Under the pale sky, the peaks and peaks stand steeply, the mountains are as black as iron, revealing solemnity and solemnity. The red sun was rising, the mist was beginning to open, and the bare rock walls and cliffs were dyed red by the faint light.

In the confusing brilliance, the Bafang Dading stood proudly between heaven and earth with three legs.

Dingkou derives two ears, the tripod body is born on eight sides, the eight sides are seen differently, on the pitch-black Ding wall, there are all kinds of ancient and mysterious creatures, there are strange-looking three-legged birds, two-color auspicious clouds that are difficult to find, strange and blooming magical flowers, complex and born, small tripod body, all-encompassing, endless, seems to have the meaning of endless.

"At the beginning of the flood in the past, the confusion, the five elements were not lucky, the two were not clear, which stood upright, there was no voice, the emperor of the gods came out of the royal Xi, the beginning of the judgment of turbidity and clearness, the sky and the earth were people, and the group of things was ......"

The minister of the chief priest tripod, a majestic official robe, stood on the jade platform of the Bafang Dading, and was shouting congratulations.

The other ministers held incense sticks in their hands, and arranged them in an orderly manner under the jade platform of the Bafang Dading, their movements were standardized, their expressions were solemn, and they did not dare to make any mistakes.

Zhang Jingchun was on the side, and found that the soldiers guarding were holding a halberd to look at the jade platform, so he breathed a sigh of relief, shook his legs, raised his arms, and looked east and west, trying to relieve the pressure of Fang Cai's high tension.

Glancing at the scenery, his mouth was full of thoughts: It's strange, why are there so few soldiers stationed around?

After listening to the strange words for a long time, and not knowing when he would stop, he glanced impatiently at the minister who had congratulated him, and a golden sun shone on the big ding behind the man, stabbing him so much that he could hardly open his eyes.

It's a good thing, people haven't seen clearly, and their eyes are almost blind. However, he always felt that the accent of the congratulatory was somewhat familiar, and he couldn't help but tilt his head, trying to see the man's face clearly.

No way! Is it empty?

The moment the sun dimmed, the person saw it clearly, but he saw it a little doubtfully.

He couldn't help but beat the official next to him, no matter who it was. He wanted to verify: "Hey, hey, who is the person who said the congratulations!" ”

was extremely unhappy, the official suddenly had a gloomy face, rolled his eyes, and hated in his heart: Where did the stinky monk come from?

After not saying a word for a long time, Zhang Jingchun couldn't help but pull back his gaze, looked at him, and happened to meet two white rainbows, he pulled down his face in a dejected manner, pouted and chanted: "Didn't you just hit you?" As for ......"

He didn't care, continued to suffer, and asked, "Who is that person?" Say it and don't die! ”

The official bit his lip, he couldn't bear it anymore! If he goes down like this, he's going to fall! On such an important occasion, if he makes some moths, I am afraid that his career in half of his life will be ruined in the hands of this stinky monk!

Helplessly, he pinched the incense stick in his hand, gritted his teeth and said faintly: "Isn't it your ceremonial servant Zhang Kong!" Damn the enemy! ”

After holding his breath and cursing, he stopped looking at him.

Zhang Jingchun's whole person froze instantly, the person in charge of this sacrifice is really Zhang Kong?!

He couldn't be more familiar with this person, Qin Huai's spring sacrifice tripod, the official sent by the imperial court every year to preside over the priest's sacrifice tripod is Zhang Kong, he is every year, year after year, and he has some friendship with him.

He is just a tendon, a dead brain, one is one, a little unkind, every time he wants to bribe him, he is a hot face and a cold ass.

To say that it sounds good, that is, it is a good official who is upright, no matter how good it sounds, and everyone praises it.

Fang just followed all the way, and he also estimated all the way, and guessed that the slaughter of the refugees in Li Min Mountain by the werewolves last night was probably because of the sacrifice.

But if Zhang Kong was in charge, how could he lead the werewolves to kill his fellow people?

Zhang Kong's old mother believed in Buddhism all her life, and half of her life hoped to take refuge in Jinming Temple, and Zhang Kong was also Qinhuai's famous filial piety, and his old mother's hope was naturally his hope.

Even if it is the emperor's order this time, no matter what, he will never attack Jinming Temple!

Zhang Jingchun began to panic in his heart, and now it seems that there are other people who slaughtered the refugees.

So, who are they? Why did they do this before the sacrifice?

He stood on tiptoe, regardless of the fact that he looked far away in front and behind the entire Bafang Dading, how could he not find the werewolf who washed the Jinming Temple in blood yesterday, not even one.

For some reason, he had a sense of foreboding, and he always felt that something was strange, because of the soldiers? Looking at the grass and trees on the hillside in the distance, I felt that the grass and trees were all soldiers.

"The emperor listens to him, he is righteous and pro-family, and his son is ambiguous: there is no reason to Shen, and he is listed in the book: Thai number respect, and Chen Yubo is respected: Yanhe Hongren."

With the last greeting falling, Emperor Mocang finally walked out from under the umbrella of Huang Luo, compared to before, Emperor Mocang seemed to have changed his outfit at this time.

Strange clothing aside, the helmet alone was enough for him to laugh for a long time, the black silk cloth under the helmet covered a small part of his face, and there were two beast hairs stuck on the top, which was about two feet high! It's not enough to bring such a thick helmet, you have to add a wolf head mask!?

Is he afraid of the cold and the wind and freezing? Or do you need shade for fear of the sun?

The etiquette and manners of this wind man can't help but make people laugh when they are carefully studied!

That's right, Fengren only pretends to kill in his heart, where do you know what beauty and ugliness are?

Zhang Jingchun was distracted for a while, and found that the rows of officials had been divided into two columns, and a road was vacated in the middle for Emperor Mocang to walk on the jade platform.

He only heard the soldiers behind him kneeling down in a hurry, so frightened that he panicked to learn the appearance of an official, and immediately bent his body low and low, so low that he could only see a pair of boots!

Because of his hunchback and lameness, he always had to deal with this kind of thing more difficult than others, and it took him less than two snaps of his fingers to sweat profusely, while he could only remain motionless, stiff and restrained.

Seeing that the pair of boots embroidered with dark black dragons were slowly approaching, the deer in his heart suddenly ran wildly, and his whole body trembled and trembled.

Suddenly, he always felt that someone touched him lightly behind his back, and he didn't stand firmly, and instantly rolled into a ball......

"Ouch hey!"

As if hitting a wall, his bumpy body happened to be blocked by something, and before he could really realize the seriousness of the matter, there was already an uproar in his ears! "Oh! Oh, my God! ”

His eyes widened in horror, and he found himself clutching a pair of black boots, and the dark black dragon was staring at him with blood-red eyes!

In an instant, he could clearly feel those feet shake suddenly, and he raised his head in a daze, and looked up tentatively!

Suddenly, the sound of soldiers in my ears brushed up. "Bold!"

Without hesitating, he suddenly let go of the dragon boots, moved his knees, took a few steps back, and exclaimed, "Oops! I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it! "Bookbag nets

Two soldiers rushed over and jerked him off the ground, waiting for the Mocang Monarch to give orders.

Finished! Finished! Finished!

Zhang Jingchun was going crazy, and a voice suddenly came from the jade platform. "Your Majesty, the time has come to sacrifice to the heavens, and if you delay it any longer, the gods are afraid that they will be blamed!"

Under the wolf's head mask, Emperor Mocang did not speak, but just waved his hand at the soldier and signaled to retreat.

Zhang Jingchun was dragged aside, and he saw Emperor Mocang stepping on his steps and continuing to march, heading straight to the jade platform.

His gaze suddenly darkened, and every unbelievable look, every precarious movement, composed of intuition, told him that this was not right!

The sudden strange atmosphere around him made him a little breathless, and in the afterglow, he always felt that a pair of eyes were hiding in the dark and quietly peeking at everything!

Unexpectedly, inadvertently, he found that on the mountain in the distance, the familiar gaze of Bai Bait and Jiang Li suddenly projected!

"He's found us!"

The white bait, which was lying in the grass, removed the branches and leaves that were covered, and turned away from the road.

"Don't worry! He can't die with that rotten life! ”

His tone was resolute, with an inexplicable ruthlessness.

A pair of sharp eyes stared at it to the fullest, obviously the focus was not on Zhang Jingchun, after hesitating for a moment, she still opened her mouth: "Do you want to take this opportunity to do it?" ”

His eyes flashed with a knife-like light, and every wisp of sharpness firmly locked the Bafang Dading - a richly dressed woman handed the burning sandalwood in her hand to the hands of the Mocang Emperor, and a man dressed mysteriously with a mask stood quietly aside, his eyes unpredictable.

He suddenly remembered the two unknown sedan chairs on the mountain road.

It turns out that they are the mysterious visitors!

"Yesterday the werewolves were menacing, and today Emperor Mocang personally climbed the mountain to worship the Ding, but the precautions do not seem to be high, but I am afraid that there is fraud in this. I feel that this trip is inappropriate! ”

Her worries are growing!

"Indeed—no!" He replied slowly.

He couldn't think of why Li Sang Feijing and General Shen Yin appeared in front of the Bafang Dading in this way, in front of Emperor Mocang, what did they want to do? What exactly are they trying to do?

"Will leave the ......" Suddenly, Bai Bait's heart chuckled suddenly, and he gently touched Jiang Li's arm, his gaze was almost dull.

Following Bai Bait's line of sight, he found that on the right side of the two of them, at a short distance, several werewolves were lurking on the top of the mountain.

"You can't sacrifice on this day! Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely no ......"

In the distance, a monk rushed onto the jade platform.

"Wait! There is a case! "A werewolf blocked.

"Why is this stinky monk again!"

The werewolf stared at the figure standing in front of the Mocang Monarch in the distance, and his sinister and vicious gaze became more and more intense.

"A lot of people died in the mountain yesterday, and the ghosts gathered in the sky above Limin Mountain has not dispersed, so it is not appropriate to worship the sky at this time!"

Bai Bait frowned, his face full of incredulity.

"How did Zhang Jingchun go up? He's dead! ”

Jiang Li said coldly: "Fool! Bring sand to the beach! ”

In front of the Bafang Dading.

Seeing that the wind man wanted to draw his sword, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites immediately stood out, and the robe swept over Zhang Jingchun's face, and angrily reprimanded: "Dare to disrupt the people!" Don't get out of the way yet! ”

"No, no, you can't sacrifice ......" The old people reunited, and the tacit understanding was undiminished, but this time, Zhang Jingchun had to go against Zhang Kong's intentions.

Before noon, I heard that the purpose of his trip with Bai Bait was to "kill the king", and today they saw Emperor Mocang, and they would definitely want to take a risk, but how did they know that this was a trap set between werewolves!

The small Bafang Dading is already treacherous, and once they make a move, they will definitely die here!

Right now, even in the face of this sky-high risk, we have to give them some warnings! They must not be allowed to die in vain!

"This officer orders you to step down!"

"Humph! I don't! ”

The situation became more and more intense, and just when Bai Bait was at a loss, she found that on the hill on the right, the werewolf's bow and arrow had been erected, and the strings moved slightly, and the sharp arrow was suddenly aimed at Zhang Jingchun!

Before the arrow left the string, the loud sound had shocked the sky!

"Will leave! Now what! ”

His eyes froze in two places, and he held down the golden dart that was about to fly with his backhand, "Wait!" ”

As soon as the words fell, in the cold wind, the cold ice feather arrows came out in shock!

His pupils constricted, and in front of the Bafang Dading, the figure he hated to the bone finally fell off the jade platform, and the black rolling dragon robe instantly bloomed a blood flower in the air!

Under the jade stage, the corners of Mo Cang's mouth were hooked, and he smiled triumphantly.

Father, father, this is all your son's work!