Danqing was still racking his brains about how to get in touch with Yan Dui and how to give him this antidote pill, but at this time, Yan Dui came out of it over the wall.

Danqing was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly ran forward, "Your Highness, how do you know that I am waiting outside?" ”

Seeing that it was Danqing, Yan Duan was indeed a little surprised, but it was reasonable to think about it again. Danqing is Lu Chang'an's entourage, and Liu Yunxiang must have known a lot about the Witch God Temple from him.

"Now that she knows that I have entered the temple of witches, she will find a way to find this place, and then send someone to meet me."

This is a tacit understanding that belongs only to their husband and wife.

Danqing scratched his head, not understanding this tacit understanding, but he still hurriedly took the antidote pill that Liu Yunxiang handed over to him to Yan Dui.

"How did she get this antidote pill?"

You must know that he has worked hard to gain the trust of the Holy Maiden, but he has not yet obtained this antidote pill.

"Niangniang said that it was left by my prince."

"Left by Lu Changan?"

"Yes."

Yan Duan sighed deeply, feeling Lu Changan's powerlessness that he wanted to eradicate the Witch God Temple, but he had to take care of the overall situation.

This person, many times, made him have to admire.

"Tomorrow is the festival of sacrifices, and you will do as I tell you."

The next day, the sacrificial ceremony of the Witch Temple.

Compared with the high platform of a house in the Witch God Temple, Hongxuan's side is really simple, and he only uses a few wooden boxes to build a platform. Although he was playing with a peachwood sword and burning charms, he made a lot of trouble, but there were few people in front of the stage.

On the other hand, the statue of the witch god rose to the high platform surrounded by white robes and gray robes, and landed on Xuanwu's back.

Tens of thousands of people looked forward to it, with piety and anticipation in their eyes.

As the white robes and gray robes sat cross-legged on the high platform to protect the Dharma, the people also sat down, crossed their hands, and silently recited the true scriptures of the witch god.

It can be seen that the influence of the witch god in Panlong City, and the Taoist inheritance of eternity is really not worth mentioning here.

Hongxuan played a full set, and finally looked up to the sky and shouted, praying for rain from heaven. Then, he retreated to Liu Yunxiang's side and sighed.

"I was jumping and shouting over there, knowing that I was begging for rain by opening the altar, and thinking I was crazy if I didn't know."

Liu Yunxiang smiled, "It's just for show, and you'll have your attention later." ”

"They obviously believe in witch gods more."

"Whoever asks for rain, the people believe."

Saying that, Liu Yunxiang raised his head and looked up at the sky, the dark clouds were rolling, and the damp wind was hanging coldly, it really looked like it was going to rain.

But this kind of weather actually happens a lot, but in Panlong City, it hasn't rained for more than a year.

"Are you accurate in your calculations, will it really rain today?" Liu Yunxiang couldn't help asking.

"You don't believe in the Poor Way?"

"If there's a case, it's going to be a big mess."

Hongxuan faced the wind, closed his eyes, breathed slowly, and then observed the dark clouds in the sky, and said, "There will be rain in an hour." ”

Hearing Hongxuan say this, Liu Yunxiang relaxed slightly, and then she looked at the high platform in the distance, and the holy woman in red robes came up surrounded by several white robes.

She stood in front of the stage, and all the white and gray robes and the people saluted her, and she raised her hand, and the people got up.

"The witch god was a woman before he ascended to become a god, do you believers know it?" She asked, standing on the stage.

"Yes." Respond in unison.

The holy woman nodded, "The witch god has mercy and sacrifices herself to benefit all beings, she is the god of our Xizhou, after all, she will always protect our Xizhou." ”

"The gods of the Western State! The gods of the Western State! The people shouted.

"Last year, due to the selfishness of some people, they angered the witch god, causing a drought in Panlong City and no harvest. Today, we need to move the witch god with a pious heart, and ask her to calm her anger and rain for me in Panlong City. ”

"Rain! Rainfall! ”

"The witch god is tolerant of all things, so he will naturally forgive Panlong City, as long as today's sacrifice can be carried out smoothly."

"Those who sacrifice indiscriminately are the public enemies of my Panlong City!"

One shouted, and the others followed.

The holy woman raised her hand in satisfaction and announced, "The sacrifice ceremony begins!" ”

Over there, the white robes and gray robes got up and recited the scriptures around the high platform, and the people followed suit, reverently chanting the scriptures with their hands together, and the sound came like a tidal wave.

Hongxuan listened carefully, pouted and said: "What heaven and earth are big, everything is void, I think they have rummaged through Buddhist scriptures and Taoist scriptures, picked a sentence in the east, copied a sentence in the west, and became the so-called Bible of the witch god." ”

Liu Yunxiang raised his chin at Hongxuan, "You can start too." ”

Hongxuan often has no believers in front of his stage, so he let out a long sigh and continued to sing a one-man show.

Over there, Yan Dui had already changed into white robes and carried the thirty children to the altar with these believers.

There is a hollow under the altar, which is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

Thirty children sat side by side on the ground, white and gray, and recited sutras to them.

Yan Du also sat in it, he looked at the child in front of him, his breathing was extremely weak, and his face was bruised, his body was stiff, and if he didn't look closely, he looked like a dead corpse.

After chanting the scriptures, the white robes and gray robes bent down, caressed the child's face with their hands, and finally kissed them on the forehead.

"You are all lucky, the witch god chose you to be the Holy Son, and since then you have soared to become gods, free from the eight hardships and tribulations."

A white robe said, looking at these children, his eyes were full of love. Then she walked up to a child and bent down again to caress the child's face, showing a little reluctance.

Another white robe comforted: "He is no longer your son, but a noble Son, and you should be honored for him." ”

Yan Du was secretly shocked that this child was actually the son of the white robe, and she really believed in these nonsense words, and actually sent her own son.

It jumped up, slamming the plank overhead.

The white robe brought many small buckets, one for each of them. Yan Dusk also got one, and looked down to see that there was a knife in the barrel.

"Let the blood of these children flow into the wooden barrel, remember that there is not a drop left, and then pour the stabbing blood in your hand into the blood hole behind the Xuanwu, so that the witch god can enjoy it, and can take the souls of these children and take them to soar."

The white robe explained, then took out the short knife in the bucket, pulled up the wrist of the child in front of him, and was about to cut it at it.

The others did the same, picking up their knives.

At this moment, Danqing rushed in with someone.

On the high platform, the holy woman sat cross-legged in front of the tall statue of the witch god, and everyone circled around her, and everyone regarded her as a god, exuding awe.

And as the ceremony continued, the white-robed believers carried buckets of bright red blood to the stage and poured the blood into the blood hole on Xuanwu's back.

The saint's eyes were starry, and she couldn't suppress her excitement, as if it was not the witch god who enjoyed the blood, but her.

She looked at the sky again, and just waited, waited, and cast a spell to rain.

At this time, white smoke suddenly rose from under the high platform, as if something was burning.