Chapter 1839

Although they are used to these, they still have some rejection in their hearts. The matter of ghosts and gods is mysterious. How can they be broken by simply saying a few spells?

Cheng Yaojin, in particular, doesn't like these. He even puts up his hands and is ready to see a good play. He is a soldier and has killed more people than the people of Chang'an city. If there are ghosts and gods, why don't he claim his own life? Of course, he only belongs to the category of disbelief, but he dare not disrespect ghosts and gods, because there have been sacrificial activities since ancient times. These acts of praying for people are good intentions. They can be disbelieved, but they can not be destroyed. Otherwise, they will become the public enemy of the whole Tang Dynasty, which is not acceptable to a country.

Li Shimin didn't know the people's different thoughts. He clenched his fists and stared at the boss. It seemed that he saw something from such a ceremony, but unfortunately, he didn't see anything. In fact, he belongs to the kind of unbelieving. What ghost? What immortal? If there are these immortals, why do people in Datang suffer so much? He was full of doubts about immortals when he thought that the Turks had fun killing the people of the Tang Dynasty a few years ago.

However, he is not only Li Shimin, but also the emperor of the Tang Dynasty.

When such a strange thing appears, people can't go to heaven to check it. They only hope for all ghosts and gods, so they invited yuan Tiangang and others. Otherwise, how can they know the truth?

There is no way to do this. Only by finding out what this is, can we give the people an answer and calm the restless people. Otherwise, how can we face the people of Datang in the future?

Thinking of this, Li Shimin's sad face showed again. Subconsciously, he felt a cigarette from his waist and stretched out his trembling right hand to touch the fire fold, but he didn't touch anything.

At this time, the little noble son quickly took out the fire fold from his waist and handed it respectfully. He was the close eunuch beside his majesty. His sharp eyes were necessary. Since he knew that his majesty liked this, the fire fold on his waist had never been broken.

Li Shimin glanced at the little noble son from the corner of his eye, nodded slightly, stretched out his cigarette, lit it slowly and took a puff, which relieved his tense nerves. After a burst of relaxation, he moved his eyes to Yuan Tiangang and others who were doing it again.

Yuan Tiangang saw that the wooden sword in their hands had adjusted its posture, but the spell still kept on in their mouth.

"Heaven and earth are natural, filthy Qi is scattered, the cave is mysterious, Lang Tai Yuan is shaken, and the eight powerful gods make me natural. Lingbao Fu life is told to the nine days."

When the voice fell, he glanced at Li Chunfeng and Shu Jindou and said solemnly, "close."

The three of them took a long breath and put the long sword on the incense table. Yuan Tiangang took out three copper coins from his sleeve and sprinkled them on the incense table. His hands were folded and his mouth was chanting words. After a quarter of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at the copper wire.

"How could this happen?"

Yuan Tiangang's eyes shrunk and his eyebrows almost wrinkled together.

Li Chunfeng and Shu Jindou are the same, with an unbelievable face, as if they didn't divine the divination.

"Three, what happened?"

Li Shimin noticed the abnormality and hurried forward.

He glanced at the copper coins on the incense table, but he couldn't understand it at all. He had to look at Li Chunfeng and others: "Taoist priest, what's the meaning of this divination?"

No one answered. The three stared at the copper coin as if they hadn't heard Li Shimin's words. They didn't pretend not to hear or deliberately didn't answer, but this divinatory sign.

The divinatory symbols are really strange. Yuan Tiangang can see the leopard without knowing all the things. Li Chunfeng and his accomplishments are not under yuan Tiangang. They are both teachers and friends. They have never been unable to win the divinatory symbols, let alone add a half hanging son Shu Jindou. However, today, the three are on the horse together, This divinatory symbol is inextricable without any reason. It seems that things in the sky come out of thin air, and they can't touch with ghosts and gods.

"Strange, strange."

Li Chunfeng frowned. At this time, he was not in the mood to study whether there was a problem with his Taoism, but threw himself wholeheartedly on the divination.

"Where did Taoist Li say this?"

Seeing that only Li Chunfeng spoke, Li Shimin had to ask the unlucky guy.

"Your Majesty doesn't know."

Li Chunfeng glanced at Li Shimin and didn't salute. Maybe it's because he only thinks the other party is a scholar, or because he has been addicted to divinatory symbols and completely forgot: "Your Majesty, in the past, the poor Taoist priest and Tiangang divination were all divination. What's more, brother Jindou was added today. There should be no problem, but there was a mistake. Not only did he not calculate what the sky was, but he didn't even calculate the cause. It's really strange."

While talking, he glanced at the things in the sky intentionally or unintentionally. His eyes were full of curiosity and surprise. He said in his heart that if I knew what it was, I would study it for seven days and seven nights.