Blinded by the Villain's Love [Transmigration Book]

Mi Weirui put away the spirit stone in her hand, and the spirit energy was sealed in it.

There are six more of the same spirit stone.

The six pieces were placed near the altar, and the last piece he would carry with him.

The seven spirit stones constitute the formation most used by monks in the Mahayana period of Changzhou Mountain - the Seven Star Gathering Spirit Formation.

Introduce the energy of heaven and earth to generate all things; condense the void and transform it into shape.

Mi Weirui was aware of her lack of aura, so after much deliberation, she decided to use this safe method.

As for the lack of cultivation.

Although he is only in the late stage of Nascent Soul, as a demon cultivator, he has taken a different path from ordinary monks, and his talent is outstanding.

As for the formation, even if it is a little lower than the level of refining medicine, it is more than enough to set up the Mahayana spirit gathering formation at a higher level.

The moon is white and the wind is clear at night.

The bright silver glow printed patches of plain shadows on the ground, and the air was filled with a sense of tranquility.

Bailu Mountain and everyone in the mountain fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, the hour is not up.

Mi Weirui got up to take a bath under the service of others, then changed into the clothes of the envoy who had prepared earlier and walked to Qingqiu Hall.

On the day of the ceremony, everyone in the mountain must fast for the whole day.

It's just that compared to other people who stayed comfortably in their respective courtyards, Mi Weirui, as the envoy of the gods, had to sing the poems left by the previous national teachers every hour until the start of the ceremony.

Sing as you please, there is no fixed tune.

It was not until Mi Weirui knelt down in front of the fox statue that Dou Zhang mysteriously took out poems from the mechanism under the stone statue and handed them to him, "This is the "Tushan Song" left by the previous masters, you have to sing it with your heart. "

When Mi Weirui heard the name of the poem, she felt familiar, and when she saw the familiar words on the old engraved book, she couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

"Suisui white fox, nine-tailed Pangpang①..."

This was clearly done by the Tushan people who had ascended to the rank of immortals ten thousand years ago in Changzhou Mountain.

This person has a premonition that the appearance of the auspicious beast white fox is a good omen.

Sure enough, soon after, he asked the gods to bless the land of Tushan. Everyone in Tushan, good or bad, has the spiritual root of practice. Having a spiritual root means opening the door to the fairy world.

For mortals, such a huge opportunity is definitely something that can be encountered but not sought after.

Therefore, in order to thank the white fox and the gods, the Tushan people sang this "Tushan Song".

But Mi Weirui couldn't be more clear.

This senior who ascended ten thousand years ago only dreamed of the appearance of the white fox in his dreams, so the "nine-tailed Pang Pang" in the poem is more of a fantasy and beautification of the white fox.

The master once sang this poem to him when he was young.

At that time, he even laughed and said that if he hadn't been born with an infection, even he wouldn't have known about it. It turned out that the white fox didn't have the so-called nine tails at all. Qi.

As the name suggests, make the best use of everything.

Otherwise, the spiritual energy in the whole body that cannot be refined will be wasted in vain.

Mi Weirui quietly touched the writing on the engraved book.

Seeing this, Dou Zhang finally said, "There is a copper pot dripping in the hall, so you can use it as the standard. Before the ceremony, there will be a priest who will take you to the altar." After saying that, he left Qingqiu Hall , he will also go to Yonghuaju to be responsible for the affairs of Emperor Huiren in today's sacrificial ceremony.

Mi Weirui hummed softly according to the melody in memory.

The hall reverberates with blurred and intermittent songs, like the whisper of a shark, and like the sound of jade.

Within five miles of Qingqiu Hall, there is no other residence.

The old days were deserted.

But today's ceremony was an exception, as many guards stood outside the hall.

Although these guards are first-class masters in the palace, with keen five senses and vigorous skills, as mortals, they naturally cannot feel the aura shock caused by singing.

It was not until sunset that the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods officially began.

The altar is set on the top of Bailu Mountain.

Emperor Huiren was already standing on the altar, holding sacrificial texts.

With Da Si Li singing the salute, drums and music blare together, the melody is deep and distant, solemn and solemn, and the sound of heavy drums at the end shakes the mountains and forests.

"Kneel—" Da Si Li shouted loudly.

After this kneeling, there were three more kowtows.

Emperor Huiren recited the sacrificial oration in a gentle voice, and Mi Weirui couldn't stop running up sleepy when he heard it.

It wasn't until "...to tell the god fox that it's heaven." After the words fell, and the scattered smoke meant that the sacrificial scriptures had been burned in the brazier, Mi Weirui raised her lazy body.

The prelude to the ceremony took half an hour.

Counting the more than six hours spent in the Qingqiu Hall, Mi Weirui was fortunate that she hadn't been sitting on her knees in the Qingqiu Hall foolishly.

Ruozhen knelt down to the sacrificial ceremony obediently.

Now the ninety-nine and 81 stone steps in front of me are not used to conform to the way of heaven, but to force people to overcome tribulations.

Mi Weirui walked in front, and Xu Jinzhou took a step behind as an attendant.

Every time you step on a step, Da Sili will sing a congratulatory speech.

At this time, the envoy and attendants must stand in place and sprinkle the honey water in the cup around.

This process is much longer than before.

The moment Mi Weirui stepped onto the altar, she clearly heard Xu Jinzhou mutter behind her, "It's time."

Xu Jinzhou's words made Mi Weirui twitch her eyebrows unavoidably, and the flame on top jumped accordingly.

During the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods, everyone except Da Sili had to keep silent. He didn't believe that Xu Jinzhou would not know about it, but this person still committed the crime knowingly.

The spirit stones buried around the altar have sensed the formation in Mi Weirui's arms.

Not allowing Mi Weirui to be distracted and think about other things, the seven-star gathering spirit array that was opened up by spiritual energy is slowly connecting.

The tortoise shell carried by Dou Zhang was vibrating faster and faster, and he looked surprised. Before he could think about why, the tortoise shell couldn't bear it and broke into fine powder.

Mi Weirui was bathed in vigorous aura.

Manipulating the overflowing spiritual energy to transform into shape, the clusters of fluorescent lights are like the setting moon, and the new shoots of plants and trees protruding from the frozen soil grow rapidly.

But in a short while, the area around the altar was like spring and summer, and the bleakness and silence of the early winter were swept away.

Everyone was shocked by such a spectacle.

Thinking about it again, I found that I couldn't look directly at Mi Weirui who was standing in the center of the light, and forced to look, but my eyes were burned by the raging spiritual energy, so I had to withdraw my curious gaze.

Xu Jinzhou and Emperor Huiren, who were closest to Mi Weirui, were too embarrassed to open their eyes.

Among the crowd, only Yu Su, who was protected by purple energy under the altar, raised his head.

The black ribbon tied on Mi Weirui's face has been washed away by the aura.

He slowly opened his eyes.

His gray-blue eyes lightly scanned the crowd under the altar, and finally his eyes fell on Yu Su.

Today's Yu Su is wearing an orthodox court dress, with a blue collar and white gauze, bare knees, a crown on his head, and a leather belt around his waist.

Red shirt.

It fits perfectly with Mi Weirui's previous imagination.

This weak and morbid beauty makes people more desire to destroy.

Yu Su's whole body was fixed in place, his sight was robbed, he clearly felt that his heart was gradually losing its hold, but he had no choice but to let Mi Weirui do whatever he wanted.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

For a moment, everything in the world suddenly lost its color.