After burning incense and praying, the Eastern Emperor, on behalf of the Heavenly Court, announced in public: "Back then, the Heavenly Court sentenced the Northern Emperor and the Northern Emperor's Mansion to the demons, which was really a great unjust case. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info now edict the Three Realms, thinking that Zhaoxue. ”

As soon as the voice fell, the audience applauded like thunder.

Wu Zhenjun announced the second item: "Public sacrifice to the heroic soul." ”

This is the most important part of the public festival, which is divided into two parts: first the reading of the prayer text, and then the soul of the hero.

The sacrificial text was personally drafted by Si Ming Xingjun, and it was written very touching. When the Eastern Emperor was reciting, he choked up several times and had to stop and make a slight adjustment before he could continue. When he finally finished reading the recitation, his face was full of tears, and he couldn't cry.

Feng Shun and Mu Wan's brother and sister made a formal salute of thanks.

The Southern Emperor and the Western Emperor returned the salute on behalf of the Heavenly Court, and both responded with tears: "Ashamed." ”

Infected by the altar, the audience is also mournful.

The first link is over, and the next link is a ritual led by the Tianshu Palace. Because of the Northern Emperor, Heavenly Court used the highest specification, that is, eight or nine hundred and seventy-two meritorious immortals practiced at the same time. Coupled with the nine Star Monarchs such as the Do'er Star Monarch who was in charge of the sweeping formation, it just made up the number of ninety-nine.

In this way, the pomp and circumstance of the ritual is quite large. Therefore, the three immortal emperors such as the Eastern Emperor, as well as the Fengshun brothers and sisters, all retreated to the viewing area under the stage, leaving the entire main altar empty.

For this ceremony, Du Er Xingjun has been preparing for more than a month.

At first, he wanted to make this ritual the most perfect in order to win the favor of the Lord Qingdi - at that time, he didn't know that the Lord Qingdi was the reincarnation of Feng Yuanjun Niangniang. He tried his best so hard to see that the Lord Qingdi was worthy of the name of the heir of the Northern Emperor, and he was very courteous to Fengshun.

However, later, the Blue Emperor knew that he was once the lackey of the Heavenly Emperor, and still let him participate in the Purple Hui Pavilion Meeting, and still entrusted him with important tasks. He was really touched. Looking back on the flies and dogs of the camp over the years, he couldn't help but sweat coldly-unconsciously, he completely lost his heart and gradually deviated on the fairy road!

Fortunately, the demons have not yet arisen, and now it is not too late to reflect on it.

So, now, he is sincerely trying to do this Dharma well.

This is true not only of him, but also of the true monarchs and immortals who participated in this ritual - although the "Code of Immortal Officials" is still in the public announcement stage and has not yet been officially implemented, however, the process of formulating detailed rules for various departments is not a collective self-reflection and torture of the Dao heart for most immortal officials? The reversal of the atmosphere of the Heavenly Court is a good proof of this.

The Tao comes from the heart. Nine hundred and eighty-one people, each showing their magical powers. As a result, the main altar was magnificent, like the rising sun.

All the people present were deeply moved. The eyes that always drift in the direction where Mu Wan is are also much less.

At the end of the ceremony, the Dingtian ruler burst out with a soft golden light, like golden quicksand pouring down, enveloping the white tablet.

After about ten breaths, the golden light faded. The ruler was restored as before. However, the white tablet is like a red gold cast, shining in the sun.

This is something that no one expected-Heavenly Dao actually used such a way to solemnly praise the Northern Emperor and the heroic spirits of the Northern Emperor's Mansion.

Yes, all the people were stunned. There was silence on and off the stage.

After a few breaths, the scene burst into thunderous applause. The cheers of the people resounded in the sky.

Wu Zhenjun was very excited, waved his arms to the people with a red face, and announced loudly: "Licheng." ”

The meritorious immortals who had finished the ritual stood in two rows. Do'er Xingjun held the tablet in both hands and slowly passed through the middle of them. Along the way, the meritorious immortals performed formal salutes.

Du Er Xingjun got off the altar and walked in front of Feng Shun and Mu Wan.

The two brothers and sisters first saluted and thanked them, and then, Feng Shun Du Xingjun took the tablet in his hand, held it on his chest, and turned around to leave the venue.

Mu Wan was one step behind him and thanked all the people on and off the stage.

Dongdi and others returned the salute one after another.

Before, Feng Shun and Mu Wan had already discussed. After the end of the public sacrifice, the tablet welcomes back to the palace of the Northern Heavenly Realm: first, the Qingdi Mansion is an official residence, not a private house, and the tablet is enshrined, which is not in line with the ceremony; Second, the mansion in the Northern Heaven Realm was originally the mansion of the Feng family built by their brother and sister. The groundbreaking ceremony was completed by the brother and sister together. The father died, and the position of the immortal emperor was no longer there. The two brothers and sisters welcomed him as the ancestor of the Feng family, and his soldiers went home together.

Therefore, on the return trip, Mu Wan abandoned the dragon chariot and sat in the smooth car.

However, at this time, whether it was the chariots and guards waiting outside the main altar, or the fleet of General Zhiyuan docked on the dock far away, they all went to their best and changed into festive costumes.

On the side of Heavenly Court, the Eastern Emperor and the others secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

This is the ritual of the Heavenly Court - after the public sacrifice ceremony, the family members usually express their gratitude to the Heavenly Court and reach an understanding with the Heavenly Court in this way.

Of course, family members can also continue to wear linen and filial piety, greet the tablet, and leave the venue. Just by doing that, it means that the family members are not satisfied with the public memorial ceremony and are unwilling to forgive the heavenly court.

And today's public sacrifice ceremony, whether it is from the preparations, specifications, or from the attitude of the heavenly court, the effect of the public sacrifice and other aspects are impossible to find out.

Although the grief in the hearts of the brother and sister is still there, Heavenly Court has made the greatest compensation in this matter. Besides, the fact that the Heavenly Dao was able to confer special honors by fixing the Heavenly Ruler was largely due to the fact that the transcendent Dharma was really well done and reached the realm of the unity of heaven and man.

Everyone is doing this sincerely, and the past is gone, so why should the two brothers and sisters cling to the past?

It's really not apathy.

The life span of an immortal is so long, and the path of immortality is difficult. This means that they don't know how many vicissitudes they have to go through in their lives. If they can't live open-mindedly with the heart of looking forward to everything, will their lives go on?

Mu Wan returned to the Northern Heavenly Realm with the wind. In the backyard of the Feng family's mansion, there is an ancestral shrine. The tablet was directly invited into the ancestral shrine and enshrined.

Yesterday, Xiangxiang had come here and set it up. The sacrifices and ritual utensils were all properly prepared.

However, this time, it was not the merit immortal who was invited from the outside to do the thing, but Mu Wan did it herself.

When he was preparing before, when Feng Shunchu heard it, his first reaction was to question - isn't Ah Mei a sword immortal? Will you do things?

However, the next breath, he smiled and patted his forehead. He almost forgot that before Ah Mei was reincarnated, he cultivated a meritorious immortal. At that time, no matter what she calculated, she was inaccurate. Another time, it wasn't even calculated. However, when he started doing the Dharma, he was decent, and he was a qualified meritorious immortal. Therefore, before Ah Mei got married, during the New Year's Festival, the rituals in the house were all presided over by Ah Mei.

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen the presiding priest of Ah Mei for nearly a thousand years, and he was quite looking forward to it.

Feng Shun put the tablet back on the big red offering table, and then stepped aside.

Xiangxiang took the big red with them, arranged the sacrifices in a slippery manner, then retreated, lined up in two lines, and stood with his hands down.

At this time, Mu Wan had already changed into a bright yellow gossip robe, wearing a lotus golden crown on her head, and stepping on the Eight Treasures Cloud Shoes, completely dressed as a meritorious immortal.

There are no complicated rituals and tricks on the main altar. She stood in the open space in front of the offering table, first straightening her crown and tidying up her appearance. Then, bow to the four directions.

When she had finished her salute, she stood facing the tablet again, clasping her hands into a mantra and singing an old tune in her mouth.

Feng Shun couldn't understand it - was this chanting a mantra? Why are there no words?

Just as he was about to question it, he suddenly found that the voice of Mu Wan's chant had turned into a substance—colorful, large and small points of light. The big one is not much bigger than the little finger. Small, about the same as mung beans.

After a while, such points of light flew everywhere in the entire ancestral hall, like a fantasy.

Beautiful!

All the people in the room, including the wind, were dumbfounded—the Lord was doing the work at this time to place the tablets. As far as they know, the whole ritual should be carried out in two steps, first "town house" and then "requiem". This is one of the most commonly used rituals. However, it is really unheard of to make it look like this, okay!

Even Xiangxiang couldn't help muttering in her heart: Sister shouldn't be too excited and recite the wrong spell, right?

At this moment, Mu Wan's chanting became much softer, and at the same time, his hands released the fingers he had pinched before, and played a series of fingers, flying like flowers.

In an instant, everyone felt like a spring breeze, and it was like three or nine days, lying on a high haystack and basking in the sun.

All over the body, every pore is comfortably bubbling! I couldn't have felt more comfortable!

But it's not over yet!

In the next breath, the entire ancestral hall really seemed to be blown by a spring breeze. Those large and small, colorful points of light bloomed like epiphany.

"Wow-", Da Hong and the others couldn't help but exclaim in the end, after all, their cultivation was lower.

......The "flowers" that bloom are so delicate that they are comparable to the soaphorn bubbles that blow out. Everywhere they exhaled, the "flowers" burst one after another.

They quickly came back to their senses, and one by one they quickly covered their mouths with their hands.

Within three breaths, the ancestral shrine is full of flowers, purple and red. The flower garden in the Qingdi Mansion was suddenly compared to slag.

It's just beautiful to cry, there is wood!

At this time, Feng Shun finally understood - that's right, Ah Mei is doing things to place the tablet, and it is definitely a fake. However, Ah Mei's Taoism has reached a level that he can't imagine. An ordinary small ritual matter, she waved it with her hands, but it turned reality into reality.

While thinking about it, Mu Wan's hands had already finished pinching. Her free and easy left and right hand each threw out a flowing cloud sleeve and shouted: "Licheng!" ”

The house is full of blooming flowers.

Inside the ancestral shrine, it is back to normal. The blooming flowers and the fragrance that filled the room disappeared cleanly. They were the only ones standing there dumbfounded. It was like a hallucination.

"It's so exciting!" Feng Shun praised from the bottom of his heart.

Earlier, he thought that the ritual on the altar was already breathtaking. Now, however, he has only learned what the true ultimate is!

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