Chapter 279: The fall of the eunuchs and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven
Shang Jianxi tilted his head and looked at Yu Zicai, who was paralyzed on the ground and his soul was in the sky. He smiled bitterly and said, "Oh, God is not as good as God."
"As long as you know."
"No, no, no." Shang Jianxi shook his head and said, "I mean, you didn't count my last trump card - ugh!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Xuan flew past his eyes like a whirlwind, and several "finger-twisting ropes" bound his limbs, even wrapping one around his chin.
"If you dare to move or open your mouth to speak, I will kill you immediately."
Zhao Xuan said coldly. As a gold medal detective, she certainly knew that these powerful officials would prepare backup for her. From what Shang Jianxi said, it seemed that he had other magic weapons besides the "Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle".
But Shang Jianxi twisted his lips and raised his arm to point to the wall aside, regardless of the softness around his body.
This action was beyond Zhao Xuan's expectation. "Zhirou" cut off his arm in an instant, but where the severed arm was facing, a small window opened to the left and right, revealing a hidden shrine.
An empty shrine.
Shang Jianxi's eyes widened, and then, a "gulu gulu" laughter came out of his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes.
…
Zhou Shi reluctantly opened his eyes, and was immediately blinded by the dazzling sunlight. He only saw countless ceremonial crowns dangling in front of his eyes.
"The auspicious time has come——"
A high-pitched voice came, followed by a roaring tsunami:
"God bless Daliang, may the country live forever!"
"God bless Daliang, may the country live forever!"
This is……
When Zhou Shi finally got used to the dazzling sunlight, he realized that he was wearing monk robes and sitting in a square formation composed of monks, with a wooden fish in front of his knees and a wooden mallet in his hand.
"Didn't I meet Bai Jiaxian in Lu Zhengjiu's dream? By the way, Bai Jiaxian colluded with the corpse-carrying man, and I escaped into the uncrossable Abi Hell. I was about to escape from the dream...how did I get here?"
He was taken to a strange place in a daze and stuffed into a strange body...
"This is the way to send off the dead body! It's a joy at first sight!
"He is near!"
At this time, a low warning came from behind him: "When giving mercy, don't look around during the ceremony! Hurry up and recite sutras!"
Zhou Shi was startled, stretched out his hand to look, and saw that his body had shrunk into the shape of a child, wearing the same cassocks as the monks around him, with a wooden fish placed in front of him.
"I turned into a little monk? Who did I switch with? Hiss -" He had a headache and couldn't figure out what happened. "I still remember who I am, which means that the man who sent the corpse deliberately controlled me.
What is the effect of Youxi..."
He pretended to lower his head and recite sutras, mingled with the monks indiscriminately, and carefully observed his surroundings.
"The ceremony is not small in scale. There are a large group of officials dressed up. There is also a group of Taoist priests opposite the monks, and over there are...eunuchs? Is this a royal sacrifice?"
"How vast! The waves of the Yuan River - Zhao Zhao! The virtue of a saint -"
"The five tones are in harmony, and all the people chant them together. It is destiny, and the beams will last for thousands of years!"
When the singing reached its peak, Zhou Shi saw the emperor's canopy coming slowly from below the altar through an avenue set aside by the civil and military officials.
The emperor, dressed in dragon robes, stepped onto the altar step by step, passed in front of the line of monks, and climbed to the top of the altar.
"bye--"
With a high-pitched chant, the crowd below the altar bowed their heads.
Although Taoist priests and monks did not have to kneel down to worship, Zhou Shi was keenly aware that the monk next to him moved on the futon a few times.
Opposite him, the tall and thin Taoist priest clasped his hands tightly and looked nervous.
"What are they guarding against..." Zhou Shi made a judgment based on experience, and discovered other anomalies, "The Taoist priests attending the national ceremony must be at the level of heavenly masters, but why is the guy at the head so young and not a little bit immortal?
No bones?"
His impression of the Taoist priests in this world mainly came from Zhang Huanming. Although that guy was relatively casual, he also had a sense of detachment and unrestrainedness in his movements.
At this time, the emperor had already reached the top of the altar, bowed his hands and recited a prayer praising his good governance.
Zhou Shi realized clearly that this was an ancestor worship ceremony, and the emperor in front of him was Emperor Wu of Daliang, a figure of the same era as Duke Hu.
As the long prayer came to an end, the Taoist priest who led him suddenly frowned, made a fortune with his fingers, and then raised his head suddenly, his face turned pale.
"coming!"
The Taoist team suddenly separated and formed a strange formation.
A dark cloud came from nowhere and covered the sun, and wind blew up from all directions at the same time, wrapping the altar in a whirlwind.
"Your Majesty the Protector!" Zhou Shi heard the exclamations of civil and military officials coming from under the altar.
"Don't panic!" A sharp shout came from the monk team and the Taoist Qimen formation at the same time.
"Form up!"
"Chant!"
The Taoist priest drew out the seven-star sword from the talisman, and the monk recited the Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra, and forcibly cut a path out of the strong wind, reaching the sky.
The emperor raised his head and sneered: "He is indeed here."
"An Rudao!" The leading Taoist priest's eyes were cracked, "Today I want you to pay for the master's life!"
"Donor Zhang, please don't break the rules of anger and protect the emperor first!" reminded the old monk holding a nine-ringed tin staff.
"You don't need to tell me!"
A layer of Buddha's light wraps the top of the altar, and a series of talismans appear on it, ready to go.
Zhou Shi felt the sight, the sight from the sky.
"This feeling... the return of three yangs!"
The next moment, the Buddha's light barrier shattered into blossoming lotus flowers, and the talismans disappeared without a trace.
"puff!"
"Uh-huh..."
The formation was broken, and the monks and Taoists fell to the ground and vomited blood, forming a mess.
At the critical moment between life and death, Emperor Wu of Daliang, who was standing on a high place, put his hands together and bowed.
"An Zhenren, I sincerely ask for advice on how to ascend to heaven."
The next moment, Zhou Shi felt in a trance again, as if he was isolated from the here and now.
The young monk sitting on the futon smiled at him and said, "Shopkeeper Zhou, we meet again."
Zhou Shi looked down and saw that he had changed back into the shopkeeper's gown and his body had returned to its original state.
"The corpse-carrying man." He had a clear understanding in his heart and murmured.
"Yes, this is me when I was thirteen years old." The young monk adjusted his cassock, which was a size too big. He clasped his hands and looked at the emperor who raised his hands and shouted at the top of the altar.
"This Emperor Wu came to the throne when my master was in the capital and fought against the world's masters.
"In that battle, masters from all the major sects in the world came one after another, and almost all of them died in the capital." The corpse-carrying man pointed to the Taoist priest in the distance who was holding a seven-star sword, with blood in his mouth, and a face full of grief and anger because he sensed that he had been betrayed.
First, "Although Wudang leader Zhang Wenxuan fought a draw with his master, he was seriously injured and passed away soon. That person over there is Zhang Wenxuan's eldest disciple Zhang Yingxing."
"Why are you telling me this?" Zhou Shi interrupted him.
The man who carried the corpse smiled. "I'm reminiscing about the past. You don't have to listen if you don't like it.
"Zhang Wenxuan dragged his dying body out of the capital and brought back the news of An Rudao's death. Only the abbot of Daqing Temple and his beloved disciple Zhang Yingxing learned the truth from him - An Rudao was not dead.
Instead, he found the entrance to the Dahuan Underground Palace and escaped into it.
"In order to completely eradicate Anru Taoism, Buddhism and Taoism joined forces unprecedentedly to inform Emperor Wu. At the cost of supporting Emperor Wu's crusade against the Huru, they requested to hold a ceremony to sacrifice to heaven, open the Tianbuyang Gate of Dahuan Underground Palace, and force Anru out.
Kill them with the Tao and avoid future troubles forever."
At this point, the corpse-carrying man sneered, his previous compassionate look gone.
"It's a pity that the power of God is unpredictable. Emperor Wu has his own plan. He wants to obtain the key to the Dahuan Underground Palace from An Rudao at the Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony, and borrow the knife to kill people, and in turn, get rid of the leaders of the two sects of Buddhism and Taoism.