The joint sacrifice of heaven and earth is the most important ritual of the feudal dynasty, and it is also the exclusive right of the Son of Heaven.

Among them, the highest level of the ceremony is to enshrine Zen, but generally the Son of Heaven does not have this qualification, unless he has immortal merits, or his face is thick enough.

Regardless of the ancient period, only seven emperors in history, Qin Shi Huang, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Guangwu of the Han Dynasty, Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty, Wu Zetian, Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Zhenzong of the Song Dynasty, held a formal canonization of Chan.

The second is the southern suburbs festival, which is the most solemn regular ceremonial ceremony of the Chinese Dynasty, and the practice of the Great Song Dynasty is generally once every three years.

This kind of serious festival is large-scale, complicated in procedure, and extremely strict in terms of etiquette.

But Zhao Mengqi's sacrifice is obviously not serious, the time is wrong, the place is wrong, there is no guard of honor, no music and dance, and even the sacrifices are not normal.

Of course, Zhao Mengqi doesn't care about this, anyway, the main goal has been achieved, and all that remains is to put on a show and improve the confidence of the people in fighting the disaster.

However, Zhao Mengqi didn't plan to fool around at will, after all, he had heard of "actor's self-cultivation". qs

After another short drum and trumpet sound, Zhao Mengqi bowed to the four directions, and finally faced due north, kneeling three times and bowing nine times upright.

"Minister Zhao Yu, sacrifice on behalf of my father, and I am sincerely afraid to tell Emperor Haotian and the gods of the Quartet."

"Only the heavens benefit the people, the heavens are remote, the heavens are revealed, and the kind of people are revealed."

"Emperor Fuwei Heavenly Heaven, bestow blessings and auspiciousness in the Three Realms, condescend to the high and listen to the humble, and be the true ruler of the Ten Directions."

"Since the ministers ascended the throne, respected the legacy of the ancestors, sympathized with the sufferings of the people, cured the five qis, the five arts, soothed the people, lived in all directions, split the mountain passage, and did not taste peace."

"However, in today's Great Song Dynasty, internal and external troubles, ills and diseases, natural and man-made disasters are frequent."

"In this time of crisis, I hope that the Emperor of Heaven and the gods of the four directions will protect you, so that the world will be peaceful, the country and the people will be safe, and the gods of the four seasons will be replaced in an orderly manner, and the wind, rain, frost and snow will come from time to time."

"The heavens are silent but there is faith, the earth is silent and things are made, I pray that the land of China, the five grains are abundant, the six animals are prosperous, the people are free from hunger and cold, and the society is free from the disaster of war and fire."

"I will use the sacrifice to tell you, but God will show you, and I will be honored forever. Feast!"

After reciting the sacrificial text, Zhao Mengqi bowed again and got up silently.

In Zhenze Tower, the gentlemen shook their heads, and they were very dissatisfied with the sacrifice of King Yan.

"Worship to God, there are always only those who say good things, but our Highness is good, complaining about the suffering, and daring to ask God......

"I can only say that King Yan is really arrogant!"

"If you ask someone to do something, you must have the attitude of asking someone to do something, this "great gift" is not said with your mouth, you are empty-handed, not to mention the gods, even we mortals are too lazy to take care of him."

"Hehe, be careful to let King Yan hear, otherwise I will borrow your head as a "big gift"."

"Heh, our Luo family is different from the Liu family, the poetry heirloom is a family heirloom, and he can't kill innocents indiscriminately."

"Hahaha, if you want me to say, this Yan King is so perfunctory, I'm afraid that not only will his wish come true, but it will also backfire."

At this time, perhaps it was the heavenly spirit who was very dissatisfied with such a hasty ritual sacrifice and began to exert his might.

As soon as Zhao Mengqi stood up, the celestial phenomena suddenly changed.

The dark clouds pressed down, devouring the little light.

The wind was so strong that the trees swayed wildly, the branches and leaves were detached, and they were swept into the sky, and the flags in the hands of the soldiers were blown to the ground, and even the roof tiles rattled.

The rain also became more violent, as if it was pouring down directly from the air, and all the canopies were like nothing, and they became useless, and all the people outside were no different from soaking directly in the river, and it was difficult to even open their eyes.

A whirlwind hit the altar, blowing the heads of the three fathers and sons of the Liu family into a dripping roll, and then spiraling and rolling, rising higher and higher, and then disappeared.

At this time, Zhao Mengqi was also difficult to stand firmly, so he hurriedly pulled out his saber, thrust it into the floor, used it as a bolt, and held it firmly on his knees, so as to stabilize his body.

Fortunately, this is a heavy sword used in actual combat and was not broken, which prevented Zhao Mengqi from becoming the first crown prince in history to die in free fall.

In the audience, Wanwan Zhao and a few people noticed his danger, and they were so anxious that they opened their mouths and shouted in the face of the storm, "Fourth brother, hurry down and ......

It's just that even if they shouted hoarsely, as soon as they spoke, they were torn apart by the wind and disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Mengqi naturally couldn't hear it, and even if he did, he couldn't go down at this time, unless he fell.

In a hurry, Qian Duo even rushed to the altar recklessly, as if he was planning to run up to rescue Zhao Mengqi.

But she is a little lady, although she can't be said to be as weak as a willow, but this body can't resist the strong wind at this time, and after running a few steps, she fell to the ground and was half covered in mud.

Wanwan hurriedly stepped forward to help her up, dragged her back, and pulled her back into the canopy, where there was a dense crowd around her, which could be used as each other's support.

Wu Qiong and Geng Zhi were originally guarding under the altar, but now they have begun to staggering towards the altar.

The gentry and landlords in Zhenze Building were not greatly affected, but they were also stunned by this sudden change.

"Good ...... I was actually right by me, God is really not so easy to fool......

"Tsk, King Yan is this, self-inflicted!?"

"The people are easy to abuse, the heavens are difficult to deceive, and the ancients did not deceive me."

"You say, if he falls, shouldn't our Great Song Dynasty re-elect the crown prince?"

"It's a bit unkind to think so, but I think it's a good thing."

His ears were filled with the terrible sound of the wind, Zhao Mengqi couldn't hear any other sound, his head and face were smashed by the raindrops, and his heart was very depressed.

He struggled to resist the pull of the wind as he thought wildly.

Isn't it, God is so stingy?

Even if the sacrifice you are given is not to your taste, there is no need for it.

Oops!

Am I guessing wrong?

The hurricane didn't turn this time?

That's a dead end.

It doesn't make sense......

Could it be that I tried to change my life against the heavens and violated the rules of the plane?

Thinking about it, Zhao Mengqi began to feel an inexplicable disbelief in his heart, God, Lao Tzu has knelt down for you, you still don't give face!?

Immediately, he held on to the hilt of his sword, poured his feet into his feet, and slowly straightened up.

"Huh...... King Yan actually stood up, what did he want to do?"

"Tired of living?"

Zhao Mengqi stepped his feet away again, and then stabilized.

Looking up at the sky, the dark clouds seemed to be palpable, as if they were about to crush and destroy the world.

He took a deep breath, drew his heavy sword, and stabbed upward, as if trying to pierce the dark clouds and stab the heavens into a hole.

"Lonely, unconvinced!"

This roar spread in all directions, and everyone could hear it.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

What does King Yan mean?

Upward?

It's crazy!

King Yan's voice came again.

"If God wants to punish you because of loneliness and disrespect, then you will come to be alone, how can you be innocent? Why is the Great Song innocent?"

"If you have the ability, come to Dao Lei and chop Lone to death!"

Hearing this, their eyes fell to the ground, and many people were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

At this time, they found that God seemed to be really enraged, and in the thick clouds, electric light began to flash, like a group of small snakes scurrying around, and then gradually gathered together, forming a dazzling light, and then slashed into the air.

Damn, I'm just talking, are you serious!?

The staunch materialist, Zhao Mengqi, was dumbfounded.

Before he could retract his sword, a dragon-like lightning bolt twisted in a strange posture and stabbed down on the altar.

Zhao Yan screamed and closed his eyes.

The face is like white paper, and the heart is dead like ashes.

Qian Duo sat on the ground, lost his soul.

Zhao Hui's eyes were red, and she couldn't tell which was tears and which was rain.

The minds of the officials and generals were blank, and hundreds of ordinary soldiers were worried about it, and they couldn't bear to see King Yan die tragically, but they couldn't take their eyes off.

"True Punishment?" The old men in the canopy were all muttering.

Even the people in Zhenze Tower didn't have time to gloat at this time, and their faces were full of horror.

In everyone's eyes, the spikes of lightning pierced the sword in Zhao Mengqi's hand.