Chapter 40 of the fifth volume of the stroke of genius is a different Fengtian chapter

She stood in the Temple of Light, looking at the front lawn of Peach Mountain under her feet, watching Chen Pipi gag and playing tricks, watching him make a gesture to untie her belt, she didn't think it was funny, she only felt a little ridiculous

She remembered who Chen Pipi was, she had seen it many times in Chang'an City, and she had cooked noodles for him, and he had the purest blood of the Daomen on his body, although he had lived in such a disrespectful place as the academy for many years, he still retained his belief in himself in his heart, and naturally he had doubts.

There were teachers and students of the Heavenly Oracle Academy standing on the side of the forest in front of Taoshan, as well as dozens of inconspicuous handymen, Ning Que stood in the crowd and watched the farce staged at the altar, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

That night, Ye Hongyu let him leave the Judgment Temple, indicating that there was some kind of possibility, coupled with Ye Su's relationship, she should at least remain neutral today, but she is a high judgment throne, and you dead fat man said in front of tens of thousands of people that she was looked down by you when she was a child, can you still bear it?

There are many people like Ning Que who are worried, including the president and vice president of the Heavenly Oracle Academy who presided over the Bright Sacrifice ceremony, and the people in the temple all know how terrifying the judgment of the Divine Throne is, what if she is really provoked by Chen Pipi and kills him without waiting for the sacrifice ceremony to begin?

The dean of the Heavenly Oracle Academy did not dare to glance at the ruling god, and directly ordered the Xiling Shenwei to press the Chen Pipi onto the altar, and with the consent of the master, the sacrificial ceremony began as quickly as possible.

During the sacrificial ceremony, the temple did not promulgate the crime of Chen Pipi, but directly began, the dean of the Heavenly Oracle Academy held a silk scroll made of gold, and read aloud the Fengtian chapter in the Xiling canon, this Fengtian chapter mainly tells about the great merits of Hao Tianze by the world, and has always been considered the most important of the three sacred articles.

The canon of Fengtian is the official text of today's Light Festival.

The dean read the prayer calmly and sincerely with a reverent attitude, and with each sentence, the teachers and students of the Heavenly Oracle Academy would repeat it, and the voice was very neat and harmonious.

I don't know if there was a priest in command, or if it was purely self-conscious, tens of thousands of believers also began to repeat the chantals of the dean of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, just like the teachers and students of the Heavenly Oracle Academy.

The sound of the ode became more and more neat and loud, like the waves on the sea, wave after wave, but the perfect distance between the waves was maintained, and gradually resounded through the peach mountain, as if to be heard by the high sky.

Chen Pipi sat on the white stone altar, holding the bowl of water that had been placed on the ground before, regretting that he could not provoke Ye Hongyu to kill him, and wanted to drink saliva to moisten his throat, suddenly listening to the sound of the sacrifice like a wave coming from the four fields of Momoyama, and the right hand holding the bowl couldn't help but stiffen slightly.

He was born in Taoism, and he memorized the Xiling canon as a child, knowing that this Fengtian sacrifice text is very long, and now the people of the temple have just finished reading the first two paragraphs, which are full of awe and love for Haotian by believers, and the next paragraph will turn to describe Haotian's merits to the world.

His body stiffened slightly, not because he subconsciously wanted to finish reciting this sacrificial text with tens of thousands of people, but because he felt an indescribable coercion from the sound of the waves of sacrifice, this coercion is an absolutely pure power, an absolutely lofty realm, and it should not belong to the world at all.

This coercion did not come from the pious and neat chanting of tens of thousands of believers, but was summoned from the heavenly vault by the chanting of the believers, in other words, this coercion came from the sky.

Chen Pipi looked up at the sky, only to see that the wheel of autumn rì, which was somewhat light, became more brilliant and dazzling, and countless rays of light fell on the white stone altar and fell on his body, and the light contained absolute pure power and absolute lofty realm, which was the coercion he felt.

The coercion seemed to press him into the white stone altar, and he was already sitting on the altar, and at this time he even felt as if his buttocks were about to be connected with those slightly hot white stones.

His face became a little pale, his brows frowned slightly, and the bowl he held in his hand shattered into pieces with a snapping sound in the light, and the water in the bowl spilled all over him.

In the face of the coercion from the sky, human beings will subconsciously surrender or dodge, Chen Pipi does not want to surrender, he wants to dodge, but he finds that he can no longer move, even maintaining the posture of looking up at the sky, it is so difficult, and the pain in his neck is unbearable.

He felt that the ban on the snow mountain qi sea in his body suddenly loosened, but there was nothing to rejoice about, because this was not a precursor to recovery, but the beginning of the melting of the snow mountain and the flooding of the qi sea.

The Snow Mountain Qi Sea was sealed and turned into a wasted person, but he was still optimistic, because he had seen how Ning Que had stepped on the cultivation path, since Ning Que had done it, why couldn't he, a peerless genius, be? He firmly believed that he could rebuild the Snow Mountain Qi Sea, and it was only at this time that he understood that all his thoughts under Haotian were delusions.

Chen Pipi maintained the posture of looking at the sky, looking at the more and more light in the autumn sky, and watching the light falling on him more and more dense. Although he didn't know what the final part of the Light Festival was, he had a vague intuition that he would eventually melt into the sky and say goodbye to the world.

Ning Que had been watching from the crowd, his gaze passed through the shoulders of those miscellaneous servants, and fell on the white stone altar, his black eyes were filled with holy light, constantly changing. He was very familiar with Haotian Shenhui, and knew that when the reading of the sacrificial text ended, the ten thousand rays of light falling on the white stone altar would become the purest Haotian Shenhui, which was what believers called the holy fire, and Chen Pipi would become a green smoke in Shenhui.

Ever since he saw the picture in the stone window between the cliffs, he had been thinking about how to rescue Chen Pipi, he couldn't have watched that guy really be burned to death by her, but he couldn't think of any good way, he had to wait for the change that the third senior sister said, but now that Chen Pipi was about to die, that change still hadn't appeared, and he couldn't continue to wait, so he took a deep breath and prepared to do it.

There is a sound in breathing, especially a demon Dao master like Ning Que, who used all his strength to exert the previous breath, and it was even more whistling like an autumn wind passing through the forest.

The miscellaneous servants in front of him and the vice president of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, Mo Li, who was a little farther away, vaguely felt that they had heard something, but before they could react, they were attracted by another voice.

Ning Que also heard that voice, so he used his fastest speed to collect his breath, bent his waist slightly, and turned back into the extremely inconspicuous little guy in Tsing Yi in the crowd.

The voice came from the periphery of the front lawn of Momoyama, and someone was also reciting the canon Fengtian, which was almost exactly the same as what the gods and tens of thousands of believers of the Xiling Temple were reading, even if there was no difference in the tone of the fluctuation, only some slight differences in words and phrases in some passages.

However, it was the slight difference in words that made the sound of this ode very harsh, like a perfect and harmonious music, and suddenly there was a crisp sound of knocking bamboo.

The voice calmly continued to chant the sacrifice, getting closer and closer to Momoyama, and the sound of tens of thousands of neat and pious chanting was suddenly disrupted, and the believers kneeling on the ground looked back in amazement.

The solemn sound of the ode and sacrifice became much quieter, and only the teachers and students of the Heavenly Oracle Academy and the priests of the halls were still holding on, still fighting against the chant and sacrifice sound coming from the foot of the peach mountain.

A group of people came down the mountain, old and young, men and women, wearing hats and dark skin, looking like fishermen on the seaside, but wearing extremely noble red robes.

The dozen or so red-clothed priests, like fishermen, walked slowly in a line, and the rhythm of their feet was extremely uniform, and if you looked at it from the front, you could only see the old man in the front.

The distinctive sound of chanting came from these people, there were more than a dozen of them, but there was only one sound, and compared to the chanting of the temple, this was truly perfect harmony.

These dozen or so people came to the front of Momoyama, the clear light gradually appeared, and the first large array of Momoyama appeared, but the old man at the head did not stop, and continued to move forward with an expressionless face, even the sound of the chant did not stop, and the words in the canon Fengtian kept ringing.

The clear light gradually appeared and then faded, and it didn't show any power at all, and the dozen or so red-clothed priests who looked like fishermen walked onto the front lawn of Taoshan, and chased them to the dozens of guardian cavalry here, as well as those Xiling Shenwei who rushed to the scene, looking at this scene, they didn't know what to do at all.

The red-clothed divine robes of these people are real, the products of the temple cannot be faked, and more importantly, even the Qingguang Great Array of Gongwei Taoshan has recognized the identity of these people, only the gods who are truly devout to Haotian and have the pure bloodline of the Daomen can pass through the Qingguang Great Array so easily.

Tens of thousands of believers on the front lawn of Momoyama got up one after another, and then dispersed like cháo water, making way for the more than ten people, these people still walked straight, walking towards Momoyama, with a pious and resolute expression, they worshiped the same Haotian, but the path taken by the temple was not the same.

The dean of the Heavenly Oracle Academy looked at the dozen or so people who were slowly coming, and his face became a little pale. These people suppressed the chanting and sacrificial voices of tens of thousands of believers and countless Xiling priests with a single voice, naturally relying not on realm cultivation, but on the understanding of the sacrificial texts, from this point of view, these people's understanding of the Xiling canon is still above themselves, and even the understanding of the canon in charge of the sect is not necessarily as deep as these people, but they have studied the canon all their lives, and they are very aware of the inheritance and changes of the Fengtian chapter, why have they never heard of the original text of the Fengtian chapter? Who are these people? Why are they so familiar with the canon?

The guests who came to participate in the Light Festival were also surprised, they looked at these strange people, looked at the red-clothed divine robes on their bodies, and guessed where they came from and what they meant.

Seven thoughts are the Buddha's walking, and he has seen a lot of old things in the cultivation world in the Hanging Temple, and at this time, looking at these red-clothed priests who look like fishermen, he frowned and thought of some possibility.

"Could it be that the Great Priest of the South China Sea still has a successor?"

These people walked slowly to the white stone altar, still lined up in a straight line, facing the tangerine peel on the altar, and continued to read the canon of Fengtian calmly and reverently.

The sound of the prayers in the Xiling Temple gradually faded, until finally it was inaudible, and the ten thousand rays of light that fell on the white stone altar turned from coercion to pity, and then to pity.

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(To be continued.)