Chapter 1848

As soon as they left, mu Hanyan took out the book "eight gate god array" and compared it with the determination of casting sword on the sword.

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"What's the matter? Even the ancestral hall is on fire. How do you guard it?" Long family mansion, home owner long Aoli on kneeling below a few guards angry roar.

"We don't know what's going on. Suddenly, it's on fire. We beg for the Lord's mercy. We beg for the Lord's mercy." Several guards were scared out of their wits, kowtowed hard, and their forehead was bloody.

"My Lord, I can't blame them all. Besides, it's not the first time." The housekeeper advised.

"Fortunately, I found it in time. I didn't destroy the ancestral card. Otherwise, I would have hated to kill you." Long Aoli glared at those people and scolded, "drive them out of the dragon's house and replace them to guard the ancestral temple. If you dare to be careless again, there will be no amnesty."

The ancestral hall of the dragon family has a history of nearly 100000 years. It is inevitable that there will be several accidents. This time, it is not a precedent. Therefore, anger is anger. He didn't think much about it. In addition, the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods is about to begin, and there are many things on hand, so he can't put all his spirit on this matter and didn't pursue it.

"Thank you for your kindness." Several of the guards kowtowed heavily before retreating.

Seeing this, long Wudang takes a long breath and takes a peek at long Wucuo. He took people to the ancestral temple to see the situation. Long Wucuo immediately orders his entourage to go back. The time is too short, and I don't know if Mu Hanyan is successful.

He didn't dare to ask for such a big problem just now. He could only find the answer from long Wucuo.

Then the crowd dispersed.

As soon as he got back to his yard, long Wudang put up his ears to listen to the movement of long Wucuo. Unfortunately, after waiting for most of the night, he didn't hear any strange noise.

It seems that I really missed it. Long Wudang screams out his bad luck. It's none of his business whether mu Hanyan fails or not. He's worried about the ten thousand ants eating the heart pill.

"I've already done what I should do. Even my ancestral hall has been set on fire. Should she not put the blame on me again? It's hard to say that the woman has no reason at all. Maybe she really blames me. Alas, what can I do? " Heart tangled, dragon Wudang is how can't sleep.

Alas, if only I didn't have an Xiaxin's idea. If only I didn't go to Huayu City, impulse is really the devil. If I didn't care, I would have provoked such a evil star. If I didn't care, I would have been on her boat. If I didn't care, I would have When he tossed and turned, he was deeply remorseful again.

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In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight breaks through the darkness and falls on the boundless earth, the lofty spire of the temple of the sun also rings the melodious and desolate sound of the horn.

On the huge square in front of the temple, which can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, the sacrificial platform with a radius of 100 Zhang stands high, which is particularly solemn and solemn in the golden dawn.

Today is the day when the ceremony of offering sacrifices to gods is officially held.

A priest in a pale gold robe, old enough to lose all his teeth, was chanting in his hoarse voice an obscure sacrifice.

According to the law of the temple, the color of the robes worn by the priests varies greatly according to the different accomplishments and the different levels of the clergy.

The priests of gods wear black robes embroidered with white cloud patterns to show the level of cultivation. The chief priests of the twelve temples at the level of Tianyang Temple (Baohuan Huayu Temple) wear white robes on formal occasions, which is also known as the chief priests of white robes among the people.

After the cultivation reached the divine heart priest, they wore a blue robe embroidered with red cloud patterns to show the cultivation level. The five main temples, such as the life temple, were the top strong people of this level. They wore a red robe on formal occasions, which was known as the red robe chief priest among the people.

On a higher level, there are the spirit priests. They wear purple robes, and the silver cloud pattern represents the level of cultivation. Among them, the best one is the twelve God bless priests known by mu Hanyan. They wear silver robes on formal occasions to represent their status.

As for the golden robe, it's something that God is qualified to wear.

The reason why there is such a clear distinction in clothing is that the Temple priests are mainly engaged in spiritual cultivation, and their strength is not as easy to distinguish as the swordsmen in the holy land. Only when there is a difference in clothing can the high and low of the priests be more easily reflected.

It is obvious that the old priest, whose teeth are all gone, can not be the chief priest. It is only according to the law of the temple that the officialdom in charge of the grand ceremony can wear a pale gold robe to show his solemnity that he has such a special appearance.

Hundreds of thousands of people prostrate on the ground and sing in a low voice. In fact, mu Hanyan can't understand what the old man is singing, let alone them. They probably hum a few words blindly. But their expression is so devout. If they are asked to die for the temple, go up the knife mountain and down the oil pot, no one will refuse.

At this time, mu Hanyan also wore a white robe, and sat side by side with the other 12 chief priests, accepting the worship of hundreds of thousands of people below. Although it was the first time to experience such a scene, Miss Mu had seen a lot of people when she was in the holy land, and did not show any uneasiness. She was dignified and calm in her actions, which made Sikong Qinglan and his wife behind her Shen Yuhe admired them very much. It was the first time for them to participate in such a grand ceremony. Looking at the pious people below, they felt proud of being priests. Their faces were flushed with excitement and their whole body was shaking.Not far away, long Wudang is wearing two panda eyes. He looks at mu Hanyan pitifully, and his intestines are almost broken. Until now, he has not been able to see anything different from long Wucuo. Mu Hanyan obviously failed. To Mu Hanyan unreasonable habits, it is likely to blame on him.

It's strange. Even if he was beaten again, he would admit it. But the problem is that it's not as simple as being beaten. It's the heart eating pill of ten thousand ants. I only know it's a kind of poison by listening to its name. It's not hard to imagine how painful and terrifying it is when it's poisoned.

It's a pity that the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the gods attracts so much attention. He is guilty of being a thief and dare not go to see mu Hanyan. He has no chance to intercede. He can only wait for the opportunity after the ceremony.

"God bless me, don't say anything unexpected, or I will die." Long Wudang quietly looks at mu Hanyan and prays in his heart.

The old priest was still singing in a low voice on the stage, and the people below were more and more devout. They almost fell on the ground, but mu Hanyan was a little impatient. She had no faith in the temple, so she almost fell asleep.

"That's all. Get up." Finally, the old God finished singing the last sacrifice words and said to the people below.

Mu Hanyan took a long breath, and finally it was over.

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