Abandoned Immortals

Dong Mingle!

Yan Chengyue turned pale with shock, and Daoist Tianhe also frowned.

The Dongming family has been acting frequently lately, and it is obvious that they have major plans. However, this woman has a high level of cultivation, and the city is even more unfathomable. Like a poisonous snake that has been dormant for a long time, she is careful at every step, and only waits for her prey to be killed with one blow when the vital signs appear.

Several people present had their own thoughts, especially Yan Chengyue, who was secretly on guard and ready to strike at any time.

At this time, Master Jiefa clapped his hands together and said "Amitabha", and bowed to Dongmingle as equals: "Your Excellency must be the young patriarch of the Dongming clan, Miss Dongmingle, nice to meet you."

Dong Mingle bent his eyes when he heard the words, lightly pulled the jade fan, and replied with a smile: "Master Jiefa has a profound way of life, and a hundred hearings are not as good as seeing it. Seeing it today, it is really extraordinary."

Yan Chengyue snorted coldly to himself, this woman looks weak, but her words and deeds are insane, her flirtatious ability is astonishing.

"Miss Dongming came to look for her in person, presumably not just to say these two high-sounding words." Tianhe Daoist said, with no expression of joy or anger on his face, "Why don't you come straight to the point and tell us why you came here."

"Senior's cave is far away, and the little girl admires it." Dong Mingle said softly, then glanced at Master Jiefa, "Let's come to find Master today, and I really have something important to ask. I heard that Master can predict fate and predict future events." Le wanted to ask, is it auspicious day for the ninth day of the lunar month?"

The ninth day of the lunar new year is the day of the Heavenly Festival.

"You!" Yan Chengyue was furious, and angrily reprimanded, "Dong Mingle, don't go too far!"

Dong Mingle's move was tantamount to a face-to-face provocation.Whether the master of precepts says it is good or bad, he can give people something to talk about and fall into the tongue.

Even Tianhe Daoist's face darkened, squinting at Dongmingle, frowned and said in a low voice, "Miss Dongming, I advise you with a kind word, keep a line in life, and don't push yourself into a dead end."

However, in the face of Tianhe Taoist and Yan Chengyue's accusations, Dong Mingle did not change his face, still staring at Master Jiefa, as if he wanted an answer.

Master Jiefa's eyes are like a deep pool, and his expression is always calm.

Seeing Tianhe Daoist and Emperor Shi quickly quarrel with Dong Mingle, Fang Fang sighed and dissuaded him: "Don't worry, you two, don't get angry first."

Yan Chengyue put on a cold face, swished his sleeves and tilted his head, out of sight and out of mind.

Taoist Tianhe clasped his hands together and confessed to Master Jiefa.

The master of precepts waved his hand, the way is all right, then he looked at Dong Mingle, and responded to her: "For good or bad, the implementer has already made a conclusion in his mind, so why should the poor monk speak?"

Dong Mingle silently stared into Master Jiefa's eyes for a long time, then burst out laughing, waved the jade fan in his hand and threw it at Jiefa, while he backed away.

The fan flew in circles, Yan Chengyue turned pale with shock, and wanted to reach out to intercept the fan, but was stopped by Master Jiefa.

The master's round palms were facing forward - protruding, holding the jade fan skillfully, and hanging it in the palm, a row of sharp thorns appeared on the edge of the jade fan, if Yan Chengyue had just captured the fan with bare hands, blood would be splashed on the spot .

That touch of green clothes floated away, only to hear a burst of laughter coming from a distance: "By virtue of the auspicious words of the master, this jade fan passed down from the ancient Xuan Palace should be regarded as a meeting gift!"

After the sound fell, Yan Chengyue still had an angry expression on his face, while Taoist Tianhe looked at the jade fan in Master Jiefa's hand, with doubts on his face: "Ancient Xuangong?"

The smile on Master Jiefa's face disappeared completely, and his eyes were fixed on the inscription on the bone of the jade fan.

Neither Yan Chengyue nor Daoist Tianhe noticed that the Mahayana cultivator beside them was trembling at his fingertips.

·

The closer the day of the Heavenly Sacrifice, the more turbulent the undercurrent in Suyang City.

There have been vicious fighting and fierce casualties in the city for several days, but the imperial guards turned a blind eye to it.

Three days in advance, several main streets outside the palace were closed, and ordinary people were not allowed to pass through.

Until the ninth day of the lunar month, the heavenly festival will open.

Before dawn, many spies were waiting outside the gate of the palace, hiding in pavilions and tearooms, or at street corners and alleys.

The guards on the palace gate have doubled their manpower, the hour is approaching, the gate of the palace is wide open, and the guards of the capital in silver armor line up under the palace wall, deterring all parties.

—Flags fluttering all the way to welcome guests into the imperial city.

People from all walks of life gathered outside the gate of the palace, and the streets and alleys were completely surrounded. Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums was heard, and the forbidden army all came forward on their horses, announcing the arrival of the major vassal kings, state orders, and clan families. Palace order.

"Chiyuan Tianlan, Master of Precepts."

There was a thunderclap when he opened his mouth, and No. 1 on the list was the master of precepts who had cultivated in the Mahayana realm.

These four words are even more frightening than the formation of the forbidden army in the imperial palace just now. Many spies in the crowd either exchanged glances or looked around, wanting to see the true face of this precept master.

Quyang City is located in the east of Daquan, tens of thousands of miles away from Chiyuan in the west, and there are few monks of the Buddhist sect, so the master of precepts in dark yellow robes is particularly eye-catching among the crowd.

He didn't need any introductions, he took a small step, and it was enough to attract the attention of many onlookers around him.

Those who were close were shocked to realize the identity of such an ordinary-looking fat monk, and were so shocked that they subconsciously took a few steps back, and then naturally moved out of the way.

When he arrived at the gate of the palace, Master Jiefa folded his hands together, took out the invitation card from his sleeve, and handed it to Dutong with both hands, who also took it respectfully, and returned the Buddhist ceremony to the master.

Even the precept master had to abide by the rules of the Daju Palace and follow the prayers, so the rest of the people would have no excuse to put on airs.

——Time, the forces that are named, or in small groups, or—one person alone, are all in order.

The ritual field of the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony is set up on the spacious courtyard outside the Qiankun Hall, and there are thousands of seats around the altar, which are also arranged in the order of the list.

The monarch has not yet appeared, and it is almost time for everyone to join the banquet.

The sun was getting stronger and stronger, and the silver-armored guards lined up neatly around the court, solemn and solemn, and the palace ministers also lined up in two rows, leaving a three-foot-wide passage in the middle, extending from the Qiankun Hall to the Tianji altar.

Yellow flags with Tenglong embroidered patterns were planted around the altar, and a circle of silver-armored imperial guards under the stage held a torch in their hands. The entire imperial court was unprecedentedly grand.

The first seat on the east side was a man in a black robe dressed in brocade clothes and a jade crown, with one hand half-supported and two black jade walnuts in his right hand.

Not to mention his calm breath, his personal attendant is actually a master at the peak of the Dao realm.

This is the Lord of the Northern Territory, the King of Zhenbei, Lord Yanchang, and the uncle of the current monarch Yan Wenyu. He has 20 soldiers and has been stationed on the south side of the Mohe River for more than a thousand years. The Rong Kingdom in the north dare not invade.

Behind him, many northern clan representatives gathered.

The seats on the west side are masters of the sect headed by Master Jiefa. It is worth mentioning that [-]% of the top ten immortal sects representing the Immortal Sect Alliance were absent from this heavenly sacrifice, including Que Qingyun of Tinglan Sect.

To the south of the altar are celebrities from various aristocratic families, and what gathered here today is the most cutting-edge and most powerful force of the Daqi Dynasty.

As soon as the time came, the guards in front of the palace announced the emperor's arrival, and the officials kowtowed and shouted long live.

The silver-armored guards pushed Yan Wenyu, who was wearing a golden dragon robe, out of the Qiankun Hall, and the expressions of the people watching the ceremony around the altar were different.

Suddenly, King Yanchang of Zhenbei stood up and clasped his fists, shouting loudly to the emperor: "Mr. Yanchang, I pay my respects to Your Majesty."

Lord Yanchang - worship, and many state governors behind him also bowed.

"Uncle Guo is flat."

Yan Wenyu had a solemn and dignified demeanor. Although his legs were disabled and he could not stand upright, his aristocratic aura was above everyone else.

"It's been more than ten years since I last had an audience with you in the palace." Lord Yanchang recalled the past with Yan Wenyu in a natural tone, "Your Majesty's dragon body is healthy and healthy, and I feel very comforted."

The monarch also replied sternly: "Uncle Lao is concerned."

- After exchanging pleasantries, they were actually probing each other. When Lord Yanchang took his seat again, many people in the audience were already ready to move.

The silver-armored guards pushed Yan Wenyu—on the way to the altar, the monarch looked down at the surrounding subjects, and said with a serious face: "Today's ceremony of the heavenly sacrifice, I have something to announce to the world. It’s really not easy to be busy in the world, and I thank you here.”

As soon as the monarch's words fell, the silver-armored guards in the audience stomped their feet at the same time, moving in unison, and the guests around the ceremony also got up one after another.

After the audience was quiet again, Yanwen Yufang continued: "But before the start of the Heavenly Sacrifice, I would like to ask the Chiyuan Tianlan Buddhist Sect Master, the Master of Precepts, to speak in front of the stage."

Master Jiefa got up according to the words, walked to the altar, and then heard the words of the king: "I beg Master Jiefa to preside over the heavenly sacrificial ceremony on behalf of me."

There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Some people were puzzled by Yan Wenyu's actions, and some were quite critical, but more people kept silent due to the status and strength of the precept master.

On the east side seat, the jade walnut in the hands of Zhenbei Wang Yanchang paused for a moment, and then resumed its operation calmly.

There was a slight smile in his dark eyes, and he took the time to watch what tricks his half-disabled nephew was playing.

To this day, among the many speculations about the true purpose of the emperor's opening of the heavenly sacrifice, [-]% of them say that the emperor's daughter is the heir, but there are also - a small number of people think that this matter is not simple. Anyway, just wait and see.

Right now, Yan Wenyu asked Master Jiefa to preside over the main hall, and another emperor teacher who was supposed to be in the court but has not shown up so far is also intriguing.

Master Jiefa clasped his palms together, twirled the Buddhist beads half a circle in his palms, and sighed: "The poor monk obeys the decree."

·

The Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony outside the Qiankun Palace was about to begin. A few dark shadows flitted past the palace wall of the Qiankun Palace like ghosts, and swaggered into the palace. None of the guards stationed there was alarmed by them.

The dark red blood spread over the grass blades, staining the whole small courtyard with a fishy smell, and the shadow climbed up the wall, only to see the corpses everywhere and the blood that merged into a river.

None of the stalkers was left alive, and Que Qingyun and Yu Lianxin, who were trapped in the small building, disappeared without a trace.

The author has something to say: here we come!Good card, good card, this plot is really stuck to me

I was wrong, I thought the love line was hard enough, it turns out there is even more difficult!

There's another chapter tonight, come on!