As soon as they left, Mu Hanyan took out the "Eight Gates Divine Array", compared it with the sword casting on the sword, and concentrated on figuring it out. Burning Library

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"What the hell is going on, why is there even a fire in the ancestral hall, how are you guarding it!"

"We don't know what's going on, but all of a sudden it burns up, begging the head of the family for mercy, begging for the grace of the head of the family. Several of the guards were so frightened that they kowtowed vigorously, and their foreheads were covered with flesh and blood.

"The head of the family is angry, the ancestral hall has been growing for too long, and the candles are constantly burning all year round, just in time for the dry weather, it is inevitable that there will be a fire, but they can't be blamed all, and this is not the first time. The butler persuaded.

"Fortunately, I found it in time and didn't destroy the ancestral card, otherwise it would be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart if I killed you. Long Aoli glared at those people fiercely and scolded, "All of them are driven out of the Dragon Mansion, and they are replaced to guard the ancestral shrine. ”

The ancestral hall of the Long family has a history of nearly 100,000 years, and it is inevitable that there will be several accidents in the middle, and this time it is not a precedent, so he is angry and angry, but he didn't think much about it. In addition, the ritual of sacrificing to the gods was about to begin, and there were so many things in hand that it was impossible for him to put all his spirit on this matter, and he didn't track it down.

"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness. Several of the guards kowtowed as if they were on the verge of amnesty, and then retreated.

Long Wudang breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw this, and quietly glanced at Long Wuxian, who had led people to the ancestral shrine before, and after taking a look at the situation, Long Wuxian immediately ordered the entourage to escort back, the time was too short, and he didn't know if Mu Hanyan had succeeded.

Just poked out such a big Louzi, he didn't dare to ask, so he could only find the answer from Long Wuxian.

Then the crowd dispersed.

As soon as he returned to his yard, Long Wudang pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on Long Wucuo's movements, but unfortunately, after waiting for most of the night, he didn't hear the slightest abnormal sound.

It seems that I really missed it. Long Wudang secretly screamed, it was none of his business whether Mu Hanyan missed or not, what he was worried about was the Ten Thousand Ant Heart Devouring Pill.

"I've already done what I should have done, even her own ancestral hall has been set on fire, she shouldn't put the blame on me again, right? It's hard to say, that woman has no reason to talk about at all, maybe she really blames me, alas, how is this good?"

Alas, it would have been nice if I hadn't beaten An Xiaxin's idea at the beginning, and if I hadn't gone to Huayu City at the beginning, my impulse was really a devil, and I accidentally provoked such a bad star, and I accidentally got on her thief ship, and I was ...... if I wasn't careful. When tossing and turning, Long Gongzi once again felt deep remorse.

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In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight pierced through the darkness and sprinkled the infinite earth, the towering spire of the Tianyang Temple also sounded the melodious and desolate sound of the trumpet.

In front of the temple, in the huge square that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, the altar with a radius of 100 feet stands tall, and it looks particularly solemn in the golden morning light.

Today is the day when the ceremony is officially held.

A priest dressed in pale golden robes and old with his teeth out was chanting obscure words in his hoarse voice.

According to the laws of the temple, the color of the robes worn by the priests varied greatly depending on the level of cultivation and the level of the priesthood.

The priests of the gods wore black robes embroidered with white moire patterns to show their cultivation rank, while the chief priests of the twelve temples of the Tianyang Temple (Bao Chang Huayu Temple) wore white robes on formal occasions, and were also known as the white-robed chief priests among the people.

After cultivating to reach the priest of the divine heart, he wears a cyan robe embroidered with red moire to show the level of cultivation, and the chief priest of the five major temples such as the Temple of Life is the top powerhouse of this level, and he wears a red robe on formal occasions, which is called the red robe chief priest in the folk.

The next level is the Divine Soul Priest, wearing a purple robe, with a silver cloud pattern to represent the cultivation level, and the best of them is the Twelve Divine Blessing Priests known to Mu Hanyan, who wears silver robes on formal occasions to represent their identity.

As for the golden robes, they were only qualified to be worn by the Lord God.

The reason why there is such a clear distinction in clothing is because the priests of the temple mainly cultivate divine thoughts, and the strength is not as easy to distinguish as the swordsmen in the Holy Court Continent, and only when there is a difference in clothing can it be easier to reflect the high and low dignity between the priests.

The old priest in front of him, whose teeth were about to be lost, obviously could not be the chief priest, but according to the laws of the temple, the priest who presided over the grand ceremony could wear pale gold sacrificial robes to show solemnity, and he had such a special appearance.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the audience were prostrate on the ground, and they also sang in a low voice, in fact, even Mu Hanyan couldn't understand what the old man was singing, let alone them, and it was estimated that they would hum a few words, but their expressions were so pious, if they were to sacrifice their lives for the temple now, go up the knife mountain and go down the oil pot, it is estimated that no one would refuse.

At this time, Mu Hanyan was also dressed in a white sacrificial robe, sitting side by side with the other twelve chief priests, accepting the worship of hundreds of thousands of people below, although it was the first time to experience such a scene, but Miss Mu had also seen a lot of the world when she was in the Holy Court Continent, and she did not show the slightest anxiety, and she showed herself dignified and calm between her gestures, which made Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe behind them admire, they were all participating in such a grand ceremony for the first time, looking at the pious people below, the pride of being a priest was spontaneous, and her face was red with excitement and her whole body trembled。

Not far away, Long Wudang looked at Mu Hanyan pitifully with two panda eyes, and his intestines were about to break. Until now, he hadn't been able to see the slightest abnormality from Long Wuxian, and Mu Hanyan obviously missed. Judging from Mu Hanyan's unreasonable habits, it is likely that he will be blamed.

It's weird, it's weird, even if he is beaten again, he admits it, but the problem is that it's not as simple as being beaten, but the Ten Thousand Ants Heart Devouring Pill, just listen to the name, and know that it is a kind of poison, and it is not difficult to imagine how painful and terrifying it is when the poison is made.

It's a pity that the god sacrifice ceremony is very much in the spotlight, and he doesn't dare to see Mu Hanyan as a thief, and he has no chance to intercede, so he can only wait for the end of the god sacrifice ceremony to find an opportunity.

"God forbid, Mu Hanyan, don't say anything accidental, otherwise I will die. Long Wudang quietly glanced at Mu Hanyan again, and secretly prayed in his heart.

The old priest was still singing in a low voice on the stage, and the people below became more and more pious, almost lying on the ground, but Mu Hanyan was a little impatient, she had no faith in the temple at all, and she was about to fall asleep when she heard it.

"After the salute, get up. Finally, the old priest finished singing the last sentence of the sacrifice and said to the people below.

Mu Hanyan let out a long sigh of relief, and it was finally over.