Nightfall Chapter 40: Different Fengtian articles

She stood in the Temple of Light, looking at Taoshan Qianping with her hands under her shoulders, watching the tangerine peel puffing and playing tricks, and watching him move to remove the belt of his pants. She didn't find it funny, just a little funny. .

She remembered who Chen Pipi was. She had seen him many times in Chang'an and cooked noodles for him. The purest blood of the Dao Sect was flowing on him, although he lived in a disrespectful place like academy. In 1991, I still had faith in myself deep down, and naturally I also had doubts.

The teachers and students of the Tianyu Academy and dozens of inconspicuous handymen stood beside the Pinglin of Taoshan Mountain. Standing in the crowd watching the farce on the altar, Ning Que couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

That night, Ye Hongyu let him leave the Judgment Temple, indicating that something might exist, coupled with Ye Su’s relationship, she should at least remain neutral today, but she is the supreme Judgment God's seat, and was killed by you. The fat man said in front of tens of thousands of people that he was seen by you when he was a child, can he bear it?

There are many people like Ning Que who are worried, including the president and vice president of Tianyuyuan who presided over the ceremonies of the light sacrifice. The people in the temple know how terrifying the existence of the **** seat is, if she is really killed by Chenpi What if Pi was angered and killed him before the sacrificial ceremony began?

The dean of Tianyuyuan didn't dare to look at the ruling god, and directly ordered the Xiling guard to press the tangerine peel on the altar, and with the consent of the head teacher, he started the sacrificial ceremony as quickly as possible.

In the sacrificial ceremony, the temple did not promulgate the crime of Chen Pipi, but directly started. The dean of Tianyuyuan held a silk scroll made of gold and read aloud the Fengtian chapter in the Xiling Church. This Fengtian chapter mainly describes Haotianze has always been regarded as the most important of the three sacred articles by the great merits of the world.

The Fengtian chapter is the official ritual of today's Guangming Festival.

The dean read the sacrificial text calmly and sincerely with a pious attitude. Every time he reads a sentence, the teachers and students of the Tianyu Academy will repeat one sentence, and the voice is very neat and harmonious.

I don’t know if there is a priest nearby, or if it is purely conscious, tens of thousands of believers have also begun to repeat with the dean of the Tianyuyuan like the teachers and students of the Tianyuyuan.

The sound of the sacrificial offerings became more and more orderly and louder, just like waves on the sea, one wave higher than one wave, but the perfect spacing between the waves was maintained, and gradually resounded through the peach mountain, as if to be heard by the high sky.

Chen Pipi sat on the white stone altar, holding the bowl of clear water that had been placed on the ground in his hand, regretting that he could not provoke Ye Hongyu to kill himself. He wanted to drink water to moisturize his throat, and suddenly listened like The sound of a wave of chanting came from Momoyama Shiye, and the right hand holding the bowl couldn't help being slightly stiff.

He was born in Taoism, and he memorized Xiling's teachings back and forth in his childhood. He knew that this Fengtian sacrificial text was very long. Now everyone in the temple has just finished reading the first two paragraphs. It is full of believers' respect and love for Haotian. , The next paragraph will turn to describe Haotian's merits to the world.

His body was slightly stiff, not because he subconsciously wanted to follow the tens of thousands of people to memorize this sacrifice, but because he felt an indescribable pressure from the sound of the wave of chanting. Dao coercion is an absolutely pure power, an absolutely lofty realm, and it shouldn't belong to the world at all.

This coercion does not come from the pious and neat chanting of tens of thousands of believers, but the sound of chanting by the believers, summoned from the sky. In other words, this coercion comes from the sky.

Chen Pipi looked up to the sky, only to see that the somewhat light autumn day became more dazzling, countless rays of light spilled on the white stone altar, falling on him, and the light contained absolute pure power And absolute lofty realm, this is the pressure he feels.

The pressure seemed to press him into the white stone altar. He was sitting on the altar. At this time, he even felt that his hips were going to be connected to the slightly hot white stones.

His face became a little pale, his brows frowned, the bowl he was holding in his hand shattered to the end under the light, and the water in the bowl spilled over him.

Faced with the pressure from the sky, humans would subconsciously surrender or avoid. Chen Pipi didn’t want to surrender. He wanted to avoid it. However, he found that he could no longer move, even maintaining the posture of looking up at the sky. It was so difficult, the soreness in the neck was unbearable.

He felt that the ban on the snow-capped mountains in his body suddenly loosened, but there was no joy, because this was not a sign of recovery but the beginning of the flood of melting snow-capped mountains.

Xueshan Qihai was turned into a useless person. He was still happy because he had seen how Ning Que set foot on the path of cultivation. Since Ning Quexing, why can't he be a peerless genius? He firmly believed that he could rebuild the sea of ​​snow-capped mountains, and only then did he understand that all thoughts under Haotian were delusions.

Chen Pipi kept looking at the sky, watching the brighter and brighter autumn sky, and watching the light falling on her body get denser. Although he didn't know what the final link of the Light Sacrifice was, he had a vague intuition that he would eventually melt in this sky, and then he would tell others.

Ning Que has been watching in the crowd, his eyes passing through the shoulders of the handymen, falling on the white stone altar, the holy light reflected in the black eyes, constantly changing. He is very familiar with Haotian Shenhui, knowing that at the moment when the reading of the sacrificial text is over, the ten thousand rays of light falling on the white stone altar will become the purest Haotian Shenhui, which is what the believers call the holy fire, and Chen Pipi will Become a blue smoke in Shenhui.

From the moment he saw the picture in the stone window between the cliffs, he has been thinking about how to rescue Chen Pipi. It is impossible for him to watch that guy be burned to death by her, but he can't think of a good way. He must wait for the changes mentioned by the third sister, but now Chen Pipi is dying, and that change still hasn't occurred. He can't wait any longer, so he took a deep breath and prepared to do it.

The breathing is sound, especially for a master like Ning Que, who used all his strength for the previous breath, and it roared like autumn wind over the forest.

The handyman in front of him and the vice-president of the Tianyu Academy, Mo Li, a priest, vaguely felt that he heard some noise, but before they could react, he was attracted by another voice. attention.

Ning Que also heard the voice, so he used the fastest speed to suppress his breath, slightly squatted back, and turned back into the very inconspicuous little boy in Qingyi among the crowd.

The voice came from the periphery of Taoshan Qianping. Someone was also reciting the teachings of Fengtian. It was almost exactly the same as what the priests and tens of thousands of believers in Xiling Temple chanted. There was no difference in the fluctuation of the tone. There are very small differences in words and sentences in some paragraphs.

However, the slight differences in words and sentences made the sound of this chanting ceremony very harsh, like a perfect and harmonious movement, suddenly there was a crisp knocking sound.

The voice continued to chant the sacrificial texts calmly, getting closer and closer to Taoshan, and the rhythm of the neat and pious sacrificial chanting of tens of thousands of people was suddenly disrupted, and the believers kneeling on the ground looked back in amazement.

The solemn and solemn chanting sound has become much smaller, only the teachers and students of Tianyuyuan and the priests of the temples are still insisting, and they are still fighting against the chanting sound from under the Taoshan Mountain.

A group of people came down the mountain, old and young, men and women, wearing hats and dark complexion. They looked like fishermen on the beach, but they were wearing extremely noble red robes.

The dozen or so priests in red, like fishermen, lined up slowly, with a uniform rhythm under their feet. If you look from the front, you can only see the old man in the front.

The distinctive sound of sacrificial chanting comes from these people. There are obviously a dozen people, but there is only one voice. Compared with the sound of sacrificial chanting in the temple, this is the real perfect harmony.

These dozens of people came outside Taoshan Qianping, the light gradually appeared, and the first large formation of Taoshan appeared. However, the old man in the lead did not stop and continued to move forward with no expression. The voice didn't stop, and the words and sentences in the Fengtian chapter kept ringing.

The clear light gradually appeared and then gradually converged, without showing any power at all. The dozens of fishermen-like priests in red walked up to the Ping Ping of Taoshan, chasing the dozens of **** cavalry they came here, and Those Xiling God Guards who rushed to see this scene did not know what to do.

The red robes of these people are real, and the products produced by the temple cannot be forged. More importantly, even the Qingguang Array guarding Taoshan agrees with the identities of these people, and only truly pious to Haotian and possesses Only the priests of the pure blood of the Dao Sect can pass the Qingguang Great Array so easily.

The tens of thousands of believers on the front terrace of Taoshan got up, and then dispersed like a tide, giving way to more than ten people. These people still walked straight, walking towards Taoshan, with a pious and determined expression. They also worship Haotian, but they follow a different path from the temple.

The dean of Tianyu Academy turned pale when he looked at the dozen people who came slowly. With a single voice, these people suppressed the chanting of tens of thousands of believers and countless Xiling priests. Naturally, they did not rely on realm cultivation, but on their understanding of the sacrificial text. From this perspective, these people's understanding of the Xiling Church The understanding is still above me. Even the master teacher’s understanding of the scriptures is not necessarily deep. It is just that I have studied the scriptures all my life and are very clear about the inheritance and changes of the Fengtian article. Why have I never heard of the original Fengtian article? Is the text like this? Who are these people? Why are they so familiar with the scriptures?

The guests from all walks of life who came to participate in the Illumination Festival were also very surprised. They looked at these strange people, looked at the red robes on them, and guessed their coming and coming.

Seven thoughts are the walking of the Buddha. I have seen many old things and secrets in the spiritual world in the Xuankong Temple. At this time, looking at these red-clothed priests who look like fishermen, I frowned and thought of a certain possibility.

"Does the Nanhai Grand Priest still have descendants?"

These people walked slowly to the white stone altar, still arranged in a straight line, facing the tangerine peel on the altar, they continued to calmly and reverently chant the Fengtian chapter.

The sound of sacrificial offerings in the Xiling Temple gradually faded, until it was finally inaudible. The ten thousand rays of light falling on the white stone altar changed from coercion to pity, and then to love.

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(I don’t know what’s going on today, my eyes are a little flowery, I will write it out before the next chapter...) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Piaotian Literature registered members to recommend this work, your support Is my biggest motivation.)