Chapter 928 Xiaoling Mausoleum is so lively at night!
Under the altar.
"Huh? Why didn't Mr. Chief Assistant say anything?"
Many officials exchanged glances with each other, showing surprise and suspicion.
This is a solemn occasion to worship Taizu!
Zhang Taiyue's recitation of prayers suddenly stopped. How could it not be shocking?
The officials of the Ministry of Etiquette who were responsible for presiding over the sacrificial ceremony were sweating on their foreheads, fearing that if anything went wrong, they would not be able to escape the blame.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, Zhang Taiyue's voice sounded again, as if there was just a slightly longer pause to take a breath.
"...Taizu opened the heavens to practice Taoism, set up disciplines and established disciplines, the great sage and the supreme god..."
"...the sun and the moon shine again, the rivers and mountains are rebuilt, the great righteousness is restored, and the purpose is revealed..."
Zhang Taiyue looked solemn and continued to recite the prayer.
Many officials finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
He knelt on the ground and carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
However, many people are still wondering what happened just now that could make Zhang Taiyue, the chief minister of the dynasty, pause.
Yang Fan is naturally one of these people.
"Something strange..."
His eyes flashed.
It's a pity that the magical power is banned, so I can't take a look at it.
Of course, he was just thinking about it.
Even if his magical powers were not banned, I'm afraid he wouldn't dare to do this.
You must know that it is a real dragon body that exceeds ten thousand feet, lingering between heaven and earth. The invisible energy almost fills the entire Xiaoling Mausoleum, as if it carries the weight of the Ming Dynasty!
What is the difference between trying to spy on someone and seeking death?
However, not watching means not doing anything.
After finally sneaking in, and everyone's attention was focused on the sacrificial ceremony, Yang Fan decided to do something.
After all, it has come.
Wouldn't it be a pity if we came back empty-handed?
As a result, pieces of broken human skin slowly slipped from Yang Fan's arm.
At the same time, the "Tao Te Ching" also separated a clear light and fell into the broken human skin.
Accompanied by the breeze in the mountains, these fragments of human skin flew away into the distance like scraps of paper.
When they arrived at a secluded place with no one around, these broken human skins suddenly coalesced together, and the gaps between the skins merged quietly, as if they had never been separated.
A figure suddenly appeared.
Judging from his appearance, he was clearly the late emperor Zhu Huan!
"Kakakaka."
Yang Fan turned his neck and smiled.
Last time, he used Zhu Huan's aura to deceive the imperial mausoleum in the capital of the gods. Now that he has come to Xiaoling, why can't he replace Zhu Huan to worship his ancestors?
However, he still looked cautiously in the direction of the altar.
Despite the presence of Zhu Huan's breath and the blessing of the clear light of the Tao Te Ching, he was still extremely uneasy.
However, when he saw that there was nothing unusual about the huge real dragon entrenched in the sky, he was completely relieved.
Immediately, I was overjoyed!
"I actually hid it from you!"
Compared to the dozen or so imperial mausoleums in the Imperial Mausoleum of the Divine Capital, which have clear boundaries with each other, this, as the imperial mausoleum of the founding ancestor, is extremely tolerant of the auras of other emperors.
"But it just gives me an advantage!"
If he is lucky, he might not be able to get the last emperor's appearance!
At that time, the skin refining process will be completely complete!
"It's quick, it's quick!"
Yang Fan suppressed the joy in his heart.
With a crashing sound, the human skin spread out again and silently moved towards the tomb.
Cross the Yuhe River and come to the winding mausoleum shrine.
From a distance, you can see the stone animals on both sides of the Shinto, including lions, scorpions, camels, elephants, unicorns, and horses. There are two pairs of each type, a total of twelve pairs, twenty-four pieces.
In each case, two people kneel and two people stand on both sides of the road to welcome the attendants.
The ferocious and fierce appearance is undoubtedly revealed after being polished by skilled craftsmen.
Each stone beast seems to weigh millions of kilograms and is lifelike, like a loyal guard, as if it may wake up from its slumber at any time!
Protect their great master!
Fight with their lives for their master!
At this moment, Yang Fan is walking in the form of the Skin Demon King, so he is particularly sensitive to the demon's scent.
When he saw these stone beasts, his heart dropped.
Because he could tell the strangeness of these stone beasts at a glance.
These stone beasts...are alive!
He felt his scalp was numb.
Such a majestic figure, once revived, will definitely have the power of a demon lord!
You know, there are a total of twenty-four statues here!
And it’s just on the Shinto path of the mausoleum!
In the middle of the Shinto, there are Weng Zhong standing opposite, as well as two pairs of military commanders and civil servants, a total of eight statues, each of which is one foot six feet tall!
Equal to the height of Buddha!
Yang Fan huddled on the side of the road, feeling a little panicked. He didn't know if it was too late to turn back now...
"The worst that can happen is that Zhu Huan's human skin will be lost!"
"Besides, it's impossible for the ancestors of the Great Zhou Dynasty to have only one emperor's skin left after five thousand years of inheritance! My cheap brother will give you one if you give him two, and I guess it won't be a big problem if you give him two!"
"Fight!"
Yang Fan encouraged himself hard, and then decisively found a bush and shrunk.
Decided to wait until dark before taking action.
Time passed by in seconds.
The sacrificial ceremony slowly ended, and the huge real dragon finished enjoying the incense offered as a sacrifice, and then slowly disappeared into the Xiaoling Cemetery.
Zhang Taiyue also led many officials to leave Xiaoling.
The Xiaoling Guards re-sealed the mausoleum.
The entire mausoleum seemed to be immersed in an eternal state of eternal silence.
"Everyone is gone, it's time for me to take action!"
The clone of the Skin Demon King left here by Yang Fan opened its eyes in the darkness.
Then, he was stunned.
Because in the darkness, a figure was walking slowly along the Shinto, and the target seemed to be in the direction of the mausoleum!
"Coming to accompany us?"
Yang Fan was shocked.
However, he soon saw the figure's appearance and was stunned again.
The person coming was Zhang Taiyue!
"What a great Zhang Taiyue! You are the dignified chief minister of the dynasty. You are imitating half-saints, but you are also imitating Lu Chi and digging graves. It's really..."
"I really... really want you to take me with you!"
Yang Fan thought in pieces.
Seeing Zhang Taiyue walking past, Yang Fan couldn't help but cast his eyes on the other person's hand.
The other party's hand was holding a book of imperial edicts!
"No wonder the other party was able to penetrate deep into Xiaoling Mausoleum at such a time!"
There is actually an imperial edict to protect you!
Yang Fan was really salivating after seeing it.
Watching Zhang Taiyue go to the underground mausoleum of Xiaoling, he was about to crawl out of the grass pit when another figure appeared on the Shinto.
Compared to Zhang Taiyue's hurried steps, this person's behavior was a bit strange.
He almost stopped every step.
His eyes were filled with a look of dwelling on the past.
Wearing a brocade robe, he is extremely honorable.