Beast Tamer

"Boom!"

The dull bell rang, waking up the sleeping clan hall. The faint fragrance of wood came from the clan hall, refreshing the heart and mind.

Everyone was refreshed and quieted down. The great wizard placed thirty-one bronze lamps on the candlestick stands on both sides of the clan hall.

Everyone stepped forward to choose a bronze lamp. Youhuang also chose a lamp with Youzhuang, watching Youzhuang take a knife from his leather armor and cut open his fingertips.

A drop of red blood fell into the bronze lamp, and a faint blue flame rose up and lasted for a long time.

"This is a life lamp. It can carry a trace of the soul power of the Talisman Beast Master. It can see whether its owner is alive. When you die, it can also record the face of the murderer and help family members seek revenge." Youzhuang explained, He handed the knife in his hand to Youhuang.

Youhuang nodded. In the last life, a herd of beasts attacked Youshui City. No one in the city survived except him. The ancestral hall naturally disappeared under the hooves of the beasts. Seeing it again made him feel a little nostalgic.

Youhuang followed suit, opened his fingers and dripped a trace of his own blood onto the bronze lamp.

The runes on his forehead disappeared in a flash, and a trace of soul power merged into the bronze lamp.

The entire sacrifice seemed very solemn, and Youhuang followed everyone forward to offer incense to his ancestors.

After doing this, the clan witch said:

"You can now enter the Scripture Collection Pavilion to select classics on a first-come, first-served basis. Respect the gods and ancestors, and do not quarrel, shout, chase or fight in it..."

After a long warning, the clan wizard stopped.

Looking at the drowsy people, the old man smiled, stepped back and opened the door to the Sutra Pavilion.

Those clan members rushed forward in a swarm as if they had been granted amnesty.

Youhuang and Youzhuang looked at each other, stopped and waited. There were only a few people in the clan hall waiting quietly.

After a while, the great witch looked at the remaining people and smiled, looked at Youhuang with a strange look in his eyes, and left silently.

"Okay, it's time for the big fight."

Youzhuang geared up, walked excitedly to the clan hall, and took out a golden incense stick from his arms.

Light the incense with fire, hold the incense stick between the middle and index fingers of both hands, hold the tail of the incense with your thumb, and place it on your chest.

After Xiang Touping bowed three times to the portrait of his ancestors, he inserted the incense into the incense burner and murmured:

"Master Ancestor, please give me some advice."

Then he knelt down and performed a five-body salute, and everyone around him also followed Youzhuang's example and knelt down.

Youhuang sighed and felt the clothes around his feet being pulled. He looked down at the thief-minded Youzhuang and had no choice but to imitate them and kneel down together.

Just a few dozen breaths after Youhuang knelt down and saluted, the golden incense candle burning slowly in the incense burner gradually rose up with several light blue fireworks. The fireworks turned into entities and enveloped the kneeling people under the candlestick.

One of the fireworks stayed in front of Youhuang for a while, and the fireworks looked at Youhuang with clear eyes.

The fireworks seemed to be thinking or in a daze, but in the end they fell on Youhuang's forehead.

Ancestor spirit? Youhuang smiled.

Heaven and earth have soul power, which is a symbol of cultural entity. After a great practitioner reaches a certain level, the soul power can be transformed into a human spirit.

The human spirit can exist without the body, and can stay in the mortal world for a long time with the power of incense. While protecting the people, it can also gradually become stronger with the breath of incense.

However, the Youshui family uses the ancestral spirits more as talisman beasts to guard the Scripture Pavilion. It is said to be the suggestion of the clan shaman, which is quite unique.

It's just this kind of indifferent attitude that only those who are destined to have, no matter how many years have passed, people still sneer. Youhuang smiled helplessly.

But it was also this way that allowed him in his previous life to obtain many secret resources under the conditions of being laughed at by everyone in his previous life.

Luck is elusive and elusive. It is determined by one drink and one peck, which makes sense.

After the ancestral spirit made the choice, everyone poured into the Scripture Depository Pavilion. Youhuang followed Youzhuang's pace, got into the door of the Scripture Depository Pavilion and disappeared.

At that moment, above the statue of the god in the clan hall, the mist spread and gradually gathered into a group of human-shaped fireworks.

Yan Huo looked at the wilderness where the gate had disappeared, and then turned to look at the distinctive black and white life fire on the bronze lamp, and next to it was a strong golden flame.

The firework lowered its head and meditated, as if it was in a dilemma. After dozens of breaths, it finally made a choice, turned its head and submerged into the black and white life fire.

The figure of the clan witch appeared from the shadows on the side. The white-haired old man looked up at the remaining golden flames and sighed.

Immediately, he made a secret with both hands, and the sea of ​​consciousness opened. Abnormally mysterious ice-blue blood appeared on his forehead. The blood disappeared into the golden soul lamp.

"It doesn't matter, children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. The fire from the sky is coming, and the war is coming. I hope you make the right choice. My time is running out. I'm running out of time."

Naturally, the people in Youhuang didn't know what happened in the ancestral hall.

In the Scripture Collection Pavilion, Youhuang looked up at the endless rows of wooden frames in front of him and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hehe!" Youzhuang grinned, turned to look at Youhuang, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.

"Bang!" A group of fireworks appeared, and the elf-like fireworks slowly approached Youzhuang. After a pause, he seemed to have made a decision.

The fireworks suddenly flew into the sky, passed through countless wooden frames, and flew towards the south.

"Youhuang, I won't wait for you. You will know how to use it after you learn to feel the breath..." Youzhuang raised his legs and ran, and his voice gradually faded away.

Youhuang looked at the ancestor spirit who was about to sprint out with all his strength, and his method was much simpler.

Youhuang stretched out his hand and grabbed the ancestor spirit fiercely, and the ancestor spirit was squeezed so hard that it changed its shape.

The ancestor spirit in his palm was stunned. It turned its head and looked at Youhuang in disbelief. Youhuang smiled indifferently:

"Don't think about walking the dog. I am not them. According to conventional thinking, it should be more precious in the future."

The ancestor spirit was stunned for a moment, and a trace of ill-intentioned look flashed in its two amber-like eyes, and it nodded suddenly.

But Youhuang smiled and squeezed his palm hard, and the ancestor spirit in the gap of his hand became more deformed.

"Zhi~~~"

Looking at the half-dead ancestor spirit with confused eyes, Youhuang lost interest in teasing it.

The ancestral spirits were insane and mostly unaccompanied, which led to their bad tempers. They liked to play tricks on the tribesmen and deliberately set up checkpoints to test them, calling it a trial.

Youhuang was naturally not fooled. According to the memories and rumors of his previous life, he looked at the several tattered shelves at the exit, exerted a little force with his feet, and jumped to the top of the shelf.

The soul power vibrated slightly, sweeping away the dust. Looking at the mysterious words flickering on the top of the wooden shelf, Youhuang smiled.

"Wordless Book of Heaven, I finally found you."