There are hundreds of thousands of mountains in Yunnan and Guizhou.
I don't know how deep it is.
There is a palace.
The palace was very lively with people coming and going.
This is the Wushen Cult's... Outer Sect Main Altar.
Today is a festive day, with lights and colorful decorations everywhere.
Because, today, the saint is enthroned, and it is also a great day for the saint to get married.
Li Wenjuan held the crescent moon in her hand, and the more she looked at it, the more she fell in love with it. A few days ago, the child kept crying, but after getting familiar with it for two days, she stopped crying.
She seemed to have awakened her maternal instincts.
I hold it in my hands and don’t want to let it go.
"Juan, she is the Jiuyin Xuanmai. It is the best cauldron for you to cultivate the supreme love. You don't need to hold her in your hands every day. Let the people below raise her, so as not to have feelings and it will be difficult to do anything in the future."
Grandma Li Jiazu walked in and said.
Li Wenjuan kept looking at the child and said indifferently: "Am I not a cultivator of Taishang Wangqing? How can even a child be emotional? Taishang Wangqing is the highest state and enters the Tao with emotion. If this little guy can make me emotional, then
That’s even better.”
"Well... that's the truth."
After a pause, he added, "Today is your special day. The man is the White Witch Saint who came from Shangjing..."
"You don't have to say it!"
Li Wenjuan interrupted, "It doesn't matter who it is, it's just a ceremony anyway. Grandma, do you believe this too?"
"Put down your clothes, I will wear them later."
Li Wenjuan's attitude towards her grandmother was not very good.
Grandma Li Jiazu didn't care, and even thought it was normal, because she had practiced so much that she forgot her feelings. This was the most normal thing. If she was still as submissive as before, it would be a failure.
A saint from the Witch God Sect should have this kind of temperament.
"Okay, the enthronement ceremony has begun, and I'll call you again."
"Um!"
Li Wenjuan teased Yue Yaer with her hands and showed a sweet smile, as if Yue Yaer was really her daughter.
"Are you hungry?"
"Miss Dad?"
"Can I be your mother?"
Twelve o'clock noon.
The main altar of the Witch God Cult, the saint is enthroned.
"Dang, Dang, Dang..."
"Uuuuuu——"
The gongs and drums shook the sky.
The trumpet sounds.
Li Wenjuan, dressed in a long white dress with outstanding temperament, slowly walked out of the hall.
There was neither joy nor sadness on her face.
Her eyes were like a deep ocean.
Her appearance has also undergone some changes. Her cultivation has made her more refined than before.
However, she was holding a little baby girl in her hands.
The fourteen-month-old baby girl can already sense a lot of things. Her big, shiny black eyes are full of curiosity. She looks here and there, and she is a little afraid of strangers. She holds Li Wenjuan's hand tightly with her two little hands.
neck.
Children can feel the human heart best.
She can tell who is good to her.
In her young mind, without her parents or aunts by her side, only the aunt in front of her could give her a sense of security, so she had to hold her tightly.
At the same time, many people in the Wushen Cult became uneasy after seeing this scene.
During the Saint's Enthronement Ceremony, the Saint actually held a little girl. What does it mean?
Grandma Li Jiazu frowned.
An elder said: "The Holy Lady's enthronement is such an important event, how can it be such a child's play to appear with a child in her arms? Put the child down quickly."
This elder has a noble status.
When he said this, others also agreed.
Grandma Li Jiazu rushed over to take away Yue Ya'er, but was blocked by Li Wenjuan. She glanced at everyone with cold eyes: "Hahahaha, why is it such a joke for a saint of my generation to hold a little girl and ascend the throne? Wait a moment.
, this saint is going to marry a corpse, why don’t you think it’s child’s play?”
"Today I ascend the throne, I will carry my child on stage. Who dares to stop me?"
"Presumptuous!" an old man yelled, "You are not a saint now, how dare you be so disrespectful?"
This old man is the supreme elder of the Witch God Sect, a foreign religion. He is over a hundred years old, and his beard and eyebrows are all white.
"Okay, I'm not willing to be this useless saint, so you can be the one." Li Wenjuan sneered, hugged the child, turned around and walked back.
The Supreme Elder was furious: "Stop, throw the child away."
He flew forward to snatch the child away.
"You damn old man, get out of here!"
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Li Wenjuan held the baby in one hand, turned around, and slapped the Supreme Elder on the chest repeatedly with her palm, sending the person flying away.
The Supreme Elder spat out a mouthful of blood while he was in mid-air.
After falling to the ground, I couldn't get up for a long time.
"Damn, damn!"
"If you talk more, I won't mind killing you." Li Wenjuan said coldly, "Then, do you still want to take the throne? If you want to change someone, I will leave. My child is hungry."
Everyone in the Wushen Cult looked at each other in confusion.
Grandma said loudly: "The Saintess's Enthronement Ceremony, let's continue!"
"Whoever dares to oppose will be killed without mercy!"
Then, she walked to the Supreme Elder and said: "Elder Sun, everything is based on the overall situation. Among all the witch gods and foreign teachers, I am the only granddaughter worthy of being a saint. What does it mean to have a child? After she ascends the throne, she will be inferior to one person and among ten thousand people.
She can even change the ceremony of the saint's enthronement."
Ceremony, continue.
bgm music, up!
Of course, this is not "Victory" played from the speakers, but played by a group of about a hundred people, and the instruments are also very old.
Li Wenjuan held Yue Yaer in her arms and climbed onto the high platform step by step.
On the high platform, there is also a bright red coffin. It is the man brought by the White Witch Clan from Shangjing.
Li Wenjuan glanced at the coffin with a look of disgust.
"Shua——"
She stepped onto the high platform, turned around, and looked down at everyone.
Below, thousands of members of the Witch God Cult knelt down one after another.
"Welcome to the Saint, nine thousand years old!"
"Welcome to the Saint, nine thousand years old!"
"Welcome to the Saint, nine thousand years old!"
The sound was loud, one after another.
However, at this moment, a piano sound came from nowhere.
"bite--"
"Ding dong ding dong!"
The sound of the piano is very strange. It sounds far away but feels very close at the same time, as if it is right next to your ears. There is also a kind of magic that makes people unable to help but fall into it.
Soon, those members of the Witch God cult who were shouting about the Nine Thousand Years Old fell silent.
The further away people are from the periphery, the deeper the feeling.
The next moment, there was another flute sound.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Flute and flute ensemble.
Power doubled.
"Dang-dang-dang-dang——"
At this moment, gongs and drums shook the sky.
It was Grandma Li Jiazu who was beating the gongs and drums, disturbing the piano and flute ensemble, and shouting: "Who is it? Who is there playing tricks? Get out of here?"
No one came out.
No one could find where the sound of the piano and flute ensemble came from, it seemed to come from all directions.
"Search for me!"
Grandma gave the order, and the two guardians of the Witch God Sect led dozens of experts to search.
But the next moment, several people screamed and stepped back.
"ah--"
"What is this? Paper figures, so many paper figures!"