She stood in the Temple of Light, looking at the front floor of Taoshan under her feet with her hands behind her back, watching Chen Pipi sucking the tantrums and making trouble, and watching him pretend to untie his belt, she didn't find it funny, she just felt it was a little ridiculous.

She remembered who Chen Pipi was. She had seen him many times in Chang'an City and cooked noodles for him. His body was covered with the purest blood. Although she had lived in an unrespectful place like academy for many years,

Deep down, I still have faith in myself, and naturally I have doubts.

Standing by the forest of Taoshan Foreground were the teachers and students of Tianyu Academy, and dozens of inconspicuous servants, Ning Que stood in the crowd and watched the farce staged at the altar, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

That night, Ye Hongyu let him leave the Temple of Judgment, which shows that some possibility exists. With Ye Su's relationship, she should at least remain neutral today. However, she is the high-ranking God of Judgment, and is being taken by you, a fat man.

Tens of thousands of people said that you were all seen by you when you were a child. Can you still tolerate it?

There are many people who are as worried as Ning Que, including the head and deputy director of the Tianyu Academy who presided over the Light Festival. Everyone in the temple knew how the terrifying and murderous existence of the throne of the gods was. If she was really angry with Chen Pipi,

What should I do if I kill him before the sacrificial ceremony begins?

The president of the Tianyu Academy did not dare to look at the Judgment God Chariot, and directly ordered the Xiling Divine Guard to press Chen Pipi on the altar. With the approval of the head sect, the sacrificial ceremony was started as quickly as possible.

During the sacrificial ceremony, the temple did not promulgate the crime of Chen Pipi, but started directly. The president of Tianyu Academy held a silk scroll made of gold and read the Fengtian chapter in the Xiling Buddhist scriptures. This Fengtian chapter mainly tells the story of Haotianze.

Being the great merits of the world has always been regarded as the most important chapter in the three holy chapters.

The Book of Consecration and Heaven is the official sacrificial text of today's Light Festival.

The dean read the sacrificial text calmly and sincerely with a pious attitude. Every time he reads a sentence, the teachers and students of Tianyu Academy will repeat it, and the voice is very neat and harmonious.

I don’t know if there is a priest who is commanding or purely self-consciousness, but tens of thousands of believers began to repeat the sacrifices of the dean of the Tianyu Academy, just like the teachers and students of the Tianyu Academy.

The chant and sacrifice became more and more neat and louder, just like the waves on the sea, one wave higher than another, but the waves maintained a perfect distance between the waves, gradually resounding across Taoshan, as if to let the high sky hear it.

Chen Pipi sat on the altar of Baishi and picked up the bowl of clear water that had been placed on the ground in his hand. Unfortunately, he failed to anger Ye Hongyu to kill him. He wanted to drink water to moisten his throat. Suddenly, he heard it like a wave.

The chanting sound came from Taoshan Siye, and the right hand holding the bowl couldn't help but froze slightly.

He was born in Taoism and memorized the Xiling Book in his childhood. He knew that this article of Fengtian was very long. Now the people in the temple just read the first two paragraphs, which were full of believers' awe and love for Haotian. The next paragraph

Then it will turn to the description of the merits of Haotian to the human world.

His body was slightly stiff, not because he subconsciously wanted to finish the sacrificial article with tens of thousands of people, but because he felt an indescribable pressure from the sacrificial sounds like waves.

It is an absolutely pure power, an absolutely lofty state, and should not belong to the world at all.

This pressure did not come from the pious and neat chant of tens of thousands of believers, but was summoned from the sky by the chant of believers. In other words, this pressure came from the sky.

Chen Pipi looked up at the sky and saw that the light autumn day, which had become even more dazzling, became more dazzling. Countless rays of light fell on the white stone altar and fell on him. The light contained absolutely pure power and absolute height.

This is the pressure he felt.

The pressure seemed to press him into the altar of Baishi. He was already sitting on the altar, and at this time he even felt that his buttocks were about to be connected to the slightly hot white stones.

His face turned pale, his eyebrows were slightly frowning, and the bowl in his hand was shining with light, and the sound of the bang was shattered into powder, and the water in the bowl sprinkled all over him.

Faced with the pressure from the sky, humans subconsciously surrender or dodge. Chen Pipi didn't want to surrender. He wanted to avoid it, but he found that he could no longer move. Even the posture of maintaining a look up at the sky was like this.

Difficulty, unbearable pain in the neck.

He felt that the ban on the snow-capped mountains and sea of ​​qi in his body suddenly loosened, but he had no joy, because this was not a sign of recovery but the beginning of the melting snow-capped mountains and flooding the sea of ​​qi.

The Qihai of Snow Mountain was sealed into a useless person, but he was still happy because he had seen how Ning Que embarked on the path of cultivation. Since Ning Que moved, why can't he be a peerless genius? He firmly believed that he could rebuild the Qihai of Snow Mountain until

At this time, he realized that all thoughts under Haotian were delusions.

Chen Pipi maintained a look at the sky, watching the light becoming more and more prosperous in the autumn sky, and watching the light falling on him become more and more dense. Although he didn't know what the final part of the Light Festival was, he had a vague intuition.

, you will eventually melt in this sky and sue others.

Ning Que kept watching in the crowd. His eyes passed through the shoulders of the servants and fell on the white stone altar. The holy light reflected in his black eyes, changing constantly. He was very familiar with the brilliance of Haotian and knew that it was a chant of the sacrificial text.

At the moment when the reading is over, the thousands of lights falling on the white stone altar will become the purest divine light of Haotian, which is what the believers call the holy fire, and Chen Pipi will become a blue smoke in the divine light.

Since he saw the scene in the stone window between the cliffs, he has been thinking about how to rescue Chen Pipi. He can't see that guy really burned to death by her, but he can't think of any good way, he must wait for three

The change mentioned by the senior sister, however, is almost dead now, and the change has not yet appeared. He cannot continue to wait, so he took a deep breath and prepared to take action.

Breathing is sound, especially a magic master like Ning Que who exerted all his strength to the previous breath, and it whistled like an autumn wind passing through the forest.

The servant in front of him was also the priest Mo Li, the deputy director of the Tianyu Academy, who was a little far away, and he vaguely felt that he had heard some sound. However, before they could react, they were attracted by another sound.

Ning Que also heard the sound, so he lost his breath at the fastest speed, hunched his back slightly, and turned back to the extremely inconspicuous servant in the crowd.

The sound came from the periphery of Taoshan foreground. Some people were also reciting the Fengtian chapter of the Scriptures. It was almost exactly the same as the verses of the priests and tens of thousands of believers in the Xiling Temple. Even the tone fluctuations in it were no different, only in some paragraphs.

There are some very slight differences in the word sentences.

However, the slight differences in words made the sound of the chant and sacrifice very harshly, just like a perfect and all-music music, suddenly a crisp sound of bamboo tying.

The voice continued to read the tribute in peace. It was getting closer and closer to Taoshan. The neat and pious tributes of tens of thousands of people were immediately disrupted. The believers kneeling on the ground looked back in shock.

The solemn and solemn chanting sound became much smaller, leaving only the teachers and students of the Tianyu Academy and the priests of the temples still insisting, and they were still fighting against the chanting sound coming from the foot of Taoshan Mountain.

A group of people walked up the mountain, including old and young, men and women, wearing hats and dark skin, looking like fishermen by the sea, but wearing extremely noble red robes.

These dozen red-clothed priests like fishermen walked slowly in line, with extremely uniform rhythms under their feet. If you look from the front, you can only see the old man in front.

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

These dozen people came outside the front plaza of Taoshan. The clear light gradually appeared, and the first formation of Taoshan appeared. However, the old man in the lead did not stop and continued to move forward without expression. Even the voice of Song Ji was

There was no stop, and the words and sentences in the Fengtian chapter of the teachings kept ringing.

The clear light gradually appeared and then gradually subsided, and there was no power at all. The dozen red-clothed priests who looked like fishermen walked up to the front floor of Taoshan, chasing dozens of cavalry and escorts who came here, and those who rushed to the emergency

The Xiling Divine Guard, who had arrived, looked at this scene and didn't know what to do.

The red robes of these people are real, and the temple produces cannot be forged. More importantly, even the Qingguang Array that guards Taoshan recognizes the identities of these people, and only truly devoutly respecting Haotian and possesses the pure bloodline of Taoism.

The priest can pass through the Qingguang Array so easily.

Tens of thousands of believers on the front floor of Taoshan stood up one after another, then spread out like a tide, giving way to the more than ten people. These people were still walking straight, walking towards Taoshan, with a pious and resolute expression. They worshiped them.

The same one is Haotian, but the path taken by the temple is different.

The president of Tianyu Academy looked at the dozen people who were slowly walking, and his face turned pale. With just one voice, these people suppressed the chants and sacrifices of tens of thousands of believers and countless Xiling priests. Naturally, they did not rely on the realm.

Cultivation depends on the understanding of the sacrificial texts. From this point of view, these people still have an understanding of the Xiling Buddhist scriptures above themselves, and even the head sect’s understanding of the Buddhist scriptures is not necessarily as profound as these people, but only themselves.

I have studied the teaching scriptures all my life and was very clear about the inheritance and changes of the Fengtian Chapter. Why have I never heard of the original text of the Fengtian Chapter like this? Who are these people? Why are they so familiar with the teaching scriptures?

The guests from all walks of life who came to participate in the Light Festival were also surprised. They looked at these strange people, the red robe on their bodies, and guessed their origin and purpose.

The seven thoughts are walking in the Buddhist sect. They have seen many old secrets in the world of cultivation in the Hanging Temple. At this time, they looked at these red-clothed priests who looked like fishermen and frowned and thought of some possibility.

"Does the South China Sea priest actually have a successor?"

These people slowly walked to the Baishi altar, and were still arranged in a straight line, facing the tangerine pie on the altar, and continued to read the Scriptures Fengtian chapters calmly and devoutly.

The chants and sacrifices in the Xiling Temple gradually faded until they were finally unheard of. The thousands of lights falling on the White Stone Altar changed from pressure to pity, and then turned into pity.

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