Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 361: The Son Returns
Chapter 361 The Return of the Holy Son
Xue Canghai's attitude is serious.
This was a salute in front of a large crowd, just like Zhao Changhe had saluted Sun Jiaoxi before. He had never considered the matter of losing face, it was just what he should do.
Zhao Changhe was still in a daze, but the believers reacted first, falling to their knees and shouting in unison: "See the Holy Son!"
You can see people's ecstatic emotions at this moment. They originally regarded this guy as their idol, but that was wishful thinking. Others might think you are idiots, but now the leader takes the lead in verifying that the idol has truly become "one of their own"... It felt like a groupie coming home during the Chinese New Year and his family pointing to that idol and saying this is your cousin.
Zhao Changhe stood numbly in the field and looked around at the bowed heads. He wanted to scratch his head, but he resisted and took his hand back. I have the burden of being an idol, so it’s not very elegant to be naive and scratch my head.
I have to admit, this feeling is...inflated?
No wonder everyone wants to be a master. This feeling of being bowed down by everyone... some people will especially enjoy it.
Xue Canghai: "..."
Why are you in a daze? I have been kneeling for a long time.
Zhao Changhe finally came to his senses, stepped forward to help Xue Canghai up, and sighed: "What if I say that I am not worthy of this holy son?"
" , just don’t deny it, just like you didn’t deny it before when they regarded you as one of their own.”
Zhao Changhe couldn't help but ask: "Why is the leader doing this? Are you looking for a father in your head?"
Xue Canghai said calmly: "I already have a mother, so what if I have multiple fathers?"
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Xue Canghai whispered: "The reason why we believe is because we feel that the way of the Blood God is really powerful, and we firmly believe it. But over the years, the Blood God Religion has declined to this point, and I, Xue Canghai, cannot escape the blame. "The lack of our inheritance is also one of the main reasons. No one can understand the meaning of the Blood God, so how can we pursue that kind of powerful power?"
Zhao Changhe nodded. Many knowledgeable people had long told him that the inheritance of the Blood God Religion was missing. Leader Xue could not be blamed entirely. I saw it in person today, Leader Xue is actually quite capable...
It’s no wonder that he is like the rain coming after a long drought because he can understand the meaning of the Blood God.
"The completeness of the Blood God's will is better than anything else. If you can really do it, then you are the Holy Son. Why can't you find your father?" Xue Canghai sighed: "Besides, the Holy Son is not the father. You and I are responsible for different directions."
Zhao Changhe said: "I don't know if I can do it. I have never seen your sacred objects, so what responsibility do I have?"
Xue Canghai said: "Why don't you give it a try? You don't have to do it, Holy Son, but I believe you really need our secret manual of exercises and enlightenment of the holy objects. After enlightenment, we will discuss your ideas later."
"Why is it needed?"
"Because you are really not good at the Blood Demon Kung Fu... If it weren't for your mastery of other martial arts, you wouldn't be qualified to get to where you are today just by relying on your half-hearted Blood Demon Kung Fu... No matter how many times you fight with me, you You can only get the missing training." Xue Canghai said: "In the battle of Shicai, do you feel that you are still a lot worse than you originally thought?"
"Well..." Zhao Changhe finally didn't object and sighed in his heart again.
As a sect, the logic is different from that of general forces. For example, sacred objects must not be desecrated by outsiders. Even Suzaku did not touch this taboo at the beginning. Otherwise, it would not be conquering the Blood God Cult, but becoming a complete enemy and fighting to the death.
On the surface, the Blood God cultists succumbed to your power and surrendered, but there will be countless troubles waiting to cause you to rebel. They will not be as obedient as they are now.
If you want to touch the so-called "sacred objects", it is impossible to rely on conventional methods, then you have to join the religion and become a disciple under Master Xue before you are allowed to observe it. It’s no longer necessary now. You are the Holy Son and the spokesperson of the Blood God, so it is you who has the final say who can touch the sacred objects. The leader only exercises the power of teaching and has no say in the disposal of the sacred objects.
With complicated emotions, Zhao Changhe whispered: "Let everyone go back to their respective places. What does this mean?"
Xue Canghai waved his hand domineeringly: "You have nothing to do? How much have you learned from this battle just now? Go back and study for me. I will assess your achievements tomorrow!"
The congregation kowtowed and left: "Yes. May the Holy Son be safe."
Zhao Changhe: "..."
The sect’s beliefs are really awesome, and I can finally understand Suzaku’s sometimes inexplicable thoughts. For example, when Suzaku suspected that his star dharma was related to the Night Emperor, his attitude changed. He turned around and sent the Winged Fire Snake to test and approach, trying to find out if it was true. However, he later found out that it was not the case, but Miss Winged Fire Snake fell into Falling in love...
Actually, they have been a little bit... They may think that the Four Symbols are replaceable, but their respect for Ye Emperor is really like a god.
"Holy Son, follow me." Xue Canghai screened away the crowd of onlookers, personally led Zhao Changhe to the sect's secret cave, and asked in a low voice: "There is also a Maitreya messenger in the secret cave... What does the Holy Son mean?"
As he spoke, a look of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he made a knife gesture: "How about killing him as a sacrifice to the gods?"
Zhao Changhe was startled: "Messenger Maitreya? What are you here for?"
"I want us to march eastward to Xiangfan."
Zhao Changhe suddenly realized that this place was actually a strategic location for military strategists, and its geographical location was very important.
Xue Canghai has tens of thousands of soldiers at his disposal. Although they are all horseless infantry, they are all real warriors. They are much more elite than the Maitreya Cult that deceives believers at all levels. This force suddenly cuts into the southern war situation and can play a role The impact is immeasurable.
The problem is Suzaku's strategic plan and her sharp vision.
Do you, the Maitreya sect, want to cut off your beard?
Zhao Changhe remained calm and asked in a low voice: "What does the leader think?"
Xue Canghai said: "I don't want to be pressured by the Four Symbols Sect all the time. I really want to find some way... But the Maitreya Sect is not a good partner for cooperation. I don't see the chance of their success, so I hesitate. But since The Holy Son is here, so there is no need to hesitate. You and the Maitreya Sect have a lot of hatred, so just cut them off."
Zhao Changhe thought for a while and said with a smile: "Is Master Xue willing to be an unbeliever?"
Xue Canghai said calmly: "We are a demon sect. Whether you have faith or not depends only on reality."
Zhao Changhe said: "Then agree to them and agree on how to cooperate and when to send troops. The more detailed the agreement, the better."
Xue Canghai showed a smile: "I know."
Tacit understanding.
Xue Canghai was thinking right now, who the **** said this guy was a knight? My heart is so dark that it may bleed with pus.
As expected of us, the Blood God Sect, stepped out.
Zhao Changhe is also thinking at this moment that although the Blood God Sect has a close relationship with him, and it seems to be deeper now, the Blood God Sect is not a good partner either. This evil intention of being bloodthirsty and murderous... Eh. …Isn’t this what the Holy Son does?
While each was thinking, the two stepped into the underground cave. Zhao Changhe clearly felt the familiar touch of passing through the space barrier.
"This used to be a secret realm, and the holy objects were found here." Xue Canghai explained: "It's not that we occupied Wushan, it was originally here."
Zhao Changhe nodded: "When the era collapsed, the formation disk protected the space, but the formation disk itself was not one body. It was made up of multiple objects, which caused many of its parts to fall apart. The lack of your inheritance was also caused by Here it comes.”
Xue Canghai: "?"
You also said that you are not the Holy Son, how do you know that the holy object is a formation disk?
I also know that there are many collapses!
His expression became a little awed again, and he led Zhao Changhe straight to the end of the passage.
Several senior guardians of the sixth and seventh levels of the entrance were guarding the door. Seeing Xue Canghai approaching, they all bowed and saluted: "Master."
Xue Canghai nodded at them: "Open the door."
Someone pressed the button, and the thick stone door slowly opened.
The **** evil energy rushing towards him made Zhao Changhe hold his breath. Amid the dark red blood light that filled the room, a huge formation disk with a radius of about ten feet was quietly leaning against the center of the altar, facing the door.
At first glance, it looks like the eye of a **** or Buddha, staring indifferently at the mortals who come to worship.
Two things in Zhao Changhe's ring jumped at the same time.
One is a blood bead obtained from Maitreya a long time ago. The blind man identified it as a corner inlay of the formation disk. He once extracted evil energy from it to break through.
The other one is the blood card that Ying Wuyi sold for a penny. He has never studied it. At this time, it is in frantic harmony with the array, and it is constantly beating.
At the same time, the array plate also flashed with blood-colored light, as if the cold eyes were moving, like a left-behind old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life, seeing a wanderer who had been away for a long time returning home.