Nightfall

Standing in the Temple of Light, she looked down at the front of Taoshan Qianping under her feet, watched Chen Pipi play a role in the game, and looked at him to undo her belt. She didn't find it funny, but only a little ridiculous.

She remembered who Chen Pipi was. He had seen him many times in Chang'an City. He also cooked noodles for him. He had the purest blood on the door. Although he lived in an irreverent place like the Academy for many years, in Deep in my heart, I still have my belief in myself, and I naturally have doubts about it.

Teachers and students standing in front of Pinglin, Taoyuan, and dozens of unremarkable handymen, Ning Que stood in the crowd watching the drama played at the altar.

That night Ye Hongyu let him leave the Temple of Judgment, indicating that some kind of existence may exist, plus Ye Su's relationship, she should at least remain neutral today, but she is a high ruler of Judgment, and you are a dead fat man. Tens of thousands of people said that they were seen by you when they were young.

There are many people like Ning Que who are worried, including the deputy dean of the oracle, who presides the ceremony of the light festival, and the people in the temple clearly judge how terrible the killing of the constellation is, if she is really irritated by Chen Pipi What if he is killed before the sacrificial ceremony begins?

The president of the Tianyu Academy did not dare to glance at the adjudicating god, and directly ordered the Xiling God Guardian to press the tangerine peel on the altar. With the consent of the palm master, the sacrificial ceremony was started at the fastest speed.

At the ritual ceremony, the temple did not promulgate the crime of Chen Pipi, but started directly. The dean of the Tianyuyuan held a scroll made of gold and read aloud the Fengtian article in the Xiling Canon. This Fengtian article is mainly about Hao Tianze. The great merits of the world have always been regarded as the most important of the three sacred articles.

Tiantian Fengtian is the official sacrifice of today's light festival.

Dean read the sacrifices calmly and sincerely in a pious manner. Every time the sentence was read, the teachers and students of Tianyuyuan would repeat the sentence, and the voice was very neat and harmonious.

I do n’t know if there are priests commanding it, or it is purely conscious. Tens of thousands of believers began to repeat like the celestial offerings of the deity of the Tianyuyuan, like the teachers and students of the Tianyuyuan.

The sound of the chanting festival is getting louder and tidier, like waves on the sea. A wave is higher than a wave, but the waves are kept at a perfect distance, and it gradually resounds through Taoshan, as if to let the high sky dome to hear.

Chen Pipi sat on the white stone altar, holding the bowl of clear water that was previously placed on the ground. Unfortunately, he failed to irritate Ye Hongyu to kill himself. He wanted to drink some water to moisturize his throat, and suddenly he listened to the waves. The chanting sound came from Taoye Shino, and the right hand holding the bowl could not help but stiffen.

He was born in the doorway, and he fell back on the Xiling Canon in his childhood. He knew that this Fengtian ritual is very long. Now the temple people have just read the first two paragraphs, which are full of believers' respect and love for Haotian. The next paragraph Then he will turn to describe Haotian's merits to the world.

His body was slightly stiff, not because he wanted to recite this sacrifice with tens of thousands of people, but because he felt an indescribable pressure from the sound of the eulogy of the waves, this pressure It is absolutely pure power, absolutely high realm, and should not belong to the world at all.

This pressure is not from the pious and neat chanting sound of tens of thousands of believers, but the chanting sound of believers, summoned from the sky, in other words, this pressure comes from the sky.

Chen Pipi looked up to the sky, and saw that this round of light autumn day became more splendid. Countless rays of light fell on the White Stone Altar and fell on him. The light contained absolute pure power and absolute high. This is the coercion he feels.

That coercion seemed to press him into the white stone altar. He was sitting on the altar, and at this time he even felt that his buttocks were to be connected with those slightly hot white stones.

His face became pale, frowning slightly, and the bowl in his hand shattered into the light under the light, and the water in the bowl spattered him.

Faced with the coercion from the sky, humans subconsciously surrender or evade. Chen Pipi does not want to surrender. He wants to evade. However, he finds that he can no longer move, even maintaining his posture of looking up to the sky. Difficult, sore at the neck is unbearable.

He felt that the blockade of the snowy mountains and sea within his body suddenly appeared loose, but there was no joy, because this was not a sign of recovery but the beginning of the melting of the snowy mountains and sea.

The snowy mountains and seas were turned into waste people. He was still optimistic, because he had seen how Ning Que set foot on the path of cultivation. Since Ning Que lacked his ability, why was he a genius of this peerless genius? He firmly believed that he could rebuild the snowy mountains and seas, and it was only then that he realized that all thoughts under Haotian are delusions.

Chen Pipi maintained the posture of looking at the sky, watching the brighter and brighter light in the autumn sky, and watching the light falling on him more and more densely.

Although he did not know what the last link of the light festival was, he had a vague sense of intuition that he would eventually melt into the sky and sue others.

Ning Que has been watching in the crowd. His eyes pass through the shoulders of the handyman and fall on the white stone altar. The black eyes reflect the holy light and are constantly changing. He is very familiar with Haotian Shenhui, and knows that when the chanting of the ritual is over, the ten thousand rays of light falling on the white stone altar will become the purest Haotian Shenhui, which is what the believers call the holy fire, and Chen Pipi will Become a blue smoke in Shenhui.

Since he saw the picture in the stone window between the cliffs, he has been thinking about how to rescue Chen Pipi. He could n’t watch the guy really burned to death by her, but he could n’t think of a good way. He had to wait for three. The change that Sister said, but now Chen Pipi is dying, the change still hasn't appeared, he can't wait any longer, so he took a deep breath and prepared to start.

Breathing has a sound, especially a magic master like Ning Que, who exerted his full strength for the previous breath, howled like an autumn wind passing through the forest.

The handyman in front of him and the deputy dean of the oracle courtyard Mo Li, a little further away, vaguely felt that they heard some voices, but before they responded, they were attracted by another voice.

Ning Que also heard the voice, so he condensed his breath at the fastest speed, slightly waisted, and changed back to the humble Tsing Yi cub in the crowd.

That voice came from the periphery of Qianping, Taoshan. Some people were also reading the chanting verses, and they were almost the same as the content of the priests of the Xiling Temple and tens of thousands of believers, but there was no difference in the pitch of the sound, only in certain paragraphs There are very slight differences in words and sentences.

However, it was those small differences in words and phrases that made the sound of this eulogy very harsh, like a perfect and peaceful movement, and suddenly a crisp knock on the bamboo sounded.

The voice continued to chant the sermon quietly, getting closer and closer to Taoshan, and the sound of tens of thousands of neat and pious sacrifices was suddenly disrupted. The believers kneeling on the ground looked back in amazement.

The solemn eulogy of the chanting sacrifice became much smaller, and only the teachers and students of the Temple of Heaven and the priests of the various temples were still insisting, and they were still fighting against the chanting chanting sent under the Taoshan.

There came a group of people from the bottom of the mountain, old and young, male and female, wearing lizard hats, dark skin, and looked like a fisherman on the beach, but wearing an extremely dignified red robe.

The dozen or so fisherman-like priests in red lined up slowly, and the rhythm of their feet was extremely uniform. If they looked from the front, they could only see the old man in the front.

The distinctive chanting sound comes from these people. There are obviously a dozen people, but there is only one voice. Compared with the chanting sound of the temple, this is truly perfect harmony.

These dozen people came outside the front of Taoshan, and the clear light gradually appeared. The first big formation of Taoshan showed up, but the old man headed did not stop and continued forward without expression. There is no stop, the words and phrases in the teaching scriptures are constantly ringing.

The clear light gradually emerged and then converged, showing no power at all, and the dozen fisherman-like priests in red dress walked to the front of Taoshan, chasing the dozens of cavalry and cavalry who came here, and those who rushed The Xiling Divine Guardian, who looked at the scene, didn't know what to do.

The red robe of these people is true, and the products produced by the temple cannot be forged. More importantly, even the clear array of Taoshan Taoshan has recognized these people's identities. They are only truly devoted to Haotian and have pure blood. The priest can pass the Qingguang so easily.

Tens of thousands of believers on Taoshan Qianping got up one after another, and then dispersed like a tide, giving way to these more than ten people. These people still walked straight, facing Taoshan, with a godly and persevering attitude, they worship The same is Haotian, but it is not the same path as the temple.

The president of Tianyuyuan looked at the dozen people who came slowly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ complexion turned pale. These people rely on a single voice to suppress the chanting sacrifices of tens of thousands of believers and countless Xiling priests. Naturally, they do not rely on realm cultivation, but on the understanding of the sacrifices. From this perspective, these people Comprehension is still above myself, and even the master ’s understanding of the scriptures is not necessarily deep in these people. It ’s just that he has been studying the textbook all his life. He is very clear about the inheritance and changes of Fengtian chapters. The text is like this? Who are these people? Why are they so familiar with the Canon?

Guests who came to participate in the Light Festival were also surprised. They looked at these strange people, looked at the red robe on them, and guessed their coming and coming.

Qiannian was walking by the Buddha, and had seen many secrets of old practices in Xuankong Temple. At this time, looking at these fisherman-like priests in red clothes, frowning at a certain possibility,

"Does the Nanhai Great Priest still have descendants?"

These people walked slowly to the white stone altar, still lining up in a straight line, facing the orange peel on the altar, continuing to calmly and piously chanting the celestial works.

The sound of chanting sacrifices in the Xiling Temple gradually became sparse, until finally it was inaudible.

(I do n’t know what happened today, and my eyes are somewhat flowery. I ’ll write it before three points in the next chapter.) [Unfinished to be continued "This text is provided by the breaking dawn update team @visual blood sacrifice" If you like this work, you are welcome to ◣first release◥ vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. 】