Paintings of Terror

Ke Xun stared closely at the figure of Mu Yiran who ran out, watched him rush towards the tent in the distance, watched the giant shadow stretch its arms in from the roof of the tent, and watched someone crying and being carried out by it , the eight hands clasped together, and the shrill scream came from between the fingers.

Finally, watching Mu Yiran rushing into the tent, the giant shadow poured blood rain from his hands, pouring it on the tent, followed by a severed head, wrapped around a head of messy long hair, from the top of the tent Rolled down, slid down to the ground with a bang, and then the broken arms, legs, and ribs fell one by one, like a giant image dismantling a clock, patiently dismantling the human body in its hands part by part trunk.

Before dawn, the giant shadow dropped the dismantled broken body in his hands. A hollowed out skeleton with a few pieces of floating and cracked skin was thrown on the top of the tent. The giant shadow took it The bloody internal organs obtained returned to the thick black above the head.

Ke Xun was the first to rush to the tent, opened the bloodshot curtain, and saw Salix vomited to death in the corner of the tent, Geng Ma passed out on the felt blanket, and Mu Yiran looked at the patterned surface of the tent. Expressionless.

"Did you find anything?" Ke Xun asked him.

Mu Yiran turned to look at him: "We need to gather all the small tents."

No one was in the mood for breakfast, so Qin Ci and Mu Yiran gathered Zhao Dan's stumped limbs together and covered them with a felt blanket, and then everyone worked together to move all the small tents together.

However, the light during the day is very scattered, and looking up in the tent at this moment, it is still full of blurred patterns.

"We need to wait until night," Mu Yiran said, "after dark and before the giant shadow comes down, we must put these tents together according to the pattern on the top."

"Merge?" Qin Ci keenly sensed the meaning of the words, "You mean, the patterns on the top of these tents are divided into several parts from a complete pattern, and then painted on the tops of these tents? "

"I think it should be," Mu Yiran nodded slightly, "Last night I observed our tent and the tent Mrs. Geng was in, and found that they were both incomplete."

"It seems that the key lies in the patterns on the top of these tents." Qin Ci pondered, "But I still don't understand. Why can Zijasmine resist the giant shadow?"

"I may have an answer to this question when I come back from the Satuo Temple." Mu Yi was ready to leave.

"Then what are we going to do now?" Geng's father hurriedly asked, "The sacrifices before must be unusable, so how do we complete the task given by that person?"

Mu Yiran looked at the crowd: "Now what you have to do is to collect the following things: First, wine. As far as I know, the residents of Ganxiong area can make Qingsha wine, wine, rice wine, and kumiss wine. Come on, you can make as many as you can.

"Second, rice noodles and ghee. There are millet, rice, barley, wheat, and peas in the Ganxiong area. No matter which one you have, you can get it.

"Third, spices. Camphor, sandalwood, rosin, and other types of spices can probably be found in the Ganxiong area, no matter how much they are needed.

"Fourth, on the side of the celestial burial platform, the feathers of vultures.

"Come back as soon as possible before dark."

Everyone didn't ask any more questions. In fact, at this moment, no one had the extra energy and strength to question anything. For several days in a row, everyone hardly fell asleep. At this moment, the only physiological function left was to "be obedient and act" Functionality is still barely there.

"I'm going to the sky burial platform." Ke Xun said.

During the daytime, the most dangerous place is probably the celestial burial platform.

Mu Yiran looked at him, and said a rare sentence: "Be careful." Although the expression on his face was still repulsive.

Ke Xun smiled at him, turned and started on the road.

It takes almost a day to go back and forth to the celestial burial platform. Ke Xun travels quickly, but counting the time spent collecting vulture feathers, it is already late when he returns to the tent area. Everyone else has already arrived. Dong even fell asleep.

The open space in front of the small tent was filled with things collected by everyone according to Mu Yiran's request. Geng Ma and Sha Liu kneaded the noodles with rice noodles and shaped them into cakes.

"Dom?" Ke Xun asked.

"Maybe." Sha Liu replied in a low voice.

"Xiao Mu, now that everyone is here, can you tell us about your thinking?" Qin Ci looked at Mu Yiran.

Mu Yiran was checking the things that everyone brought back just now, and just finished counting. Hearing what Qin Ci said, he nodded, and everyone stopped and looked at him in unison.

Mu Yiran's eyes swept across the crowd, and his face was somewhat meaningful: "The biggest difficulty we have always had is that we cannot determine which branch of the Sado Sect the painting depicts. The gods of the branches are not the same, and we can't confirm which god the eight-armed monster that appears every night belongs to.

"Different gods have different attributes of gods, and if we cannot confirm the attributes, we will not be able to respond accordingly.

"We know that since the beginning of the creation of the Satuo religion, it has integrated the teachings and gods of multiple sects. Doctrines and gods are not only separated from the religion, but also closely related to the religion.

"Among them, quite a few branch sects came from behind and prospered for a while, and their reputation and influence even overwhelmed the momentum of our own sect.

"As a result, many people have forgotten the teachings of the original Sata religion, one of which is not to kill."

Everyone was shocked when they heard it.

Don't kill, the Sata teaching is actually - don't kill!

Then, then—what did these people do? !

"However, even if it is the Sata religion, there is also the item of 'meat' in the sacrifices," Mu Yiran said, pointing to the piece of things on the ground.

A few of them were left in the Satuo Temple yesterday, and after being processed by the practitioners in the temple, all of them were taken back just now, "But in the orthodox Satuo teachings, meat can be replaced by plants. For example , mirabilis, representing dog meat, angelica, representing horse meat, asparagus root, representing elephant meat, tribulus terrestris, representing peacock meat, sealwort root, representing human flesh."

Looking at the direction of Mu Yiran's finger, Sha Liu's face turned pale.

Qin Ci looked at Mu Yiran: "How does Xiao Mu know which plant represents which kind of meat?"

"I was on the top of our tent last night, and these are the patterns I saw," Mu Yiran replied calmly. "The patterns are divided into two circles, one circle with plant patterns and the other circle with animal patterns. At first I didn't Didn't realize the two circles were in one-to-one correspondence, just thought it was some kind of modification to the main one, but as I continued to look down, there were a few of them depicting feces, urine, brains, etc. , I realized that these patterns seem to be what Sha Liu once said, Wuhuilu and Wugong meat."

Speaking of this, Mu Yiran looked at Sha Liu: "There is nothing wrong with the bloody sacrifices you saw in the book, but you probably forgot to tell us the name of the book, so please tell us now Is it?"

Sha Liu trembled her lips, not daring to look at the eyes of the people staring at her, and said in a low voice: "The title... the title of the book is "Explanation of the Rituals of the Qing Sect"."

"Qingjiao?" Papa Geng was taken aback.

"The Qing Sect is a branch of what we call the Satuo Sect," Mu Yi said with a blank expression, "After thousands of years of development, it has gradually become an independent existence from this sect. This sect is more inclined to worship evil gods. Most of the offerings in the subordinate temples are angry and fierce gods, and whether it is sacrificial ceremonies or witchcraft ceremonies in the sect, they are also deviant, extremely cruel and bloody."

As soon as the words fell, Geng's mother rushed to Sha Liu and slapped her face hard: "It's all you! It's all you who misled us! Let's get those—those inhuman things! Yes! You harmed us, it was you who made us into such inhuman and ghost-"

Wei Dong and Geng's father hurriedly pulled away the emotional Geng's mother, Sha Liu lowered her head, straightened her glasses that were crooked by Geng's mother, and said in a low voice: "But the sacrifices I mentioned, don't they also have the same effect?" Has the sanctuary worked, at least Ma Zhenhua's death can prove that those who do not prepare these sacrifices will die."

"Those who are prepared will also die!" Geng Ma roared, "Has Zhou Bin prepared enough?! Isn't he being sacrificed!"

"But it doesn't mean that the Heishitian is indeed the evil god of the Qingjiao. The place we are in is the place where the Qingjiao believes." Sha Liu bit her lip to defend.

"Then, how can we explain that we survived last night without sacrifices around us?" Qin Ci asked her.

Sha Liu couldn't answer.

Mu Yiran didn't look at her again, but continued: "That giant shadow is indeed the angry god Heishitian mentioned in Qingjiao, and it is indeed enshrined with the bloody sacrifices that Sha Liu said, for Strengthen one's own divine power. However, many people do not know, or have long forgotten, that in the original teachings of Sataism, Heishitian is a God with two faces. It originally had eight hands and two faces. One One face is born angry, and the other face is born kind."

"Benevolent!" Ke Xun, who had been silent all this time, snapped his fingers suddenly, "Before I entered the painting, I vaguely saw a pair of benevolent eyes in the painting. Could it be the benevolent side of Heishitian?"

"In the teachings of Sadaism, the Heishitian is the godhead of the pagan demons who convert to Sataism. On the side of anger, they still retain their ferocious, brutal and killing nature. On the side of goodness, they are the highest in Sataism. He was domesticated by the gods and became the god of Dharma protection, protecting believers." Mu Yiran said, "According to the pattern on the top of the tent, it is speculated that the offerings favored by the gods of anger and gods of kindness have the same name, but the objects are different. "Five tribute meat", the god of anger needs real meat, while the god of kindness uses plants instead, this is the sign that distinguishes the two."

"So..." Qin Ci was stunned, "We were able to escape the catastrophe last night with purple jasmine. Purple jasmine is enshrined by the god of kindness, and it neutralizes the ferocity of the god of anger to a certain extent. "

"So the reason why I was able to live alone the night before yesterday may not be because of my power of faith, but because I have purple jasmine in my arms?" Ke Xun spread his hands, "Okay, pretending to fail."

Mu Yiran looked at him, pursed his lips and pressed the words he just wanted to say, and looked at the crowd again: "As far as I deduce, if the bloody sacrifice can make the angry face of Heishitian stronger, then the corresponding Another type of sacrifice based on plants should be the good side of Heishitian that can grow stronger. In other words, we may be able to summon the kindness of Heishitian because of this, so that the world in this painting can be transformed into this one. The painting is on the screen."

"The pair of benevolent eyes in the original painting!" Ke Xun said.

"Yes," Mu Yiran nodded, "This may be the only way for us to get out of here."