In the longevity palace.

In front of the cloud wall, the wizard was holding an incense burner and smoking the hall, while his mind was still thinking about what happened just now.

She was wearing a white cloud-patterned divine robe, and multiple layers of single clothes could be seen deep in the collar. She stepped on stone slabs and made rhythmic sounds as she walked.

"No."

"No...no..."

Indeed, the final interpretation of the hexagram is incorrect.

But she seemed to have said the word "no" before she could interpret the hexagram.

So at what point did she sense the hexagram with that intuitive glance, or was there something in her heart that pushed her to say the word "no".

She felt panicked.

Although she did not deviate from the decree of the gods in her actions, she felt that she had deviated from it in her heart.

"O God of Clouds!"

"Where do the thoughts in people's hearts come from? Why are they so elusive? Is it possible that everyone's heart is somehow connected to the sky or some place of nothingness?"

"Did I make the right choice under the possession of your spirit, or did I come up with my own ideas by accident?"

The shaman held the incense burner, and puffs of smoke swirled around her.

And she was like a dizzy person stumbling around in the curtain, constantly pouring out her inner thoughts. She was the only one here, and she didn't have to pretend in front of others.

Only the gods are watching her here and listening to her from above.

In a daze, the wizard looked through the hanging curtains and saw the cloud wall in the depths glowing slightly, and then a shadow seemed to come through the cloud wall.

The wizard was stunned for a moment and stopped walking.

She bent over while holding the incense burner and looked over quietly.

Immediately afterwards.

The same sound of shoes stepping on stone bricks appeared as before. The sound was thumping, as if it was wandering in the temple.

The voice seemed to be close to me, but when I looked around the entire hall, I couldn't see the other person's shadow.

"Going outside?"

The magic witch followed the sound and chased him out, but still didn't see anyone.

She kept walking forward, passing through the bamboo forest, and arrived in front of the Shenyuan.

She hesitated for a while, then walked toward the forest alone. By this time, night had fallen.

Carrying the incense burner, walking in the forest under the moonlight.

She kept wondering if the one just now was really Yun Zhongjun?

If it is true, then why did Yun Zhongjun guide her into the forest.

Is it because she did something wrong?

Or is it because she did the right thing?

"Shua la la!"

When the wind blows, the branches sway like bells.

The shadows of the trees and stones were cast on the ground by the moonlight, as if the souls in the mountains and rivers emerged from the ground one after another, entangled around her feet, penetrated into her shadow, and explored her inner thoughts.

The swaying sound was like the whisper of ghosts and gods.

And she answered in her heart.

"O ghosts and gods in the mountains and rivers, are you following the orders of Lord Yun Zhong to see if I am still a shaman of the gods?"

"Unfortunately, I don't know either."

"Am I a human being or a witch?"

She wondered if there would be a thunder in the sky.

If the divine thunder fell on her, it would probably turn her into ashes in an instant, just like the fierce god Hanba.

However, she still walked towards the depths.

A gust of wind came from down the mountain, passed through her body from behind, and blew all the way up the mountain.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and at first glance it looked like thousands of ghosts and gods were rushing up the mountain, seeming to be rushing to somewhere, or worshiping something.

The wizard originally looked behind him, then raised his hands to block his sight with his sleeves.

After coming back to his senses, he saw a figure suddenly appearing on a stone platform at the top of the mountain.

"who?"

The moon penetrates the clouds, its light dispersing the darkness.

She finally saw the man clearly. He was wearing the same cloud-patterned divine robe as hers and had the same half-long hair.

It's just that the man didn't wear the mask of the witch. It seemed that he didn't need that mask, because his face was the true face of the ancient god.

At this moment, she finally understood why she was chosen as the witch.

Because that man had a tall figure, his skin reflected fair color in the moonlight, and he had the appearance of a young man. There might be some tall figures among the group of witches, but it would be rare for them to have similar looks.

She has been feeling inferior since she was a child because she was too tall, but she didn't expect that she would get this result in the end.

But at this moment, when she looked at the figure with the same clothes and hair, she suddenly felt a little ashamed and did not dare to look at that person. It was like a rough statue on the stage cast in reverse, seeing the true God above the clouds.

The man under the moon spoke condescendingly to her.

"It will rain sometimes tomorrow."

The magic witch had thousands of thoughts in his heart, but at this moment he couldn't say a word, he just stood there blankly.

The rituals to worship the gods, the techniques to welcome the gods, and the thousands of words of blessings that I had learned in the past were completely forgotten at this moment.

The man walked along the moonlight and sighed.

"The moonlight is beautiful, but there is no wine."

Another gust of wind blew up, and the moonlight in the sky became even brighter, and the shadows swayed with the wind and moon.

But in the eyes of the witch, it was as if all the ghosts and gods were following the figure covered with stars and the moon, heading towards the unknown and ethereal realm.

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the next day.

There was already a sea of ​​people outside the shrine, and the priest witch had come early to pay homage to the witch, but he found that she was already sitting in the curtain behind the altar waiting, still thinking about the scene last night in a daze.

Before the sacrificial witch began to worship, the divine witch spoke.

"It will probably rain tomorrow."

Those words were extremely certain, so sure that the priest was stunned.

"Is this the hexagram obtained from divination?"

Divine Witch: "Yun Shen told me this himself yesterday."

Worshiping the witch: "Did you worship the gods in front of the cloud wall before nightfall?"

The wizard didn't say much: "So it will rain at midnight tonight."

The sacrificial witch asked again: "What about repaying one's wishes..."

Wizard: "Wine!"

Sacrifice to the witch: "Wine?"

Ji Wu thought about this word for a moment and suddenly understood something.

"It turns out it's not raining, and that's the problem."

The priest walked outside and informed everyone of the results.

Like the witch priest, everyone was stunned at first, and then all of them smiled.

They were scared to death, and each one of them was so panicked that they were afraid that Mr. Yun Zhong would blame them somewhere, or that the sacrifices were too few or not enough.

In the end, because of this incident, my heart dropped, but I also found it funny.

Villagers, you looked at me, and I looked at you and started talking.

"We guys are too ignorant. How could we forget the wine when worshiping the gods?"

"Yes, yes, you guys just went to worship the gods and brought a few fruits to offer some fast food. How can you continue to watch this?"

"In the past, when we worshiped gods, we always had to offer wine."

"You didn't offer wine to the gods. No wonder there is no rain in the sky."

Somehow, the wine and the rain seemed to be connected in everyone's eyes.

But when they reached the foot of the mountain, the villagers looked back at the mountain and said strange things behind their backs.

"The wine made by the mountain people is not very good. No wonder the gods don't like it. They still have to look at us."

"That's right, our wine can't be compared to the ones in the mountains."

"Wherever the mountain people have any good wine, they probably don't have anything to drink."

"Let's go back, find someone to look at, and bring out the best wine."

"Hurry, hurry."

The crowd broke up at the foot of the mountain and started running in all directions.
Chapter completed!