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Chapter 64 The Ceremony of Greeting God
"I have already communicated with the monks of the Yuren Tribe. You should stay in the Yuren Tribe for a few days. After the matter is over, someone will send you back to Dayan."

Lu Xuan said.

Hearing his words, all the people of Dayan were very grateful, and after a long time, they left with the Yuren clan.

"The demon king of the Panjiang Kingdom colluded with the barbarians, and he probably has the heart of disobedience, but we don't need to intervene...

As it involves diplomacy between the two parties, this matter should be left to the Yu clan to communicate with. How to deal with it, presumably the king of Panjiang Kingdom has his own ideas in his mind. "

With the help of the power of the temple, the barbarians came to Panjiang Kingdom from the barbarian mainland, intending to collude with the demon king and invade the Yuren tribe.

Although the current crisis has been resolved, it is estimated that the follow-up diplomatic issues will take a while.

Lu Xuan stretched his waist, and let out a foul breath:
"The power of belief of the barbarians is really full of hostility..."

Although it is not impossible to refine it with golden elixir, this kind of barbaric belief is useless and unpalatable, so Lu Xuan spit it out.

At this moment, he let out a soft "Huh", and after a while, Lu Xuan's expression became strange.

"what's wrong?"

Cheng Lingzhu noticed his expression.

"There's a guy who wants to talk to me."

A smile appeared on Lu Xuan's face.

………………

the next day.

There was news among the barbarians that the new barbarian god had awakened, and a ceremony to welcome the gods would be held within the barbarians.

Dayan Dynasty.

Inside the imperial study.

"His Majesty."

An old man in a brocade robe walked quickly into it, raising his hand in salute.

Dayan Emperor Su Yuan, who was critiquing the memorial, put down his pen, and pulled a chair from the side:
"What's the business?"

Shang Xinyu, the prime minister of the Dayan Dynasty, said:

"News came from the south. Our people found out that the revived barbarian god has woken up and will hold a ceremony to welcome the god in three days."

He paused for a moment:
"The veteran thinks that this is not good news for Dayan."

The barbarians advocate sacrifices, and many activities are associated with sacrifices.

At this time, the ceremony of welcoming the gods is held, of course, not just for celebration, but to collect beliefs in the ceremony of welcoming the gods and restore the strength of the wild gods.

After Shang Xinyu learned of the actions of the barbarians, he immediately went to the palace to discuss the matter with Su Yuan.

Su Yuan pondered for a moment, but did not answer immediately, but said:

"Some time ago, the dean of the Sancai Academy wanted to cut down the world's talents, sacrifice the luck of the Confucianism to achieve himself, and when he was about to succeed, the saint appeared, and his merits and virtues fell three thousand feet, to suppress and stop him... Was that the case at that time?"

"It's the same as what His Majesty said."

Although it was strange why His Majesty asked such a question, Shang Xinyu still answered the question.

"Then don't worry."

A smile suddenly appeared on Su Yuan's face, "Master Shang can rest assured, the matter of the barbarians will definitely fail."

"What is the meaning of this, Your Majesty?"

Shang Xinyu was confused.

Su Yuan: "There's no need to worry about this matter, the business is waiting for the good news."

Shang Xinyu: "..."

He felt that His Majesty was a bit of a riddle.

Shang Xinyu knew what the Riddler was.

At the beginning of the founding of the Dayan Dynasty, the etiquette and rules were all modeled after the ancient country of the previous dynasty, and even some bad habits were inherited. The courtiers did not understand what they said, and many meanings had to be guessed by others.

Su Yuan once angrily criticized this trend, scolded several ministers, and called this behavior "riddler", which seriously affected communication and administrative efficiency.

Shang Xinyu knew that when His Majesty was young, he had studied with a different person and learned a lot of knowledge from him, and the word "riddler" must have been included in it.

………………

Three days later.

Barbarian Holy Mountain.

On the huge square, there are many barbarians gathered.

There are twelve big tribes of the barbarians, and they rule the vast land of Nanling. Those who can come to the holy mountain for pilgrimage are all the elites of the tribes.

The square is overcrowded, because the population base is too large, even if only the elites of the tribes are selected, there are tens of thousands of barbarians who come here.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu also came.

But Lu Xuan thought it was too crowded, so he didn't stand with this group of monsters.

On the holy mountain square, there is a huge statue of the gods, with exquisite details and lifelike.

With the aesthetic and artistic ability of the barbarians, it is naturally impossible to carve such high-level statues.

Lu Xuan didn't need to guess, he knew that the artisans must have been kidnapped from the territory of the human race or the monster race, and after they were finished, they ate the master in charge of the sculpture to celebrate the completion of the statue.

At this time, Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu were sitting on top of the statue of the Man God, waiting to watch the excitement.

"Ugh-"

A priest blew a special horn, the sound was thick and reckless, as if from ancient times, with a desolate and chilling aura.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Immediately, a large animal skin drum was struck, and the sound was like thunder, resounding through the sky.

The big drum beat ninety-nine and eighty-one times, but Jiao Wushuang frowned on the high platform in the center of the square.

Because until now, Gu Shan and others have not appeared, and among the four strongest patriarchs of the barbarian tribe, he is the only one who has arrived.

Jiao Wushuang felt a little uneasy, but the time had come, so he could only bite the bullet and walk to the front of the high platform, announcing the official start of the welcome ceremony.

"Moo ho sha, moo ho sha..."

Jiao Wushuang called out the name of the god with an obscure tone, and all the barbarians in the audience spoke one after another and followed him in chanting.

There was a sudden wind all around.

The sky darkened.

It was as if some formless and insubstantial huge existence descended and enveloped the square.

In just a few breaths, the place turned into darkness.

The barbarians raised their heads one after another, day and night alternated, the sun in the sky disappeared, there was no light around them, and they couldn't see their fingers.

In the darkness, there seemed to be horrific beasts lurking, opening their mouths wide, ready to devour them.

The barbarians were afraid and almost fell into the abyss. When they were desperate, there was a light ahead.

On the high platform, a hazy figure quietly emerged.

His body exudes a soft radiance, which is endless. When the barbarians saw him, their hearts settled down.

On His body, the light became brighter and brighter, dispelling the cold darkness, and allowing the light to descend on the earth again.

"Moo ho sha! Moo ho sha!"

I do not know who called the name of God.

Soon, every barbarian in the field began to chant.

The appearance of the barbarian gods just now symbolizes the history of the barbarians. In the ancient times, the barbarian gods created the barbarians and guided them out of confusion and darkness and ushered in the light.

Tens of thousands of barbarian elites looked up at the figure made of light on the high platform, their eyes filled with reverence.

On the square, the atmosphere of the ceremony of welcoming the gods has reached its peak.

At this moment, there was a discordant voice:
"I am a barbarian who fights against the sky and the earth. I have iron bones and a straight spine. Why do I have to worship the barbarian gods?"

Gu Shan, Lu Jiang and Xi Ming led the tribal people towards the high platform.

(End of this chapter)