The next day, Feng Shanyue looked at the sky first thing when she got up in the morning, hoping to see a trace of rain from the cloudless clear sky, but unfortunately, with her more than ten years of life experience, this day didn't look like a rainy day. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But the ceremony of praying for rain is held as usual. Early in the morning, the chief manager of Fengming Palace took all the attendants to clean all the corners of the altar again, and then prepared the ritual utensils and sacrifices according to the requirements of Master Yu. The musicians are also in their places, ready to play music for the festival.

In the morning, the lord of the country appeared at the gate of Fengming Palace on time in a chariot, and next to him was the prince, followed by the high priest, Yushuai, King Yiyang, and other civil and military officials. With the sound of a painted horn, the solemn and solemn ceremonial music began to play, and the lord of the country also walked into the Fengming Palace with the civil and military officials. All the sorcerers and shrine maidens knelt on both sides of the road, and after the lord of the kingdom and others had passed, they stood up and walked in the direction of the altar.

Feng Shanyue looked at the appearance of the lord of the country walking like flying, and she really didn't look like a patient who was still dying in bed yesterday. She was even more sure that he was poisoned, and the high priest must have stopped the activities of the Gu worm and given the lord some kind of medicine, otherwise he would not have looked so healthy. The civil and military officials who followed the lord of the kingdom also looked excited, and it seemed that they were also very happy about the fact that the lord of the kingdom had recovered his health.

The ritual is divided into three parts, first of all, the high priest comes to the stage and prays to the heavens, hoping that the heavens will accept the sincerity from the lord of the country and rain rain for the fire phoenix country; secondly, the lord of the country comes to the stage to worship; and then the sorcerers and shrine maidens perform dances, hoping that the gods can be happy and fulfill people's wishes.

When the high priest came to the stage to pray, the lord of the country stood at the Yongdao entrance of Fengming Palace, looking at the altar very solemnly. Feng Shanyue secretly raised her eyes to take a look, and felt that although the lord of the country looked healthy, his eyes were very empty, more like a doll controlled by others, just following the informant's orders.

"Hear the cry of the world, O great and holy god, and forgive your people with mercy for the wrongs they have made! Behold, they are gathered here, and they sincerely pray to you, that you will send down rain and help all beings!" the high priest finally ended his prayer with singing and dancing in the midst of a prayer.

The painting horn sounded again, and the lily music entered the second stage. The lord of the country held his head high and walked towards the altar through the white jade road, the prince followed behind, and the civil and military officials followed on both sides, and stopped ten meters away from the altar. When the lord of the kingdom had gone up to the altar, he took the sacrifice from the prince's hand and placed it on the altar solemnly, and then knelt down in front of the bronze tripod that was burning with a raging flame and began to pray. Then the prince stepped back from the altar, came to the position of the head of the hundred officials, knelt down with all the officials, and prayed sincerely.

The high priest dipped a willow branch in water and sprinkled it on the head of the lord, and this water was not ordinary water, but called golden dew. It was the dew collected by eighty-eight sixty-four palace maids holding copper plates all night in thirty-six dark nights. This water represents the gift of God to the world, and by sprinkling it on the head of the lord of the kingdom, he will be grateful and pray more sincerely.

Then there are the sorcerers and shrine maidens dancing to the gods. The sorcerers danced around the altar on the flat ground below, each wearing a demon mask and a wide robe, dancing with their hands and feet in a very rough movement, accompanied by bursts of shouting, full of male strength. The shrine maidens ascend to the altar in the order of wind, clouds, thunder, lightning, and rain, and dance the gentle wind dance on different steps. The rain team is the core dance team, they represent the rain descended by the gods, so they are closest to the high priest and the lord of the country.

Feng Shanyue danced while paying attention to the movements around her, and there was no problem with the rain prayer ceremony so far, which was really abnormal. It could have been the pre-dawn darkness, so her nerves tightened.

Suddenly, the archpriest threw something into the bronze tripod in front of the lord, and the already raging flames jumped higher, and the archpriest stretched out the sword in his hand to the flames, and the blade immediately ignited as well. At this time, the dance of the shrine maidens also entered the most intense stage. The wide sleeves danced high, and the shrine maidens' bodies spun dramatically.

Suddenly, a shrine maiden screamed and rolled down from the altar. There was a beeping sound from her body, and the flames flickered, and in an instant, she was covered in flames. Her screams resounded throughout the audience, and everyone was stunned.

"Fang Qingzhu!" Feng Shanyue exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly rushed down, took off her coat, and helped her extinguish the fire on her body. At this time, among the Imperial Forest Army, who had been standing around the altar, a person rushed out, picked up the golden dew on the altar, and splashed it towards Fang Qingzhu. It's a pity that it's too late, Fang Qingzhu was burned black, and he was already dead.

The lord of the kingdom had already stepped off the altar under the escort of the Imperial Forest Army, frowning at the chaos on the platform. Baiguan didn't expect such an unlucky thing to happen in the rain prayer ceremony, so they couldn't help but talk about it quietly.

The high priest stood on the altar and raised his sword, and the lord of the kingdom, who had been standing with his back straight, suddenly collapsed to the ground as if he had lost the support of his bones. The Imperial Forest Army next to him didn't have time to help, so he fell to the ground first and made a meat pad for the lord of the country. Everyone became even more flustered, the prince was just a nine-year-old child, and he was already crying with fright at the moment.

The High Priest cried out on the altar, "This is the revelation of the Divine King! The Divine Monarch does not accept our prayers, and we must continue to accept the punishment from Heaven because of him!" his sword pointed at the lord of the kingdom, who was on the ground, supported by the Guards.

"What is going on?"

"Could it be that the lord of the country is really rejected by the Divine Monarch?"

"Our Fire Phoenix Kingdom is really hopeless!"

The officials talked a lot, and some even knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

The high priest said on the altar, "Because he is a lord of the kingdom without Taoism, the rain prayer ceremony failed, and that is why the shrine maiden died. This is the Divine Monarch's warning, and his will is that the Fire Phoenix Kingdom must change its lord!"

Yu Shuai frowned, staring at the high priest who was making a big speech on the altar, and the prince was so frightened that he kept sobbing and leaned against Yu Shuai for protection.

Feng Shanyue didn't care what the high priest was saying, she looked at the charred black Fang Qingzhu, and was afraid for a while, fortunately, she had always felt that Fang Qingzhu was suspicious, so she exchanged the two magic robes while she was not paying attention. She didn't know what Fang Qingzhu was going to do to herself, she just thought that she would just let her eat the consequences. Who knew that this fruit was so terrible that it directly killed her.

Feng Shanyue lowered her head and sighed to herself, and suddenly saw a small cloth at her feet, which was the unburned magic robe on Fang Qingzhu's body. She picked up the piece of cloth and sniffed it to her nose, her eyes widening. Recalling the choking smell coming from when the archpriest sprinkled powder into the bronze tripod just now, Feng Shanyue looked back at the archpriest in disbelief, this person actually researched the formula for gunpowder?