Quick Transmigration: The Matchmaker System Helps Me Find a Match

Lingsheng Road Hall.

It is a well-known gymnasium run by Fuyin for hundreds of years.Over the years, as the execution place of the royal national sacrifice, it has always been praised and loved by the common people.

Among the folks, Lingsheng Daoist Hall's response power is much stronger than the imperial power beyond its reach.

Therefore, after the emperor proposed that Taoist Fuyin had made a divination for the murder case and agreed with him, the voices of the people calling for the execution of those monsters became much quieter.

Lingsheng Gymnasium is built on a cliff, but below it is an open valley.The national festival will be held here.

Altars with a height of tens of meters rose from the ground, and within a radius of one mile, they were all surrounded by strict guards.The inner circle is the place where the emperor's relatives and court officials above the fourth rank can enter, and the place outside the garrison of the imperial guards is divided into four parts.

The area directly facing the altar is the area where some low-level officials and their family members live, and next to it are the aristocratic families, and the rest is the area where the common people stay.

Each area has a strict management system, and it is not allowed to cross the border unless it is necessary. If there is no major reason, the guards can capture it on the spot, but no blood can be seen.

But the strict class system can't stop the enthusiasm of the people to watch the excitement.

Gu Huan hid himself in the crowd, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Su Wei.

"Baby, it's time to watch a good show."

Su Wei turned his head, he knew what Gu Huan was planning recently, but he couldn't figure out anything more.

"What a good show? Let Fuyin die suddenly on the spot?"

Gu Huan helped his forehead, he could do it, but rather than being praised to death by the public, he prefers to let Fuyin's reputation be ruined, and he watched in horror as he uncontrollably went to a dead end, and there was no possibility of turning over.

That's interesting.

"Then he will kill in public? Or confess his crime on the spot?"

But it doesn't seem to work. Under Fuyin's reputation, dull humans will not realize the truth of the matter, and will only be played around.

Seeing his enemy again, Su Wei still hated him, but compared to when he was just reborn, that hatred has dissipated a lot, at least now he can still joke calmly.

Gu Huan clasped Su Wei's palm, touching his fingers with distress, "He will suffer retribution, but the first thing he loses must be the reputation he cares most about."

Otherwise, he would not choose to cooperate with the greedy emperor.

He needed a layer of righteous skin to cover up his dirty deeds, so he hung up the title of the royal family, telling the world that all his actions were for the royal family.

This operation not only made him synonymous with being involuntary, but also made Lingsheng Taoist hall more important, and the people would love him more and praise him for his noble character.

But today, Gu Huan had to scrape off his hypocritical mask.

As Fuyin continued to sing, the sunny day that was originally bright and sunny gradually turned into a layer of light gray clouds.

People who had never seen these visions stood up in shock, and looked up at the sky, not even willing to blink.

"As expected of Daoist Fuyin, just muttering a few words in his mouth can really attract rain."

"It's amazing! It's the first time I've seen such a spectacle when I grow up."

"Yo, I heard that you are a foreigner. You don't know that, there is a national festival every three years, and during the national festival, Taoist Fuyin will cast spells, let the heavens send blessings, and pray for the good fortune of the coming year Rain, the country's rivers clear the sea."

"The most amazing thing is that six years ago, when Fuze came, it fell with a rainbow. The head of the rainbow was at the altar, and the tail was near the imperial city. Pigeons flew over our heads from time to time. Tsk , that is a rare sight in a hundred years."

"Is it really that amazing?"

"That's not."

"Daoist Fuyin is so powerful that he can connect to the gods and pass on the decrees of the gods."

"And so young."

"Look at you who have never seen the world. Priest Fuyin is over 300 years old, not young at all."

"What? Tell me more quickly."

……

Under the faint sunlight, little raindrops fell with the clouds, hitting the crowd, the woods, and the open space.

The crowd cheered and stretched out their arms to embrace more blessings.

Gu Huan didn't hide from the rain, nor did he lower his body to shout, but just quietly watched Fuyin perform that crappy technique of turning spring wind into rain.

The sporadic raindrops only lasted for a cup of tea, and even the clothes did not get too much moisture, and the clouds above the head showed signs of fading.

Gu Huan moved his arms.

The sky that was about to clear up suddenly filled with thick black clouds, which weighed heavily on the altar, giving people a majestic momentum that the wind and rain were about to come, and the mountains and rivers would be broken.

The originally silent crowd erupted into heated discussions again.

"What's the matter with that cloud, why does it only float on the altar?"

It's strange to say that Taoist Fuyin has already said that the prayer is over, so why is there only dark clouds gathering on the altar?

And it's still so dark, it looks like it's about to rain.

Under the reflection of the bright sunlight all around, the black mass in the center looked very obtrusive.

No one can answer this sudden vision, not even Fu Yin.

His snow-white beard trembled eagerly, he tried his best to stabilize his wrist, and swung his whisk to restart the Spring Wind Transforming Rain Technique that he had performed many times.

After seeing the clouds slowly closing in all around, he breathed a sigh of relief and re-supplied oxygen to the brain that had been hypoxic for a long time.

He maintained the posture of casting spells, and flicked the whisk, which rested on the crook of his arm.

"I have received the will of the heavens, and will once again bestow blessings on me."

The eunuch on the side immediately chanted these words out loud.

As soon as these words came out, there was naturally another burst of warm applause, and there were also voices of praise coming from nowhere.

"Good! You are worthy of being the priest Fuyin who is dedicated to serving the people."

"atmosphere!"

"Master Fuyin will protect me forever!"

"Long live Priest Fuyin."

"Long live Priest Fuyin."

More and more people participated in it, and the wave of appeals spread to everyone's ears.

The emperor sitting in the center almost crushed the handle of the chair when he heard the sound of "Long live" coming from all directions.The cold eyes turned into countless sharp swords, which pierced straight into Fu Yin who was still pretending.

Fu Yin was proud of herself, but since he and the emperor were still in the stage of using each other, it was considered respectful in face.

It's just that just when he was about to confide his thoughts about not being interested in fame and fortune, Wu Yun, who was still docile and obedient just a second ago, changed his appearance.

The rumbling thunder was extremely loud, as if the entire sky was being split, and it was about to swoop down and smash the watching humans below into pieces.

Fuyin didn't check for a while, but was struck by a deep purple thunder column that was so fast that it couldn't cover his ears.

The downward momentum showed how angry he was.