Chaos on the temples: You can't escape if you provoke treacherous ministers

Yan Mu went deep into the Witch Temple, but he didn't know if he had gained the saint's trust.Liu Yunxiang thought for a moment, then called Danqing to him and asked if he would be willing to help them.

Danqing knelt down on one knee and said, "The annihilation of the Witch Temple is the prince's last wish, and I am willing to fulfill it for him."

Liu Yunxiang nodded, "Okay, I need you to take people to meet King Zhenbei, follow his command, and expose the conspiracy of the Witch Temple."

How to implement it specifically? After Hongxuan came back from the street, several people discussed it and then acted separately.

Hongxuan continued to hold altars on the street. Even if the people didn't believe it, he still had to go there every day and pretend to be like it.

In the Witch Temple, Yan Mu took an excuse to take a walk in the garden, shook off the gray robe that followed him, and walked around the huge temple.The most important thing for him was to find a place to hide those children, and he had a certain idea.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard where he lived, the saint was already waiting in front of the door.

"My lord, may the scenery in this temple catch your eye?" the saint stepped forward with a smile.

She still wore a veil and a red robe, which made her stand out among the white and gray robes.The corners of her eyes were raised, and she smiled with a bit of charm. When she looked at Yan Mu, her eyes seemed to be dotted with light.

However, under this joy, there is also a bit of doubt.

Yan Mu clicked his tongue and said: "The construction of this temple is very strange. It was obviously the same road when I came here, but when I went back, it turned to another place for no reason, causing me to go around several times before I came back."

The saint paused for a moment and said with a smile: "Really? It turns out that His Highness is lost."

"Stop talking and take me to practice as soon as possible." Yan Mu urged the saint to go to the main hall where the statue of the witch god is enshrined. "I have never been able to understand what the divine friendship you mentioned yesterday is about."

The saint shook her head, "We are not practicing today."

"Then what?"

"My lord, do you want to become a follower of the Witch God?"

"Of course I do, and I feel very honored."

"Then Prince, come with me."

The saint walked in front, and Yan Mu followed behind, his eyes brightening.She was willing to take him into the Witch Temple, thinking that she trusted him, but in the end she sent someone to monitor him, not to mention joining the Witch Temple.

In order to make him believe it, Yan Mu deliberately slipped out of the room last night, sneaked into the Scripture Pavilion in front, and peeked at the so-called Bibles.Of course, the person monitoring him saw it and informed the saint of his behavior, making her think that he secretly learned the secrets because he trusted the witch god.From this, she gained a little more trust in him.

As expected, today she mentioned joining the Shaman Temple.

The saint took him to the temple. The so-called witch god enshrined here was a clay statue without a golden body. It was covered with a black robe and had its hair hanging down. It was a statue of a goddess.

The statue has basalt feet and is as solemn as other statues.

After performing the etiquette of the Witch God Cult, the saint took him around to the back. It turned out that there was a hole above Xuanwu's turtle shell. There were black and red marks around the hole, which should be dried blood.

"Let me ask the prince again, are you willing to join the Shaman Temple?" the saint asked again.

Yan Mu nodded, "Yes."

"Okay." The saint took out a knife and handed it to Yan Mu, "Please reach out your left hand, cut a knife in the palm of your hand, and put a few drops of blood on Xuanwu's back. The blood on Xuanwu's back is dedicated to the witch god. The witch god feels When I see your sincerity, I will regard you as my most loyal disciple.”

In front of this woman, Yan Mu couldn't hold back his laughter. This was too childish!
But seeing the serious look on the woman's face, she was indeed not joking. Yan Mu took a deep breath, and the knife in her hand slashed the palm of her hand without hesitation.

The blood flowed out, and he sent it to Xuanwu's back, letting the blood drip into the hole. "Why use human blood to sacrifice to the witch god?" Yan Mu asked.

"The Witch God once used the blood from her body to save people from their illnesses. When the blood flowed in, she also completed her merits and ascended to the status of a god. Because the Witch God nourishes blood, we use human blood in our sacrifices."

Yan Mu lowered his eyes, "The blood of living people is the same as the blood of dead people?"

"Of course it's different."

"But aren't the children used to offer sacrifices to the Witch God every year the children who have died?"

The saint paused for a moment and said, "The prince will know about it later."

Yan Mu was sensible and didn't ask any more questions. He took his hand back and tied the wound with his handkerchief.

"My lord, please go back first, I want to make friends with the witch god." The saint said.

Yan Mu responded and walked out. When he reached the corner, he saw the saint cutting the palm of her hand with a knife, causing the blood from her palm to drip into the blood hole on Wu Xuan's back.After a few drops of this, she sat down cross-legged, crossed her hands, closed her eyes, and looked solemn and pious.

The words about the Witch God were really funny, but she actually seemed to really believe it, and the believers he had seen in the past two days also believed it. They ate the lightest meals, practiced the hardest practices, and then enjoyed it with joy. .

At night, Yan Mu sneaked out of the courtyard where he lived and climbed over the wall, and came to the place where he had seen those children hiding during the day.He climbed over the wall into the courtyard, came under the window, tore off the window paper and looked inside.But there was a big bunk in the house, and a dozen children were lying on it, neatly.There are three rooms here, which means there are about thirty children.

Yan Mu has been looking for the antidote these past two days, but the saint has been wary of him and he hasn't found it yet.

Tomorrow is the sacrificial ceremony, and the antidote must be found beforehand to save these children.

After confirming this place, Yan Mu was about to leave when two gray robes entered the courtyard carrying lanterns.He hurriedly hid around the corner and saw the two people checking each room one by one.

"Tomorrow is the sacrificial ceremony. We, the believers, sincerely pray to the Witch God for mercy for Panlong City. I hope the Witch God will be satisfied with the sacrifices we have prepared." A gray robe said piously.

Another man in gray robe nodded and sighed: "It hasn't rained for more than a year. The Witch God must have mercy on us, the people of Panlong City."

"By the way, what time will the bloodletting be done tomorrow?"

"We set out at Chenshi to deliver these offerings to the sacrificial platform. At noon, we started the sacrificial ceremony. We asked the witch god to accept the worship of believers and people, and then began to bleed, pouring the blood into Xuanwu's body for the witch god to enjoy."

"Thirty children, how much blood will be needed?"

"This fully shows our sincerity. When the Witch God is no longer angry, it will naturally rain."

The gray robe glanced into the room and said, "These are the children..."

"Thirty children exchange the lives of all the people in Panlong City. This is called righteousness."

"Hey, fortunately they are not children from Panlong City."

Yan Mu narrowed his eyes, he obviously meant murder, but he said it was for justice.These people seemed to be in a daze because they really believed that there was a witch god in this world who could control the wind and rain.

Such people are difficult to deal with. They will fight tooth and nail for the so-called truth without retreating or regretting. They are single-minded.

Yan Mu exited the yard, thought for a moment, and then touched the wall of the backyard. (End of chapter)