Chapter 114 You, a demon, are worthy of being called a Taoist friend

Climb over thousands of mountains and cross tens of thousands of rivers.

Ten days later.

Yang Jian looked at the densely packed mountains in front of him.

It is impossible to tell which one is Taoshan.

I don't even know if this is Shu.

He regretted not bringing Shen Gongbao along.

You can only lower the clouds and fly at low altitude.

I want to find a place with people.

Easy to identify directions.

After crossing the hill, you will see a wide plain with no end in sight.

There are crisscrossing rivers and fertile fields.

Naked people were working in the paddy fields in groups of three or four.

Yang Jian flew down and wanted to ask something.

As soon as he landed on the ground, he felt as if he was being watched.

He opened his magic eyes and looked around, but did not find any living creature with strong spiritual power.

All of these people were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to Yang Jian, speaking in a strange dialect that was hard to understand.

Even though they were kneeling in the paddy fields with their heads covered in splashing mud, they dared not stop for a moment.

Yang Jian just realized that the sound of him flying down from the clouds must have been mistaken by these people as a god.

I can see that there is nothing to ask here.

He could only change places.

As soon as he took off, he saw the naked people who were kneeling on the ground committing suicide one after another.

The one with the bronze sickle stabbed his throat with it and then raised his hands.

The sickle covered with bronze rust emerged from the trachea in the neck.

Those who had no weapons would find stones and smash their heads with them.

The forehead was hit so hard that it was dented and blood splattered everywhere.

Some who are younger and more timid do not dare to commit suicide.

The adults around them do it for them.

The adults took the sickles and smashed them straight at his head.

These skinny people were actually quite strong. Anyone they hit had their skulls shattered and their brains exposed.

In this paddy field that is slightly chilly, wisps of hot air are emanating, as if tofu pudding has just come out of the oven.

This scene is extremely strange.

These people were so cruel to him that Yang Jian had never seen anything like it.

By the time Yang Jian wanted to speak out to stop them, everyone nearby had already died.

"What a great place! If this is Shu, then it is simply my paradise."

The Demon Eye sighed in his heart.

[Spirit +69]

Wisps of spiritual essence were absorbed by it, driving the Eight-Nine Profound Art to run rapidly.

Yang Jian looked at the corpses soaking in the paddy fields around him.

The moment he saw these people's faces clearly, he felt a chill down his spine.

There was still a hint of smile on the faces of these corpses.

Their tightly furrowed brows clearly showed that the pain of death was making them feel uncomfortable.

It was like a sacrifice, they sacrificed themselves to Yang Jian.

Why is this happening!

Yang Jian was confused, but had no one to ask.

He could only take off into the sky again and cross the vast paddy fields.

After flying for a few more moments, they saw a gathering place with a simple city gate and city wall. The city wall was made of loess and was as high as a person, while the city gate was made of several pieces of wood woven together.

Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a village.

The people who were coming and going were wearing coarse linen clothes.

Obviously, he could be considered a noble here, or a commoner.

In this era, most slaves and civilians had no clothes to wear, and this was the case with the Shang Dynasty.

The situation in Shu, a remote and isolated place, is not much different.

Yang Jian learned his lesson this time.

Didn't jump directly from the cloud.

Instead, he found a secluded place to land and then walked over.

As soon as he appeared at the city gate, the people around him knelt down instantly, mumbling incomprehensible words.

Then, he was surrounded by people and entered the village.

Soon, a huge crowd gathered, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed continuously, their movements were extremely pious, as if the meaning of their existence was to kowtow.

then.

A group of naked people were dragged over. They were frightened at first, but after seeing Yang Jian, happy smiles appeared on their faces.

Subsequently.

A white-haired old man walked out. Judging from the vague respect shown to him by the people around him, this man must be quite noble.

The white-haired old man took over a bronze sword. The sword was covered in rust, and the rust seemed to connect the sword body and the scabbard together.

It took him some effort to pull out the sword.

Yang Jian realized something instantly.

Just like before, these people wanted to perform a sacrifice on the spot.

The white-haired old man raised his sword and chopped it down.

A figure flashed in front of me.

He did not strike the slave on the ground.

Instead, it hit the three-pointed, double-edged sword that Yang Jian stretched out.

The white-haired old man's face suddenly changed, he was terrified and explained something in a gibberish. Yang Jian didn't understand, he pointed at the slave on the ground and shook his head.

The other party should be able to understand what he means.

The white-haired old man really understood. He nodded and drew back the sword.

A lame sound came out of his mouth: "Hao~ I don't hesitate to lick my body, but I don't care about the wine."

Yang Jian's eyes suddenly lit up. Although the old man's words were awkward, he still understood what he meant.

"You, can you understand what I say?"

The white-haired old man nodded.

Yang Jian was overjoyed and was about to ask where Taoshan was.

The next moment, the white-haired old man was seen stabbing the bronze sword into his own chest.

The intense pain made him unable to stand steadily.

The hand holding the sword had no strength left.

Seeing this, the young and middle-aged men around him hurried forward.

But it doesn't stop him from doing stupid things.

Instead, one person held down his body while the other continued to hold the sword, cut open his chest and took out his heart.

Then he knelt on the ground and moved in front of Yang Jian.

He pressed his head firmly to the ground, the beating heart in his hand continuously gushing out hot blood and emitting wisps of hot steam.

The old man is dead.

The heart gradually loses the strength to beat, and the amount of blood pumping out becomes less and less.

"Guaguagua~"

The man kneeling on the ground with the heart in his hands made a sound.

It seemed like it was urging Yang Jian to hurry up while the heat was hot.

At the same time, it kept moving its body towards Yang Jian.

The sound from his mouth became more and more rapid, with a faint tone of crying.

And everyone in the crowd had a sad look on their face.

It seemed as if they would be sad if Yang Jian didn't enjoy this thing.

What the hell is this place!
The person holding the heart is getting closer and closer.

Yang Jian's face turned cold.

A burst of energy burst out, knocking him and the heart in his hand away.

The heart was spinning in the air and was about to fall to the ground.

But it stopped abruptly.

A wave of magical power suddenly appeared and absorbed it.

Yang Jian turned his head and looked.

All I saw was a black bear standing in the sky, speaking in human language.

What it holds in its claws is the heart.

Black Bear: "Fellow Daoist, why don't you live up to the kindness of these guys? If you don't eat this tribute, they won't feel at ease.

On the way you came, I found a group of slaves committing suicide. It seems that fellow Taoist has appeared.

Just like the group of slaves you encountered earlier, all the slaves that appear before us are sacrifices for you to enjoy."

"Where is this place?"

Yang Jian frowned and asked.

"Fellow Daoist, you have crossed the Qinling Mountains and entered the territory of Heishui Duguang, but you don't know where this place is? This is naturally a blessed land for people of our Dao."

Black Bear found it a little funny and looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"Heishuiduguang?"

Yang Jian inexplicably thought of something. It was rumored that there was a sacred tree in the ancient Shu Kingdom, named Jianmu. Jianmu was born beside the Black Water and was located in Duguang.

"Could this be the ancient Shu Kingdom?"

The black bear nodded, indicating that this was the ancient Shu Kingdom.

"Then what's going on with these people?"

Yang Jian asked.

Black Bear did not answer Yang Jian's doubts, but asked: "Daoyou came from the Shang Dynasty."

"good."

Yang Jian nodded.

The black bear grinned and said, "That's right. This place is not the human dynasty of the Shang Dynasty. These two-legged sheep are just food raised by our Taoist creatures.

The fellow Taoists in Shu practice Taoism by eating these two-legged sheep.

For these two-legged sheep, we help them reproduce, and they just give birth. Why not separate some of them as our blood food! And when their slaves see you committing suicide together, they will offer themselves as food to you. As for this old thing~"

The black bear looked at the heart in his hand with disgust and continued, "It's just that the two-legged sheep thought those slaves were not noble enough, so they wanted to offer their most noble leader to you, begging you not to devour them all. Ridiculous guy!

Recently, the Shang Dynasty sent a general to break through the Qinling Mountains and attack Shu. Many Daoists have gone to capture some of the Shang people. I also captured two dancers who were with the army and kept them in a cave. Would you like to see them?"

"No, I have no interest in those things."

Yang Jian's face changed. He didn't know much about Shu before. Only now did he realize that the human beings here were being treated as food.

But at the moment he had important things to do and had no time to meddle in other people's business, so he asked the question that concerned him most.

"Where is Momoyama?"

When the black bear heard this, he was suddenly shocked.

Taoshan is under the jurisdiction of Heaven and is one of the Nine Hills of Jianmu.

His desire to go to Taoshan could be related to Heaven.

He asked cautiously, "Are you from Heaven?"

He was not afraid, but the Heavenly Court had been plotting against Bashu for a long time. If he could expose the Heavenly Court's plan, it would be a great achievement.

Yang Jian shook his head: "No."

Black Bear didn't believe it at all. You are not from heaven, so why are you going to Peach Mountain?

He decided to make things difficult for this man, and raised his bloody heart in his hand: "When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Taoist friend, eat this tribute first, and I will help you solve your doubts."

(End of this chapter)