Today is the day to worship the Kitchen God.

Food is the most important thing for people, and the Kitchen God is responsible for food. Therefore, in this era, the Kitchen God had a high status and was one of the "Five Principal Sacrifices" recognized in the world.

The five main sacrifices are the door gods, the well gods, the goben gods, the kitchen gods, and the earth gods.

People want to worship the Kitchen God, and officials also want to eat, and of course they also need to worship the Kitchen God.

Early in the morning, Yin Seo got up.

The eunuch temple changed him into a white royal robe and a light-colored crown, and his whole body suddenly looked much more elegant.

Because the Yong people prefer white, white is the most noble and auspicious color in their eyes, so whenever there are happy events and grand celebrations, they must wear white, which is both festive and elegant.

For example, when getting married, the newlyweds should wear white.

However, red, in the eyes of the Yong people, is the color of blood, which represents death. Therefore, only when burials and wars are launched or when swearing to mobilize, will they be worn with red armor or holding a red flag.

The altar was filled with abundant wine and food, displaying cauldrons and beans, but because the weather was cold, it was frozen into a mass not long after it was placed. I don’t know if the Kitchen God could bite his teeth after receiving such a sacrifice.

...

For the refugees in Zhongjing City, today is an extremely frustrating, extremely disappointing and even extremely angry day.

Last night, a large number of frozen refugees were found everywhere in the city.

Previously, due to cold and hunger, some weak people also died of freezing or illness, but after all, there were not many people, so it would not cause great panic.

Last night was not colder than the day before yesterday, at least everyone felt that way, but for some reason, people were frozen to death in the streets and alleys last night, with the dead, the elderly and young, men and women.

The sorrow and sorrow of the loss of a loved one came one after another, and at this time, an even more desperate news spread among the crowd.

The king had already killed Jiang Zhan, a doctor who strongly advocated the shelter of refugees. Wang Ziqi, Wang Ziyan and other nobles who were willing to shelter refugees were all scared. They were now staying in their doors and dared not mention sheltering refugees anymore.

The king has secretly summoned the troops of the Second, Third, Fourth and Fifth Divisions that garrison Zhongjing, and drove all refugees out of Beijing to ensure that everything in the capital will be as normal during the Spring Festival.

"Your Majesty wants us to die!"

A refugee-like man burst into tears and shouted angrily: "If you don't accept us, why should you put on porridge along the way? If we go all the way to beg for the city, it would be better than gathering in Zhongjing City with hope to wait for death!"

"Will we wait for death, King Yong is not ruthless? Everyone, your parents, your wives and children are all born to you. Are you willing to be driven out of Zhongjing City? As long as we go out, we will definitely die!"

"Yes, even if you grab a liter of food and two robes, our family may be lucky enough to survive. Villagers, let's fight! If you grab a big family and grab a grain store, I won't let you live, and I won't let you live..."

"If you fight hard, you will die all over the world. If you want to die, I will be a full devil!"

The refugees who were trapped in despair responded frantically.

...

Wang Shuyao stood in the pavilion at the spire of the Seven Star Tower, overlooking the commotion on the ground, and a smug smile appeared on her pale cheeks.

The blood color of the Tianjing Water Lotus between her eyebrows was a little thicker. It was because the Taoist method was used last night, and the blood oozed out and stained.

Last night, she used her secret technique and killed more than 3,000 people from all over the city.

With her secret technique, it would not be so difficult to kill such ordinary mortals, but she still had to make them look like they were completely different and pretended to be frozen to death. For her, the loss was also considerable.

Until now, standing on this high place, she could still see the dark aura that was invisible to the naked eye of the mortals overflowing the sky above Zhongjing City. It was a ghost full of resentment from the dead. It resisted the cold wind for a while and did not dissipate immediately.

Wang Shuyao spread out his jade-like palm, and a drop of red blood slowly blew out of the palm. It jumped into the air and turned into two blood-colored butterflies, and suddenly flew away.

Two butterflies, one flew towards Prince Qi's mansion, and the other flew towards Fengchang Temple.

...

In the backyard of the Taishi Mansion, in the courtyard of the eldest lady Ming'er's boudoir, Mahasatt looked up at the sky, with a hidden worry on his face.

My little apprentice Ming'er was sitting quietly in the boudoir to understand.

The integration of her White Tiger Geng Jin sword energy and the Great Strategy to the other side of the world's true nature and self-right technique is about to be completed, and there is no disturbance at this time, so Mahasattva stayed outside the gate all night and did not dare to take a step away.

With his Taoism, he has sensed the resentment over Zhongjing.

"Who did this to harm people? He killed too many people overnight..."

Mahasatt shook his head gently, and people would die on the battlefield. It is not impossible to die tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people in a battle, but the dead souls killed on the battlefield are all heroic spirits. Although heroic spirits are also ghosts, they will not have these resentful auras.

Only those who die in vain will be resentful. To make the entire Zhongjing unclear, how many people will die?

Today, I'm afraid it's going to be troublesome.

Mahasatt looked back at the boudoir with concern. The disciple was at a critical moment. He must stay here and must not make any mistakes.

...

On this day, the misunderstandings in charge of the Zhongjing area were very busy.

So many dead souls are all in vain. They have resentment, and resentment is also a kind of mental power. If you resist, it will take a lot of effort to seduce their souls.

The soul-attacking messenger A Pang stopped panting and turned into a bat, hanging upside down under the eaves of a family. He thought that he should suggest to his boss after he went back and set up more misfortunes and was too busy to go.

In the mortal world, the underworld is exhausted.

Suddenly, he saw a young man dressed in a traveling businessman sneaking around and slipping into an alley.

A Pang was stunned for a moment. The man... looked familiar? Why did he look so much like the Bai Wuchang and Bai Qi, who was transferred from the West?

When she was transferred from the West, A Pang met her.

But...it's impossible. People have similarities, I must have read it wrong.

A Pang thought: "Didn't Mr. Bai Qi be attracted by Lord Yan and marry Queen Yan? This is what happened two days ago. I guess Mr. Bai Qi is newly married to Lord Yan at this time. I'm flirting with me, how could he appear in the world?"

Thinking of this, A Pang couldn't help but feel bad, wishing she was a daughter!

Seeing that Mr. Bai Qi married Yan Jun's wife, he would manage all the land goddesses in the world from now on. He would no longer have to work hard in his own way, and he would not be like himself.

A Pang sighed, let go of his claws, flapped his wings and flew away, continuing to pursue those ignorant and unconscious, only retaining endless anger and resentment, wandering around.

...

At this time, the garrison camp of the Second Division of Zhongjing also welcomed several uninvited guests.

One of them carried a Qiankun bow and a pot of arrows that shook the sky. He looked elegant but still had a heroic spirit. It was Li Jing, the former general of Chen Tangguan.

The same person who came with Li Jing was also a young man with a light golden face, a middle-aged man in Taoist garbha with a fairy-like appearance, and finally Li Jing's personal soldiers.

After receiving the news, Yu Fengxian, the commander of the Second Division, hurriedly came out from behind.

Yu Fengxian and Li Jing were old acquaintances. They were in the army and had the best relationship.

Later, Li Jing became General Chen Tangguan, and he became the commander of the second division of the Fifth Division who garrisoned the capital.

Dayong only has the Fifth Division Army as a regular army, so although his military rank is lower than that of Li Jing, it is not inferior to that of real power.

As soon as he saw Li Jing, Yu Fengxian laughed and opened his arms to greet him: "Hahaha, Brother Li, long time no see, what kind of wind is blowing you here."

Li Jing raised his hand and showed a tiger talisman and said solemnly: "According to the emperor's order, we will control the Fourth Division of the garrison and immediately transfer to the capital. Yu Fengxian, please verify the talisman."

Yu Fengxian was stunned. Seeing that it was a business, he did not dare to neglect it. He immediately ordered someone to take the half of the tiger talisman he kept and checked with Li Jing's tiger talisman. He then clasped his fists and said, "Yu Fengxian, the Second Division of the Garrison, please ask General Li to give orders."

Li Jing smiled on his face, stepped forward and helped Yu Fengxian up, and said in a gentle voice: "The king's order is with him, but Li Jing dares not be privately with him. Now that he has experienced the tiger talisman, he doesn't have to be polite."

Yu Fengxian breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help asking: "Brother Li, why are you back to Beijing? Which one is going on today?"

Li Jing shook his head and said, "When I was transferred back to Beijing, I didn't say anything about my appointment. It was when I was halfway through, an angel suddenly came, intercepted and issued a decree, and gave me a tiger talisman, ordering me to control the fourth division and immediately dispatch troops to the city.

I was afraid of missing the king, so I rushed over. Among the fifth garrison divisions, you, brother, are the best friends, so I came to your second division first. In fact, I was thinking about it. If there is anything wrong, I won’t be caught off guard.”

How could he be the general of the elite troops who garrison the capital? How could he be a brave warrior who only knows how to beat and kill? Yu Fengxian immediately heard the implicit sound of Li Jing, and his face immediately became serious: "Fengxian understands, I will beat the drums and gather the generals, mobilize people, and accompany Brother Li to the 345th Division."

...

The entire Zhongjing and even the surrounding Zhongjing were in a strange atmosphere at this time.

However, this atmosphere did not affect the formation secret realm of Fengchang Temple.

In a secret realm, the lake flows quietly horizontally, with only a spring in the middle of the lake. The creeping spring water brings out a string of bubbles, just like dense pearls rushing out of the water.

Wuming took off his clothes, folded them carefully, put them together with Yu Buhu's clothes, wearing only a pair of calf pants, and then held the long sword in his hand.

This is not the first time he has tried to drill into the underground spring to find out.

However, he failed the first few attempts.

The first time, he dived deeper and deeper. When the underwater suction was about to suck him into the spring, he felt that his breath was about to be exhausted and swam up hard.

The second time, he prepared a few pig urine bubbles and filled them with air, intending to use the air to breathe if they fall into the spring and cannot go out for a while. As a result, when they dive, the pig urine bubbles could not withstand the pressure and broke.

So, Wuming's third trial dive was found.

This time, he went through a lot of trouble to find tough materials and stuffed them with air and tied them to his body. This time he dived, the balloon was indeed not squeezed out by water, but because of the increase in buoyancy, he could not swim at the bottom of the spring.

So, this is the current attempt.

"My premonition is not wrong. The spring beneath should be the eye of this maze. As long as you pass it through, there will be something. Let's fight!"

Wuming made up his mind, took a deep breath, held the hilt of the sword in both hands, and jumped forward with all his might.

Wuming was like a swordfish, plunging into the water, his powerful legs swung hard, swimming towards the spring under the water.

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