On the highest altar in the capital.

The shrine towers into the sky, as if you can touch the stars in the sky as soon as you stretch out your hand.

The emperor and all the courtiers stood solemnly on the altar.

"Pray that the gods will protect the people."

"Pray for the gods to descend on the ...... of Beizhao"

The emperor knelt on the altar with the Manchu civil and military forces, praying for the gods to descend.

Every year, the Lantern Festival is a festival of worship.

The entire Beizhao attaches great importance to the Moon Worship Festival, which is more solemn and serious than the New Year.

"Can you ask for the gods to come down this year?"

The so-called divine advent is just a trace of heaven and earth, separated by 108,000 miles, separated by countless heavy heavens.

God descends, what a heart-warming word.

"Why do you worship the Lord God every Lantern Festival? Is this his birthday? The little prince asked the concubine in a low voice.

The bald little monk said, "No. ”

"It's because the days He once descended from God were all on the Lantern Festival."

"It is rumored that he has appeared six times in the mortal world. The six times are all Lantern Festival, so the mortal world has set the Lantern Festival as a day to worship the main god. There is a chance to be favored by the gods. The little novice stood beside Concubine Xian, who held his hand tightly.

The little novice is the fourth prince.

He was born in a bad character and was sent to Huguo Temple to be raised, and Concubine Xian had to fall seriously ill every year because she missed her son.

In previous years, the Spring Festival was a day of heartbreak.

The family is reunited, but she wants to separate her flesh and blood, and she is always worried about the fortunes of the Beizhao country, worried about the people of Limin, and is afraid of continuous natural disasters, so she wants to sacrifice her son to the sky.

This year, Concubine Xian has a smile on her face.

On the fifteenth, tomorrow, the emperor will return to the temple again.

The virtuous concubine, who has always been arrogant, secretly wiped away her tears.

"Mother, are you cold?" The little novice is a little thin, even if he has attendants to take care of him in the temple, he is still thin and pitiful.

But the temple was hard, and he had to follow the master to do morning classes every day, and he got up very early.

"The mother concubine is not cold, is the emperor cold?" Concubine Xian held back the bitterness in her heart, suppressed her tears, and smiled at her son.

The fourth prince pursed his lips and shook his head, and his little bald head looked particularly cute.

Concubine Xian is distressed.

I hope that a god will come down and save the emperor's life.

She doesn't ask the emperor to be rich and noble, nor does she ask the emperor to sit in that supreme position, she only asks the emperor to be able to bear the joy and keep him by her side.

The virtuous concubine is the daughter of Lord Li, the protector of the country, and she was very powerful when she first entered the palace.

Some people even speculate that if the virtuous concubine gives birth to a prince, she is afraid that she will threaten the position of the queen of the middle palace.

When she first entered the palace, the virtuous concubine was quite arrogant.

Climb high and low with the queen everywhere.

Who knows......

In recent years, the virtuous concubine has learned to worship the Buddha for the sake of the four princes.

The temperament is becoming more and more calm.

"Fourth Emperor Brother, you know so much." The little prince looked envious.

The fourth prince pursed his lips, and his little face was embarrassed: "There is a library in Huguo Temple, and I often go to see it." ”

He is also very envious, envious that his brothers and brothers can always be by his father's side.

"The worship of God has begun."

All the children obediently stood by their mother's side, not daring to move or talk.

The father and emperor took the divine descent very seriously, and no one dared to make a mistake.

The emperor was dressed in bright yellow, followed by the little prince, and the two of them respectfully held incense with both hands.

The emperor reverently recited the shrine of prayer and prayed for the gods to descend from heaven.

The emperor looked up at the sky, but there was still no movement in the sky.

He sighed softly, looking lost.

"The last time there was a divine descend was on the eighth day of the winter moon thirty-four years ago." Xu Yiting looked at the sky with a deep expression.

Xu Aiqing remembers it very clearly. The last time, indeed, was thirty-four years ago. ”

The eighth day of the first month of winter.

"On that day, a phantus appeared in the sky, and all the people worshipped."

But on that day, the gods appeared, but they did not find the wishers. A huge projection of the gods overlooked the beings, and after a few moments, they dissipated into the sky. "Every time God descends, he is called to come, and that time is an exception.

Xu Yiting's expression moved slightly, bowed his head slightly, and frowned silently.

Today, the people of the world are praying with great anticipation.

But the gods didn't respond in the slightest.

The crowd sighed.

It was late at night, and it was a little cold at night, and Lu Chaochao was half asleep and half awake from the cold.

She reached out and rubbed her eyes, and it was so dark that she couldn't see anything clearly.

Oh, she's lying under the offering table waiting to steal the roast chicken.

I don't know if I've finished worshipping God.

Lu Chaochao sniffed, and the air was filled with the smell of roast chicken.

Sudden ......

An ethereal voice appeared in his ears.

It seems to have come from shattering the void.

It seems to be close at hand.

Again, something familiar.

But Lu Chaochao couldn't think of anything, he only felt that his mind was muddy, as if a part of his memory had been extracted.

She patted her head.

The voice grew clearer and clearer.

Outside, there was a sudden scream.

"It's a god, it's a god, it's a god who has come!!"

"Oh my God, the Divine Descendant, which has not appeared for more than 30 years, has reappeared!!"

The Emperor, who was about to step off the platform, suddenly looked up at the sky.

I saw a phantom suddenly appear in the sky, and the phantom seemed to be outside the nine heavens, and his face could not be seen clearly.

He looked down on all beings from a high position, and mortals only glanced at them, and then they did not dare to look up.

"Quick, go back to the altar!" The emperor led the civil and military officials back to Shentai quickly.

"God has descended."

The emperor's heart was thundering, and the gods responded.

For whom are the gods here?

Which lucky one did the gods choose?

"Quick, send someone to find it immediately. Who in the end prayed to the gods to respond, told him Beizhao's prayer, and let him pray for Beizhao at all costs, and we can compensate him! Officials can be added to the knighthood. The Emperor looked impatient.

At the sound of an order, countless people left the palace.

"What does he want?"

"Want to live longer? Want to get a knight? Want...... Founding? The prince muttered in a low voice.

The ancestor emperor of Dayue next door prayed when the gods descended and wanted to be the emperor.

In the end, he really became the founding ancestor.

The hearts of the people were beating like thunder, and the gods asked, "What do you want?" ”

Ask God.

This is to ask God.

The gods are about to perform their gifts.

Lu Chaochao dug out his ears, it was so noisy.

It's really noisy, no matter how you cover your ears, you can hear the sentence: "What do you want?" ”

What do you want?

"Can I give you everything in between, immortality? Fame? Wealthy? The god's voice was indifferent, a little distorted.

Lu Chaochao"

Phoenix?

Fame?

Wealthy? What's that?

Worthless rotten.

When the emperor heard the gods' question, his expression was anxious: "Is there any news?" Has the supplicant been found? ”

"Your Majesty has not heard from you yet."

"I can give you everything you want." The voice of the god was empty, as if it had crossed time and space.

Lu Chaochao's eyes lit up suddenly.

"Say what you want, and I can grant you all your wishes."

Lu Chaochao purred and crawled out from under the offering table.

At this moment, she was the only one left in the courtyard.

Everyone went out to see God come down.

She pointed to the roast chicken on the table and asked seriously and seriously: "Kuoyi, do you give the muddy roast chicken to Woci?" ”

Can you give me your roast chicken?

God.

There was an eerie silence.