Under One Person, the little witch only wants to collect elves

Chapter 110 Godhead, Godhead Armor, Yan Family

Changyou and comedians, also known as Wu Nuo, are a type of shaman.

Ancient singers were all related to sacrifices. They communicated with gods through singing and dancing, and conveyed gods' will through ancient and mysterious rituals, driving away epidemics, bringing blessings, praying for blessings and warding off disasters, and eliminating difficulties and welcoming good luck.

But in the later development, the stage for Wu Nuo performances gradually moved away from the Nuo altar and onto the opera stage, and its sacred status was naturally relegated to the lower nine classes.

In the alien world, Yu, as an actor, can use unknown means to "steal" the spiritual power revealed by people when they worship God, thereby generating a kind of power derived from faith.

On this basis, actors develop a consciousness based on legendary characters or gods, which is called "godhood."

When thinking of the divine nature, it is not difficult to guess what Zhuge Gong is thinking.

Through the means of performing gods, the divinity of the ancestor Zhuge Kongming is recreated, in order to obtain the guidance and inheritance of "True Fire Samadhi".

To be honest, this idea is bold enough and may not fail.

The most revered figure in the history of the Three Kingdoms today, apart from Guan Yu, is Zhuge Liang.

Sichuan, Zhejiang, Shandong, Hubei, Hunan, Henan, Yunnan... Places like these have built large and small Wuhou Temples. Zhuge Liang, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, is worshipped here. There is plenty of incense and deep faith in various places, which provide excellent conditions for performing deification.

As for the two Wu Nu, if they could use this opportunity to portray Zhuge Liang's divinity, it would be a great gain in itself, not to mention that there is the secret of the Wu Hou sect's thousand-year inheritance behind it.

Apart from "True Fire Samadhi", what Zhuge Gong can give is probably "Taiyin" and "White Tiger" which are unknown whether they exist or not.

"I met someone who was trying to steal my job." Yan Huan smiled.

As for the company, the research on the divine nature involves the company's secret bunker. Informing the Wuhou faction of the research matters will involve certain risks. This cannot be said openly, but no one knows what agreement has been reached behind the scenes.

However, Yan Huan was certain that the company's willingness to get involved was definitely related to the "divine weapons" that it had been researching.

Divine weapon is an auxiliary device for the company's bunker research. It is an advanced technology that can inject "divine" into the human body. This research and development has been put into use in the Longhushan incident.

Unfortunately, the research process was full of twists and turns, and accidents occurred in the middle. There were precedents where users could not resist the influx of "divine" power and suffered from cognitive impairment, so this research is still being improved.

"Okay, okay, everything is ready, we just need the east wind."

"After lunch, we will go to the ancestral temple, and then we will ask for your help." Zhuge Gong said.

The two witches wearing traditional Nuo opera masks kept looking at Yan Huan, seemingly full of infinite curiosity.

What surprised Yan Huan was that these two colleagues did not show any hostility.

Maybe they are just curious.

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It was noon and the autumn wind was cool.

The meal was arranged at the Grand Hotel. A beef hotpot and a Zhuge marching dish were placed on the quaint and elegant round table. The kitchen was still busy preparing the remaining dishes.

As more and more tourists came around and the noise became louder, Zhuge Gong closed the door of the single room and turned on the ventilator next to the window.

The two people met by chance and each had their own thoughts, so it was difficult to speak. Even if they really started talking, the conversation probably wouldn't be very harmonious.

"Come on! No need to wait, just pick up your chopsticks."

"This is Zhuge's marching dish. It's what my ancestors ate when they led their troops into battle. In addition to preserved vegetables and braised pork, there are also bean curd, snow peas, cabbage, and Chinese cabbage. They are all pickled. The longer they are pickled, the purer the flavor."

"Pickling is also very particular. The thickness of the vegetables and the amount of salt need to be controlled well so that the taste will be right when fried."

"Come and try it, try it!"

Zhuge Gong, the host, saw that the atmosphere was tense and awkward, so he started to mediate.

"Eat, eat, eat." Seeing this, Huang Boren picked up a piece of beef and put it in the bowl.

The two Wu Nuo continued to stare at Yan Huan.

During the meal, the two did not move their chopsticks, and did not even take off their masks. "I heard from Xiao Meng and the other two that you are a witch, but we don't know which path you are taking. You are not like these two, a witch, right?" Zhuge Gong turned the turntable and moved the dish in front of Yan Huan.

It is unreasonable, really unreasonable, for him to have such strength but no famous family to rely on.

"I'm going to go out on a limb and to put it bluntly, I want to make friends all over the world and become famous." Yan Huan said, extending his chopsticks towards the pickled mustard greens.

“There are not many disciples who are courageous enough to choose to travel around.” Zhuge Gong praised.

Xie Fang, who was chewing braised pork, blinked and swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Mr. Zhuge, if you say that he is just a disciple sent out to perform rituals, you are underestimating Brother Yan Huan."

"Oh?" Zhuge Gong looked at Xie Fang with interest, "Is there a rumor that I don't know about?"

"Two hundred per piece."

"You are a bit materialistic." Zhuge Guan frowned and turned to look at the Wu Nuo brother and sister who had not picked up their chopsticks.

The two men's eyes were so shocked that they almost popped out from under their masks.

"You said your surname is Yan, which Yan?" Wu Nuo, the red ox with sharp horns, asked anxiously.

"The smiling face."

Snapped!
The woman wearing the red bull mask suddenly jumped up and grabbed Yan Huan's shoulders with both hands.

"Let me take a good look at your face!"

Yan Huan clearly felt that arm trembling slightly, and the eyes revealed by the mask were shining with crystal clear silver light.

"Second sister, calm down!"

"But... this is also..."

The bronze ghost shook his long sleeves and sighed helplessly, "Everyone, I'm sorry."

As soon as he finished speaking, a thick black mist emanated from the cuffs of his blue shirt, pulling the three of them down like a swamp. Yan Huan's eyes went dark, and when his vision became clear again, he was already in a remote corner of the streets of Zhuge Village.

"It's Qingfeng who knows the art of escape. His level is pretty good." Yan Huan pinched off the wisp of black smoke that had lingered on his sleeves.

"So your surname should be Yan?"

Wu Nuo, whose last name was Yan, reacted when he saw his own face.

These two people are most likely members of the Yan family from mother Yan Xuan's side.

"My name is Yan Fei. What's your mother's name?" The Red Ox Mask grabbed Yan Huan again, and this time his hands were stronger.

"Second sister, calm down first..."

"I can't calm down! This person looks too much like my sister. These eyes, this mouth... but this nose looks just like the stinky man who kidnapped my sister!"

"Where are you from? What's your ancestral home? Your mother is from Nanfeng, Jiangxi, and your father is from the Liangshan shamanic family in Sichuan, right?"

Hearing this, the bronze ghost beside him covered Yan Fei's mouth and pressed the mask hard on her face.

Yan Jiangli put his mouth close to the second sister's ear and whispered, "The aftermath of the Jiashen Rebellion is not over yet. Who are you trying to kill by saying this, second sister? Shut up and stop talking."

"Wuwuwu..." Yan Fei's eyes were filled with tears and she sobbed continuously, with hot tears overflowing from the round eye holes on the mask.

Yan Huan sat down on the curb made of square bricks, supporting his chin with his right hand.

"It's my aunt and uncle..."

But why?
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