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"Brother Emperor, I'm actually not willing to offer sacrifices to heaven." It was time for Su Heng to put on his crown.

Usually someone is in charge of this job. After all, the king of a country is not good at doing everything by himself. Now that the screen has retreated, Su Chan has no choice but to volunteer to help.

Presumably this throne is not easy to sit on, Su Chan saw a white hair on her head.

"At this time of the year, worshiping the heavens, ancestors, and Lord Taishan, but my throne is not inherited from orthodoxy, but the result of two generations' efforts to deceive the world. Is it really blessed by the ancestors?"

Su Heng didn't complain, but just clarified the facts calmly.

Today, the world is peaceful and the grain is plentiful, all of which are the result of her years of accumulation and gambling, so there is no one to bless her, and she has done a very good job.

It's just that something is missing - Su Heng is just an ordinary person in the world, he has done a big thing, and he hopes to be recognized by his elders.

"The ancestral spirit is not blessed, you still have Brother Huang," Su Chan pulled the three thousand blue silk into the crown, "If anyone bullies you, Brother Huang will tie you up like a villain, cursing him to have headaches, backaches and pain everywhere, Go bald."

People are smiling, and what they say is half-truth, but it doesn't look like a joke.

Su Chan didn't care about being bullied since he was young, but if Su Heng was injured in a fight, he could draw a talisman to make that person unlucky for three days.

"Little sister, you may have been able to manage such a foundation just now due to the shadow of your ancestors, but if you were replaced by other men in the clan or even me, you would not be able to do better. If the ancestors knew people with eyes, they would not care about these things." Details. What's more, I voluntarily replaced you back then...not to make my little sister feel sorry for herself." Su Chan said again, "Let's go, the time is coming."

In the deep and secluded palace gate, there are some secrets that must be kept in the womb, but in the Qingyuan temple, there is a lot of noise.

Taoist priests are full of hostility towards demons. Being able to stand on one mountain at the same time has already touched the bottom line, not to mention that they are now gathered in a courtyard, looking at each other.

Xie Changlin, who left Su Chan, regained his identity in an instant, with his hands behind his back, his eyes were cold, and he seemed to be razing Qingyuan Temple to the ground. If it wasn't for Luo Ming, he seemed to have ten mouths. I'm afraid that when Su Chan comes back, Qingyuan Temple will have to re-examine Fengshui and choose another mountain.

Unlike Su Chan, Xie Changlin's bedroom was built in a desolate place, surrounded by poor mountains and rivers, but no matter how steep the terrain is, it is not difficult for the fast-moving evil spirit beast, so everything will not be delayed, but it really indulges Xie Changlin's self-importance.

He was born to be the leader of demons, unexpectedly he didn't experience any disasters, and he simply grew into the disgusting appearance he is now.

Xie Changlin has a physical aversion to sleep. The lights in the bedroom are always on, and even if they are suddenly turned off one day, the goblins who serve them dare not enter without permission, for fear of accidentally seeing the Lord's cold eyes glowing in the darkness. Dianlan, like two strings of fireflies lit, suddenly caught my heart.

So others have always avoided him, Xie Changlin obviously didn't learn to please his "natal family".

But in comparison, his attitude towards these Taoist priests is actually not bad, Xie Changlin sighed inwardly, he deserves to be Su Chan's family, he is indeed outstanding.

Demons are an alternative to maintain the order of the world, and the demon world is dedicated to cultivating people-eating, devouring immortals, and making the world less peaceful, so they hate pious gentlemen and good people with no scheming—but Taoists have practiced for a long time , it is always easy to stick to both.

If it was normal, Xie Changlin would overthrow each of these herbivores when he saw them. What's more, there were still people in Qingyuan Temple who dared to provoke and stared at him with peach-wood swords and cinnabar talismans... Really courageous Chia.

"When do you temple masters usually come back?" Xie Changlin's self-conceited amiable face was a bit scary even in Luo Ming's eyes, and Chen Yu, who had difficulty getting in touch with him, could still maintain a decent smile.

"If it is calculated as usual, there will be a banquet in the palace after the ceremony, and His Majesty may still watch the Lord to catch up on the old days... Maybe you won't be able to come back today."

Chen Yu is still holding Yao Guang in his hands, this doll does not recognize birth, and is close to everyone, at this moment she is putting a small face on Shen Yu's shoulder, smiling foolishly at Xie Changlin.

"Aren't you coming back today?" Xie Changlin frowned, "The ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is a grand event in the world, Grand Tutor, let's go and have a look."

"..." Luo Ming thought to himself, the heaven worship after July and a half also means "family sacrifice", but the emperor's house is a bit big, so ostentation is unavoidable, and by the way, pray for good weather and good harvests in the second half of the year...you What's the point of seeing an outsider who has nothing to do with it?

It's just that he and Xie Changlin have known each other for a long time, and he understands this man's uncompromising temperament. Even if Su Chan died suddenly, he would still be able to enter the Underworld to arrest the three souls and seven souls, and force them back, not to mention the friendship between humans and demons Under the circumstances, Xie Changlin can still be invited as the guest of honor with just a report.

Therefore, Luo Ming often feels tired. If he hadn't met Xie Changlin back then, wouldn't it be nice to be a free-spirited beast? !

"Alas..." Luo Ming just sighed after all, before saying, "Understood, I'll make arrangements."

"Wait..." Xie Changlin suddenly called to him, weighed out one of the rarest and most capable magic treasures piled up at his feet, and handed it over, "It's wrapped, just treat it as a gift from me to the Great Chu Emperor, don't waste your time Reality."

Luo Ming felt ashamed for a moment, although he thought that he couldn't empty his hands, he could at least hand in a name card.Arriving at the scene at this time, even if the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven has not yet begun, it must have reached the final stage of preparation. It doesn't make sense to stop the festival and bring him money, at most arrange a decent position and let him stay far away.

But if the famous post is replaced by a magic weapon, the Ministry of Rites would not dare to accept it indiscriminately. It must first find someone to appraise it. There is only Su Chan, a cultivating prince who delegates power to the outside world—not to mention that Zhuo Yuemen has to preside over the ceremony, and he cannot be separated from him.

Xie Changlin's move can be said to kill two birds with one stone, and his thoughts are deeply unpredictable.

It's just... no matter how good the idea is, there must be a question in the mind of the Minister of Rites: Why don't you come early and don't come later, but why are you just pretending to be simple at this time-could it be this year's festival?

It was almost noon.

The weather in Dachu has always been fine and rainy, and the blazing sun reveals its whole figure from the tattered and lifeless clouds, which seems to have been pent up for a long time.

The civil and military men of the Manchu Dynasty were neatly dressed, wrapped from head to toe in an airtight way, and wanted to be shirtless in their hearts, but on the surface they wanted to greet each other, Mr. Li, your top is well-dressed, Mr. Wang, you look so good...Hypocritical of harmony.

Every year, Su Chan hides two clam beads that are warm in winter and cool in summer in his girdle, one for himself and one for Su Heng. Clothes that don't look bloated, walking slowly with bamboo slips in hand, it seems that they are more calm than these officials who are standing still.

As expected, the National Teacher was late again this year.

Su Heng stood tall, facing the altar, there were only two places on the lower head, one naturally belonged to Su Chan, and the other was empty.

She yawned slightly and muttered, "I knew it would be late."

Su Chan wanted to laugh, and lowered his eyebrows slightly. He folded his hands in his sleeves and sat on his knees. His fingertips slowly brushed over the gilded shakuhachi pattern, re-sculpting the pattern that has been worn and worn for hundreds of years. The pattern of the painting is simplified, slowly showing an ominous prototype.

Slightly frowning... Su Heng's eyes were mostly on him when he was bored in the spare time, and this obvious expression change naturally couldn't escape the emperor's eyes and ears.

"What's wrong?" Su Heng asked.

"...Nothing..." Su Chan glanced at her and shook his head lightly, "Brother Huang is here, everything is fine."

The two intertwined patterns on the gilt shakuhachi have real substance in his palm. If you just look at it with the naked eye, you will inevitably be affected by the graffiti of the children at the bottom, thinking it is just an insignificant decoration, but what is hidden in the ghost market can never be seen. See it with the naked eye.

The pattern is called "cage", people who are trapped in the world with too much obsession to enter reincarnation - Su Chan sighed, it really is a bad year to suffer such a misfortune in the middle of July.

The so-called "cage" doesn't sound scary, but it's just like a prison, where souls who are not guilty of crimes are imprisoned.But in fact, there are four grades of pagodas in the Taoism of the world. Laziness is the nature of immortals. For the convenience of memory, they are arranged according to the heavenly stems and divided into four categories: "A, B, C, D".

To put it simply, the lower seal of "D" is in charge of reincarnation and extradition; the lower seal of "Jia" is in charge of killing and even extinction.

The "cage" pattern belongs to the word "A", and the soul trapped in it will either be trapped in it for eternity and never want to be free, or it can only be smashed into powder, so as to save trouble.

Based on Su Chan's understanding of most Taoist priests, compassion and trouble are placed in front of him at the same time. If the detainee in the Golden Shakuhachi is a heinous person, he doesn't bother to draw any "cage" characters, and he has to repair it once a year to deepen his impression... If you kill him directly, you can still make room for good people.

So... this Shakuhachi may not be a villain, and this is the most difficult part.

May I ask what kind of person must be trapped but not killed?

Zhongtian's yang energy was in full swing, but Su Chan's fingertips felt cool.

According to the ancestral system, the altar of their Su family was set up not far behind the Meridian Gate, suppressing countless innocent people who died in vain in the previous dynasty.When a large army enters the imperial city, there is no reason for them to be merciful. Regardless of men, women, young or old, those who fell into the water, were trampled, or bumped into weapons... Even if they survived in the end, they were kidnapped and asked about their identities. There was a river of blood outside the door.

Even if it is a last resort, the criminal has been remembered when he committed it, and there will always be chaos in peace.