The carriage slowly drove into an open field near the ancestral shrine.

"Shizi, it's here."

The coachman's voice sounded outside.

Lin Zhengyang lifted the azure curtain, stepped on the small wooden stool set up by the person and got out of the car.

Ancestor worship is a big thing, the Bohai Chen clan is scattered, a double marquis, three hundred years of the clansmen multiplied, just the genealogy is recorded there are more than 2,000 people.

At this time, there were already many horse-drawn carriages parked here one after another.

"These are all people from the sidelines, Shizi, please come with the minister."

The priest wearing a dark gold thread pattern robe walked over with a smile and greeted Lin Zhengyang.

When it comes to worshipping ancestors, all the children of the Chen family, no matter how far or near, always have to be present.

At this time of year, it is the priest who is in charge here.

They are the clergy of the true monarch of Bohai, and they are also the retainers of the Marquis of Bohai, so they can call themselves "little ministers".

Although the Chen family has two marquis, in fact, the momentum of the Marquis of Jinjiang is far inferior to that of the Marquis of Bohai.

After all, the Marquis of Bohai is the descendant, and the marquis is handed down from the son of the true monarch of Bohai, and the fief is a whole county.

The Marquis of Jinjiang is not only much shallow, but also has only three county towns in the fief, which is only a collateral feudal marquis, and he cannot meddle in the affairs of the ancestral hall, which can be regarded as a branch separated from the main line.

The ancestral hall, which is also a shrine, enshrines the gods of the ancestors of the Chen family in the past dynasties, and there is a family tree here.

Every time the children of the Chen family die, unless they commit a major crime, they will go to the True Monarch Divine Domain and enjoy the blessings after death.

People have yang longevity, ghosts have yin longevity, and when yin longevity is over, they still have to enter reincarnation, but before that, they can enjoy it in the True Monarch God Domain. Go to heaven after death, send twenty girls, and so on, slogans like this are just the imagination of mortals, and the real kingdom of God after death is much higher than this.

At least the Chen family knows that there is everything in the True Monarch Divine Domain, and most of them can be satisfied except for not sending twenty virgins, even if they want to be a king in the Divine Domain······· The premise is that you have to be eligible for that treatment.

The treatment after death has nothing to do with the status before death, and the children of the Chen family only take extra care, but it is also limited.

The clansmen who have not contributed anything can only work hard in the Divine Domain, and they are still civilians, but they are not sick and have no worries about food and clothing.

Still, in this day and age, these two things are what many people want with all their might········ After all, productivity is low, and there are many people who worry about food and clothing.

The affairs of worshipping ancestors were cumbersome, and the priest took Lin Zhengyang aside and began to prepare.

After a while, he wants to be an example, come forward to sacrifice, when to go, how to go, including how to sacrifice There are rules, and you need to memorize it in advance, and you can't be sloppy.

Entering a side hall, there was already an old-fashioned priest waiting here.

"Your Highness, next, I will tell you the order of this ancestor worship, you need to enter it alone to guard the spirits of your ancestors, and at that time, no matter what happens, it will be a test for you by the True Monarch."

"First of all, the time of the sacrifice ·······"

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Zhenjun Temple.

Blue glazed tiles, red lacquer stucco walls, marble paving, white marble masonry.

Quaint and chic, it is spectacular.

In the main hall, there are two rows of statues.

A solemn general, with a sword in one hand and armor, stood solemnly on the left side.

A well-mannered civil official, holding a scroll in one hand and a pen in the other, accompanied by a servant on the right side.

In the center, there is a sitting statue of Zhenjun, looking like a middle-aged man, with his hands clasped in front of his abdomen, pinching the meridian formula, looking into the distance, embarrassed, as if he is alive.

Outside the hall, Chen Ang, the Marquis of Bohai, who had changed into his usual civilian clothes and court clothes, was waiting for news.

Soon, the sound of footsteps was heard hurriedly.

A priest bowed his head and saluted:

"Your Majesty, the Son of the World has arrived."

Chen Ang opened his squinted eyes, like a tiger lying on its side, with a cold light.

"All ready?"

He asked softly.

The priest didn't dare to look up, but replied quietly:

"The fog is ready and ready to be activated at any time."

Chen Ang bowed his head slightly.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and asked again:

"What about the old way?"

The priest's body trembled, and he fell to his knees on the marble floor with a "plop", and then kowtowed violently.

"Sui Ming, Sui Ming worships him, he ········ He's gone········"

The marble was hard, and the priest kowtowed vigorously, and soon blood was left on his head.

Chen Ang's gray hair stood on end in anger, and his qi and blood surged, turning into an invisible shock wave, shaking the priest back three feet away, until he hit the carved pillar of the white marble and fell to the ground.

"Wow", the priest vomited blood, and replied weakly:

"Thank you······ Xie Junshang···· Forgiveness ·······"

"Humph!"

Chen Ang waved his hand violently, shedding a piece of clear light, stabilizing the injury of this priest, and shouted coldly:

"What did Ben Hou tell you? There are so many people, can't look at an old man who has been deprived of mana? ”

The priest barely held on to the pillar and knelt well, but he was involved in internal injuries, and his teeth were clenched in pain.

At that moment, he really hurt his viscera, but he was temporarily suspended by divine power and pressed down.

Fortunately, he himself is also a priest who serves the true monarch, and he also has the divine power of the true monarch, so he will not fall into the root of the disease after the recuperation.

At this moment, he himself invoked the holy power in his body to stop some of the injuries from deteriorating.

The priest coughed twice, smiled bitterly, and replied weakly:

"Your Majesty······ After all, Sui Ming was once the first person under the real person, even if the mana was abolished, he still had Qimen Dunjia, and he could take advantage of the blessings and disgraces, it was really not that I didn't do my best! ”

When Bohai Hou heard this, he didn't refute it, obviously agreeing with it.

Sui Ming Lao Dao, is also a generation of strange people, as early as when Chen Ang did not succeed to the throne, he fell in love with him at a glance, ran over, supported all the way, I don't know how many good strategies and good plans he pointed, strategizing, especially good at Xuanmen Mathematics, astrological divination.

is such a strange person, who pointed out Chen Hong's destiny for him at a glance, and made suggestions to transfer the destiny inherited by Chen Hong usurped by Lin Zhengyang to Chen Ang, and contribute to the great cause of the Chen family's overseas nation.

If it is not necessary, Chen Ang does not want to cut off his arm at this juncture.

What ·······

A few days ago, this old man didn't know what madness he had, and he heard that he had watched the stars all night, and the next day he actually came to the door to resign, saying that he wanted to beg for bones, plum wives and cranes, and live the rest of his life.

When I asked him why, he couldn't answer that he was ugly.

Isn't this a pit man?

The ritual you led is about to end, and it is the time when you can't get out, and at this time you have to leave, saying that you don't have ghosts, who believes you?

At the very least, you'll have to get this done, right?

It's not that we're inconsiderate of you, you're twenty years older than me, seventy or eighty, it's almost time to rest····· As long as this thing is done.

The result?

I was stunned and refused, I had to leave immediately, and I didn't want to say why.

It's easy to say it, but if he refuses, Chen Ang becomes suspicious······

After all kinds of persuasion failed, Chen Ang's decisive temperament came up, abolished the mana of Sui Ming Lao Dao in one go, ordered someone to guard it, and put him under house arrest in this temple.

Today, Chen Ang was angry and was about to summon him and listen to what he had to say.

I thought that after all, he was a monarch and minister for more than 20 years, even if there were some mistakes, looking at the past feelings, it was not impossible to be accommodating, who would have thought ······· Dozens of divine officials with magical powers and mana can't stand a sixty-year-old Taoist who has abolished the Dao!

"It's been twenty years, I really don't know he still has this ability······"

Chen Ang muttered to himself.

"I heard that he looked at the astrological signs a few days ago, and then suddenly thought about Zhishi, what did you find?"

The priest knelt on the cold marble floor, as if there was a piece of ice in his heart, and it was cold to his heart.

"Back to the king, there is no change in the stars, and the ministers are shallow, and they have not seen anything."

He replied cautiously, lest he make a mistake and be beaten to death by this gentleman.

Sui Ming Lao Dao, the former first person of the Hou Mansion's strategist, the old man who defected to this prince since he was the second son, I don't know how much credit he has made in the past 20 years, what is the end?

It's just a suspicion, so he made a decisive move, not to mention the waste of mana, and ordered someone to penetrate the pipa bone with an iron chain, lest he not be ruthless enough······

He was the one who did it, and he saw it with his own eyes.

Poor Sui Ming Lao Dao has lived seventy out of seventy, and his Taoism is almost a real person, and the magic power that he has practiced hard for most of his life has come to naught in one day, and his hair has turned gray that night, and even his appearance, which was originally maintained like a child, has become withered and decrepit.

It's chilling!

Although he didn't know what kind of madness this Sui Ming had, the handling of Bohai Hou in this matter really made the old minister deviate from morality.

The king regards the minister as a sibling, and the minister regards the king as the heart; The monarch regards the minister as a dog and a horse, and the minister regards the monarch as a countryman; The king regards his ministers as mustard, and the ministers regard him as an enemy.

The monarch chooses the minister, and the minister also chooses the king.

As soon as Bohaihou made this move, the people who dared to resign directly on the surface were no longer seen, and in private, there were many literati who hung up the print and left the book and ran away at night.

It fully explains their backbone.

Of course, there are not many literati who can have this backbone, and most people still wait and see.

The priest thought of these things in his heart, and Chen Ang, who was looking down at him from above, unconsciously surged with an irritable mood in his heart.

"That's it, you go, you must track down Sui Ming's whereabouts········ No, wait! ”

The irritable Chen Ang paced back and forth, and looked at the hall again.

The statue of the True Monarch was still looking into the distance, and there seemed to be a faint flash of spiritual light.

Finally, holding back the unwarranted irritability in his heart, he made a decision:

"Suiming's matter, put aside for the time being, the most important thing at the moment is the ceremony, you go and check it again, don't make a mistake."

"Especially Sui Ming, he once designed the entire ceremony, and now that the other person is gone, you have to guard against his personal revenge!"

A gust of yin wind suddenly rolled up from the hall, blowing a layer of light gauze curtain, covering the eyes of the true monarch.