One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 401: Sexual Sacrifice in Front of the Mirror
Zhao Fuyun felt very strange at this moment, or to be more precise, weird.

He felt something sticking to his body, but it seemed like an illusion in his mind. After all, when he entered the mirror door, what was reflected was only his own reflection.

He looked back at the room where he had been for who knows how long, and saw only darkness.

It is so vast and empty, yet it gives people a feeling of a prison.

Zhao Fuyun twisted his body and felt something sticking to him.

He walked calmly in the mirror, not knowing how far the road ahead was. He suppressed the Dharma principles of "immaculate" and "immune to all evil" in his heart. Even the light of the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand, which he used to protect himself, was much dimmer. It was just like a small lamp, shining on his face but not his back.

There was a heavy shadow on his back, as if there was someone hidden in the shadow, and connected to the darkness.

There was darkness in front of him. It was clearly just a mirror, but there was fog in front of him. He couldn't even tell whether he was taking distance with each step, or was just standing still.

He felt that something in the darkness was about to merge into his body, but it was just a slight feeling. He subconsciously resisted but did not use all his strength. Faintly, he seemed to hear a chuckle in the darkness.

It seemed as if a consciousness appeared in his mind. He only needed to open his mind to feel this space and accept everything in the darkness, then he would be able to find a way out of this darkness.

Zhao Fuyun obeyed this feeling and continued to walk forward slowly. He felt that the darkness had enveloped him, isolating him from the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand.

Slowly, a light appeared in his eyes.

This ray of light was like the light from the sky. That ray of light was vertical, just a line, tiny and faint. As he walked closer, he found that it was a door.

Or rather, that mirror.

He stood in front of the mirror with a lamp in his hand, looked outside the mirror, and found that this was actually a boudoir.

And in front of the mirror, there was a woman dancing.

This is a young woman with black hair tied in a bun and decorated with gold and jewels. If you just look at her head, you will think she is a noble and dignified lady.

But she was only wearing a gauze dress, which was extremely thin, as light as a cicada's wing.

She was dancing erotically there.

There were lights lit around her, the light shone on her, and her body could be seen through the white gauze.

The body is tender and full, the legs are long,

Zhao Fuyun knew that many ritual dances were performed with the purpose of entertaining ghosts and gods with beauty, which would make it easier to invite some ghosts and gods.

Moreover, in front of her, there was a spirit tablet and an incense burner, which clearly showed that sacrifices had been made there.

Then she is "inviting gods", which is a sacrificial dance, also known as witch dance.

However, this method of "inviting gods" often cannot be carried out in public. Even if it is passed down, it is taught privately, and it is always difficult to know who can do it and who can't.

Zhao Fuyun could feel the weird and inexplicable rhythm in her dancing. Above her shoulders she was dignified and gorgeous, but below her shoulders she was obscene and seductive. Even a man as virtuous as Zhao Fuyun was, he was disturbed.

There is an idea of agreeing to all her requests.

The woman seemed to see the light in the mirror and saw a person standing in the mirror holding a lamp, looking at herself.

A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, as if she was a little surprised, but she quickly regained her composure. Her dance became more and more pious and seductive. Finally, she lay down with her back to the mirror where Zhao Fuyun was, with her hips raised and her waist bent, and her dignified face facing the mirror opposite. The mirror opposite could reflect her seductive posture, but not Zhao Fuyun in the mirror where Zhao Fuyun was.

This was her pose at the end of the sacrificial dance, or it could be said to be the beginning.

Everything is a deal, a deal with ghosts and gods.

The price is your own body.

"Evil sacrifice and lewd worship." This was the first thought that flashed through Zhao Fuyun's mind.

He didn't know what the other party's purpose of the sacrifice was, and he himself was not an evil god. But now he found himself still imprisoned in the mirror and could not get out as he wished.

Of course, he did not try to break free from the mirror.

The original brass key in his hand had disappeared at some point.

Just looking at her, I felt that she and I seemed to have a relationship.

He felt as if he was summoned by her, and there was a consciousness in his body that made him complete the transaction with her.

"Please, mirror spirit, enjoy it. I only wish to remain young forever."

As soon as she said this, Zhao Fuyun felt an infinite impulse in his heart as he looked at the woman lying on the ground with her buttocks facing him.

He knew that this was not his true nature, but rather the thoughts of the mirror spirit that possessed him.

So he stuffed the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand into his mouth.

His mouth opened, and the light kept shrinking as it approached his mouth, and by the time it entered his mouth it had already turned into a stream of light.

The moment he put away the Red Flame Divine Lamp in his hand, the mirror became pitch black, with only the outline of a person visible there.

Zhao Fuyun relaxed his mind, and the desire immediately surged into his heart and took over his body.

Then the yellow key that had disappeared in his palm appeared. He raised his hand, held the brass key and slid it towards the mirror in front of him, and the mirror opened immediately.

Then he took a step outside.

The lights in the room were instantly extinguished by the darkness, without any wind.

He was behind the woman in one step and raised his hand to touch her. He could see that her body was trembling under the white veil.

The woman looked up at the mirror in front of her, and saw only darkness. The darkness surged out of the mirror and was about to drown her. She felt a little scared, but she tried her best to endure it.

She noticed a wrinkle at the corner of her eye a few days ago, which was unacceptable to her love of beauty, so today's ceremony took place.

At this moment, the hand that was about to touch the woman's body stopped. Then, the woman saw through the mirror that the darkness broke open, and light emerged from the darkness behind her, dispersing the darkness.

It's like light breaking out of a cocoon.

She saw a Taoist in orange robes, radiating light.

The room was full of light. The originally depressing and dark room became grand and bright at this moment. The mirrors in the room reflected balls of light.

She didn't dare to move, not knowing whether her ritual had failed or not, nor did she know whether this was a mirror spirit.

However, she could see Zhao Fuyun in the mirror in front of her.

The first thing Zhao Fuyun looked at the mirror behind him was to see a long crack on the mirror. The mirror spirit was already standing in the mirror and looked exactly like Zhao Fuyun, like Zhao Fuyun's reflection.

But His face was cold and incredulous.

Zhao Fuyun suddenly thought of something and couldn't help asking, "Did Yun Yiqing also leave through the Mirror Gate back then?"

The 'Zhao Fuyun' in the mirror did not answer, but Zhao Fuyun thought more.

He thought, Yun Yiqing came out through the mirror, and then cut off the mirror spirit attached to her body, so Yun Yihong was born?

Afterwards, Yun Yihong came to Da Zhou, met Zhao Ze, and gave birth to herself.

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but say to the person in the mirror: "Are you the mirror spirit? Were you born now, or have you existed for a long time?"

(End of this chapter)