It was a pile of burning fires, with bronze statues of the great gods hanging. Immediately afterwards, a team of neat clergymen came out, all wearing short-sleeved green jackets, and each of them had a blow on their backs.
Bronze ware.
The high priest waved his hand and everyone immediately attacked the sacrificial instruments in an orderly manner. It was like a storm. The huge fire, the flames of ascension to the sky, and such powerful sacrificial instruments almost resounded over the entire Pingcheng.
Religion is a huge weapon to unite people's hearts. At this time, the people of the northern country, facing such a powerful scene, recalled the majesty of the great god, and no one even ordered them to kneel down one after another.
He was so dark that he crawled on the ground, praying to all things in the world, to the great gods, and to his ancestors.
All the important officials also knelt down, King Jingzhao, King Rencheng, King Dongyang, Yuanhe, and even Yihun... Those who were interested found Yihun and knelt in the last row. They were with him, and
There are several ministers.
He is low-key, but he never gives up any opportunity.
Opportunity for speculation.
After all, he is from the North at heart.
But I don't want to do it too obvious.
He only regarded himself as an ordinary member of the people of the northern country.
He is neither the identity of the prime minister nor any object of win over.
Just with a "pious" mood.
This was a clever way he thought about for several days and nights before he came up with it.
The high priest couldn't help but feel the surprise.
When he looked at the prince, he saw that the prince was still sitting upright on the platform. He saluted, performing the emperor's ritual.
At this time, no one knew what Your Highness was thinking - as if he was no longer alone, but only represented His Majesty. But what about him?
A patrolman came quietly and attached himself to his ear: "Your Highness, you have never kneeled down. He has been standing there, but he has not gone to Beiwudang either."
He waved his hand and the accomplice retreated.
At this time, the Taoist music from Beiwudang came faintly. It was a kind of calming music. Unfortunately, it was completely overwhelmed by the striking music of the temple. It was like a cold rain burying flowers, vaguely, helpless, nothing was left.