Everyone in the square looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces full of shock.
The deep-rooted worship and reverence for Jiuli God is slowly receding at this moment.
Especially, when these normally proud and inviolable people in black robes were fed [Yao Chong], they rolled on the ground one by one, scratching their bodies.
He also knelt down to the girls and begged for mercy without dignity.
The reverence for the gods was gradually replaced by disgust and contempt.
Muyan plucked the strings lightly.
The melodious sound of the piano spread throughout the square, and the noisy crowd immediately quieted down.
Her voice is like gold and jade, crisp and sweet.
Not light or heavy, but everyone can hear it.
"Do you know that the Jiuli tribe is divided into two parts, Shangshan District and Xiazhong District?"
Everyone in the square nodded.
"Then do you know why all the people in the Shangshan district are immortals, while the people in the lower districts are all mortals?"
Everyone showed a blank expression.
Someone boldly said: "Because we don't have spiritual roots, we can't practice."
The term "spiritual root" was mentioned by this person overheard.
Muyan sneered: "How many people are there in the lower districts of the Jiuli Tribe, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands? Even if ten or hundreds of people don't have spiritual roots, don't they have tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands? Is there no next generation?"
"You, you, you, and you, come up."
Muyan casually pointed to a few people.
Among these people were young and old, men and women.
Everyone walked to Muyan anxiously, not knowing what they were about to face.
Muyan asked Miao An to give each of them a pill.
"Eat it, then listen to the sound of my piano, and feel the surge of spiritual power in the dantian with your heart."
After several people swallowed the elixir with a feeling of death, Muyan sat down cross-legged and plucked the strings.
As the sound of the curling zither sounded, three of the four people who were called up showed somewhat painful expressions.
They hurriedly followed Muyan's instruction to sit cross-legged and meditate.
The other person was a little slower, but after a cup of tea, he also sweated on his forehead.
The expression on his face was both surprised and happy, and he quickly sat down cross-legged.
It was a long time, but there was no sound in the square.
Someone looked blank.
But some people realized something, and stared at the high platform without blinking.
About half an hour later, the young man who sat down first jumped up from the ground.
But this jump was incredible, his body jumped several meters high.
After falling, he slashed towards the stone beside him with his bare hands.
I saw that the stone, the size of half a human hug, shattered in response.
Wow! !
A pot exploded in the square.
"How is this going?"
"Isn't that the son of Uncle Li's family? How could he jump so high? How did he become so strong?"
However, the shock was far from over.
After the next four got up, the strength they showed became more and more eye-catching.
Among them was a young girl who even condensed a fireball with her bare hands.
"Goddess, are you the one who bestowed the power on my nation?!"
Miao An's eyes became more and more frenzied, she knelt down in front of Muyan, and tremblingly said: "You are indeed the messenger of the Sun God! Long live the Sun God!!"
All the people in the square knelt down and shouted in unison: "Long live the Sun God!!"
This time, everyone's voice was full of fanatical admiration.
It's not just like the confusion of following the crowd just now.