completely restored to its old appearance, it is still one of the only three wizard towers in Camelot."
"No one can take anything away from us!"
"Even the remnants of the Original Sin Sect of the past are the same..."
Anderson stared at the bell tower dozens of meters high, observing the somewhat deserted tower. The old wizard just snapped his fingers, and the entire tower suddenly became brightly lit. The complicated colored windows and spliced ​​windows changed in various geometric patterns, and each secret was revealed.
The ritual array spread out and enveloped the entire tower.
The powerful invisible technique swept across most of Carfas. At the top of the tower, three young wizards held silver lamps and surrounded a secret ceremony. They recited ancient poems until the huge oil lamp at the top of the tower suddenly lit up.
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The powerful spirituality of the 'lamp' swept across the entire city of Carfas, and the strong light focused on the old map in the old wizard's hand, burning dots and patterns on it.
Anderson lit a cigarette and said, "Is this divination?"
The old wizard said proudly: "Yes, this is the most mysterious and powerful invisible art - light divination! Except for the great prophecy of the Holy Church, only the spirituality of the Lantern Father accumulated here with the help of the Wisdom Bell Tower can envelope the entire world in an instant.
Kafas, after illuminating all the clues, asked the lamp father, the representative of reason in the spiritual world, to imprint the answer."
"On the map there are traces of all the spiritual legacy of Kafas today..."
The old wizard looked at the burned spots on the map and frowned slightly. He pointed at the dot-like marks and said: "The circles should represent the spiritual legacy of the blood cup. They are close to red and represent 'original sin'."
Anderson slightly connected the traces with a pen and found that they were roughly consistent with the murders of the past few days, but some of them should have occurred in the sewers and had not been discovered by the night watchmen.
When these traces were connected, Anderson felt they looked familiar.
Then he took out a piece of oil paper from his chest, which he drew based on a huge tree-like mysterious figure written in blood on the outer wall of the prison during yesterday's murder.
Oil paper and map overlay.
The two vaguely overlap...
The great wizard raised his head solemnly and looked at Anderson. At the root of the blood map, a ring representing focus and concentration faintly overlapped with the wisdom tower on the map...
Qian Chen erased the traces of the lamp father's fall in the spiritual world, and obscured the spiritual reflection in the small courtyard under the light.
When the light divination illuminated the entire Kafas, Qian Chen used the mirror in the spiritual world to reflect the light to farther places. The spirituality there was faintly imprinted on the map in his hand, and he looked at the map after it was burned by the light.
Qian Chen scratched several burn marks with his fingernails.
"The direction of the foggy city has the most powerful spirituality. The huge lamp..." The old map of Camelot in Qian Chen's hand shows the location of the foggy city. The palace and church area have the heaviest burn marks.
A hole was almost burned through the Cathedral of the Holy Lamp, but there was another burn mark that spread from the hole to Carfas.
"At least two Transformers are coming to Carfas...and there is also a perfect man, who is what the Holy Church calls a living saint, sitting in the Cathedral of the Holy Lamp!"
The spirituality of the palace area tends to be lamps, but there are also traces of cups, mirrors and beasts!
Similarly, there was also a metamorphosis from there, probably a transcendent person representing the royal family of Camelot. Qian Chen stared at the burn marks there. It was like using the Platinum Palace and Hampton Palace as its wings, the old
A seven-headed beast with the body of Dun River!
Red Dragon……
"Is Pendragon's bloodline really the red dragon?"
"Sichen in July is a beast that represents wildness, demons and strength - the Great Sun Golden Bell! It doesn't have a good relationship with me. I brought it to this world purely because I covet its Ten Thousand Demons Dao Fruit.
." Qian Chen had a headache.
The royal bloodline of Camelot is actually the seven-headed red dragon transformed from the Six Sichen of the Abyss, which symbolizes corruption.
But there are seven dragons, and Pendragon is just one of them.
But it also said that the royal bloodline of Camelot must have a tendency to degenerate. They are burdened with extremely powerful original sin, because the red dragon is also a symbol of original sin.
Chapter completed!