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

As smoke rose from the cracks in the floor, it grew thicker and thicker, then the floor began to blacken, then break, and flames emerged.

The saint's eyes widened, "What's going on next?"

Seeing this, a man in white robe next to him hurriedly said: "Let's go quickly, there's a fire down here!"

The people in white robes and gray robes on the stage ran to the bottom of the high platform one after another. Because the steps were too narrow, some simply jumped down.The saint was pulled off the high platform, and when she looked at the statue again, her expression changed drastically.

"The statue! The statue is still up there!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the wooden boards under the statue started to burn and soon collapsed because they could no longer bear the weight of the statue.The statue suddenly fell over, sank, and then hit the people.

The people hurriedly avoided it and watched as the statue fell down and hit the edge of the high platform, with its head and arms broken.

As the statue fell, the blood that had been poured into Xuanwu's back also poured out, like a dike bursting, dyeing a large area red and flowing to the feet of the people.

Because there were so many people, everyone could not avoid it, and many people had blood on their feet.

"Is this human blood?"

Someone had blood on his feet and unluckily rubbed them in a clean place.

"Hey, why doesn't it look like human blood?"

Some people questioned, and others looked at the blood on the ground.

"Yeah, it's too thin, like water mixed with paint."

Everyone was talking about it, and it soon reached the ears of the saint. She was looking at the fire. When she heard this, she lowered her head and looked at the blood on the ground. It seemed to be fake.

The Saint realized something was wrong and quickly asked the white robes and gray robes around her to find those children.

At this moment, Yan Mu led a team of soldiers to escort about thirty children who came forward from behind the high platform. These thirty children had already taken the antidote and woke up.

"It's you! It's you who's causing trouble!" the saint yelled at Yan Mu.

Yan Mu sneered, "You don't think that I really believe in any witch god, do you?"

"You, you deceived the Witch God, you will be punished!"

"Retribution?" Yan Mu opened his hand, "Didn't you say that the Witch God can summon thunder? Then let him rain down one and kill me!"

For a long time, the people watched eagerly, but not a single thunder was heard.

Yan Mu shrugged, "So are there really witch gods among the immortal gods? Or are they just gods created by your witch god sect to trick everyone into believing and mislead everyone?"

Hearing this, the people raised objections one after another.

"After offending the Witch God, it has indeed not rained for more than a year."

"Yes, now everyone would rather believe it or not."

"The Witch God is our last hope."

The people became more and more angry as they talked, feeling that Yan Mu should not disrupt the sacrificial activities.

"Look at these children. They are not dead of illness as the people of the Witch God Sect say, but they are alive. For the so-called sacrifice, they poisoned these children and made them fake death, and then took their blood on the day of the sacrifice. All the time." Yan Mu pointed at the children, "Think again, how many children have been killed by the Witch God Cult in the past 30 years!"

The people looked at the children, and they were indeed standing there alive.

"It turns out that the Witch God Sect has always used living people, or children, as sacrifices."

"Then my eldest brother's child... wasn't he killed by them?" "And my child, three years ago, he got seriously ill for no apparent reason and was taken away by the people of the Witch God Cult after he died."

After realizing it, everyone began to detail the crimes committed by the Wushen Cult.

With a loud noise, the high platform collapsed completely, leaving only a pile of blazing fire.

After the saint was shocked, she pointed at Yan Mu, "You destroyed the statue of the Witch God and destroyed the sacrifice. The Witch God will be furious and will punish Panlong City. It will never rain again in Panlong City, and everyone will starve to death. Everyone must die!”

The saint pointed at everyone, her eyes showing a crazy look.

"You blasphemed the Witch God. This is your fate. It will never rain again. From now on, it will never rain again in Panlong City!"

Hearing her words, the people's faces showed panic.

"If it doesn't rain, the seeds won't germinate, and there will be no harvest next year. What should everyone do?"

"This winter has been difficult, and everyone hopes that the warehouses will be full next year, but without rain, there will be no harvest, and everyone has no hope."

"We are devout to the Witch God. We did not destroy the sacrificial ceremony. It is them who should be punished by the Witch God and cannot implicate us."

Everyone pointed their fingers at King Zhenbei one after another.

"You are a noble man. If you are not afraid of hunger, you don't care about the life or death of our people."

"Get rid of him and let's continue the sacrificial ceremony!"

"Yes, we must continue and ask the Witch God for forgiveness!"

Everyone wanted to coax Yan Mu away, and Yan Mu frowned.

"Continue the sacrifice, do you want to kill these children?"

"Killing thirty of them will save tens of thousands of people in Panlong City, so it's worth it! Besides, they are going to serve the Witch God, which is a blessing for them!"

"Yes, take their blood, offer it to the Witch God, and ask the Witch God not to be angry!"

Seeing that the people were trying to come up, Yan Mu hurriedly asked Danqing to lead the soldiers to protect the children.At this time, Hongxuan, who was not far from here, was still opening the altar. With a bang, some people saw it and quickly spread the word, and everyone looked over.

But at this moment, the talisman paper was burned out, and Hongxuan's sword pointed to the sky. Under his blaring spell, there was a sudden thunderous explosion.

The people were surprised but not surprised by this thunder. After all, in the past period, Panlong City had often heard thunder but no rain.

Yan Mu shouted to everyone: "The person who prays for rain over there is Taoist Hongxuan, who is very famous in Shengjing. He is a Taoist master. Because he heard that Panlong City was short of rain and drought, he came specially from Shengjing to pray for rain. Everyone prays for rain.”

But everyone didn't believe what he said, and no one went that way.

"The Taoist priest has been doing this for three days, and today he can ask the Rain God for rain. Whether you believe it or not, you might as well wait until he finishes the ritual to see if the rain can fall."

"To anger the Witch God and question the Witch God, if everyone really believes in him, they will definitely suffer a disaster. There is still a chance to remedy the situation. Let's lift up the statue of the Witch God together, and then offer the blood of these children to the Witch God, hoping that he will still be alive. Have mercy on everyone." The saint shouted anxiously.

"The witch god seems to be very small-minded. He became angry just because he didn't eat the blood of a child a year ago. It hasn't rained for more than a year. Today, the trouble is even bigger. The head and arms of the statue are separated from the body. The sacrificial altar Burn it, will he forgive me?”

"The Witch God is merciful!"

"If you were truly merciful, you would not use human sacrifices."

"you……"

"Shut up." Yan Mu glanced at the saint with sharp eyes, and then glanced at the sky, "The Taoist priest started to pray for rain. Look at the dark clouds, it will rain soon." (End of this chapter) )