The whole Yao altar is towering, solemn and gorgeous, as if it is constantly lifted up to the sky by surging waves. Tens of thousands of rays of rui qi glow bloom one after another, reflecting the river water and colorful.

The Yao altar is shaped like a gossip, and each layer is decorated with canopies, curtains, statues, talismans, candlesticks, incense burners, vases, fruit plates, gold paper, five lents, and six vegetarian ...... All of them are meticulously crafted and extremely luxurious. A handsome and handsome little elf with scales and horns sits in the middle, with a yellow crown on his head, wearing a golden silk and silver thread robe, holding various musical instruments such as flute, sheng, xun and flute, shaking his head and playing Yangyang.

In the clear sky, a round of red rising sun jumped out of the clouds, golden light, just when the Yaotan came out of the water, implicitly in line with the meaning of heaven and earth.

A heavenly morning bell rang, clear and bright, endless, covering the entire Jiankang City. The four phalanxes of the disciples of the family were like opening the door to welcome the guests, separating to both sides to make way for a passage.

"Papapa-" Dozens of Luan guards embroidered their armor, twitched the long whip inlaid with gold and jade, and whipped to open the way. The prince of the Great Jin Dynasty, Yimo, was dressed in a high-crowned Xuanfu, walking with a dragon and a tiger, leading hundreds of officials of the imperial court to pass through the crowd and stand solemnly on the bank of the Qinhuai River.

Yimo is more than 20 times, with a delicate face and a slender body. He is smart and studious, and he has great ambitions, but unfortunately his qualifications are really not good, even if he exhausts the secret methods of palace resources, he has only reached the realm of refining qi and returning to the gods.

"The sun rises in the east, the world is bright!" purple light shone, thunder and lightning thundered, and a pretentious thunder dragon flew into the air. Yuan Jingbo was dressed in a star crown, standing on top of the thunder dragon's head with both feet, shaking the white jade and dust, and chanting loudly.

Pan Anren glanced at Zhi Zhenzhen, his face full of banter. The Pan clan has negotiated with Yuan Jingbo, and there is absolutely no Yuan An's name in the pre-recorded quota of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect. This mixed-blooded bastard is about to lose face today and become the laughing stock of the whole city!

Xie Xuanyao pursed the corners of his mouth, he also got the news from Xie Qingfeng, and knew that Yuan An was undoubtedly defeated. However, Pan Sanyan, this kid is too unproductive, and there is a kind of public stripped off Yuan An's pants, so he can call revenge. Relying on the power of the family to make a stumbling block, there is a meaning of a bird? He unconsciously glanced at Wang Liangmi, and his eyes fell on the corner of the girl's ruddy and slightly upturned mouth.

"Yaotan Zhaoqi Qing is shaded!" A huge fireball exploded from the sky, and tens of thousands of sparks converged into a divine red bird, its wings fluttered, and brilliant flame light flew one after another. A female crown driver groaned clearly, and her voice was like a jade chime. She has a double snail bun on her head, a spirit rhino sword on her back, her eyebrows and cherry lips, as bright as a peach and plum, and a dark red robe with a sparkling light.

The crowd of onlookers in the distance erupted in a tidal wave of cheers, Xie Xuan looked up at the female crown, and shook his face for a moment, his face couldn't help but feel bitter. Hasn't this nemesis been practicing in the Lingxi Zhai retreat, why did he suddenly come over?

"The blessings of the people of the dynasty!" The wind was fierce, the earthquake trembled, and with an earth-shattering roar, Bai Suge spoke in a sonorous voice, riding a white tiger with hanging eyes, and suddenly jumped on the opposite bank. The white tiger was majestic, and a pair of lantern-sized bloody eyes turned coldly. There was a sudden silence in all directions, and the onlookers were so frightened that their limbs were weak and frightened.

"All the people are blessed. Imo said this, and a gloomy look flashed between his brows. The sect of the Wanmin Dynasty was supposed to be the royal family, but now it has become a Taoist sect, and the general trend of the court is also controlled by the family.

Even the festival of the Heavenly Prayer of the Whole Country, such as the Festival of the Shadows, had to be officiated by the Daomen, and the royal family could only be reduced to a puppet of cooperation.

The river wind ruffled his cyan sideburns, and Yimo's mind was messy for a moment. He glanced at Gao Tianyue, who was on the lower left, and the latter's calm and jade demeanor boosted his confidence. Introduce Buddhism, divide the family, stir up the demons, and set things right...... Yi Mo Si and a series of conspiracies with Gao Tianyue couldn't help but have hot palms, and he couldn't help but kill these powerful families and Daomen immediately.

"The Tao is all over the sky and expounds the heart!" The river was agitated, the waves were surging, and a quaint turtle was as big as a hill, slowly rising to the surface. The Taoist officials of the Chongxuan Department stood on the back of the turtle, headed by Chong Xuzi, and chanted loudly in unison, sounding like a Hong Zhong Dalu.

Xuangui slowly swam to the nine-story Yao Altar, took a step forward to the Xuzi, faced the Yao Altar and burned incense, solemnly bowed, and shouted: "Open the altar!"

The Taoist officials pinched the trick and sprinkled out a colorful talisman, the talisman spontaneously combusted without fire, and the colorful smoke floated out, transforming into a fairyland atmosphere of birds and beasts and palace buildings in the air, all of which were vivid and lifelike, attracting bursts of cheers from the crowd.

"Please water!" Chong Xuzi picked up an antique green jade net bottle, and a spring suddenly emerged from the depths of the river, and a crystal clear stream of water sprayed into the net bottle. Chong Xuzi sealed the green jade net bottle, and respectfully placed the net bottle on the offering table of the Yao altar.

"This is called Anshui, do you know Yuan An? It is the authentic Zhaijiao ritual of my Daomen, and the hillbilly can't understand it. Pan Anren looked at Zhi Hunt Zhen and couldn't help but sneer.

"Advise me. Zhi Hunt really responded indifferently.

Wang Liangmi couldn't look at it, and snorted lightly: "One jar of vinegar is dissatisfied, and half a jar of vinegar is swaying!

Pan Anren laughed angrily: "When the pre-recorded quota of this Daomen is announced, let's take a look at which mongrel half a jar of vinegar is dangling!"

Zhi Hunt is really silent. Xie Xuan secretly scolded Pan Sanyan for being stupid, since he dug a pit for the other party, he should hold it high and make Yuan Anzhi proud, it is best to induce him to speak wildly in public, and then give him a slap in the face. Now that he has leaked his breath first, doesn't it make Yuan An have a guard?

After Anshui, it is a complete set of Taoist rituals such as defilement, banners, and listings. Later, the crown prince Yimo appeared on the stage, slaughtered the three animals, and read the prayer.

Yi Mo held the sword in his hand, and as far as the eye could see, the two sides of Qinhuai were bustling with crowns. The farthest part was crowded with people, rubbing shoulders, all of them were cloth-clothed civilians in Jiankang City. Recently, there are many children of poor families, officials and merchants, dressed in silk and satin. Thousands of forbidden soldiers with golden melons and axes in their hands stopped in front of them, forming a clear blockade line, blocking civilians and cold soldiers from the periphery.

The inner circle of BMW incense cars is lined up, all of them are the children of the family gate valve, the men's brocade clothes and jade belts, the air is lofty, and the women's neon clothes are beaded and green, delicate and beautiful like flowers. Further inward, the four phalanxes listed by the disciples of the family are connected with strong barriers, led by Zhi Zhenzhen, Xie Xuan, Pan Anren, and Wang Liangmi.

Daomen is based on purple and blue qi, and black and white yin and yang. It is a four-color phalanx with distinct colors, each wearing purple, blue, black and white four-color uniforms. The man has a hosta on his head, and the woman has a pearl in his bun, and he has a long sword hanging from his waist, and his spirit is flying.

Rebellious ministers and thieves, all of them should be punished! Yimo slowly retracted his gaze, drew the sword at his waist, and slashed at the three animals with a fierce swing of his sword, blood splattered red his vision.