The first thousand four hundred and forty-five chapters open the door of hell
The four great joys in life are the rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the night of flowers and candles in the wedding room, and the time when someone is named on the gold medal list.
As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when happy events happen. Even someone as calm and capable as Zhao Shuhang can barely maintain a calm and composed look.
For Zhao Shuhang, and everyone else, it can be said that this is the time when he is named on the gold list, and as soon as today is over, it will be the wedding ceremony.
The pinnacle of life is nothing more than this!
Anyone who is disturbed at this moment will probably be unhappy. He is not furious. It can only be said that Zhao Shuhang is extremely well-educated and the city is deep enough. Even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him, his expression does not change.
If Wu Ming were here, he would definitely give him a thumbs up and say: I respect you for being a man!
Would Zhao Shuhang, who has always been known as a gentle, gentle, and gentle man, like to be called a man?
The answer is yes, so when he saw the billowing dark clouds that looked like demons and monsters coming with their teeth and claws, Zhao Shuhang almost crushed the jade gui of the altar, brushed off the crown that faced the sky, drew his sword and rushed over, cutting the ditch rat hidden in the dark into pieces.
Meat puree.
"The bright sky..."
The old sacrificial wine recited the heaven-sacrifice scriptures like a bell and a bell, as if it had a special miraculous effect, bringing Zhao Shuhang back to reality from the edge of losing his mind.
"call……"
Zhao Shuhang took a deep breath, calmed down his thoughts, suppressed the irritability in his heart, raised the jade gui with both hands in front of his forehead, and prayed silently according to the ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven.
"The law of heaven is clear..."
But the shout that came from the dark clouds, like a stern question, seemed to be everywhere, impacting his mind, and like a chain saw, cutting into the awe-inspiring heart that he had cultivated all his life.
What’s even more weird is that, judging from the expressions of the others, although they were surprised by the sudden dark cloud phenomenon, they did not hear the weird sound that felt like tearing apart!
"Today there is a son of the Zhao family..."
"Today there is a son of the Zhao family..."
The same words suddenly came into his mind almost at the same time. Zhao Shuhang seemed to be in a world of ice and fire, and his soul seemed to be torn to pieces.
On one side, it is like a bright sun approaching and the rising sun is warm and moist; on the other side, it is like an ice pick piercing the soul and freezing to the bone.
"What is going on? Why didn't Master take action? Why didn't anyone stop it?"
Zhao Shuhang endured the discomfort and almost couldn't hold it back anymore, so he secretly mobilized the treasures to protect himself.
But no matter what method I tried, I couldn't stop the sound from reaching my ears, but I couldn't stop it. Even the sound transmission master helped me.
The ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven is the most important ceremony. Not to mention that as a disciple of Jixia Academy, Zhao Shuhang has practiced the Confucian rituals all his life. He will never be allowed to violate the rituals. No matter how dangerous it is, the old sacrificial wine will not take action.
In the view of this Confucian saint, no matter what happens when offering sacrifices to heaven, it is a warning sent by God. Only by completing the ritual of offering sacrifices to heaven and fully accepting the will of heaven and earth can one understand its true meaning.
"Be considerate of your ministers and ministers, benefit and support the people, and strive to bring order and peace to the world..."
"Unlawful ancestors, no respect for God's will, only evil and violent spirit..."
"Work hard..."
"Reverse behavior..."
"puff……"
Zhao Shuhang's body swayed, his handsome face suddenly turned white, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Prince!"
"Your Highness!"
"Quick transmission to the imperial doctor!"
There were screams of surprise. No one expected that Zhao Shuhang would be injured at this time, and it would be so strange. You must know that the person in front is a saint!
Nowadays, the saint personally presides over the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. Even if the appearance of the dark cloud is too strange, what monsters and monsters dare to run wild under the awe-inspiring righteousness of Confucianism?
Don't say it appears, even if the Confucian saint stops drinking, he will come to the world like thunder from the nine heavens and slay the evil spirits within a radius of ten thousand miles.
"continue!"
But what was even more surprising was that the legendary old wine-sacrifice master only uttered two words and then continued to recite the heaven-sacrifice scripture.
At this time, everyone also heard the thunderous Heaven-Sacrifice Scripture coming from the dark clouds, which was completely opposite to what the old Jijiu thought.
The former sacrificial text said that the country was peaceful and the people were peaceful under the rule of the royal family of Zhao and Song Dynasties, while the latter preached that the people were in dire straits. The former said that the people lived and worked in peace and contentment, while the latter was starving and dying in the fields. The former did not pick up things on the road and did not close the house at night. The latter was rampant with bandits and evil spirits!
Nothing is more treason than this!
Anyone who dares to do such a thing at this time must be an enemy of the Zhao Song royal family and even the holy temples, otherwise they would not have the guts to criticize Zhao Shuhang!
The people watching the ceremony were stunned, the people sending off the ceremony went crazy, the civil and military officials were frightened and angry, the patrol department, the imperial army, and the policemen rushed madly towards the direction where the dark clouds were sweeping in.
Woohoo!
But as the dark clouds rolled in, the sonorous and powerful interrogative and memorial words were uttered, and the heaven and earth screamed like thunder, and the blood rain poured down, like a disaster from the sky, and a strange wind howled, blocking everyone's steps.
The army was unable to move forward, the Grand Master was unable to move even an inch, and the Semi-Saint Venerable's thoughts were as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, as if they were being swallowed by evil spirits. No one was able to move forward.
Buzz!
Above the capital city, seven colors shone, like rays of light falling from the sky. What shocked everyone was that the dark clouds could not cover up the dark clouds, nor could they block the sound from penetrating, as if there was no danger whatsoever.
"Please ask Master Chunyang to take action and kill the demons!"
A semi-saint deacon of the temples, who did not know whose order he got, held a jade plaque and saluted one of the spectators, Yuguan Zhendao.
"I have the Haoyang Spirit Pearl, my sect's most precious treasure, which can withstand this evil cloud!"
Master Chunyang nodded slightly, pointed with his hand, and the dragon eye-sized spiritual pearl rose into the sky, passed through the city defense formation, and went straight into the dark clouds. For a moment, it seemed like the sun rising into the sky.
Tsk!
Just like snow meeting the scorching sun and blazing fire cooking oil, there was a burst of tooth-wrenching screeching sounds. The evil cloud suddenly dissipated in large areas, but then closed again like a vicious beast biting it, blocking the light of the spiritual jewel.
"puff……"
True Master Chunyang vomited blood and looked horrified. He was busy making secrets to induce it, but what made his face ugly was that although he could sense the orb on his head, he could not recall it.
"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate!"
An old monk wearing a golden cassock clasped his hands together and chanted the name of the Buddha. The rosary beads in his hands glowed brilliantly, turning into thirty-two golden giant shadows, standing on the top of the sky, opening up a clear sky.
What made everyone change their minds was that the Haoyang Spirit Pearl, the most precious treasure of Chunyang Palace, was in the middle of the light and shadow, but it was dim, even had cracks, and was on the verge of falling.
"How is this possible?"
Master Chunyang exclaimed in surprise and wanted to take this opportunity to cast a spell to recall the spirit beads, but found that it was impossible to do so.
The most puzzling thing is that even though there are no enemies showing up, the spiritual bead, which can be regarded as the most precious treasure in the family and has the background of a holy weapon, is actually half-destroyed, and thousands of years of accumulation are destroyed in one day.
Click, click, click!
At this moment, the golden light giant's phantom trembled extremely quickly, and suddenly collapsed with a whimpering sound in the midst of a piercing explosion like a cracking sky. It turned into a string of dim Buddhist beads, spinning endlessly around the Haoyang Spiritual Pearl.
"How dare you, evildoer!"
The old monk raised his eyebrows like a glaring Vajra and preached the mysterious Buddhist scriptures, but he could not make the Buddha beads return at all. He could only watch the Buddha beads being swallowed up by the dark clouds, so that this eminent monk seemed quite angry and frustrated at this time.
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"Why doesn't the old Lord Jijiu take action?"
"Where are the saints?"
"The saints speak the Dharma as they say, and one word can determine the fate of the world. The evil spirits will never dare to act recklessly. Why do they do this?"
Everyone was puzzled, hesitant and uneasy, as if the end was coming, and they were gradually becoming desperate.
"Why!"
With a sigh, a mixture of anger, regret, and a touch of compassion, the old man's memorial service came to an abrupt end. Hong Zhongdalu's heaven and earth bells echoed endlessly, and were swallowed up by dark clouds in an instant, as if there was deathly silence.
"Teacher, what's going on?"
Zhao Shuhang's seven orifices were bleeding, his slender figure was crumbling, and his face was ferocious and terrifying. How could he show the slightest trace of the gentle, jade-like, and humble gentleman he usually was?
"Doom!"
The old priest slowly turned around, his old back became more and more stooped, cracks appeared on the jade pen in his hand, and his turbid eyes looked at Zhao Shuhang, and seemed to be looking in the direction of the rolling dark clouds.
"In the troubled times of demonic calamity, disciples are already in the midst of calamity. Is there any calamity greater than this?"
Zhao Shuhang's heart was in confusion, and his tone was no longer respectful.
"The calamity of human beings, the calamity of hearts, the calamity of troubled times, the calamity of calamity is immortal!"
The old Jijiu's eyes showed kindness, and he was like a strict teacher, earnestly warning, "Heaven is going to assign a great responsibility to this person, but he must first strain his muscles and bones and starve his body and skin..."
Under the Holy Book, all evils can be warded off, and gods and ghosts cannot invade!
"Disciple knows his mistake!"
Zhao Shuhang stood stunned for a moment and kowtowed respectfully.
"Please, Lord Jijiu, please be merciful, save the people of Li, protect our territory of the Song Dynasty, and restore peace to the world!"
All the officials shouted.
The strange thing is that there is no sound wave, it seems to be absorbed by the ubiquitous dark clouds, making it even more inexplicable and eerie, making people shudder.
What makes people even more frightened and uneasy is that the saint, Old Jijiu, remained silent and still silently stared in the direction of the rolling dark clouds, not paying attention and not knowing what he was thinking.
"Teacher, that person is casting a spell?"
Zhao Shuhang's voice was dry and hoarse, like a dying old man.
"Um!"
The old Jijiu's face showed neither sadness nor joy, and he nodded slightly.
"Possibly blocked?"
Zhao Shuhang asked again.
Lao Jijiu shook his head silently.
"As soon as the disciple dies, this disaster may be eliminated!"
Zhao Shuhang's eyes were firm.
If that person really took action as guessed, it would definitely be shocking. Otherwise, as a saint, it would be impossible for Lao Jijiu not to stop him.
"Prince, no!"
"I am willing to sacrifice my life for you!"
"I am the only one who will die, and my subordinates will never give up even if they die!"
Everyone was shocked and turned pale, and their cries of grief continued, which clearly showed that Zhao Shuhang was very popular among the people.
"cannot!"
The old Jijiu still shook his head, but there was an inexplicable hint of pity in his voice, as well as a hint of gloom and anger.
"Master, please tell me clearly what should I do..."
Zhao Shuhang kowtowed, but stopped abruptly, because there was another person beside the old sacrificial wine man. She was a woman, wearing a green robe. Although she did not apply any powder, she exuded indescribable tranquility and grace!
"Sister-in-law!"
Zhao Shuhang's voice was dry, and the person he recognized at a glance was Zhao Yukun's sister, who was the previous generation of the Zhao Song royal family and was rumored to have disappeared mysteriously.
"Sir, I'm going to persuade that child!"
The female crown bowed.
"I can't help it. The door of hell is wide open and a foreign land is coming. I can't take action. Otherwise, it will attract the attention of the foreign powers and the surrounding area will become a ghost land!"
Old Jijiu smiled bitterly.
"After all, I need to give you some advice!"
The female crown gave another salute, turned around and drifted away. She didn't look at Zhao Shuhang, didn't care about the ministers on the ground, or cared about the three cloud-carved incense carriages that had arrived in front of the city gate.