Chapter 234 The disdain of the White Bone Bodhisattva!
Coming with great momentum and excitement
In the end, he could only leave with his tail between his legs. It wouldn't be long before Wang Yuanjing's reputation would spread throughout the Daliang Mountains.

"This ancient witchcraft lineage is not completely useless!"

Looking at the five people who left in disgrace, Wang Yuanjing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Even few of Wu Gensheng's thirty-five brothers could handle it, so how could these pampered wizards be so kind-hearted?

"Will they just let it go?"

Xue Fan asked curiously, leaning on a sheep-head cane.

"Who knows?"

Wang Yuanjing smiled and replied.

To be honest, he was somewhat looking forward to these witches coming back to seek revenge.

This means that the team of demons under the White Bone Bodhisattva will grow stronger again.

This trip to Daliang Mountain was worthwhile.

"You want me to give you two?"

He looked at the man carrying the banner and teased.

"Forget it. I can't control it."

Xue Fan rolled his eyes at him and said indifferently.

The spirits that were converted by the magic spell of Hehua Zizai Tian will go down the dark path and sink into the sea of ​​desire, unable to extricate themselves.

They will only recognize the master who can bring them bliss, and are completely unable to be tamed by other wizards.

"Have you ever thought about the future? I don't think you can stay in Daliang Mountain for much longer."

Wang Yuanjing turned and asked the ghost master beside him.

Stand with these three outsiders against their own people.

Even if they didn't take action in the end, the Ghost Lord's lineage would inevitably be marginalized in the future.

"How about letting me deal with those five people?"

Wang Yuanjing said with a smile.

The ghost leader opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute.

The person in front of me is simply a killer!
"Lets see."

The ghost master glanced at the pair of children behind him, thought for a moment, and replied.

"How about I recommend you a place?"

"Oh?"

"Just now I heard that Feng Tianyang is also from your Ghost Master's lineage?"

Wang Yuanjing's eyes flashed with a sharp light and he asked.

"You mean"

The ghost master was stunned for a moment.

He glanced at the curious crowd, and finally explained the relationship between Feng Tianyang and his lineage.

"Feng Tianyang is the ghost master of the previous generation, that is, a member of the Feng clan of my master's generation."

He explained.

The Ghost Lord's lineage is not passed down by blood, but mostly continues in the form of master and apprentice.

Because the number of Vasas inherited from the Ghost Lord's lineage is limited, in order not to disperse the power, they usually only choose one heir.

"Them"

Wang Yuanjing pointed at the ghost lord’s two children.

The latter gritted his teeth and finally told the boy the plan he had made.

From the beginning to the end, he adopted this adopted son just to give his biological daughter a chance to leave this Yinshan Mountain.

"Ada!"

The young girl Feng Xi looked at her father in disbelief.

"sorry, I."

The ghost master looked at the young man with some guilt, but was interrupted by the latter.

"Sister, don't blame your father. I did all this on my own accord."

The boy showed a carefree smile.

If we survive or die, what is there to worry about?
This made Wang Yuanjing couldn't help but look at him with higher regard.

After calming down, the ghost master continued:

“Feng Tianyang’s generation was just like Feng Xi and the others, they all wanted to send someone out.

“It’s just that I’m doing it for personal reasons, while they’re doing it to find hope.

"It was not until he was sure that the man would never come back that my master became the ghost master of the previous generation."

In other words, Feng Tianyang should be the uncle or great-grandmaster of the Ghost Lord Feng Qi.

Feng Zhenghao is Feng Tianyang's grandson, so in terms of seniority, the Ghost Lord Feng Qi is his uncle.

“Back then, the matter of the Eight Wonders caused a lot of uproar. Even though Daliang Mountain was closed, it also learned about it.

"The great witches from all the major families sent people to look for Feng Tianyang, but these people never came back."

The ghost master said with emotion.

Dead.
Wang Yuanjing complained in his heart.

Feng Tianyang fell into the hands of the Wang family, who were a group of living devils. How could the witches and shamans of Daliang Mountain survive if they fell into their hands?

His life was not in danger, and his spirit was divided up by the Wang family members who practiced the art of capturing spirits and sending generals.

"and after?"

Wang Yuanjing asked with great interest.

The Wang family can't be found, where is Feng Zhenghao? The Tianxiahui has been very prosperous in recent years.
"I didn't know anymore after that."

The ghost master shook his head, he was trapped in Yinshan Mountain.

It was fine in the early years, but in recent years the relationship between the Ghost Lord and the major families has become increasingly worse, and many information channels have been blocked.

Wang Yuanjing thought about it for a moment and understood.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Since the witch from Daliang Mountain was hiding here so honestly, it meant that the result would definitely not be good.

If he hadn't been warned by the Wang family, or if he hadn't been dealt with by Feng Zhenghao himself.
The latter was able to build such a huge empire from scratch, but he is not as kind as he appears.

"Feng Tianyang has another descendant in the outside world, but his situation is not very good."

Wang Yuanjing revealed the existence of Feng Zhenghao and the conflict between the Tianxiahui and the Wang family.

Wang Ai is also an old fox. It is not so easy for Feng Zhenghao to overthrow the Wang family if he wants to swallow the dragon. If a master like the Ghost Lord joins...
Maybe the hope is bigger.

Wang Yuanjing didn't have a good impression of the Wang family and was happy to create some minor troubles for them.

"Feng Zhenghao"

The ghost master's eyes flickered, he thought for a moment, and nodded slowly.

"I will think about it."

The next few days.

The Ghost Lord did not leave Daliang Mountain directly. He still needed some time to deal with his funeral affairs.

The most troublesome ones are the young men sent by the major families to serve
He was a little afraid that these people would be treated unfairly because of him, so he spent a lot of energy on dealing with them.

Xue Fan also began to learn some witchcraft.

However, as the ghost master is busy dealing with things and cannot teach personally, his two children are currently taking over temporarily.

Fortunately, it’s just getting started and the difficulty is not high.

Feng Xi and her brother, the young man named Feng You, are capable of doing the job.

Therefore, Wang Yuanjing and the corpse demon who were temporarily living in Tangbianzi Village could often see Xue Fan, leaning on a sheep-head crutch, performing rituals in front of the door of the mud-brick house.

Feng Xi and Feng You did not avoid it when teaching Xue Fan.

Therefore, Tu Junfang and Wang Yuanjing, who were standing by, also heard a lot of secrets about witchcraft.

Although the witches and shamans mainly control spirits, they are also good at other things.
Divination, sacrifice, medicine.
What Wang Yuanjing was most interested in was the content related to sacrifice and totem.

In ancient times, there was a woman named Jian Di who accidentally ate the eggs of a black bird in the suburbs, and gave birth to Shang Qi, the ancestor of the Shang Dynasty. Therefore, the Shang Dynasty people worshipped the black bird as a totem.

They would imitate the bird's dancing posture to worship the Xuanniao. They would wear colorful feathers on their heads, jade pendants carved with Xuanniao patterns on their bodies, and dance to the crackling sound of the sacrificial items in the fire.

The princes and small tribal leaders from all over the country would also dance to the totem of their own tribe under the guidance of the people who performed the Xuanniao dance sacrifices of the Shang Dynasty.

This feast of totem worship is called "Dance of a Hundred Beasts".

In ancient times, only those who controlled the priests and the army could control the fate of a tribe or a country.

This is enough to show how high the status of the witch is.

However, after the Shang Dynasty, the status of the witch gradually weakened, and the existence of historians, ritual officials, etc. gradually replaced the once prominent witch.

how is it?

Does it look familiar? It is exactly the same as the godlike way of Xia Liuqing, the fierce actor.

In addition, Wang Yuanjing also saw the shadow of Taoism in many witchcrafts.

Do not!
It should be said the other way around, that the shadow of witchcraft can be seen in many Taoist ideas and methods.

The dance used in the sacrifice, although seemingly a funny act of dancing to the gods, actually contains a different kind of mystery.

禹步
Or it can be said as stepping on the Gangbu Dou!

This is the set of steps that Wang Yuanjing learned from Zhuge Kongming in the inner scene.

This kind of steps and dance was actually originally a sacrificial dance during the time when Dayu was controlling floods. Legend has it that as long as Dayu performed this dance, the flood control would be successful.

There are many more like this
This is the fact, the culture of witches and shamans has created the pinnacle of many professions in the future.

After the Shang Dynasty, the witches who controlled the ability to record became historians.
Those witches who mastered the divination skills of oracle bone inscriptions became fortune tellers.
Those shamans who were in charge of sacrificial rituals and instruments became ritual officials.
Even now Xuanmen
The Taoist doctrine originated from the thoughts of Laozi and Zhuangzi, and more broadly speaking, it is the Huang-Lao school of thought. Taoism is a form of religion that only emerged during the Han Dynasty.

The fusion of witchcraft with Buddhism and Taoism has produced many strange reactions, but that is another story.

“After all, the situation where today is worse than in the past is still a minority.”

Wang Yuanjing lost interest in witchcraft after just watching it for a few days.

The witchcraft learned by the shamans in Daliang Mountain is closer to the essence of shamans of that era than many cultures and ideas in the outside world.

The shadows of the barbaric tribal era can be seen everywhere, but many things have changed.

Moreover, the collision of ideas among so many sages from ancient and modern times has already created a more advanced civilization system.

Why should we go far away instead of near?

He turned around and began to sort out the harvest he had gained in the past few days.

"Can your ghost elephant be any bigger?"

Wang Yuanjing looked at the white bone Bodhisattva riding on the back of the ghost elephant and spoke after thinking for a moment.

The ghost elephant's negative energy was dispersed by him, and now it can only be regarded as a small elephant at best, as tall as the White Bone Bodhisattva.

If it were a war horse, it would be fine.

As a war elephant, it seems somewhat out of place.

The White Bone Bodhisattva thought about it and seemed to think it made sense. She got off the ghost elephant's back and put her hand on it.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu~"

The hundreds of dark shadows around began to make shrill cries.

Feng Xi, who was instructing Xue Fan in performing a shaman dance, looked over curiously.

Then, a surprising scene happened.

The ghost elephant, which was originally only five or six meters tall, began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a while, it grew to a height of more than ten meters.

In Tangbianzi Village, which is built on flat floors, the existence of the ghost elephant stands out from the crowd.

"You drew their Yin energy to feed this ghost elephant?"

Wang Yuanjing reacted and asked.

At this time, the aura of those dark shadows was obviously much weaker.

Just a bunch of trash.
With a look of disdain on her face, the White Bone Bodhisattva turned over and sat on the elephant's back again. At this time, her legs fell just at the level of the elephant's mouth.

It looks a lot more coordinated than before.

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(End of this chapter)