After the immortal disappeared

He is not only living in a dream, the Golden Armor and Bronze Man Technique is of great value in reality. He can go to Songyang Mansion to buy the gold or something, and Li Fubo might be able to get him an acquaintance price.

Well, perfect!

He Lingchuan held the jade slip containing the secret scroll of the Bronze Man Technique in his hand, and a large amount of information naturally appeared in his mind, like engravings. Refining bronze figures is a delicate work, and there is no room for error. Fortunately, although this learning method cannot make him understand everything immediately, it at least ensures that his memory will not go wrong.

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After walking out of Pengcheng Department, the two set off for the God Advent Platform.

The place where Zhong Shengguang paid his respects to the gods was not in the city, but in the northwest highland five miles behind Panlong City. Usually few people visit there, but now it is full of traffic, all heading for the high ground.

He Lingchuan and Sun Fuling hired a spacious carriage.

Looking around, the travelers on the road are all civilians from Panlong City. Some cannot afford to hire a car and simply walk there.

You know, the dirt roads outside the city are uneven and covered with snow in some places, but they are not as easy to walk as the city roads. What's more, the sky is half dark now, dark clouds are about to fall, and a snowstorm is coming at any time.

However, the surrounding Panlong City residents were walking and chatting, and no one seemed worried about the celestial phenomena.

"It won't snow." Sun Fuling saw him looking at the sky frequently and knew his worries. "Every year on the Tianji Day, the sky is so depressed. Everyone is used to it."

He Lingchuan geared up: "I can finally see Commander Zhong." Counting the duration of this dream, he has been here for several months, but he has not even seen the faces of General Zhong Shengguang and Red General.

He toasted in front of Zhong Shengguang's grave, and also saw the commander who turned into a black dragon, but what did Zhong Shengguang himself look like?

"I'm going to disappoint you." Sun Fuling chuckled, "Master Zhong is not here."

"Huh?" He Lingchuan didn't understand. "He didn't come to his daughter's memorial day?!" What kind of tiger and wolf father is this?

"Lord Zhong will perform sacrifices at home. He said that he is unworthy of his daughter, has no face and is not qualified to host heavenly sacrifices, so Wen Daolun will do it for him."

"Since he is ashamed of his daughter, why doesn't he build a shrine to Zhong Wuhan in the city?" Panlong City has the Mitian Empress Temple, as well as the birth shrines of Zhong Shengguang and General Hong.

Sun Fuling was amused: "How can anyone build a temple for sacrifices?"

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: "So he still regards his daughter as a sacrifice, rather than a hero who saves the people of the city?"

Sun Fuling glanced at him and said leisurely: "Are you sorry for her?"

"Do I count?" He Lingchuan grinned and laughed at himself, "My thoughts are not important." He is still just a patrolman, not even a squad leader.

Soon, the carriage arrived at its destination.

Ahead is the trance platform. There were too many people for the carriage to pass, so everyone got down and walked forward.

Fortunately, the road is not rugged. On the one hand, Panlong City sent people to smooth this mountain road. On the other hand, the God Advent Platform is located on the edge of Chipa Plateau.

The topography of the Chipa Plateau is special. It is dozens of feet higher than the Panlong Wasteland. Looking down from the cliff on the edge of the plateau, there are crisscrossing wolf teeth and dangerous mountains below.

But people on the plateau don't have much trouble walking over.

He Lingchuan walked up with the crowd and realized that the Shenjing Platform itself was a huge platform protruding outwards, hanging alone on the edge of the Chipa Plateau. If you jump below, you will reach the Panlong Wasteland.

Of course, after the body dies, the soul will return to heaven.

When He Lingchuan and the two came to the God Advent Stage, the eight floors inside and outside the place were already crowded with people, but everyone was sitting on the ground with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes. However, if a child dared to make a noise, they would immediately attract the anger of everyone. Parents must shut up immediately, otherwise others will teach their children a lesson for you.

Sun Fuling reminded He Lingchuan on the way here not to be disrespectful to the daughter of the Zhong family on the seance stage. There were strangers who spoke nonsense here and were beaten to death.

It turns out that the heavenly sacrifice ceremony has already begun, and now there is only one voice that can be heard throughout the whole place, and that is the ritual chant that Wen Daolun is reciting.

The 46-word prose is exquisite in word choice.

The voice is calm and measured.

He Lingchuan heard a few words, and the meaning was nothing more than praising Zhong Wuhan for sacrificing his life for his homeland and moving the world with his sincerity. Since ancient times, the sacrificial texts have been filled with flowers, and I wish I could decorate them with flowers. He Lingchuan only heard the part where the gods rained thunder from the sky and took away the sacrifices, and then focused on this site.

This trance platform was originally supposed to be the size of two football fields, but a corner was missing at the front.

The shape of this angle...how to say? It was as if someone had taken a circular plan and cut it out.

Therefore, the outermost side of the trance platform becomes an arc shape, neat and smooth, unlike a natural product.

This huge gap makes the altar made of blue ashlar appear small.

There is an obelisk on the altar, shaped like a sword pointing straight to the sky, but it has no name.

On the offering table in front of the altar, there are pigs, cows and sheep.

For the daughter of a commander to enjoy such offerings was inconsistent with the national etiquette of the Silla Kingdom. But obviously Zhong Shengguang doesn't care, and neither do the people of Panlong City.

What He Lingchuan was thinking about was, why did Zhong Shengguang choose this place to reward God?

Others reward God in secret, hoping that no one will know. But the venue he chose was wide and flat, and could easily accommodate thousands of onlookers.

Apart from the fact that Zhong Shengguang no longer pays attention to the ban of the West Luo Kingdom, besides the fact that he monopolizes power in Panlong City and can even reward the gods openly, are there more political considerations?

For example, let the people of Panlong City witness with their own eyes how much sacrifice the Zhong family has made for the safety of Panlong City and the well-being of every city citizen?

People's hearts and minds need to be won.

If this is true, even if Zhong Shengguang's sadness at losing his beloved daughter is real, it has also been carefully considered.

This is really a heroic figure, even his own pain can be used as a bargaining chip.

Somehow, He Lingchuan suddenly thought of He Chunhua, and then sighed.

Sun Fuling at the side immediately turned her head and looked over, her eyes as bright as water.

She put her finger in front of her lips and continued to point to the sky without making a sound.

The celestial phenomena at this time can be described as turbulent and treacherous. It was not yet ? o'clock (3 o'clock in the afternoon), the sky and the earth were dark, and the wind was strong at the same time. The dark clouds in the sky were so thick that they almost reached the top of the mountain. When everyone looked up, they could see the roaring waves below the clouds, as if the sea was turned upside down and attached to the mountain. On top of the sky.

The civilians lay low and did not dare to breathe.

At this time, Wen Daolun finished reading the sacrificial words, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the golden and red paper with the sacrificial words was swept up into the sky by the strong wind, spontaneously ignited in mid-air, and burned to ashes in a few breaths.

He Lingchuan watched the ashes fly into the clouds and disappear.

Then the sky and the earth became bright, because a bolt of lightning struck down.

He Lingchuan closed his eyes and could only vaguely see its root-like shape, hitting directly under the God Advent Platform.

Then came the second thunder.

This is unreasonable. Shouldn't lightning strike at high places? Why did you ignore the obelisk on the cliff and smash it into the valley?

Probably in response to his question, twenty breaths later, just when he thought everything was over, another thunderbolt fell.

The shape this time is different from before. It is actually a huge circular light pillar, and it hits the gap of the God Advent Platform, making it a perfect fit!

No creature dared to open its eyes, even Wen Daolun, the officiant, turned his head.

The power of God is unstoppable.

After He Lingchuan opened his eyes, he smelled the strong smell of burnt smoke. The dark clouds in mid-air gradually dispersed, and not long after, a ray of sunlight came out through the gap, penetrating high in the sky and focusing on a beam, which happened to hit the trance platform.

The magnificence and solemnity cannot be described in words.

He Lingchuan looked around and saw the civilians of Panlong City prostrate on the ground, muttering something in their mouths. No matter who they were, their expressions were much more pious than before.

The gods still care about this place, who dares to have any doubts?

Wen Daolun walked off the altar and stood aside.

The officiating ceremony has been completed and solemnity is no longer required at the scene. So the common people raised their baskets and came forward to offer the offerings and then bowed respectfully. Those who are particular about this include pressing the child's head and making him kowtow three times.

When the incense was about to burn out, Wen Daolun would go up and offer it again.

The city guards were on the edge to maintain order and everything was in order.

He Lingchuan looked around and saw that most of the offerings from the common people were fruits, vegetables and cakes. In this season of wind and snow, fruits are really not cheap, and good ones are even more expensive.

The life of people in Panlong City is still far from being prosperous.

Some children also put their favorite toys up there.

He Lingchuan even saw a young man taking out flowers from under his coat, peeling off the outer layer of oil paper, and carefully placing them under the obelisk.

The flowers were not crushed, but the delicate petals were instantly covered with a layer of white frost.

As expected, weak things cannot survive in Panlong City.

It was only then that He Lingchuan truly realized the true feelings of Panlong City residents towards the Zhong family.

That doesn't even require verbal revelation.

Those who sacrificed their lives for the lives of the city are worthy of memory and respect no matter what.

Sun Fuling tugged at his sleeves, gave him half of the prepared offerings, and the two of them stepped forward together.

He Lingchuan lowered his head and found that in addition to a few crystal pears, she also brought a box of meat pies.

The box is elegant and has a product name on it, called Wenxiangyi.

This meatloaf is actually a time-honored brand.

There were so many civilians participating in the heavenly ceremony that the offering table could no longer be accommodated, so the fruits were placed around the obelisk.

He Lingchuan put down the offerings, saluted with Sun Fuling, and then walked towards Wen Daolun.

The soldiers behind Wen Daolun immediately stepped forward to stop him.

However, Sun Fuling had already spoken in advance:

"Mr. Wen."

Wen Daolun turned around and said, "Isn't this Xu Shichu's female disciple? Come here, come here."

The soldiers then let him go.

Sun Fuling knew that his time was precious, so he was not polite and said straight to the point: "Mr. Wen, I'm here to ask for a favor."

Wen Daolun was confused: "Favor?"

"Two months ago, you and I were playing chess at Shuqin Academy..."

Wen Daolun immediately said "Ah": "Okay, okay, I remembered it, please tell me."

"This friend of mine was killed by someone and brought disaster. I would like to ask Mr. Wen to show him a clear path." Sun Fuling pointed to He Lingchuan, who immediately crossed his hands as a gift and said, "Please Mr. Wen to clear up his doubts."