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All the way back to the shrine mansion, after exchanging with his physical avatar, Bai Qiuran lay down on the bed and fell asleep. He had nothing to say all night. When the sky was only slightly bright in the morning of the next day, two people in the fifth floor of the refining period The priest from Shangxuan Kingdom walked in and brought him to the courtyard of the priest's mansion.
There were many other children in the yard, Bai Qiuran counted them, and there happened to be one hundred boys and one hundred girls, a total of two hundred children.
He didn't know where the officials found so many children. He could only say that under the pressure of the emperor and the national teacher, the efficiency of these guys who usually ate their meals in the corpses was really not to be said.
After staying in the yard for a while, Sima Yingbo, the first-class priest, appeared in front of the children with other offerings. This young and handsome priest spoke to the children about the standing position in the ceremony, After instructing them not to run around and asking all the priests to watch carefully, he directed everyone to set off to the imperial mausoleum.
Walking out of the enshrinement mansion, a row of carriages had already formed a long queue on the avenue in front of the enshrinement mansion, accompanied by cavalry from the Shangxuan Kingdom, and two hundred boys and girls were brought by the enshrinement, and got into the carriage. Then the mighty team rushed to the imperial mausoleum ahead of the emperor.
According to the rules, the emperor of Shangxuan Kingdom should set off at about 7:00 am and arrive at the imperial mausoleum at 9:00 am, and the enshrining mansion must be in time before this, and all the affairs of virgins and priests should be prepared in advance. .
Two hundred boys and girls, under the command of the first-class priest Sima Yingbo, formed a strange shape in front of the altar, which happened to match a certain formation of the Moxiu Blood God Sect.
Not only that, at these points, magic circles are also hidden to restrain these children and prevent them from running around.
And in the process of arranging, Bai Qiuran has been paying attention to Sima Yingbo's demeanor, and seeing that he does not seem to be under control, Bai Qiuran knows it.
So when the first-class priest directed him and several other boys and girls to stand at the front of the formation with a pleasant face, he pretended to be innocent and ignorant, and asked:
"Worshiping uncle, why do we stand like this? I see that other uncles are lined up in two rows beside the avenue?"
While speaking, he tried his best to make his expression more immature and cute, looking up at Sima Yingbo from the bottom up.
"Well……"
There seemed to be a trace of hesitation on Sima Yingbo's face, and then he showed a kind smile, and while stroking Bai Qiuran's head, he said with a smile:
"I don't know either. This is the way of standing passed down by the people above, and we all have to listen to them."
"Do you even want to listen to uncle?"
Bai Qiuran continued to ask:
"Is that what His Majesty the Emperor or the National Teacher said?"
"alright."
Sima Yingbo avoided answering, and pushed Bai Qiuran to the designated position to stand still.
"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 showed a sneer on his face.
Since I feel ashamed of being a minion for a tiger, why did I do such a thing in the first place?
He squinted his eyes, and when he saw a few priests looking at him, he restrained his expression, and waited for the start of the ceremony of worshiping heaven wholeheartedly.
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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 is covered with bright yellow tents and banners. The team is like a long dragon, stretching for two or three miles.
Tang Ruowei, the eldest princess, was also inside. At this moment, she and her younger brother, the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace of Shangxuan Kingdom, were lined up on the left and right of Emperor Shangxuan, following the emperor and the national teacher, leading the team towards the imperial mausoleum.
The eldest princess looked serious today, her eyes flickered, she seemed to be in a bad mood, and she seemed to be thinking and worrying about something. She followed the emperor of Shangxuan Kingdom and the national teacher, and under the guidance of Sima Yingbo, she bypassed the group of boys and girls. The array came to the altar.
A dark cloud floated over, covering part of the sunlight, making the sky a little gloomy, but Emperor Shangxuan and the national teacher didn't care, and continued to perform on stage.
Before and after the prepared altar, the national teacher lit three sticks of incense, and there was little smoke, while Emperor Shangxuan turned to face the officials and soldiers under the altar.
"It has been 1,200 years since the founding of my Shangxuan Kingdom. Emperor Meng Xian has a spirit in the sky, protecting my Shangxuan Kingdom from prosperity to this day. Now the Shangxuan Kingdom is in chaos and the people are suffering. forThe emperor, who regards the people as his sons, sees his sons being devoured by monsters, and his heart is miserable. Therefore, today I go to the mausoleum to worship the sky, and I hope that all the late emperors will have spirits in the sky, and bless me to go up to the Xuan Dynasty forever and prosper for a hundred generations. "
After finishing this paragraph, the emperor paused temporarily. He took the three sticks of incense from the imperial teacher, bowed in front of the imperial mausoleum, and then inserted it into the big tripod in front of the imperial mausoleum.
"Now, the sacrifice to heaven begins, and 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 come out of the mausoleum!"
"Take raw blood to comfort the ancestors."
The national teacher also echoed at this moment:
"Minister Fu Qianqiu, respectfully invite the late emperor to come out of the mausoleum!"
"etc!"
Tang Ruowei, who was standing aside, said in surprise:
"Father, Imperial Teacher, what are you talking about?!"
But no one paid attention to her. Tang Ruowei looked around and found that her father, imperial teacher, younger brother, and the generals, soldiers and officials in the audience all had dull expressions on their faces.
"This is how the same thing?"
"His Royal Highness, please be calm."
At this time, the first-class priest Sima Yingbo led a group of priests up the altar, came to the imperial mausoleum, and said to Tang Ruowei:
"The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven 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 all the offerings:
"All disciples are respectfully invited, and the master is coming out of the mausoleum!"
"Respectfully invite Master to come out of the mausoleum!"
As the voice fell, dark clouds surged in the sky, completely covering the sunlight, and a purple thunderbolt fell from the sky, splitting the Mausoleum of Emperor Shangxuan in two.
A mist of blood visible to the naked eye gushed out from the opening of the imperial tomb, and then, amidst a burst of wild laughter, a figure in a yellow robe stepped out from the imperial tomb.
"Shangxuan! I'm back!"
This figure walked out of the blood fog and came to the outside of the mausoleum. It turned out to be a young and strange black-haired boy. He walked to the middle of the two rows of worship.
Sima Yingbo and other priests buried their heads lower, while Tang Ruowei stared at the young man and froze in place.
"Ancestor Zhenzong."
She compared the portraits she had seen in the ancestral hall, swallowed, 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 bowed her head in silence, 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 her head, smiled and whispered to herself:
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