The Northern Sword God
The Thunder Dragon Valley
Map of Negri Medicinal Plants
Passing the night in the highlands of Negri Medicinal Plants World was like living in a cooling room only. Lucky our hero is a top-class expert who can not be compared with ordinary people, so that the bone-piercing air he actually uses to meditate, absorbing energy from heaven and earth.
The dark moment full of stars passed quietly without any incident. When early in the morning the sun had just appeared, he had finished his meditation and was ready to die the simple family home.
But before he looked at his reflection from the reflection of a small pond behind the house.
"I really look foreign like a wiku or religious elder only" her inner self with a smile.
His delicate face though was now filled with wild hair at the top of his lips and beard, yet did not hide that shining handsome face. It even accentuated that aura of majesty.
"Maybe I'll find a makeup artist to improve my appearance in Thunder Sky City later"
Last night's conversation with the host had given him a lot of information, and he decided to go alone to Thunder Sky City.
Jampa the little boy had gone out to herd into the meadow, long before sunrise. Sima Yong said goodbye and thanked Imay before saying goodbye to the boy.
"Actually I hope that this Holy Lord will wait for another two days. The ceremony of receiving the blessing directly from the Gods will be held at the foot of the Himalayas in the Temple of God worship. I want to show and introduce my daughter later to the Holy Lord.
Maybe you can give a blessing to Rani our eldest son. Although he has lived happily being a servant in the Himalayan God Palace, but if he obtained the blessing of other Saints like Master, my heart would be even more relieved" Imay said expectantly.
Sima Yong did not immediately answer Imay's request. He waved and a paper talisman floated and stuck to the entrance of the Imay Family home (more precisely the hut). His mouth murmured words in the ancient language and a small cluster of stars floated up and fused with the orthodox talisman paper.
Imay also seemed to understand, then lock the lips tightly. He knew that the man they called the Holy Lord was performing the ritual of blessing their house. After that, the young man turned around and smiled softly. Said..
"It was an act or a magic spell that I did to protect your home.
Although the benefits of magic will shrink over time, this talisman spell is able to last for ten years.
Even though I don't smell any spirits or magical beast around here, this spell will protect your home from the attacks of a level ten Magical Beast or peak Great Spirit Realm.
Spirits and other magical beings as long as they are not powerful above the Great Spirit Realm, will not be able to break into your home, with the protection of the magic talisman"
Imay hurriedly knelt down and worshiped.
"Thank you, Grand Master.. Thank you Holy Lord.." he hit his head repeatedly on the ground floor.
Sima Yong made a slow gesture and Imay suddenly lifted from a worship position, now standing in a state of shock. This Holy Lord is truly half god! thought. His attitude became more respectful.
"Regarding the attractions of the blessing procession ceremony of the Himalayan God, maybe we will meet in the City of Thunder Sky" Sima Yong said.
"I will wait and meet again with you and Jampa at the Temple of the Himalayan God Worship" Sima Yong said softly.
He then left Surya Village and decided to walk to the Negri Capital of Medicinal Plants.
"According to Jampa's story, the trip to the capital at most takes two hours on foot.
There might be interesting things that I can see all the way to the Sky Thunder City" inner Sima Yong.
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The Medicinal Plants Country is a small country that stands on a stretch of mountains or highlands. While the Negri Capital is to the East of Nika based on the Surya Village, right at the foot of the Himalayan Mountains.
Thunder Sky City is the only city in this country, while the rest are only small villages that the average people live from the results of herding goats typical of the country.
The people look cheerful but not crowded, with a combination of ordinary people and priests of certain religions of some of the beliefs that the country recognizes. Almost all men and a few old women. Sima Yong looked away when the clattering sound of the bell being snapped felt ringing in the ears.
People were seen retreating from the rocky road neatly, and lined up neatly by the side of the road as they bowed respectfully, then knelt down and did not dare to look up.
"What's going on?" the young man's mind.
The sight of six young men in huge golden robes and long robes (young priests), passing through the middle of the road became instantly deserted - everyone stood aside and bowed in worship, while the group - where the youngest priest at the front repeatedly shake one small bell that makes a ringing sound.
Cring ! Cring ! Cring ! It sounds regular and follows a certain rhythm.
The other four priests are seen carrying a dragon-carved joli (on which sits another half-old priest) he is right behind the belled padri.
At the very back of the entourage, another priest who repeatedly splashed holy water from the vessel in his hand, to the left and right of the street, seemed to be blessing the pedestrians.
His mouth was muttering in complicated language, but the pedestrians kneeling worshipped were so happy to be splashed with holy water, their bodies swaying like possessed people, as the water splashed against the body.
Sima Yong looked carefully at the half-old priest sitting above, as the wind blew fiercely making the fluttering of the padri robes wave..
"His left hand is stumped? Not just his left hand, neither are his legs. Are they a religious group that likes to mutilate its own limbs?"
He concluded so because his sharp eyes saw the scar of the padri's left hand was a slash that was done voluntarily, not because of fighting.
Our hero's imagination was at a standstill, when he suddenly saw a small flash of displeased gaze from the half-old priest on the joli.. Directed to him.
"Is this because I don't lay worship and glazed ?" he tries to draw conclusions. The glint contained a familiar energy in Sima Yong's eyes.
"Good ?" his inner. Although quickly the lightning of magic aura directly behind the padri, but a speck of magic aura leaking it can not lie to our young people.
With a humble movement he lowered his head and two hands on his chest forming a sign of respect. Padri on top of the joli also lowered his head in a sign of respect towards Sima Yong, again trying to be regal.
The incident passed quickly, when the group of priests had been far ahead. The crowd of pedestrians stood back up and the sound of the commotion of people talking sounded again.
"What was that?" sima Yong asked one of the pedestrians closest to him.
"Ah... This master is definitely not a local person right?" that person looked back and noticed Sima Yong's different way of dressing. The next..
"That was the group of Elder Padri from the Himalayan God Temple. Those saints are going around the city every day and giving blessings to all the citizens" the person said proudly.
"The worship of this country towards the Himalayan God of the Peak is not in vain. You saw it for yourself, didn't you? This country has never been hit by war and our lives are fulfilled" the passerby said.
Our young man nodded his head, but in his heart he wondered. "Where are the pedestrians or the young women of this city?. Why is it that only old men or women pass by in the streets? Have they all been offered to the Himalayan god?"
That question he was silent in his heart, with the intention of trying to investigate tonight. He politely asked again,
"Do you know where I can buy this map of Negri Medicinal Plants? I see all the stores here only sell food products and daily necessities"
"Ah Mr.. You really are not a Negri Medicinal Plant person. Such equipment and necessities are not in general sale in city stores..
If you wish to look around for such a magical item, you should visit the Thunder Dragon Valley. That's where many of the witches need to be sold like that.
But if you are not a witch or a martial artist, you are not allowed to enter the valley" replied the passerby. He then hurriedly said goodbye and left, as if timidly because he told too much with strangers.
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