Volume 5: The Stroke of God, Chapter 38, Peach Blossom Rain, and Others Come

Perhaps it was the relationship between the invisible array that was escaped by this sword, and a gust of autumn wind suddenly rose on the quiet front lawn of Peach Mountain, and the wind was extremely soft, rolling up a few pieces of withered yellow fallen leaves.

A yellow leaf fell on the sword of this sword, and it did not shatter, because there was no sword intent on the sword, it was just ordinary, so the yellow leaf flicked very comfortably and fell back to the ground.

This is so ordinary, too unusual.

Because everyone on the front lawn has already guessed whose sword this sword is - only Liu Bai's sword can come to everyone in an instant, and dare to fly to Momoyama with such a proud attitude.

In the ten thousand zhang light on the divine chariot, the tall figure of the master leaned forward slightly.

The master was a little angry, because Liu Bai's sword was facing the Temple of Light, although there was no disrespect, but he did not show his submission, and even more because this sword appeared on the front lawn of Momoyama after his divine chariot.

This shows that Liu Bai puts his position above him.

He is the head of the Xiling Temple, and above him is above the human world.

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In the mountain behind the academy, the head of the sect was seriously injured by the cicada for twenty-three years, his blind hand was broken, and he fled back to Taoshan with Shou Yuancai, he thought that he was gone, and he didn't dare to see people after the light, because of the fear in his heart, but who would have thought that Haotian actually came to the world!

From the moment he knelt in front of Haotian, he had real confidence and courage for the first time since he was seriously injured in the lower abdomen decades ago, Haotian was angry with Zhishouguan, he is now Haotian's real spokesperson in the world, as long as he is in Taoshan, he is invincible in the world, no matter how strong Liu Bai is, how can he be his opponent?

So looking at this sword that broke through the clouds from thousands of miles away, the master sect did not hide his anger at all, but the sword did not react, and still maintained a calm and ordinary posture.

There are five Keqing in Xiling Temple, Xiahou is dead, Shusheng is in seclusion, but Liu Bai is always the most respected person in Keqing, his sword to Taoshan means that people have arrived in Taoshan, and they have shown enough respect for the Light Festival, in this case, it is impossible for the master to do anything at will.

The dean of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, who was standing next to the god, was in charge of the process arrangement of the Light Festival ceremony, and when he saw that the master had not sent down any edicts, he signaled for the ceremony to officially begin.

The Taoist music full of sacred meaning resounded everywhere in Momoyama, gradually gathered on the front lawn, and entered everyone's ears, and the breath between heaven and earth danced with the music, and then the wind rose again, but the wind at this time was no longer a slightly cold autumn wind, but a warm as if it had arrived in the chūn day.

The peach blossoms in the col flutter in the wind, and the petals become more pink, and they begin to bloom in autumn, and then rise with the wind, float down the peach mountain, and dance in the air on the front lawn.

Tens of thousands of peach petals flying, sprinkling bursts of fragrance on the ground, this fragrance is not the original fragrance of peach blossoms, it is stronger than the fragrance of any flower in the world, sweeter than the frosting of hibiscus, but after entering people's noses, there is no greasy feeling, but fresh like the wind after the rain.

Tens of thousands of believers looked up at the peach blossoms flying in the air, looked at such beautiful and dazzling pictures, smelled such refreshing fragrances, and were intoxicated.

Believers who can pass the examination of Taoist temples in various countries and are willing to come all the way to Taoshan to participate in the light festival are naturally the most devout believers in the world, and based on some simple and clear logic, all piety always comes from suffering, so the poor account for the majority of tens of thousands of believers, and there are many believers who are seriously ill or even dying, and they are carried or carried by their families to come to Xiling Divine Kingdom.

When the fragrance of flowers hits, those believers who are sick or even disabled suddenly feel that the negative feelings in their hearts have disappeared wonderfully, and they can no longer have any thoughts of complaining about the miserable life, and even feel that the gods are much better, because they seem to see the kingdom of Haotian God in the fragrance.

The lame believer threw away his crutches, knelt on the ground and supported his trembling body with his hands, and bowed to Momoyama without stopping. Believers who are seriously ill on the stretcher ignore the dissuasion of their families, and they are unable to get up and turn over on their own in a prostration, supporting their weak bodies and constantly touching the ground with their foreheads.

In autumn, tens of thousands of peach blossoms flutter in the wind, exuding an intoxicating aroma, when the wind stops, and the peach blossoms fall.

The peach blossoms fell one after another, turning into a grand flower rain.

Tens of thousands of believers were bathed in the rain of flowers, and all of them had already knelt down. The peach petals fell on their bodies, gradually turning into extremely soft flocculents, then seeping into their clothes, burrowing through their skin, and finally into their flesh, and then gradually disappearing.

Although the lame believer did not give birth to a new leg, he could no longer feel the pain from the broken leg, and the pus-filled wound became unusually clean, and healthy skin appeared on the red and tender new flesh.

The seriously ill believers gradually gained life, and their pale faces turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, tormenting them for countless years of illness, and in this way they were washed away by the peach blossom rain.

The white-haired old man suddenly found that he had black hair, and the young man felt that he was full of strength, and he had never been so healthy and strong in his life, and the skin on the woman's face became tight and smooth, and if someone looked closely at the scene, he could even see a few young believers who were born with some swarthy hair, and their faces seemed to have become a lot whiter, like wiping several boxes of expensive Tan Kum Kee fat powder.

Tens of thousands of believers kept kowtowing to Momoyama, weeping bitterly, thanking God for the gods they had bestowed.

The Light Festival is the grandest sacrificial ceremony of the Daomen, because it represents that Haotian has sent a miracle to the world, and the tens of thousands of believers on the front lawn of Taoshan have never doubted it, but it does not mean that the people in the missions of various countries have not doubted it, because after all, miracles only appear in the legends of the canon, and no one has ever seen it with their own eyes, but with the real picture in front of them, no one dares to have the slightest doubt, and everyone falls to the ground. If this is not a miracle, then what is a miracle?

The priests and deacons in the Xiling Temple had already knelt down, and the royal court and the general Lebu were the fastest practitioners to kneel after them, followed by the envoys of various countries and the scattered cultivators.

The monks of the Seven Thoughts of the Hanging Temple and the Guanhai of the Rotten Ke Temple and the White Pagoda Temple are still standing, because they worship the Buddha, but in the face of the miracles descended from the sky, the expressions on the faces of the monks have become extremely solemn, and the hands are folded in worship, and the seven thoughts look at the peak and bow deeply, moved by the heavens to pity the world.

The sword in the air facing the Temple of Light, the head of the sword also sank slightly, saluting.

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The crying and thanksgiving and prayers on the front lawn of Momoyama gradually stopped, and after a series of complicated procedures, the ritual of the Light Festival finally came to the most important part.

Worship the heavens.

There are countless Taoist temples in the world, and they are sacrificing to the heavens every day, not to mention the Xiling Temple, which is very skillful in the process, but since it is the grandest light sacrifice, it is naturally different from the usual ordinary sacrifices, as evidenced by the white stone altar on the front lawn of Taoshan.

More importantly, the sacrifices chosen for the Light Sacrifice must be extraordinary.

The altar near the white stone altar is already full of rare treasures from various countries and sects in the world, as well as those scattered cultivators, among which there are even two herbs needed to refine the Tongtian Pill, you can imagine what kind of efforts Haotian believers have made for this Light Festival, but compared with the official sacrifices of the Light Festival, these rare treasures and those two flavors of medicinal herbs still seem too shabby, because today's sacrifice is a person.

That person naturally can't be an ordinary person, he was just born and was called a peerless genius who is rare in the Daomen for a thousand years, he has the purest Daomen bloodline flowing in his body, whether it is the paternal or maternal lineage is the most noble inheritance of the Daomen, he has studied and lived in the unknowable land of the Daomen since he was a child, and later went to Chang'an Academy to study with the master, he is the youngest in the cultivation world to know the fate realm, the herbs needed to refine the Tongtian Pill?

The autumn rì was warm, and the white stone altar was warm, but when the altar was opened, the cold breath that seeped out from the ground almost froze the entire altar, because the bottom of the altar led straight to the pavilion.

The white stone altar opened and closed, and two Xiling god guards appeared in front of people's eyes with Chen Pipi. Chen Pipi was still wearing the academy's uniform, and he didn't know if the temple had deliberately arranged it this way, or if he had been too lazy to change his clothes since he was captured back to Momoyama. He had no forbidden talismans, no shackles common to prisoners, and no ropes tied his hands.

The Xiling Temple was not worried that he would be able to escape at all, because although there was no prohibition on his body, the snow mountain qi in his body was forbidden by Haotian himself, and no one could unlock it.

Near the altar were all envoys and practitioners from various countries, some people did not know Chen Pipi, and only a few people had seen him, but after the deliberate publicity of the temple in advance, everyone knew that he was the twelve gentlemen of the academy, and also knew that he had a father-son relationship with the Zhishouguan Lord.

No one spoke, the room was quiet, some people didn't know what to say, and more people didn't dare to say anything, Xiling Temple chose Chen Pipi as the sacrifice of the light sacrifice, which means that for thousands of years, the internal structure of Haotian Daomen has finally changed, and this must represent God's dissatisfaction with Daomen, especially dissatisfaction with Zhishouguan, on the other hand, this naturally represents a cruel punishment for the academy.

The venue was so quiet, the expressions on people's faces were very solemn, and the reason why some people didn't dare to speak was because they knew very well that this grand Guangming Festival was a sacrifice to Haotian, and how could it not be a bureau set up by the Daomen for the academy?

The peach blossoms are colorful, Haotian has given the gods, and the atmosphere is sacred and joyful, but everyone knows that this atmosphere cannot last forever, and from the moment the academy comes to Taoshan appears, the scene of the Light Festival will become the most tragic battlefield, and I don't know how many strong people will fall.

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(To be continued.)