Chapter 1848 1849 Regret Provoking Her
As soon as they left, Mu Hanyan took out the "Eight Gates God Formation", compared it with the sword-casting heart on the sword, and concentrated on trying to figure it out.
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"What the hell is going on, why even the ancestral hall is on fire, how are you guarding it!" Long Aoli, the patriarch of the Long family mansion, roared angrily at the several guards kneeling below.
"We don't know what's going on, but suddenly it caught fire. I beg for mercy, Lord Patriarch." Several guards were scared out of their wits, and kowtowed vigorously, their foreheads were bloody.
"Lord Patriarch, calm down. The ancestral hall has been built for too long, and the candles are constantly burning all year round. It is just catching up with the dry weather, so it is inevitable to catch fire. We can't blame them entirely. Besides, this is not the first time." The housekeeper advised.
"It's a good thing we found it in time and didn't destroy the ancestral card, otherwise killing all of you would not get rid of my hatred." Long Aoli gave those people a hard look and cursed, "Kick them all out of the Dragon Mansion and replace them with others." Guard the ancestral hall, if you dare to be careless again, you will be killed without mercy."
The Long Family Ancestral Hall has a history of nearly 100,000 years, and it is inevitable that there will be a few accidents in the middle. This time it is not a precedent, so he didn't think too much about his anger. In addition, the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods is about to begin, and there are so many things at hand, it is impossible for him to concentrate on this matter and not pursue it further.
"Thank you, Patriarch, for your kindness." Several guards kowtowed heavily as if they were being pardoned, and then retreated.
Seeing this, Long Wudang let out a long sigh of relief, and quietly glanced at Long Wucuo. He had brought people to the ancestral hall to see the situation, and Long Wucuo immediately ordered the guards to go back. The time was too short, and he didn't know Mu Did Hanyan succeed?
He didn't dare to ask such a big mess just now, so he could only find the answer from Long Wucuo.
Afterwards, everyone dispersed.
As soon as he returned to his yard, Long Wudang pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on Long Wucuo's movement, but unfortunately, after waiting for most of the night, he didn't hear any abnormal noise.
It seems that it really missed. Long Wudang secretly yelled bad luck, whether Mu Hanyan missed or not was none of his business, what he was worried about was Wan Ants Biting Heart Pill.
"I've done everything I should do, even set fire to my own ancestral hall, she shouldn't blame me anymore, right? It's hard to say, that woman has no reason to say, maybe she really blames her Me, alas, what should I do?" Confused in his heart, Long Wudang couldn't fall asleep anyway.
Alas, it would be great if I didn't have An Xiaxin's idea back then, if I didn't go to Huayu City back then, impulsiveness is indeed a devil, if I accidentally provoke such a evil star, I accidentally fell in love with her The thief boat, accidentally... When tossing and turning, Mr. Long deeply regretted it again.
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In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight pierced through the darkness and fell on the boundless land, the melodious and desolate horn sounded from the majestic spire of the Tianyang Temple.
On the huge square in front of the temple that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, the altar with a radius of hundreds of feet stands tall, looking extraordinarily solemn and solemn in the golden morning light.
Today is the day when the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods is officially held.
A priest in a light golden sacrificial robe, so old that his teeth were about to fall out, was chanting obscure sacrificial words in that hoarse voice.
According to the law of the temple, the color of the sacrificial robes worn by the priests is also very different depending on the level of cultivation and the level of the priesthood.
Priests of gods and spirits wear black sacrificial robes with white cloud patterns embroidered on them to show their level of cultivation, while the chief priests of the Twelve Temples at the level of Tianyang Temple (replacement of Huayu Temple) wear white sacrificial robes on formal occasions. Also known as the White Robe Officiant.
After reaching the level of the priests of Shenxin, they wear a blue sacrificial robe with red cloud patterns embroidered on it to show their cultivation level. The priests of the five major temples including the Temple of Life are the top powerhouses of this level, and they wear red sacrificial robes on formal occasions. In the folk, it is called the red robe officiant.
The higher level is the priest of the soul, wearing a purple sacrificial robe, and the silver cloud pattern represents the level of cultivation, and the best among them is the twelve gods who Mu Hanyan knows. Wear silver sacrificial robes to represent identity.
As for the golden sacrificial robe, it is only qualified to be worn by a divine master.
The reason why there is such a clear distinction in clothing is that the priests of the temple mainly practice spiritual thoughts, and their strength is not as easy to distinguish as the swordsmen of the Holy Court Continent. Only the difference in clothing can more easily reflect the priesthood. between high and low.
The old priest in front of him, whose teeth were about to fall out, obviously couldn't be the officiant, but according to the law of the temple, the priest in charge of presiding over the grand ceremony can wear a light golden sacrificial robe to show his solemnity, so he has such a special tolerance.
Hundreds of thousands of people in the audience prostrated themselves on the ground, and sang along in a low voice. In fact, even Mu Hanyan couldn't understand what the old man was singing, let alone them, and probably just hummed along. But their expressions are so pious. If they are asked to sacrifice their lives for the temple now, go up the mountain of knives and go down the pan of oil, no one will refuse.
At this time, Mu Hanyan was also wearing a white sacrificial robe, sitting side by side with the other twelve chief priests, receiving the worship of hundreds of thousands of people below. I have seen a lot of things in the mainland, and I didn’t show the slightest uneasiness. I was dignified and calm in my gestures, which made Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe behind me admire. It was the first time for them to participate in such a grand ceremony. Looking down Those devout people felt a sense of pride as priests, flushed with excitement and trembling all over.
Not far away, Long Wudang stared at Mu Hanyan pitifully with two panda eyes, feeling so worried that his intestines were about to burst. Until now, he has not been able to see anything strange from Long Wucuo, and Mu Hanyan obviously missed it. Judging from Mu Hanyan's unreasonable habits, he is likely to be blamed.
Just blame it, even if he was beaten hard again, he would admit it, but the problem is that this is not as simple as being beaten, but the heart-eating pill of thousands of ants, just by listening to the name, he knows it is a kind of poison, It is not difficult to imagine how painful and terrifying it is when the poison occurs.
It's a pity that the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods attracts so much attention, and he dared not go to see Mu Hanyan even if he was a guilty conscience.
"God bless, Mu Hanyan, don't make any accidents, or I will die." Long Wudang glanced at Mu Hanyan quietly again, praying secretly in his heart.
The old-fashioned priest was still singing in a low voice on the stage, and the people below became more and more pious, almost lying on the ground, but Mu Hanyan got a little impatient waiting, she didn't have much faith in the temple, listen Almost fell asleep.
"After the ceremony, get up." Finally, the old priest sang the last verse and said to the people below.
Mu Hanyan let out a long sigh of relief, and it was finally over.