[Chapter 392 Chapter 392 The Vicious Fake Goddess (3)]
"Big Brother, the Tata Mountains are just five miles ahead. Should we continue chasing them?" The subordinate who was in the front and was responsible for reconnaissance rode his horse in a circle.
The bearded man glanced at the sky, pulled off the scarf on his head, revealing his shiny head under the moonlight: "Just wait here, I don't believe they won't come out."
"Big Brother, you are wise." The people behind him dismounted and complimented him. "There are many ferocious beasts on the other side of the mountain. Who knows? We might even run into a group of wild people who eat raw meat and drink blood. I don't think these lowly people would dare to go deep into the mountain."
His already small mouse eyes narrowed into long slits, and when his smile deepened, he looked even more wretched than a donkey with crooked eyes and a sideways mouth.
"When the time comes, they will come out and they will be seeking their own death." He made a gesture of wiping his neck and continued.
The bearded man in the lead patted his shoulder in appreciation and said, "You really understand me. Tomorrow I'll pick a young woman to try."
Donkey Face hunched his back and excitedly said, "Thank you, Senior Brother!"
The bearded man ordered his men to wait where they were, and had two looted sheep roasted. Then they drank goat milk wine brewed by the herdsmen in an open space, which they had brought back in cowhide bags.
The temperature difference between day and night is large on the grassland, so they chose a place sheltered from the wind with a grass slope behind them.
Xiao Hui flew to the top of the slope and made sure it was safe before Yan Qing crawled closer.
It is said that Tata Mountain is protected by the wolf god. Legend has it that some herdsmen have seen wolves performing a moon worship ceremony on the full moon night of the 15th day of the first lunar month.
Only those from the thirteen tribes who worshipped the beast god and danced with wild beasts dared to cross this mountain.
Going further ahead is the wolf king's territory. At night, people's vision is limited and their sensitivity is greatly reduced, but it is the home ground for animals.
It is normal that this group of people dare not move forward.
She waited intently, breathing slowly and shallowly, trying to pick up some useful information from the conversations of the group of people.
The bandits who took off their head wraps all had bald heads. The only difference between them and the official monks in the temple was that they did not have the scars of ordination on their heads.
The way they address each other is also strange, calling each other senior brother and junior brother.
Yan Qing was slightly stunned and realized that this group of people were not real horse bandits.
But it comes from a certain sect.
Tantric Buddhism mainly practices joyful meditation. It has been mentioned in the plot that the great Dharma King Wu Sa is good at using human bodies to make ritual instruments.
Among them, the lotus of flesh is the most important.
It is made from the lower body of a young girl through a medicinal bath, drying in the sun, polishing and other processes.
It is euphemistically called "reaching the heavens through desire". The purer the girl is, the more bond the magical instrument she makes will have with Buddha.
In order to satisfy their own selfish interests, many believers are willing to offer their daughters to the Tantric Buddhism.
But not everyone is so heartless, so Wusa set his sights on slaves and powerless civilians.
This led to the practice of raising horse bandits, or, as is happening today, having disciples play the role of horse bandits.
Whenever there are vicious cases of killing and torture by bandits, there are always people from the Tantric Buddhism who rush to the scene first to chant sutras for the deceased to demonstrate the compassion of Buddha.
It not only satisfies selfish desires, but also promotes reputation.
This alone is enough to show how treacherous and vicious Wu Sa is.
Yan Qing did not forget that this was how Gesang died at the hands of the Tantric disciples in the plot, which led to the original owner becoming a fake goddess for revenge.
Her final fate was to have her bones disassembled and made into various magical instruments.
The bonfire danced in the wind, the lamb was roasting and sizzling, and a fragrant aroma wafted around.
The thieves who were drinking and having fun had already held a celebration banquet in advance, and the words they said made Yan Qing want to kill him.
"Pregnant ewes are indeed more delicious." The bearded man wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth, squinting his eyes and savoring the taste, "Just like a woman."
The others burst into laughter and praised him for his good taste.
Yan Qing closed his eyes and released his mental power again. The wolves in the mountain responded to the call, but seemed to have encountered some obstacles halfway.
She didn't want to wait, so she took control of the horse that was tied to the stakes.
There were only a dozen people in the field. I think the leader left a few people at the herdsmen’s residence to guard the resources that were not taken away.
The grassland is vast, and these people were able to track here accurately. Someone must have revealed their route.
A hint of disgust flashed across Yan Qing's eyes. To harm others will eventually harm oneself. The family that didn't listen to the advice would probably be in great danger.
What good will come of trying to get something for a group of beasts?
If these bandits hadn't chased after her, Yan Qing wouldn't have gone to the trouble of looking for them, but they insisted on coming to die, so she had no choice but to let them go without returning.
The out-of-control horses raised their front hooves to the sky and neighed with their heads up, kicked off the ground stakes with great force, and rushed towards the people who were partying around the bonfire like crazy.
"What's going on?" The bandits were so frightened that they ran away in panic.
The force caused by more than ten horses going crazy at the same time was quite powerful. The uneaten mutton on the campfire rolled into the fire, and the firewood with flames hanging on it was kicked everywhere.
The bearded man whistled a few times, but the chestnut horse he had trained did not regain consciousness and rushed towards him without hesitation.
He leaped onto the horse, grabbed the reins and whipped it hard, and it took a lot of effort to get the horse to behave itself.
"When the horses go crazy, there must be danger. Let's go!" He made a prompt decision and was about to leave.
He turned his head to check on the other fellow disciples, only to see that most of the horses had suddenly scattered and two of the dozen or so brothers were lying on the ground, their life or death unknown.
Because the horse went crazy suddenly, the others were caught off guard and were injured to varying degrees.
The donkey-faced man who loved to flatter him covered his swollen face and pointed at the grass slope behind him tremblingly: "Big, big brother, I can't walk anymore..."
In the pitch-black night, pairs of green eyes appeared on the grass slope not far away, like ghost lights flashing suddenly.
The big chestnut horse under him spread its hooves and threw its beard off. After letting out a terrified neigh, it dashed to the other side and quickly disappeared.
He got up and wanted to run, but it was obvious that the wolves were faster.
Hundreds of wolves blocked the way and pounced on us with their mouths wide open and ferocious mouths wide open. The sound of clothes being torn was mixed with shrill screams.
The smell of blood spread under the moonlight, and the two people who had been knocked unconscious by the horse had their flesh bitten open, revealing their white bones.
"Big Brother, what should we do?"
The sound of their companions being torn to pieces was still ringing in their ears, but the wolves, seeing the blood, did not launch another attack and simply surrounded the remaining few of them.
If you look closely, you will notice a flash of struggle in the eyes of the fat and strong white wolf leading the group.
A loud wolf howl in the distance, like the call of the wolf king, led to the wolves in front of them responding one after another.
Yan Qing, who was on the other side of the grass slope, also noticed something was wrong, as if there was another person competing with her for control of the wolf pack.
Her eyes narrowed. Could it be that there were other people in this small world who possessed the ability to taming beasts like her?
What a shitty heavenly way, giving you a rubbish spell and still selling it wholesale.
Increasing her mental control, she sneered, and took a few steps forward to the top of the slope, just in time to see a wonderful human-animal drama.
The bearded man used the person next to him as a shield and pushed himself towards the beast's mouth, which gave himself a chance to catch his breath. He looked up and saw her, and was startled for a moment before being submerged in the pack of wolves.
"So much meat~" Little Gray flapped his wings and wanted to rush down to pick up some pieces of meat to taste, but considering Yan Qing beside him, he timidly retracted his claws.
It flew around Yan Qing and asked tentatively: "Lord, can we eat the meat of bad guys?"
"Go ahead." Yan Qing didn't stop him.
She glanced at the sky, then slowly walked towards the scattered corpses at the bottom of the slope. She counted the number of people before showing a look of satisfaction.
The wolves were mostly gray, with the white wolf being the most conspicuous.
It's also distinctly more human.
It approached Yan Qing with its tail hanging down. There was curiosity and vigilance in its dark green eyes. It sniffed her scent with its nose, then let down its guard and squatted at her feet.
Yan Qing stroked its head and said, "Take me to a place."
"Okay." Unlike Xiao Hui, it didn't seem surprised that Yan Qing, a human, could talk to it.
Without even glancing at the scene of the river of blood on the ground, Yan Qing rode on the white wolf and grabbed the dense hair on its neck with both hands.
The white wolf raised its head and howled, and the wolves in front of it immediately made way.
A short wolf howl sounded behind him like a secret signal.
Yan Qing didn't have time to investigate whether the person hiding in the dark was a wolf or one of its own kind. The most urgent task was to deal with the remaining group of people.
She didn't have much time left, the effect of the Mysterious Moon Grass was about to end, and she had to hurry back before daybreak.
The white wolf carried her to the previous team's camp. Behind her, groups of wolves surged in the same direction like a tide. The scene was more spectacular than thousands of horses galloping.
It would be too easy to deal with such a huge herd of beasts with just a few people.
She just stood aside and watched, without a speck of blood on her body.
Just like the group of people outside Tata Mountain, no complete bodies were left. Only their faces were preserved, and their bodies had become skeletons.
We have to leave something obvious so that those people in the Tantric Buddhism can recognize where these dregs come from.
"It's time to call it a day." Yan Qing gently pinched the white wolf's ears and ordered it to take him back.
This killing feast will soon spread across the grassland, and the news of the Beast God's anger will also spread quickly.
With a little guidance, this row of bald heads can be led to the head of Tantra.
Wu Sa likes to use public opinion to build momentum, and she doesn't mind defeating the old guy in the area where he is best at.
Although there was no blood, the fishy smell in the air was so strong that she felt like she stank.
She let the white wolf take her to the river, where she planned to take a bath before going back.
The wolves appeared in a mighty manner and disappeared in a mighty manner.
She did not look back, so she did not notice the young man who was running forward on all fours among the gray wolves, his speed not inferior to that of the herd.
Before Yan Qing jumped off the white wolf's back, he saw a curled up black shadow by the river.
The man curled up his body and looked up at her with difficulty. A weak voice mixed with painful gasps: "Save me..."
Yan Qing grabbed Bai Lang's ears and sneered, "Did you bring me here on purpose?"
The white wolf stuck out its tongue like a pug and wagged its tail behind it.
She jumped off the wolf's back and walked towards the man who was lying powerlessly on the ground by the river.
Based on her experience of reading novels when she was bored in multiple dimensions, it was easy to become unhappy by just picking up a man at random.
She kicked the man whose life or death was unknown, squatted down, grabbed the man's long hair and pulled it up, and saw his face clearly under the messy hair.
He has wheat-colored skin, long eyebrows, deep eyes, slightly high cheekbones, and two crisscrossing knife scars on the right side of his face.
It fits the characteristics of the male supporting character Qi Heng in the plot very well.
Qi Heng was a loyal follower of Beiyou Kingdom's Crown Prince Cheng Xu, and once sneaked to Nanjiang alone to kidnap the heroine for his master.
As the commander of the city guards, he is a martial arts expert. The reason he is in this situation now is because he is caught up in the fight for the crown prince of Beiyou and was ambushed.
According to the plot line, the person who encountered the seriously injured man and saved him should not be Yan Qing, but a shepherdess girl who was about the same age as her.
After the girl took care of him for a while, she died at the hands of those who were chasing him.
The original owner was captured by the Tantric sect and became a candidate for the goddess. Because she had a pair of willow-leaf eyes similar to the girl, Qi Heng specifically asked her to stay.
Relying on this bit of luck, she became the "goddess" invited back by the Tantric Buddhism.
Yan Qing pushed the man over to lie on his back, and her movements were not gentle. She raised her eyebrows and took out from her arms the dagger for self-defense that Tusan had given her when they were resting in the forest.
The moonlight reflected a cold light on the blade, and there were a few red and blue sapphires inlaid on the handle. It could be seen that it was a personal item that the young man had been carrying before he lost his memory.
Yan Qing did not refuse. First, the space was temporarily closed and she just happened to be in need of a handy weapon. Second, she regarded it as a reward for her danger warning to Tucson.
So I naturally felt no psychological burden in accepting this gift.
Although Qi Heng could barely be considered as her helper in becoming the goddess, he was loyal to Cheng Xu. If he died in her hands now, it would be equivalent to cutting off Cheng Xu's left and right arms.
If she wants to unify the grassland, Cheng Xu, the crown prince of Beiyou Kingdom, is her competitor. Based on the idea that the friend of my enemy is also my enemy, there is no need for Qi Heng to stay.
The back of the knife was pressed against the man's chest, rising and falling with his weak breathing. She was just thinking about where to start when the white wolf behind her suddenly howled.
She glanced sideways and saw the mount she had just found happily pounce on another person on the field.
The young man whose whereabouts were exposed was not annoyed. He reached out and rubbed the white wolf's head, then looked at Yan Qing with curiosity and vigilance.
His expression was exactly the same as when Bai Lang first saw Yan Qing.
Sweeping over him with his not-so-sharp gaze, Yan Qing also looked at him intently.
The young man was tall and slender, with short, slightly curly hair. He looked young, but he had a murderous aura, as if he was used to killing.
There were two animal patterns painted or carved on his profile, which, combined with his unruly and prominent face, gave him a beastly ferocity.
Just standing there, like a wild leopard pretending to be asleep to lure its enemy.
The clothes he was wearing were made of animal skins and only covered his waist, leaving his muscular upper body exposed and he was barefoot.
Yan Qing saw many deep and shallow scars on his body, both on his chest and arms, most of which were old bite and scratch marks.
It looks like it was left behind during a close combat with a wild beast.
"You followed me." She narrowed her eyes dangerously, her muscles tensed, and the dagger in her hand was across her chest.
The young man tilted his head in unison with the white wolf beside him. He didn't respond to her words at all, but just stared at her.
Yan Qing did not sense any malice or murderous intent from him.
The young man must have something extraordinary about him for the white wolf to be so close to him.
I think the obstacles I encountered when I was controlling the wolf pack before came from him.
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