The little emperor I supported suddenly changed to fishing

Wang Wanyi and the others also heard the people passing by talking about Master Huang inviting a mage to set up an altar to sacrifice blood.

No one noticed that Qingming's body was trembling violently, his heart was beating in his chest like an army breaking through a city gate, hitting his soul again and again in his body, every time it was tight.

Could it be him?He has fled to a place far away from that temple, he will not find himself, and he who is regarded as a god by believers on the throne will not come to such a place from Luo Xueshan.

Lianjise will never abandon his followers, no.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell."

Jingle bell, Jingle bell...

Memory swallowed and suffocated him like icy spring water, and every word that that evil ghost that can fascinate people's minds said in his ear reappeared in his mind over and over again.

Like a spell, the sound of bells ringing with the cold wind turned into the whispers of evil spirits in his ears.

Lianji was very pale, the evil ghost who pushed him into the endless abyss.

"I brought you back to the temple during the Qingming rain. From now on, your name will be Qingming. I like the name Qingming, and you should also like Qingming."

"Qingming, you will be the most honored son in the temple next to me. The believers will believe in you, respect you, love you and serve you, and regard you as the most noble son on Luo Xueshan. Holy moon lotus."

"Qingming, you have planted flowers in my heart."

"The moon lotus growing in my heart is in full bloom. It is so beautiful. Come and see the beauty after being planted by you in Qingming."

"Qingming, be obedient, you just need to enjoy it, feel this seat, and feel the believers' service to the Holy Son..."

"Qingming, can you still leave here? Can you still leave this seat? This seat needs you, and believers also need you..."

"Why don't we go with these people to see how sacred the mage Master Huang invited is, how can he drive away evil spirits and relieve disasters?" Wang Wanyi thoughtfully suggested to Zhu Zhaoyan.

In the palace, there is also a national teacher's association to hold sacrifices and pray for blessings, watch the stars, predict fortunes and divination, but Wang Wanyi has always believed that everything is done by heaven, and everything is done by man. There is no shortcut, and there is a belief in my heart for peace of mind.

For some reason, Qingming wanted to confirm, wanted to see if the mage that the people in Yongchang said was Lianji, only in this way could he feel at ease.

If it is really Lianji color, he has to leave here, as long as there is no Lianji color in the ends of the world, he can go anywhere.

On the altar of Yongchang City, there is a piece of whiter than white snow, and the seat placed in the center is surrounded by layers of pure white gauze. The yarn blows like a piece of blooming moon lotus petals.

A figure could be vaguely seen on the divine seat, but it was hazy but it was not clear what that person looked like.

There are many believers wearing special services outside the shrine. They hold white jade lotus flowers in both hands and stand in a strange formation. Only a few believers have densely intertwined red ropes in their hands. golden bell.

They are all dressed in white and wear scarf hats. The white scarves that hang down from the scarf hats reach to the heels, and even the face that is exposed outside is shockingly white. Seen from a distance, almost all of these believers look like one appearance.

In the center of the entire altar, circle after circle of people surrounded the altar. They all knelt down and raised their hands high, bowing devoutly to the gods who hoped to save them from fire and water.

"Master Lianji, the divine law is transparent, and he can save all living beings."

"Master Lianji, the divine law is transparent, and he can save all living beings."

The kneeling people kept repeating the whispers in their mouths, accompanied by the sound of bells, which gradually confused people's minds.

"Let's talk about why there are so many fewer people in the city. There won't be so many people dying in two or three days. So they all gathered here." Song Shixuan murmured.

"The common people are gathered here, and they are easily infected with the plague. Doesn't Master Lianji even know this? What's more, these believers don't even wear face masks to block flying dust!"

Song Shixuan was considered half a doctor, and he definitely would not believe that the theory of dripping blood could cure the plague.

"Isn't that the admiral and His Majesty? They came to see the fun too?" Dai Shaojin tugged Song Shixuan's sleeve and pointed to Wang Wanyi who was not far away.

These two people stand out from the crowd with their own aura, and they stand out among the kneeling crowd.

Qingming looked at these people on the altar and then the figure on the throne in shock, as if the blood in his body was sealed and congealed at this moment, a coolness numbs his whole body from the bottom of his heart.

It was him, it was really him, it was him who came looking for her, Lianji would not let him go.

Master Huang and his son Huang Xun were also on the main seat under the altar. It seemed that the auspicious time had come, Master Huang stepped up to the stage and said loudly.

"The gods are worshiping, the plague is raging in my Yongchang City, and the people are in dire straits. Master Lianji's magical golden body, I implore the gods to bless me and protect my people in Yongchang!"

"We, the grassroots, are willing to sacrifice virgin boys and girls. Please protect the tens of thousands of people in Yongchang from this calamity!"

Master Huang finished speaking, and from both sides of the altar, four believers in white clothes carried two children, a man and a woman, who were only about seven or eight years old, onto the altar.

Those two children covered their faces with white veils, only showing a pair of ignorant innocent eyes. Their hands and feet were bound by red ropes. They didn't understand or know what inhuman fate awaited them next.

"The way Mr. Huang said is to find such a monster?" Wang Wanyi said deeply.

"They don't want these two children...is there any humanity?" Dai Shaojin said in disbelief.

This is crazy. Could it be that the gods have to sacrifice other people's lives and serve with the blood of such a young child in order to show the mercy of God?

"Please protect the gods! Please ask Master Lianji to descend!"

"Please protect the gods! Please ask Master Lianji to descend!"

The common people raised their hands and shouted again, even if they are taking the lives of those around them now, if offering sacrifices can resolve this catastrophe, then they will not hesitate.

"The auspicious time has come! Open the altar to offer sacrifices!"

The two children were carried onto the altar, and the underside of the altar was covered with dry branches.

The two children seemed to be aware of the danger and struggled in fear, but the knot tied with the red rope became tighter as they struggled, and the bell hanging on it became louder and louder as they struggled.

The torch was lit, and the scorching flame rose, Master Huang approached the two children step by step with the torch in his hand.

Looking at the numbness on the faces of everyone around them, people including the Brotherhood held the sabers around their waists, ready to make a scene at the altar to save people at any time.

"Ayan..." Wang Wanyi whispered to Zhu Zhaoyan.

"Well, I'm here." Zhu Zhaoyan responded, and then jumped up with lightness kungfu. The poison on his body had been cleared seven or eight times, and some of his previous kung fu skills could be used to a certain extent.

Just when the torch was about to ignite these dry branches, Master Huang suddenly felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, and the bones in his entire wrist were about to shatter.

"Ah!" Master Huang cried out in pain, the torch in his hand fell and ignited the corner of his clothes at the same time, the fire spread upwards, but he ignored the pain in his wrist and began to roll on the ground, Attempt to put out the fire.

When Huang Xun saw that his father was on fire, he ran up to the stage frightened and hurriedly stepped on the burning spot on Mr. Huang's body. This step was comparable to the beatings he suffered in the street that day. Don't give in too much, Master Huang's cries of pain became louder and louder.

The torch fell on the ground and disappeared little by little by the white snow on the ground. After some farce, the fire on Mr. Huang's body was also stamped out by Huang Xun, and then they all turned into black smoke and curled up into nothingness.

"There are assassins! Come and protect me and Master Lianji!"

After regaining his senses, Master Huang saw clearly who the person who had just attacked him was, he suddenly widened his eyes in surprise.

"why you?!"

This person is actually his godfather's opponent.

But the sharp pain from his wrist and the heat from the burning skin made him look at Zhu Zhaoyan with resentment. This is not only the pain on his body, but also the embarrassment and embarrassment of him in front of so many people. pain.

Anger and resentment occupied all reason, even if this person is his godfather's opponent, so what?It's just a lowly rabbit head. He disturbed Master Lianji's altar and caused public outrage. The admiral will never go out of his way to keep him!

"My lord, come and arrest this assassin! This thief's disrespect to Master Lianji is disrespect to the gods! Sacrifice him and the sacrifice to the gods! The gods will protect us even more!" With no worries in his heart, Huang The lord waved his sleeves and shouted to the people in the audience.

Seeing this, the brothers from the Brotherhood under the altar rushed to the stage to protect Zhu Zhaoyan.

"It's you lingering gang of brothers?!" Lord Huang gritted his teeth and said harshly to the gang of brothers. "Come on, tie them up for me to sacrifice together! Sacrifice!"

As soon as these words came out, at the very moment, a few chuckles suddenly came from the altar and within the divine seat...

The fourth volume of lotus is extremely beautiful