Versatile Mage

Out of the house, the night was unnamed cold, there was no wind, but it was like walking into a huge freezer, and the cold stars and moonlight seemed to be the culprit, and the trees, eaves and stones were covered with frost.

“Let's take a look at the sacrificial mountains.” Ling Ling said.

“I have been to the Mount of Sacrifice, and the Red Devil has indeed stationed in the Mount of Sacrifice the immense evil that can make him a king, but the whole Mount of Sacrifice is like a fortress, and the use of brute force cannot destroy it. And, too close to the western and eastern pavilions, in the unlikely event of these evil spills, thousands of people will instantly become violent demons.” Movan said.

The power of evil is too great. After all, this is what the Red Devil gathers from filthy, evil places around the world to prepare for the ascent of the moonless night.

The whole Sacrifice Mountain is like a Pandora magic box, even Movan dares not open it easily, only when the Red Devil himself feels the time is ripe to turn this power into a flying force will Movan be able to kill it right.

Until then, touching evil forces would be tantamount to exterminating the civilian population in both houses.

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To the sacrificial mountain, a white stone step road between dense green bamboo groves leads straight to the mountain gate of the sacrificial mountain.

When Mofan and Spirit arrived late at night, they found the roadside branches slowly toward the mountain, hung with plain white silk, from the foot of the mountain to the temple, including the stone piers that looked like welcoming dolls, tied one white knot after the other.

They looked at each other. When was the sacrificial mountain decorated like this? Why does it look like some kind of memorial festival?

Movan quickly saw the monk guarding the door with several workers, busy in the night, but very cautious and as silent as possible.

Movan and Ling Ling walked forward, and the monk watched them walk like that with a smile on his face.

“What are you doing?” Ling Ling asked.

“The festival is here.” The monk replied.

“Tomorrow?” asked Ling Ling.

“Yeah, tomorrow. ”

“Tomorrow is the lunar eclipse.” Spirit continued.

“Yes, the lunar eclipse. Most of the spirits on the sacrificial mountains are unknown, and they are like ancient night watchers, quietly guarding every household, so on the day the lunar eclipse arrives this month of the year, our double-watchers will come here to mourn them, especially the young ones.” The monk continued.

“How come no one ever mentioned it?" ”Movan had some accidents.

“Why should I mention that everyone has their own venerated Spirit in their hearts, and every year on the eve of the festival, young people talk about what they have done over the years, a thing that was inspired and taught by the great Spirit to do with courage, which is probably a little secret before it is publicly told, so it will not be mentioned until then. But I'm sure every child remembers you.” The monk smiled gently.

“Just a young man?” Spirit went on to ask.

“Yes, after the age of 25, there is no need to attend the festival. After all, a person has been formed at the age of 25, and what person he will be, at the age of 25, is almost certain. The festival itself is for young people who are easily lost, easily corrupted and easily misguided.” The monk said.

“In other words, will young people and adolescents under the age of 25 gather here at night?” Ling Ling said.

“Yes, everyone will come, and no one will ever be absent.” The monk said with great certainty.

“Can you be more specific?” The Spirit has a bit of a rush.

“Have you seen the spirit cards displayed in the temple? Each spirit card represents a spirit, and each spirit represents a spirit. In short, we use each spirit as an example for young people and children to learn. When they were little, we set an example for the spirit at the bottom of our hearts, to familiarize ourselves with the spirit of this spirit, to learn the spirit of this spirit, and even to emulate as much as possible what this spirit has done praiseworthy...” said the monk.

Ling Ling heard this and his eyebrows locked tight.

Read about Ying Ling...

Learning the spirit of the Spirit…

To emulate what Ying Ling once praised.

“I see why those on the Sacrifice Mountain call list die successively.” Spirit suddenly opened his mouth.

“Weren't they affected by evil forces?” Movan doesn't understand.

“is influenced by evil, but also by the spirit of the Spirit. Originally, spiritual cards were merely role models for every young man, because of the immense evil brought about by the Red Devil, which led the spirit of spirituality to take root in the minds of every young man, so much so that he would do what he had to accomplish even if he gave his life.” Ling Ling said.

Ling Ling and Ozawa have compared this list of calls, many of whom are dead, but their deaths are “reasonable”.

At that time, Ling Ling could not determine whether they were affected by the Red Devil magnetic field, or whether they had their own problems. Then there was no real result, until now Ling Ling finally understood!

Their deaths are in keeping with the spirit of the Spirit!!

They are imitating…

“Master, have you lost a spirit card in the temple, and not long ago?” Ling Ling asked.

“How do you know that?” The monk guarding the mountain had some unexpected remarks, he looked at the spirit, and it took a few seconds to explain, "I didn't really care because this spirit card had some minor controversy, so it suddenly disappeared. ”

“I see. Thank you, Master. Tomorrow night we want to attend this festival for young people, okay?” Ling Ling raised his smile and asked.

“Sure, good luck with that.” The monk replied.

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Twilight approached, the plain silk swayed gently in the evening wind, as if it had been decorated all night, the whole sacrificial mountain had become different, unable to talk about the colour of a lamp, but also a little more colourful.

Some black ink, written on those white flocks, is like a mystery of lights to be enjoyed.

Continuously, young people and teenagers stepped onto the sacrificial mountains, all dressed in solemn kimonos, without flowers and greens, all in very light colors and without even any pattern, including women's kimonos.

Young people, not many important double-watchers, it seems that this has been agreed upon.

Three, three, two, everyone stepped into the sacrificial mountain and placed many futons in front of the temple. Everyone sat down in the order in which they came, facing the temple of the Spirit Card.

Nor were they too serious to hear them laughing.

But as the Spirit card slowly pushed out of the shelf and into front of everyone, everyone put away their smiles.