Chapter 12 Southern Smoke Cloud Lock Late Autumn 12

Yunduo was stunned and muttered to himself, "How can this be? Knowing that these springs will turn people into beast-like things, they still have to drink them secretly. How can people do this?"

Chongguang smiled on the side and said, "What's more ridiculous than this? I've seen it." He remembered the residents of Sanhe Town and the people in Liangzhou City who worshiped the psychic saint, which can be said to be sentimental.

Zoma agrees with him very much: "People are really the strangest creatures in the world. They can do anything. After living in the dense forest, those Black Miao people gradually multiplied into another tribe and became enemies of our Bai Miao people for generations. And from time to time, some people in our tribe steal the spring water and finally join the Hei Miao tribe. This situation has gradually aroused the vigilance of the patriarchs and elders of all dynasties and strengthened the guard against the poisonous spring, but this kind of thing is still unforbid. Until later, the elders accidentally met a master outside the world and was instructed by the master to build the cold jade tower at the spring. The spring was suppressed at the bottom of the cold jade tower, which prohibited the matter of stealing the spring water.

Wuhan couldn't help nodding and said, "So this is the origin of the Hanyu Tower."

Zhuoma continued: "When the cold jade tower was built, it had been 500 years since the spring appeared, and even the patriarch had changed 21. The master once said that this spring is born from the fierceness of heaven and earth. It is fierce and dangerous. Under the spring, there is a place to bury the bones of a peerless murderer. This fierce man's ability before his life is a magical power that we can't imagine, so he tells us to guard it well.

Chongguang couldn't help asking, "Who is this master? Have you ever seen the saint?"

Zoma shook her head: "No, I'm only 300 years old now. That tall man was a figure 1,500 years ago. With his cultivation at that time, he must have become an immortal. How can he still stay in the world? However, I once heard the elder vaguely mention that this master is from the far west. There is a nickname called Jixi Godman, but no one knows what it is.

Chongguang recalled it repeatedly in his mind and couldn't find a little impression of this Western god. It seemed that it was indeed too old, and the master had never heard of it, so he did not mention it to himself.

Yunduo asked curiously, "Auntie, we already know the origin and dispute between the Black Miao and the White Miao people. What's wrong with that saint? I knew that you are the saint of our family since I was sensible, but after listening to what you just now, it seems that there have been other saints before. Why is there such a title as saint? Now that the Hanyu Tower has been built, just send people to guard the valley. Anyway, our stockade is built outside the valley. As long as you guard the valley mouth, who can do anything? Why do you have to spend three years guarding it every six years?

Wuhan also said, "Yes, I'm also very strange. Since you just need to guard the entrance of the cold jade tower, why do you have to spend so much time in it? Is there anything strange about this cold jade tower?"

Zhuoma sighed: "It's not that the cold jade tower is strange, but the spring. To be precise, it is the bone of the peerless murderer under the spring. The master said that the reason why the spring eye appeared is because of the buried bones of this peerless murderer. It is said that this murderer is still in ancient times. Although the fierce god at the beginning of heaven and earth has died, his ghost has been hiding underground and waiting for the opportunity to be born. This spring is inspired by his soul. The evil spirit of heaven and earth is condensed, and is faintly linked with the fierce soul underground. Therefore, the spring eye will emit endless miasma from time to time and deter people's souls. It can not only hurt lives, but also turn the normal people you bump into into extremely fierce barbarians. That day, it was the outbreak of the miasma of our two ethnic groups that we were caught off guard and changed momentum. As a result, we were occupied by the Gukou by Black Miao. If it hadn't been for the urgent wisdom of Wumeng's ancestors, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"The West Godman once said that he was far from the opponent of the fierce god, but the fierce god is dead, and now what remains is only a little unquenchable soul and resentment, using the bones of the fierce god himself to make waves. If the spring keeps devouring mortals and nourishing the fierce god, one day the fierce god will be resurrected. At that time, the sky will collapse and the earth will collapse, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

"So he instructed the patriarchs and elders at that time to build this cold jade tower. After suppressing the spring, he told us that the attack period and incubation period of this spring was exactly three years. Every time the attack period comes, it is necessary for a woman who has become a nirvana scroll to use her own vitality as a guide to seduce Jiutian's energy and suppress the anger that keeps erupting in the eyes of this spring.

Chongguang understood when he heard this. It seems that this is how the saint came from. If the white seedling woman is willing to sacrifice herself to suppress the evil spirit after practicing nirvana, she will be respected as a saint and enjoy supreme glory, but the price paid is also extremely heavy.

Yunduo still seemed to be ignorant: "What happened later? Did any people become nirvana, or did they not come out until your aunt came out?" At this point, she sensed something and covered her mouth in surprise.

Zhuoma looked at her with a smile: "Silly child, the saints of all generations who have been trained to suppress the anger of the spring, but in fact, although the saints have been trained as nirvana, they have not understood the true meaning of nirvana and rebirth. They have just learned some magical power, so in the process of suppressing the spring, these saints themselves It consumes a lot of vitality and often can't end well.

The cloud exclaimed, "Ah, isn't that aunt?" Thinking that my aunt would not end well, I was so anxious that tears were about to flow down. Wuhan stood up and shouted to her, "Aunt is not the saints in the past. You see that she is more than 300 years old and still so young, you know that she must have understood the core inheritance of the Nirvana Scroll. Don't worry about it. Listen to your aunt carefully first, and you will know how to stop.

Yunduo suddenly blushed and said unconvincedly, "I'm not worried about my aunt, but you have no conscience." Wuhan waited to argue, and Zhuoma motioned him not to talk back to his sister, so he sat down horrically.

Zhuoma smiled and recounted their brothers and sisters: "Such an adult, still talk back like a child. In particular, Wuhan is already a father and can't turn around like a bull. Don't you know how to let your sister go? Wuhan's black face suddenly turned red like a monkey's buttocks, which was ridiculous.

Chongguang said, "Then those saints didn't end well before Aunt Zhuoma?" Zhuoma sighed, "Yes, those years are really frightening. Every Miao woman who studied nirvana scrolls practiced with the determination to sacrifice herself. A saint can only persist for 40 years at most, and some of her cultivation are less than 50 years old and die of violent illness. Such a tragedy has lasted for 1,200 years.

Chongguang said curiously, "How did you understand the true meaning of Nirvana Scroll and practice the realm of Phoenix's immortality and rebirth?" Then he gave an explanation: "It must be your aunt who is talented and has a high understanding. Only then did she break through the boundary and truly understand the sacred secret book of Phoenix Village since ancient times." Yunduo listened to him compliment his grandparents, and his heart was also secretly happy.

Zhuoma shook her head and said with a smile, "I don't have that ability. 300 years ago, when I was a daughter, the saint of the clan was my aunt. At that time, I witnessed that my aunt, who was less than 40 years old, had gray hair and was weak. The person who practiced nirvana was much stronger than ordinary people, but my aunt was like a reed in the wind. She fell down as soon as she blew, and she couldn't hold on. At that time, I felt sorry for her. At that time, the patriarch was my father, so I sneaked to my father's treasure room, peeked at the scriptures of Nirvana, and secretly practiced by myself. I wanted to help my aunt when I finished it.

"At that time, I didn't have any foundation, so I practiced randomly according to the scriptures of the secret scriptures. As a result, I had a problem. My body was cold and hot, and I had a high fever. My father, the patriarch, was anxious and asked for medical treatment everywhere, but the elders and witch doctors in the clan were helpless. At that time, the polar god man once annotated the Nirvana scroll, but he said that he only understood less than half of the Nirvana scroll, and even the people in our clan knew little about the Nirvana scroll he annotated, so no one could see the cause of the disease.

"What will happen later? Auntie, are you all right? Clouds care about chaos. Knowing what the result is, they are still nervous as if they are immersive.

"At that time, I was so sick that I was confused and unconscious that I couldn't tell my father that I secretly practiced Nirvana. At that time, only my aunt faintly saw a little clue because she had the deepest attainment of Nirvana, but she was not sure. She could only tell my father that it was her guess. Later, my illness became more and more serious, and it had reached the point of bonelessness. The whole family was worried. My father was forced to make a list everywhere, saying that if anyone had a cure, he would marry me to him and promised a large amount of dowry.

"In addition to our Bai Miao people, there are also many tribes such as the Yi people, Bohai people and many other tribes. My father originally meant to be a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Anyway, at that time, the people were helpless about my illness. Unexpectedly, after the news spread, there was an endless stream of people from various tribes, and people came to try it every day."

Yun Duo's expression was fascinated: "I have heard the elders mention it for a long time, saying that you used to be known as the golden phoenix in the Phoenix Village and the first beauty in Miaojiang. I don't know how many young men are secretly in love with it. It seems that these people are your admirers of your aunt." Wuhan secretly took the corner of her clothes and coughed vigorously.

Chongguang asked, "Then did anyone among these people find a way to save your aunt?" Since Zhuoma later became a saint and still lives to this day, someone naturally cured her illness.

Zoma shook her head and said, "No, there are so many strange people and strange people who can't find a way to treat me. Later, my father was hopeless and began to arrange someone to prepare for me. The people in the clan were very sad, and the whole Phoenix Village was full of mourning. I stayed until I was dying. I begged my father to accompany me out and let me take a last look at the scenery around Fenghuangzhai as a comfort before death.

"My father agreed. Together with my aunt, he pushed me in a wooden cart and walked around the Phoenix Village, and then we went to the Kushui River, which was the place where I played when I was a child. I watched the river in a daze, and my father and aunt were sad behind me.

"At that time, I didn't dream that I would meet my destined enemy just when I closed my eyes and waited to die." Zhuoma's voice suddenly became very excited, which seemed to evoke deep memories.