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

Danqing was still racking his brains to think about how to get in touch with Yan Mu and how to give him the antidote pill, but at this moment Yan Mu climbed over the wall and came out.

Danqing was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly ran forward, "Your Highness, how did you know I was waiting outside?"

Yan Mu was indeed a little surprised to see that it was Danqing, but after thinking about it, it made sense.Danqing is Lu Changan's follower, and Liu Yunxiang must have learned a lot about the Witch Temple from him.

"Now that she knows that I have entered the Witch Temple, she will find a way to find this place, and then send someone to pick me up."

This is a tacit understanding unique to them as husband and wife.

Danqing scratched his head, not understanding this tacit understanding, but he quickly gave Yan Mu the detoxification pill Liu Yunxiang gave him.

"How did she get this antidote pill?"

You must know that he has worked hard to gain the saint's trust, but he has not yet obtained the antidote pill.

"My queen said it was left behind by my prince."

"Left by Lu Changan?"

"Yes."

Yan Mu sighed deeply, feeling the powerlessness of Lu Changan who wanted to eradicate the Witch Temple, but had to take care of the overall situation.

This man, many times, he had to admire.

"Tomorrow is the sacrificial ceremony. You should follow my instructions."

The next day, there was a sacrificial ceremony at the Shaman Temple.

Compared with the high platform of a house in the Witch Temple, Hongxuan's place is really simple, with only a few wooden boxes used to build a platform.Although he was making a fuss by playing with mahogany swords and burning talismans, there were not many people in front of the stage.

On the other hand, over there, the statue of the Witch God, surrounded by white and gray robes, came up to the high platform and landed on Xuanwu's back.

Thousands of people looked up eagerly, with piety and expectation in their eyes.

As the white robes and gray robes sat cross-legged on the high platform to protect the Dharma, the common people also sat cross-legged, crossed their hands, and silently recited the witch god's mantra.

This shows the influence of the Witch God in Panlong City, and the Taoism that has been passed down through the ages is really not worth mentioning here.

Hongxuan did a whole trick, and finally looked up to the sky and prayed for rain.Then, he retreated to Liu Yunxiang and clicked his tongue.

"I was jumping up and down there and shouting. Those who knew I was opening the altar to pray for rain, but those who didn't know thought I was crazy."

Liu Yunxiang smiled, "I'm just showing off, and you'll be the center of attention later."

"They obviously believe more in the witch god."

"The people will believe whoever asks for rain."

As he spoke, Liu Yunxiang raised his head and looked up at the sky. Dark clouds were rolling in, and the damp wind was blowing fiercely. It really looked like it was going to rain.

But this kind of weather actually happens often, but in Panlong City, it has not rained for more than a year.

"Are your calculations accurate? Will it really rain today?" Liu Yunxiang couldn't help but ask.

"You don't believe in poverty?"

"If anything happens, there will be big trouble."

Hongxuan faced the wind, closed his eyes, breathed slowly, then looked at the dark clouds in the sky, and said, "It will definitely rain in an hour."

Hearing what Hongxuan said, Liu Yunxiang felt relieved a little, and then she looked towards the high platform in the distance. A saint in red robes came up surrounded by several white robes.

She stood in front of the stage, and all the people in white robes and gray robes saluted her. She raised her hand, and everyone stood up.

"Do all the believers know that the Witch God was a woman before he ascended to God?" she asked standing on the stage.

"I know." The following responded in unison.The saint nodded, "The Witch God is compassionate and sacrifices herself to save all sentient beings. She is the god of our Xizhou. After all, she will always protect our Xizhou."

"God of Xizhou! God of Xizhou!" the people shouted.

"Last year, some people's selfishness offended the Witch God, causing Panlong City to suffer from drought and no harvest. Today we need to use our pious hearts to move the Witch God and ask her to calm down and bring rain to Panlong City."

"Rain! Rain!"

"The Witch God tolerates all things, so he will naturally forgive Panlong City, as long as today's sacrifice can go smoothly."

"Those who offer sacrifices indiscriminately are the public enemies of Panlong City!"

One person shouted, and other people followed suit.

The saint raised her hand with satisfaction and announced: "The sacrificial ceremony has begun!"

The people in white robes and gray robes stood up and chanted sutras around the high platform. The people also followed, joining their hands and chanting sutras devoutly. The sound came over them like a sea wave.

Hongxuan listened carefully and curled his lips and said: "Why is the heaven and earth so big and everything is empty? I think they went through Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, picked out one sentence from one thing and copied one sentence from the other, and it became the so-called Bible of the Witch God."

Liu Yunxiang raised his chin at Hongxuan, "You start too."

There was not a single believer in front of Hongxuan's stage. He sighed deeply and continued to sing a one-man show.

Over there, Yan Mu had already changed into a white robe, and together with these believers, he transported thirty children to the sacrificial altar.

There is a hollow under the sacrificial altar, which is very large and can accommodate hundreds of people.

Thirty children lay on the ground side by side. White robes and gray robes sat around and chanted sutras for them to be saved.

Yan Mu was also sitting among them. He looked at the child in front of him. His breathing was extremely weak, his face was purple, and his body was stiff. If he didn't look carefully, he looked like a dead body.

After reciting sutras, these men in white and gray robes bent down, touched the children's faces with their hands, and finally kissed them on the forehead.

"You are all lucky ones. The Witch God chose you to become the Holy Son. Since then, you have ascended to become gods and escaped from the eight sufferings and eight difficulties."

A man in white robe said, looking at these children, his eyes were full of love.Then she walked up to a child and bent down again to caress the child's face, showing a little reluctance.

Another man in white robe comforted him: "He is no longer your son, but the noble Son of God. You should feel honored for him."

Yan Mu was secretly shocked that this child was actually the son of the white robe. She really believed in these lies and actually sent her son here.

It jumped up and banged on the wooden board above its head.

Baipao brought many small buckets and gave each person one.Yan Mu also got one. He looked down and saw that there was another knife in the bucket.

"Let the blood of these children flow into the barrel, remember not a drop is left, and then pour the blood in your hands into the blood hole behind Xuanwu, so that the Witch God can enjoy it, and can take away the souls of these children and take them to ascend. .”

The white robe gave the instructions, then took out the short knife in the bucket, picked up the wrist of the child in front of him, and was about to cut it.

And the others followed suit and picked up their knives.

At this moment, Danqing rushed in with someone.

On the high platform, the saint sat cross-legged in front of the tall shaman statue. Everyone was surrounding her. Everyone regarded her as a god and showed awe.

As the ceremony continued, believers in white robes came onto the stage carrying buckets of bright red blood and poured the blood into the blood hole on Xuanwu's back.

The saintly girl's starry eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement, as if it was not the Witch God who was enjoying the blood, but her.

She looked at the sky again. As long as she waited a little longer, she could cast a spell to make it rain.

At this time, white smoke suddenly appeared from under the high platform, as if something was burning. (End of chapter)