One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 647: Changes in the Lord's Sacrifice

Under the gaze of the bright moon, a thin mist covered the ground, bells rang and lanterns swayed in the mist.

  Ding!Ding!Ding!

A fox-faced priest wearing a white hunting robe, holding the coffin with the list of the victims of Karakura Town, led a funeral procession consisting of shrine maidens and onmyojis towards the Meiji Shrine, which had been urgently cleaned.

When the leading Onmyoji priest walked past the entrance of Meiji Jingu Shrine, which was shaped like the Chinese character "Meiji Jingu", with its plaque and a three-story-high torii gate, he saw the Meiji Jingu Shrine.

  The Taishan Fujun Festival officially begins.

The priests threw out talismans to clear the way, the priestesses danced to please the gods, the monks in black robes chanted prayers, and the Onmyojis waved the sacred flags.

"He looks like a monk, a Taoist priest, a ghost, and a god. He is neither fish nor fowl."

Xiao Zizai, who was born in Shaolin, curled his lips and gave a harsh comment on the Taishan Fujun Festival of Meiji Jingu Shrine.

This ritual seems like a ceremony to worship the souls of ghosts and also like a ritual to worship gods.

Although in domestic salvation ceremonies, Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun or Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are invited to the altar to save the souls of the dead.

  But that is also related. After offering sacrifices to the gods, one must speak out one's own

But the rituals in front of us are very strange. Some people invite ghosts, while others offer sacrifices to gods.

The spirits of the dead in Karakura Town led by the priests do not seem like the subjects to be liberated or the objects of the ritual. Instead, they are more like sacrifices led by the priests to the altar.

The once upright Taoist rituals became eerie and ghostly, like obscene sacrifices to evil gods.

Wang Wanghu, the descendant of the Lion Club who was in charge of opening the way for the temple fair and welcoming the gods, echoed in agreement: "Your small country has only learned some superficial things and made some strange changes, allowing some demons and monsters to enter the festival."

  Wang Wanghu's pupils widened, like a lion with its head raised and eyes glaring. The so-called gods outside the priest team, and even the so-called ghosts:

"That Abe Seimei is also a great master of Qimen. His modification of the Taishan Fujun Festival is indeed admirable. But in order to open the Luofeng Gate, these people made further modifications based on Abe Seimei's foundation. Unfortunately, their level is not as good as Abe Seimei's, and it is weird."

"I don't like it here."

Clarinet was still twisting his body while sitting in his seat, as if he was worried about getting contaminated by the dirt on the seat.

This is normal. This is Meiji Jingu Shrine. In the inner hall, there are tablets of people who looked like ghosts when they were human.

If it weren't for the purpose of watching the fun, Clarinet would never have come here.

Even if you come, you have to pee before leaving.

Zhang Chulan put down the telescope and whispered to Wang Wanghu and Xiao Zizai, "Boss, please don't say anything. Above us are people from Behemoth and the Fish Dragon Society. The people from the Noh Association are right in front of us. Don't cause an international dispute."

His words expressed his concern about causing diplomatic affairs, but in fact he was reminding Xiao Zizai and Wang Wanghu not to reveal their identities.

At this moment, they were mixed in the group of opera performers and sitting in the viewing seats of Meiji Jingu Shrine. Although Meiji Jingu Shrine was very famous in Karakura Town, it was built in modern times. The big torii at the entrance was made by his grandmother who cut down a thousand-year-old tree from Taiwan Island.

Therefore, there is no shortage of modern facilities such as stands and benches, and wedding and funeral services are also provided here all year round.

They were now on the permanent stands of the Meiji Shrine, and above them with a better view were the invited investigation teams from various countries, including representatives from Nadutong.

In the host position in the center was Joseph Gold, the director of Behemoth, and Ishikawa Nobuyuki, the president of the Fish Dragon Society, whose face was a little green, was accompanying him.

  As for how Baixi Liyuan got the invitation to attend the ceremony?

Of course it was given by the Noh Theater Association. The president of the Noh Theater Association, Yukio Mishima, was really ambitious and was trying to win over people everywhere.

When the Taishan Lord Festival was being prepared, he got the news and sent an invitation to the Baixi Liyuan.

Unfortunately, he seemed unaware of the real purpose of the Taishan Lord Festival, otherwise he would not have invited foreigners here.

The reason why the temporary workers took the risk of being exposed and followed the people from Baixi Liyuan to Meiji Jingu Shrine was for their own mission.

Wang also said that the formation under Karakura Town seemed to be related to spirits and souls, and had some shadows of the ritual of descending gods, so he speculated that the Taishan Mansion Lord Festival would inevitably stimulate this formation.

By then, the specific function of this formation will be clear.

That is why temporary workers joined the team of Baixi Liyuan and watched the fun of Taishan Fujun Festival from close range.

But being an audience is being an audience, don't treat it as today's fun. Wang Wanghu smiled: "Don't worry, little Chulan, nothing will happen. The rituals over there have already disrupted the aura here, and no one can use magic to spy on us here."

Xiao Zizai said: "Not to mention that Behemoth has installed a lot of observation equipment here and will not allow others to install eavesdropping and surveillance equipment."

These data are all precious and can only be held by Behemoth.

Even Ishikawa Nobuto was so focused on the demon sword Hirumaru that he didn't have time to arrange manpower at the Meiji Jingu Shrine.

Otherwise, his face wouldn't have been as green as if Joseph Gold had put a hat on him.

Wang Wanghu looked at Shang Xing with interest: "Besides, isn't Taoist Wang Ye here? No one can hear what we say."

The 'Shang Xing' on the side is not the real Shang Xing, but Wang Ye's transformation.

Both the appearance and the exposed Qi are exactly the same as the real Shang Xing.

Without speaking, even the fellow disciples of Shi Hui and Shang Xing who lived together day and night could not tell the difference between the two.

The instrument that Behemoth placed at the door, which was specifically designed to detect mutants, did not detect any abnormalities.

It is amazing that Fenghou Qimen has such a magical effect. Isn't this the seventy-two transformations that Bodhi Patriarch taught Sun Wukong?

Wang Wanghu was very curious about Wang Ye's Fenghou Qimen.

Wang Wanghu's words had no effect on Zhang Chulan. He said cautiously, "It's better to be careful."

Wang Ye, who had been hiding aside and remained silent, narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "The big one is coming!"

After the fox-faced priest placed the coffin with the name of the deceased from Karakura Town on the table, offerings such as "silver money" and "white silk" made of paper were placed on the table, and a long strip of paper charms with "Kurama" and "Yongnu" painted on them were stuck on the top edge of the table.

The priest who had been reading the petition written in red on yellow paper in his hand threw the last sentence into the bonfire.

Using flames and smoke, send your appeal to the underworld.

This is the most crucial part of the Taishan Lord Festival.

Communicate with the underworld, open the gate to the underworld, invite the Emperor to come, and fulfill your wish.

It can be seen that the people from the Ichthyosaur Society and Behemoth have increased their attention, and so has Nadutong.

However, unlike the people from the Ichthyosaur Society and Behemoth, their focus is not on whether the portal to the underworld is opened or not.

It was the movement in Karakura Town.

Green smoke rises to the sky, drawing star power down to the altar.

Borrowing the power of the stars, knock on the gate of Luofeng.

A cool breeze blew in the dark.

It was clearly a breeze that only made living people feel cool, but it caused hundreds of ghosts who were accidentally touched by the breeze to cry and gods to wail.

In a place not far away, in a blue sky, the sight falls.

Everyone in the venue felt as if a dark cloud was descending on the city, and their heads seemed to be weighed down by a thousand pounds, and they dared not lift them up. The priests and priestesses who presided over the ceremony for the Lord of the Mansion prostrated themselves on the ground, kneeling on the spot.

The Great Emperor of Beiyin Fengdu really came.

And Luo Feng's aura and the emperor's majesty, just as Wang Ye said, triggered the formation of Karakura Town.

Karakura-cho trembled.