may be because of the sacrifice in his heart, Feng Yunxi has already woken up before he can reach Zhaojue Temple.

The sedan chair was put down, and Feng Yunxi slowly walked off the sedan chair with the support of the maidservant.

At the gate of Zhaojue Temple, Fu Yin Xue Ning and the elders of Zhaojue Temple were already waiting again.

Feng Yunxi clasped his hands together towards the presiding officer of Zhaojue Temple who came to greet him, "Yunxi has seen the presiding. ”

"Amitabha." The presiding officer of Zhaojue Temple has gray eyebrows and looks old.

"Princess, the altar has been prepared, please move to the mountain behind Zhaojue Temple" Xue Ning on the side bowed down to Feng Yunxi and said.

Since the results of the discussion that day, Xue Ning has been dealing with relevant matters in Zhaojue Temple, just for today's sacrificial ceremony.

"Princess, please." The host also made a gesture of invitation.

The mountain behind Zhaojue Temple is the place where the altar was built.

Feng Yunxi nodded, followed the host towards the back mountain, and Xue Ning walked among the officials and followed.

The scenery of Zhaojue Temple is beautiful, even if it is about to enter winter, there are lush trees along the way, and there are many seasonal flowers.

The mountain behind Zhaojue Temple is very flat, and a high altar rises like a flat ground and is built here.

When Feng Yunxi and the others arrived, there were already a lot of officials and children of the clan gathered around the altar, and when they saw Feng Yunxi coming, they knelt down and saluted.

"See Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

There was no shortage of ministers, wealthy merchants, and wealthy families, all of whom were ordered to participate in this sacrifice.

Feng Yunxi's gaze swept over the people present, and he used his spiritual power: "Flat." ”

The sacrifice in the Eastern Continent has always been the top priority, and Feng Yunxi participated in and presided over the sacrifice for the first time, which naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Feng Yunxi walked towards the altar with a dignified demeanor, and he could clearly feel that countless scrutinizing eyes were gathered on him.

The altar is about ten meters high, and on the top of the altar, a large bronze bell hangs on it, and in the middle of the altar, an incense table is placed.

"Princess, please." The host saluted Feng Yunxi, and after speaking, he stepped aside.

Zhaojue Temple has the duty of guardian of the altar, but does not participate in the sacrifice.

Feng Yunxi nodded, looked at the sloping and high steps, and walked up.

Mu Yichen and Chu Junxiao followed closely behind, and then there were Wu'an Hou Zuo Jinpei and some important ministers.

There were about ten people in the group, Feng Yunxi took the lead, and the rest of the people under the altar raised their heads and watched their actions.

Halfway there, there is the place where the incense tripod is, which is a flat land.

In the past, Chu Junxiao presided over the sacrifice to reach this place.

There are incense candles on the incense table, and there is an incense burner without any incense.

Feng Yunxi stood still in front of the incense case, and immediately someone handed the incense to her, and there were other people who distributed the incense to the ministers.

There is no spiritual position in front of the incense case, and this worship is heaven and earth.

Although the Holy Spirit Continent is a world of spiritual power, people have to eat, so the rulers of the dynasty are most worried about people's livelihood.

After all, if you can't eat enough, how can you talk about cultivation.

And for ordinary people, cultivation is tantamount to strengthening the body, and more importantly, filling the stomach.

Feng Yunxi held incense in both hands, saluted respectfully, and then lifted the hem of the gorgeous dress on his body and knelt down.

With her kneeling, the ministers behind her and the people under the altar also knelt down.

After another respectful bow, Feng Yunxi stood up, and then inserted the incense in his hand into the incense burner.

Seeing this, the rest of the courtiers also inserted incense into the incense burner, and then stood respectfully behind Feng Yunxi.

"Princess, please ring the holy bell." Chu Junxiao took a step forward, and the holy bell is only the royal family can ring, and only the royal family is qualified to ring it.

Feng Yunxi raised his head slightly to look at the holy bell higher up, put his hands on his abdomen, and continued to walk towards it.

She was the only one who continued this distance, and the rest of them stayed where they were, waiting quietly.

In a sense, the bell is sometimes a symbol of royalty.

Once the Holy Spirit Continent was divided, this holy bell was a sacred relic of one of the countries, that is, the country where Emperor Feng was located.

Later, the Holy Spirit Continent was unified, and the Holy Bell became a holy relic of the entire Holy Spirit Continent through a certain degree of recasting, and now it is also from the Eastern Continent.

Chu Junxiao's eyes always followed Feng Yunxi, watching her walk towards the holy bell, and his heart was extremely excited.

Zuo Jinpei, who was beside him, had the green tendons on the back of his hand protruding from time to time, obviously hiding in his sleeves and secretly exerting force.

The rumors he had prepared with all his heart were actually resolved in this way, and it gave Feng Yunxi a boost.

Feng Yunxi walked on the top, but he didn't know what the people below thought.

But as he got closer and closer to the holy bell, Feng Yunxi gradually discovered that this tripod was different.

It seemed like an ordinary step, and with every step she took, she felt that there was a kind of resistance preventing her from approaching.

But this resistance did not affect her in any way, not like she didn't want her to get close to the bell, but like a test, hoping that she would not approach the bell so easily.

Feng Yunxi was getting closer and closer to the holy bell, and he could already see the inscriptions engraved on it.

Finally, she climbed onto the platform where the bell was located, and a bell that seemed to come from an illusion instantly sounded in her mind.

The girl who was resting in her mind was awakened in an instant, as if she had exploded, and looked around vigilantly, "Who wants to harm me!"

The bell rang all over my mind, and Yaya's little heart was about to jump out.

Feng Yunxi glanced at the high platform, although she couldn't see it really, but it was obvious that she was the only one who heard the bell.

Feng Yunxi stared intently at the holy bell hanging in front of him, and without the slightest shaking, it was able to make a sound.

"Are you a descendant of Feng Ze?" Suddenly, another illusory and vicissitudes of voice sounded.

This time, Feng Yunxi knew that this was saying to himself, only he could hear it.

"Exactly." Feng Yunxi replied.

Feng Ze is probably her father.

The last person to ring the bell was nineteen years ago, when her father rang it.

In this way, she should have been surnamed Feng.

Feng Yunxi looked at the holy bell, only to see that the body of the bell suddenly emitted a faint golden light, and three fonts that she didn't recognize gradually appeared in the blank space of the bell body, it was her name!

The golden light is very soft, but it is extremely wide-ranging.

Those who were far away on the ground could clearly see the golden light overflowing from the top of the altar.

"Holy Bell Golden Light! It's golden! ”

The eyes of the people in the audience showed astonishment and knelt down again.

As the name appeared, the golden light slowly disappeared, and no sound was heard.

Feng Yunxi waited for a few breaths, but there was no other movement, so he took down a bell pestle wrapped in red cloth from the small table next to him.

The bell pestle is only arm-length, and it is not at all suitable compared to the holy bell that is as tall as others.