All the way back to the worship house, and after exchanging with his physical avatar, Bai Qiuran lay on the bed and slept, without a word, until the next morning, when the sky was only slightly bright, the two people on the fifth floor of the Qi refining period. The Shangxuan Kingdom worshiper walked in and took him to the courtyard of the worship house.
There were many other children in the yard, Bai Qiuran counted them, and there were exactly one hundred boys and one hundred girls, a total of two hundred children.
He didn't know where the officials found so many children, but he could only say that under the pressure of the emperor and the national teacher, the efficiency of these corpses who normally ate vegetarian meals was really unbelievable.
After staying in the courtyard for a while, as soon as Sima Yingbo was enshrined, he showed up in front of the children with other offerings. The young and handsome enshrined talked to the children about the question of standing at the ceremony. He also instructed them not to run around, and after asking everyone to take a good look at it, he instructed everyone to set off and head to the imperial mausoleum.
Walking out of the worship house, a row of carriages had already formed a long dragon on the avenue in front of the gate of the worship house, and there were cavalrymen from the Shangxuan Kingdom escorting them. Then the mighty team rushed to the imperial mausoleum ahead of the emperor.
According to the rules, the emperor of the Shangxuan Kingdom would set off at 7:00 am and arrive at the imperial mausoleum at 9:00 am, and the enshrined palace had to rush before this time, and prepare the affairs of the virgins and sacrifices in advance. .
Two hundred boys and girls, under the command of the first-class worshiper Sima Yingbo, lined up in a strange shape in front of the altar, which just matched a certain formation of the Demon Cultivator of Blood God Sect.
Not only that, but at these points, magic circles are hidden to restrain these children and prevent them from running around.
During the arrangement process, Bai Qiuran had been paying attention to Sima Yingbo's demeanor. After seeing that he did not seem to be under control, Bai Qiuran knew it.
So when the worshippers graciously instructed him and several other boys and girls to stand in front of the array, he pretended to be innocent and ignorant and asked:
"Uncle worship, why do we stand like this? I see other uncles are lined up in two rows next to the avenue?"
While speaking, he tried his best to make his demeanor more tender and cute, looking up at Sima Yingbo from the bottom up.
"Uh… "
There seemed to be a hint of hesitation on Sima Yingbo's face, and then he showed a kind smile, while touching Bai Qiuran's head, he smiled:
"I don't know either. These are the standing methods passed down by the people above, and we all have to listen to them."
"Do you even want to listen to your uncle?"
Bai Qiuran continued to ask:
"Is that what His Majesty the Emperor or the National Teacher said?"
"All right."
Sima Yingbo avoided answering and pushed Bai Qiuran to the designated position to stand.
"Don't talk for a while, the ceremony will be over soon."
Bai Qiuran pretended to be obedient, stood on the spot, turned his head away, and then sneered on his face.
Since I feel ashamed for being a tiger, why should I do such a thing in the first place
He squinted his eyes, and when he saw a few worshipers looking at him, he withdrew his expression and concentratedly waited for the start of the ceremony.
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When the sun rose high in the sky, the emperor's team finally arrived.
Looking from a distance, the team outside the imperial mausoleum, with bright yellow tents and flags, stretches like a long dragon for two or three miles.
Tang Ruowei, who was the eldest princess, was also inside. At this moment, she was with her younger brother, the Prince of the East Palace of Shangxuan Kingdom. They were placed next to the Emperor Shangxuan, followed by the emperor and the national teacher, and came to the imperial mausoleum with the team.
The eldest princess looked serious today, her eyes flickered, she didn't seem to be in a good mood, and she seemed to be still thinking and worrying about something. She followed the emperor of the Shangxuan Kingdom and the national teacher, and under the guidance of Sima Yingbo, bypassed the boys and girls to form a group. The array came to the altar.
A dark cloud floated over, covering part of the sunlight, making the sky a little gloomy, but the Emperor Shangxuan and the national teacher didn't care and continued on stage.
Before and after arriving at the prepared altar, the national teacher lit three-pillar incense, and there was little green smoke, while Emperor Shangxuan turned to face the officials and soldiers under the altar.
"Since the founding of my Shangxuan country, it has gone through 1,200 years. The first emperor has a spirit in the sky, and he has protected my Shangxuan country. As an emperor, I regard the people as my sons, and when I see my sons being swallowed by demons, my heart is unbearably miserable. Therefore, I am going to the mausoleum to worship the sky today.
After saying this, the emperor stopped for a while, he took the three-pillar incense handed by the national teacher, bowed to the imperial mausoleum, and then inserted it into the big cauldron in front of the imperial mausoleum.
"Now, the sacrifice to heaven begins, I announce..."
Emperor Shangxuan suddenly paused strangely, and then said:
"All officers and men, take the blood of two hundred boys and girls, and respectfully invite the ancestors to leave the mausoleum!"
"Take the blood to comfort the ancestors."
The national teacher also echoed at the moment:
"Chen Fu Qianqiu, I respectfully invite... the first emperor to leave the mausoleum!"
"etc!"
Tang Ruowei, who was standing aside, said in shock:
"Father, national teacher, what are you talking about?!"
But no one paid attention to her, Tang Ruowei looked left and right, and found that her father, the national teacher, the younger brother, as well as the generals, soldiers and officials in the audience all had dull expressions on their faces.
"This is how the same thing?"
"Your Highness, please be patient."
At this time, the first-class worshiper Sima Yingbo walked up to the altar with a group of worshipers, came to the imperial mausoleum, and said to Tang Ruowei:
"The ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens is about to begin, please meet your ancestors."
"Sima Yingbo?"
Tang Ruowei was shocked and angry.
"you!"
Sima Yingbo ignored her, but bowed to the imperial mausoleum with a group of worshippers:
"All the disciples respectfully invite the master to leave the mausoleum!"
"Respectfully invite Master to come out of the mausoleum!"
As soon as the voice fell, dark clouds surged in the sky, completely obscuring the sunlight, and a purple thunderbolt fell from the sky, directly splitting the Shangxuan Emperor Mausoleum in half.
A blood mist visible to the naked eye gushed out from the crack in the imperial tomb, and then, in a burst of wild laughter, a figure dressed in a yellow robe of the Xuanxuan stepped out from the imperial tomb.
"Shangxuan! I'm back!"
This figure walked out of the blood mist and came to the outside of the mausoleum. It turned out to be a black-haired boy who was born young and evil. He paced to the middle of the two rows of worshippers.
Sima Yingbo and the other worshipers buried their heads even lower, while Tang Ruowei looked at the young man and froze in place.
"Ancestor True Sect."
She compared the portraits she had seen in the ancestral hall, swallowed her saliva, and said with difficulty:
"Emperor Wu Tang Zhouxie."
"Yes, my child."
A sneer appeared on the young man's face.
"Are you happy to see me?"
Tang Ruowei lowered her head and said nothing, Tang Zhouxie smiled even more happily.
But what he didn't know was that among the two hundred boys and girls below, there was a little boy with a brighter smile than him.
"Happy, of course happy."
Bai Qiuran lowered his head, smiled and whispered to himself:
"You were finally caught by me, demon heretic."