Chapter 398: Real Miracles 1 (1/2)
The slave would say that, because Gui-Zheng would punish the slaves whose their hands had dirty them when he was in a bad mood
Yan Mo smiled soothingly at the slaves, clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and looked up, standing still.
After a while, the teenager began to move, and his movements were more like dancing, light and with an unspeakable rhythm.
The old chant sounded: ”I sacrifice my blood, a drop of blood in exchange for all the scope of my footsteps now, grass, flowers blossom.”
That's the real magic!
In helping Lamo-Ling to study his speech and spirituality, Yan Mo found that when he danced the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice to say his request, which was actually a process of speech and spirituality. Even because he could communicate with all spirits and cooperate with the Dance of Ancestral Sacrifice, his speech and spiritual skills were the most powerful, ignoring almost all levels of force and spirit required.
Think of the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu's prophecy, combined with what the shadow threatened him to do things for him, Yan Mo laughed in his heart, it turned out that he was the god-killer, the super scourge of the world's wars all over again!
But what is he supposed to say, what is he?
Not to mention that there is a Guide to supervise him, even if there is no Guide, he will never tolerate life manipulated by the so-called blood prophecy.
If I really want to start a new world war, it must be what I want to do.
Fingers hang slightly and a drop of blood drips from the fingertips.
Yan Mo seems to be singing piously in the common language to ensure that most people can hear: ”God of the Earth, listen to my appeal...”
The appeal was so low and vague that no one could hear it.
But everybody saw that, centered on the teenager priest, a large area of green grass suddenly grew out of the gravel around him, flowers blossomed, the wind blew, and even flowers and vanilla swept through the noses.
Wood-control warriors can do this when they have seeds, but when did the teenager performed the act of sowing seeds?
In the presence of a bunch of hands, they looked at each other and shook their heads.
That large patch of flowers and plants grew so abruptly without seeds.
And everyone heard the boy pray to the God of the earth, so the God of the earth heard the boy's appeal and responded to him?
Oh! What a favor it is!
Many people look to Tucheng-Earth City High Priest and Third Priest. You claim to be the gods of the earth. But have you ever been so clearly responded on your calls to the gods of the earth?
She-Dan's face remained unchanged. He admitted that the teenager priest was somewhat magical, but he was a rare unbeliever who always felt that all this could be explained by power and energy.
Gui-Zheng is much worse. His eyes are red with envy. The priest, who was one of the oldest of Tucheng-Earth City, has left a similar legend after his death. Every land he travelled through, and even the barren land, will blossom. The thorns on the road will automatically retreat. It is extremely difficult for others to cross the deep ravine cliff. He can walk like it’s a flat ground. That is the servant of god who is really loved by the God of the earth.
But since the disappearance of the oldest High Priest, Tucheng-Earth City has never been able to do this again. Even so, the ancient Tucheng-Earth City Priests have not created many great miracles, which are like today!
The Jiu Yuan can't be allowed to live! The Little Priest of Jiu Yuan can't be allowed to live! Gui-Zheng roared in his heart, killing his heart.
Yan Mo felt that the prelude was almost finished. He quickly drew a ready-made soap from his pocket, held it high in both hands and chanted aloud: ”God of the Ancestors, your most devout worshiper entreats you to give a miracle so that you can remove the grease and dirt from the slave's hands.”
Many people stood up to see what they were holding in their hands.
It was about palm-sized, oval, yellowish in color, delicate and slippery in texture, and you could see it clearly in the sunshine. It looked like something that would remain when spare oil condensate.
Gui-Zheng asked the Jiu Yuan's Priest to wash the slave's oil-stained hands with witchcraft. As a result, the Jiu Yuan's Priest made a miracle appear with grease. If it really succeeds... Will Gui-Zheng be mad?
Gui-Zheng was already angry, but nobody looked at him. Everyone was busy watching how the miracle appeared.
The sun was shining, the teenager's hands held high and kept silent. The grease did not seem to have any change, but also seemed to have some magical change.
Eventually someone could not help whispering, ”Has the miracle been made?”
”Did the witchcraft of the Jiu Yuan's little priest succeed?”
”If he can really turn this witchcraft into an attack, then...”
Someone went on to say, ”Then we will have another priest loved by the gods of the earth and their ancestors.”
”The Ancestors’ priest! What a big lie, is that kid matching like the one who is an Ancestor’s priest?” Gui-Zheng's face changed, trying to destroy the grease, but so many people looked at him, and he had no chance to start.
Wucheng- City of Witches, where the priest near Quipa asked. ”Do you see anything?”
Quipa looked at his hands and blinked. He swears with his own war spirit that he saw nothing, and he did not feel the energy fluctuation. But the more he did this, the more he doubted his eyesight - how could a teenager do nothing?
Some of the Ding Yue Tribe people are not good at hiding their expressions, such as Zhi Chun, such as Shu Yi, the blood warrior.
However, Zhi Chun and others are disdainful of the Jiu Yuan’s little priest performance. What is the flowers and grass, in front of metal weapons, that is a pile of nothing!
Shu Yi, on the other hand, looked at the teenager like a lick, with obvious desires in his eyes.
Chief Fu Dian and Witch Zhe Li were calm, but Fu Dian was somewhat contemptuous. People who have never actually touched or used metal weapons and tools can never imagine how sharp and powerful they are!
If there is a tribe loved by God in the world, it must be the Ding Yue with metal!
Yan Mo had already withdrawn his hands and raised his hands for so long. He said very tired.
”May I ask Wucheng-City of Witches to help prepare a bucket of warm water?”
Luo Jue stood up and said, ”Is your witchcraft over?”
Yan Mo, ”Yes.”
Luo Jue nodded behind him, clashed his hands, and uttered a lighting sound. After the silence, Luo Jue announced, ”The Jiu Yuan's Priest witchcraft has been performed. Let's see how it works. In addition to Tucheng-Earth City High Priest, the other seven cities pushed two more people forward.
Gui-Zheng can't wait to enter the center.
The other seven cities had long been accustomed to such a recommendation, and soon decided on the first candidates to see the effect should be: Huocheng-Fire City High Priest An-Bu and Mucheng-Forest City Third Priest Cong Sheng.
When warm water arrived, Gui-Zheng snatched the lead and said, ”Don't wash with water!”
Yan Mo smiled. ”You didn't say that before, but in order to convince you, let's wash the hands of the slaves in warm water to see if the dirt can be washed.”
Others were anxious to see the results and agreed that Gui-Zheng had to shut up.
Under the gaze of so many masters, the slave put their hands in warm water with fear and tremble. He did not put warm water in the barrel, but in the bucket.
How can you wash your hands that have just been wiped by fat and accumulated dirt over the years with only one pass of warm water?
When everyone decided that warm water cleaning was not very useful, Yan Mo took out the round greasy soap.
”Don't be afraid. I'll teach you how to use it.” Yan Mo saw that the slave was so frightened that he could only wet the soap himself with warm water and then spread it on the slave's hands.