The long poles are hung with red silk and satin, dancing in the wind.

Red represents passion.

It also represents joy.

On both sides of the Star-Zhaing Tower, the red color running up from the bottom of the mountain seems to have opened a bloody road, pointing directly to the Star-Zhaing Tower.

On the side, there were many guards standing. The Mingjiao disciples and the Mongolians from the Yuan Dynasty were on extremely nervous alert. The closer they got, the more they paid attention to it and the more nervous they became.

Roof.

I don't know when Yue Yuan had already sat on the leader's seat prepared for him. There was a full moon scimitar lying across his waist. He was leaning on it and his slightly squinted eyes were scanning the people who were sitting in front of him.

A group of people in their own place.

The slanted eyebrows and indifferent eyes were matched with an expression that was half-smiling but not smiling.

It seemed that the person sitting on the leader's seat was not a groom who was about to get married, but an audience watching the play.

Laughter, anger and curse are all done according to one's own heart.

Everyone was involved, but only Yue Yuan, who was involved, did not have this mentality.

"..."

After glancing around, Yue Yuan raised his head and looked directly at the sky above his head. The sky was cloudless and blue.

What's more, the weather is good and the sky is beautiful.

His position as leader is not small. It seems to be just a seat for one person. In fact, it is a dragon bed that you can lie on and sleep on. There used to be the Scarlet Train Fairy Li Mochou next to him, but today

She seemed to be busy with something else and didn't show up for the time being.

"The leader."

"Those Buddhist monks have already made arrangements."

Guangmingzuo envoy Yang Xiao stepped forward and reported directly to Yue Yuan who was sitting there.

"Let the other spectators come up."

Nodding, Yue Yuan said: "While waiting for a stick of incense, I think it's time to start. You two are the ones responsible for offering sacrifices to heaven, what do you think?" After giving the instructions, Yue Yuan then asked those who participated in picking the incense.

Brothers Liu Ji and Zhang Zhong, who were responsible for the entire construction of the Star Tower, asked.

What do you think?

You have already determined it, what can I do?

Not mentioning Liu Ji's inner feelings, Zhang Zhong, one of the Wusan people, replied respectfully: "I have no objection."

"That's it."

wave, signal.

Yue Yuan looked at the retreating brothers Liu Ji and Zhang Zhong, then withdrew his gaze, squinted his eyes and continued to fall asleep.

same.

With this action, Yang Xiao also started further work. Under his command, the people who had been waiting for the ceremony were led by Mingjiao disciples to directly spiral up the dragon ladder surrounding the Star-Zhaing Tower.

"This staircase!"

Walking in front was Song Yuanqiao of the Wudang Sect. This time, his master Zhang Sanfeng was nowhere to be seen. He didn’t know whether he was retreating in the back mountain or whether he had taken action in advance. However, as the talker of the Wudang Sect in ordinary times, Song Yuanqiao could only come forward.

Make a decision.

In addition to sending his junior brother to the Emei Sect to pay attention to the situation there, he himself took his junior brother Yin Liting directly to the Guangmingding Summit of the Mingjiao General Altar to watch the ceremony.

He himself had to come forward, but his junior brother Yin Liting... just didn't say anything.

As a senior brother, Song Yuanqiao knew Yin Liting's thoughts very well, but bringing him here was a plan to completely resolve this bad relationship directly at Guangmingding.

And after arriving at Guangmingding, Yin Liting wanted to see Ji Xiaofu, but unfortunately... the other party avoided her, which made Yin Liting miserable.

It’s better to go directly to Yang Xiao, the left envoy of Guangming, right?

Although Yin Liting had this plan, he was still stopped by his senior brother Song Yuanqiao. Otherwise, the Wudang Sect might have started to work directly with the Mingjiao General Forum.

Song Yuanqiao, who was walking in front, glanced at Yin Liting, who was following behind, and thought to himself that his junior brother's brain seemed to have suddenly stopped thinking when encountering this problem, and he rushed towards the direction of cerebral palsy, hoping that he would take good care of him when the time comes.

To avoid accidents.

Because during the ceremony, Ji Xiaofu, as the daughter-in-law of Yang Xiao, the Left Envoy of Light, would definitely appear in the Star Reaching Tower.

Star-Zhaing Tower, this name has been given to the building since they went up the mountain, and the Mingjiao did not make any concealment.

In addition to ordinary people, some people in this group of people also noticed the strangeness of the name of this building and explained to others the origin of the name of the Star Building.

After confirming this, almost everyone was sure that something big would happen during the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony.

For a time, everyone was on extreme alert.

"Shaolin Temple is not with us."

Following the Wudang Sect is the Huashan Sect. In a sense, these two sects have been stepped on by Yue Yuan himself, and they can be regarded as brothers and sisters. Moreover, the Wudang Sect’s original conduct and reputation in the world

It's already good. It's not too surprising that the two factions are close.

Besides, the current head of Huashan cannot be too independent. He has done in-depth research on Confucian classics. He knows very well that in extraordinary times, he must keep a low profile and keep a distance: "It seems that Shaolin Temple has taken the lead before.

Surrendered."

"Master Yue is right."

The one who spoke was Yin Liting. His IQ was still there when he didn't see Ji Xiaofu. Hearing the words of the head of the Huashan Sect, he continued: "Just now I saw that those people from the Buddhist sect have been arranged by the Mingjiao disciples.

They took other positions, and it seems that they are the main people in this heaven-sacrifice ceremony."

Yin Liting was very strange about this arrangement, and even many people found it surprising.

Logically speaking, the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony needs to be handled by professionals who understand etiquette, and Daoism is usually indispensable in this process, but this time the Mingjiao's handling method was extremely outrageous.

They excluded Taoism and made vigorous use of people from Buddhism.

Could it be that the Buddhists, under the leadership of the successor Cihang Jingzhai, made some shady deal with the Mingjiao?

For a time, people from several sects were muttering and expressing their dissatisfaction with Buddhism.

In fact, even if Mingjiao did not develop and grow, many sects were very impatient with Buddhism. Apart from this reason, Buddhism became more domineering in troubled times.

"But this Star Building..."

"Hush! Be careful!"

Led by the disciples of the Ming Cult, a group of people quickly climbed the stairs and arrived at the top of the Star-Zhaing Tower.

This is a large, open area.

The Star Building is not a straight-line building. It is not a regular building with the same size from top to bottom. Instead, it is slightly thinner in the middle and much larger at the top and bottom.

When a crowd of people watching the ceremony stepped onto the roof, they couldn't help but be surprised.

big.

open.

It's comparable to a small square.

When you reach the top, you can also see the red satin hanging on the pillars standing on both sides, making a whistling sound in the breeze.

On both sides, standing on the left and right, corresponding seats have been arranged, and fruits, drinks and other things are placed on them.

This layout has the feeling of having a state banquet in the court hall.

After arriving at the arranged seats and sitting down, Song Yuanqiao and others looked in other directions. Apart from the senior Mingjiao officials and their families sitting in the opposite seats, the others were those given to the little princess by Yuan Ting this time.

The dowry family members. Among them, especially Wang Baobao, who had a good reputation on the battlefield.

He was sitting there alone, his face almost so cold that ice shards could fall off.

Of course, there are also Yan Jing'an, the descendant of Cihang Jingzhai, and the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple who are sitting opposite.

While Song Yuanqiao was observing this, Yin Liting kept looking for Ji Xiaofu's figure with his eyes.

After scanning around, Song Yuanqiao finally turned his gaze towards Yue Yuan, the leader of the Ming Cult who was sitting at the highest point on the somewhat exaggerated chair.

Lazy.

self.

A calm one.

Ever since we first met him at Wudang Mountain, and now when he meets Song Yuanqiao, he feels that Yue Yuan is becoming more and more unfathomable.

The time of burning incense passed quickly, and basically all the people who were qualified to receive gifts on the star-picking tower also arrived.

When Tu Tuan Zhang Zhong stepped forward and said something in Yue Yuan's ear, Yue Yuan's slightly narrowed eyes finally opened.

It was as black as ink, like a bottomless pool.

"Since it's rare for everyone to give me a face, come to Guangming Ding to pay homage."

"I am very happy."
To be continued...