Versatile Mage

Out of the house, the night is inexplicably cold, and there is no gust of wind, but it seems to have entered a huge freezer. The cold moon and moon glow seems to be the culprit, and the trees, eaves and stones are covered with frost.

"Let's go to the mountain to have a look." Ling Ling said.

"I have been to the mountain. The Red Devils really stationed the huge evil power that allowed him to be promoted to the emperor, but the whole mountain is like a fortress. It cannot be destroyed by brute force. Xishouge and Dongshouge are too close. If these evil forces are leaked out, thousands of people will instantly become tyrannical devils," Mofan said.

The evil power is too large. After all, this is what the Red Devils collected from the filth and evil of the world, and prepared for the moon-free night.

The whole mountain is like a Pandora's Box. Even Mofan does not dare to open it easily. Only when the Red Devils feel that the time is ripe, turning this power into a flying force, Mo Fan can just kill it. .

Before going to touch the evil force, it is tantamount to killing the civilians in the double-guard.

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To the mountain, a white stone step between the lush green bamboo forest, straight to the mountain gate of the mountain.

When Mo Fan and Ling Ling visited in the middle of the night, they found that the roadside branches slowly descending to the mountains were covered with plain white silk, from the foot of the mountain to the temple, including those who looked like welcoming guests. On the stone pier, there are one white knots.

The two looked at each other and when the mountain was decorated like this, why did it look like a kind of memorial festival?

Going up, Mofan soon saw the monk and the few workers who were guarding the door. They were busy in the night, but they were very cautious and did not make any noise as much as possible.

Mo Fan and Ling Ling went forward, and the monk-keeping monk hangs a smile, just watching them come.

"What are you doing?" Ling Ling asked.

"The festival is here," the monk replied.

"Tomorrow?" asked the spirit.

"Yeah, tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is the eclipse." Lingling continued.

"Yes, it's a lunar eclipse. Most of the spirits on the mountain are not known to people. They are like ancient watchers, quietly guarding every household, so the day of the lunar eclipse this year, Our double-guard people will come here to mourn them, especially those young people." The monk continued.

"How have you never heard of someone??" Mo Fan was surprised.

"Why do you want to mention it? Everyone has their own spirit of reverence, and every year young people have to tell one thing they have done in the past year on the ceremonial night. One is inspired and taught by great spirits and has the courage to go. One thing to do, probably this is a little secret before public speaking, so I won't mention it before. But I believe that every child remembers." The gentleman smiled gently.

“Just a young man?” Ling Ling then asked.

"Yeah, after the age of twenty-five, you don't have to attend this festival anymore. After all, a person has already formed at the age of twenty-five. What kind of person he will become, at the age of twenty-five, is basically certain. This festival is for young people who are easy to be confused, easy to fall, and easy to go astray." The monk said.

"That is to say, tomorrow night, the young and young people under the age of 25 in Shuangshouge will gather here?" Lingling said.

"Yes, everyone will come, no one will be absent." The monk said with certainty.

“Can you elaborate on it?” Lingling has some eagerness.

"You have seen the spiritual cards displayed in the temple. Each spiritual card represents a spirit, and each spirit represents a spirit. In short, we use each hero as a young man and a child. The role model of learning, when they are still young, erect a role model in the heart, familiar with the spirit of the past, learn the spirit of the spirit, and even try to emulate the enchanting thing that the spirit once did. ..." said the monk.

When Ling Ling heard this, his brow was locked.

Read the story of the spirits...

Learn the spirit of the spirit...

Imitate what the spirit has once praised.

"I understand why those people on the list of worship sites will die one after another." Ling Ling suddenly began.

"Don't they be affected by evil forces?" Mo Fan did not understand.

"It was influenced by evil forces, but it was also influenced by the spirit of the spirit. The original spirit card was only a role model for every young man, because the great evil power brought by the Red Devils led the spirit of the spirit to take root in the minds of every young man. So that I will do things that will accomplish my goal even if I give my life." Ling Ling said.

Both Lingling and Ozawa have compared this list of visits, and many of them have died, but their deaths are "reasonable."

At that time, Lingling could not determine whether they were affected by the magnetic field of the Red Devils or their own problems. Later, there was no real result. Until now, Lingling finally understood!

Their death is in line with the spirit of the spirit! !

They are following the example...

"Master Father, is there a lost spirit in the temple, and not so long ago?" Ling Ling asked.

"How do you know?" The guardian monk was somewhat surprised. He looked at Lingling and explained it after a few seconds. "Because there is some small controversy about this Yingling card, it suddenly disappeared and I didn't care too much."

"I understand, thank you Master, we want to participate in this festival of young people tomorrow night, can we?" Ling Ling asked with a smile.

"Of course, I wish you some gains," the monk replied.

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The twilight is approaching, the plain silk is gently floating in the evening wind, it seems that after a whole night of decoration, the whole mountain has become different, can not talk about the lights, but also a few more Divided color.

Some black ink is written on the white silk, like a riddle, for people to enjoy.

The youth and the young people embarked on the mountain, they all wore solemn kimonos, no colorful colors, all very light colors, and even no patterns, including women's kimonos.

They are all young people, and they don’t see many important figures in the Shouge. It seems that this is already a custom.

Everyone went to the mountain in twos and threes, and there were many futons in front of the temple. Everyone sat down in the order they came, facing the temple of Yingling.

They are not too serious, they can hear them talking and laughing.

But as the Yingling card was slowly pushed from the shelf to the outside of the house, everyone pushed up the smile.