To most people, Ji Yue is just a man's favorite with unknown origins and a certain beauty. She is not on the stage with that promiscuous woman.
The ritual of worshiping the heaven must be pious and conscientious. Ji Yue opening the "Qingfeng Sutra" is an insult to the ritual of worshiping the heaven.
Master Jialan looked at Wang Yunhe and others, "All living beings are equal, how can you dictate how we recite the Qingfeng Sutra?"
"Master Jialan, wouldn't it be disrespectful if the Empress didn't open it herself?"
Wang Yunhe asked again.
Master Jialan’s tone was gentle: “Respect and disrespect lie in the heart, not superficially.
His actions are to help the empress, while you are disturbing the independent kings. Your actions are more like disrespectful."
Wang Yunhe did not dare to say anything more in just a few words. Master Jialan was too biased towards the empress.
Master Jialan has a very high prestige in the realm of gods. People in the world have a certain amount of awe in their hearts towards the Buddha. Even if they don't believe in it, they don't dare to be disrespectful.
His words are sometimes more awe-inspiring than the golden words of that great man.
Then, Qingge read one page, and Ji Yue turned the page.
After reciting, the independent masters returned the Bibles one after another, stood up and saluted to all directions.
Master Jialan holds the holy water in his hand to wash away the smoke and filth of the independent lords in the mortal world.
When he came to Qingge again, Qingge couldn't help but ask: "Master, have we met?"
This feeling of déjà vu was so strong that Qingge even thought that she must have met Master Jialan somewhere.
In just a few years, I met countless people and passed by in a hurry. Even though I had a predestined relationship with the Buddha, I only met a few Buddhists.
Qing Ge is sure that those people are not the Master Jialan in front of him.
The other cultivators heard this and sneered, thinking that Qingge was using this to get closer to Master Jialan.
"I've seen it."
Master Jialan’s words are surprising again.
"when?
Where?"
"In my dream."
"..." This is actually what the master of Buddhist rituals said.
Ji Yue suddenly became furious and stared at Buddhist rituals suspiciously, thinking to defend herself against heaven and earth, even the old monk had to guard against it?
Ji Yue's eyes were as sharp as knives as she scrutinized Jialan.
Jiu Ci touched his chin and looked at Master Jialan, narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips slightly.
So he is Master Jialan?
At the foot of Yaozong Mountain, when Qing Ge entered the Wanjin Cauldron, Jiu Ci, who was overly panicked, met him once.
Now when he heard Qing Ge's words, Jiu Ci twitched his brows and looked back and forth at Master Jialan.
Master Jialan must be having an affair with his sister! Jiu Ci finally came to the conclusion.
Jiu Ci glanced at Ji Yue sympathetically, then looked helplessly at Qing Ge, wondering why his sister wouldn't even let go of being a monk.
Jiu Ci quietly walked towards Ji Yue, put his elbow on Ji Yue's shoulder, leaned towards Ji Yue, and sighed: "Ge'er is not sensible. I will supervise her in the future and fulfill my responsibility as an elder brother."
Ji Yue glanced at Jiu Ci, her eyes moved down to the hand on his shoulder, Jiu Ci pulled his hand away as if he was electrocuted, and smiled coquettishly.
"Ge'er is still young and can't stand being scared. Don't scare her."
Ji Yue said.
Jiu Ci was sweating. The man in front of him was Qingdi after all, and he felt guilty towards Ji Yue because of the sacred bones. Every time he was in front of Ji Yue, Jiu Ci was intimidated.
Qingge walked down from the golden thread platform and jumped up. Ji Yue hugged the girl who rushed towards her.
Qingge nestled in Ji Yue's arms, closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Smelling the fragrance of your sweetheart is like sleeping under the white moonlight, feeling at ease, gentle and without distracting thoughts.
Ji Yue lovingly hugged her, sat down on the chair, and found another position.
There is still half an hour before the competition in the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, so the cultivators will inevitably discuss it.
Tens of thousands of people gathered together to discuss with each other, and the sound was not unusually loud.
Ji Yue lowered her eyes and looked at Qing Ge, gently stroking her eyes to block the dazzling light.
The noise around them was getting louder and louder, and the loudest one was the disciples of Master Lingxu who were discussing the martial arts competition with Mu Ruge.
"It's so noisy..." A low voice sounded, like a god judging all living beings, overlooking the river from the nine heavens.
It was obviously very light, but it suddenly became quiet.
They suddenly looked at Ji Yue sitting on the chair, the man who was said to have captured the heart of the empress.
The man had no spiritual power at all, and seemed to have nothing but his handsome appearance.
The old monster in the spiritual world rolled his eyes: Nonsense, there must be no spiritual power. What kind of spiritual power does the majestic Qing Emperor want?
The eerie silence of Jinlu Terrace was like that of late at night. Surprisingly, no one dared to speak loudly.
It seems that there are evil ghosts dormant in this blue sky and daylight. Anyone who dares to make a loud noise will have their soul taken away.
Jiu Ci clicked his tongue, he was worthy of being the Qing Emperor, with such momentum, perhaps no one in the Gods Heaven could compare with him.
The silent cultivator realized belatedly, was this man afraid that the sleeping empress would be awakened?
When Qingge woke up, she found to her surprise that everyone around her was looking at her in misery, with their eyes filled with sadness.
Qing Ge was surprised. He didn't know what he had done to make people angry.
"What happened to them?"
Qing Ge hooked Ji Yue's neck and asked.
"They are jealous of your beauty."
Ji Yue said shamelessly.
Qing Ge rubbed the crook of Ji Yue's neck.
Everyone: "..." Can't this young man speak with his conscience in mind?
Xiong Batian and Xue Nu stood side by side, looking at Qing Ge with a smile: "Master picks up any man from the dust, but he is so imposing, he is worthy of being my master."
"Ba Tian, does your master seem to be a half-hearted person?"
"It's not like that."
Xiong BaTian shook his head.
"That's right."
Xue Nu looked at Ji Yue with a smile: Mysterious Palace Master Ye Shen, you finally appeared.
The time for the competition has arrived. Yang Hong has arranged the order and said loudly on the stage: "The first battle, the four dark temples, Zhonglin Mountain!"
In each independent place, ten warriors were sent out. It was said to be a competition, but in fact life and death depended on heaven... Mu Ruge came out of the battle, walked onto the Golden Thread Platform, and stood on the east side of the Golden Thread.
"Lord Hall Master, let me go."
Ye Jingjing half-squinted her purple-black eyes and looked at Mu Ruge: "That silver hair, I really want to set it on fire.
There are some things she doesn’t deserve!”
"What a protective little guy."
The Lord of the Dark Palace ruffled Ye Jingjing's hair, "Jingjing, be good, listen to me, let people find out the truth first, don't rush into a fight."
"Craftsman Lingxu is very cunning and cunning. He is by no means an ordinary person. His disciple, the adopted daughter of Palace Master Ziyun, must be careful."
The leader of the Huanyue Sect said: "I don't want the four tribes to be ranked first, but I want all the warriors from the four tribes to get out of the golden thread safely."
"Jingjing is not afraid."
Ye Jingjing clenched her hands into fists, with only a look of determination in her eyes.
Dark Palace Master: "But I'm worried about you. If you get injured here, your empress sister won't be able to take you back?"
How could I let it go?"
Ye Jingjing curled her lips and looked at the Lord of Darkness with grievance.
The master of the palace comforted him: "Okay, okay, Mu Ruge will go out to fight later, so you can go."
In this way, Ye Jingjing feels better.
The Lord of the Dark Palace sent a young Dark Master, a handsome young man named Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu touched the ground with the soles of his feet and jumped up to the west side of the Golden Thread Platform. When he shook his right hand, an oil-paper umbrella appeared. There were pictures of beauties painted on the umbrella. He pinched the orchid fingers lightly with his left hand, which seemed a bit girly.
Yang Hong nodded, and the guards beat the gongs and drums fiercely, making a loud sound.
Immediately, golden strands of light appeared, covering the battlefield.
Unless the battle ends, the golden thread cannot be penetrated.
"Mu Ruge, let me see your Emperor-killing Sword."
Zhang Yu pointed at Mu Ruge with the oil-paper umbrella in his hand.
"You... are you worthy enough to unsheath my sword?"
After saying that, Mu Ruge's figure disappeared, but a strong wind suddenly rose in the sky.
Zhang Yu was surrounded by black mist and looked intently, hoping to find Mu Ruge.
The palace master said that when the speed is extremely fast, it is difficult to catch it with the naked eye.
Qingge sat on Ji Yue's lap, pursed her lips and looked at Jinlu. She saw it. It was so fast that Zhang Yu could not dodge it.
"Are you looking for me?"
Behind Zhang Yu, a ghostly voice sounded.
When Zhang Yu turned around, the oil-paper umbrella closed like a sword stabbing at the elusive Mu Ruge.
Mu Ruge held an oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and the other hand turned into an iron claw and attacked the left side of Zhang Yu's chest.
Breaking open the flesh, reaching straight in, clasping the heart with five fingers, applying force suddenly, it shattered into blood! Zhang Yu's eyes were about to burst, his lips were bleeding, and he looked at Mu Ruge in disbelief.
"Go to hell."
Mu Ruge murmured in a low voice, "Disgusting thing."
When she stretched out her hand, blood spurted out from the hole.
Zhang Yu fell down and knelt on the ground. Mu Ruge looked down at him, cold-bloodedly.