In the Sanqing Palace, Yang Guang recited the sacrificial inscription. The sacrificial inscription was very long and was written by Lu Miaozi. His voice was very loud and spread around hundreds of feet. It recounted the deeds of the Sanqing Dynasty, and the surrounding people also listened.
of trance.
Yang Guang looked calm. He didn't ask for anything here. Sacrifice to Sanqing was just to show his attitude. If he didn't even have an attitude, it would be a big problem.
Think about it, King Zhou of Shang Dynasty ruined the foundation of Chengtang just by mentioning a poem in Nuwa Temple. Yang Guang was actually going against heaven. In addition, after Li Yuan considered himself a saint, Yang Guang had to express
One or two, simply be careful and you won’t make a big mistake.
"Your Majesty, look!"
Suddenly there was a burst of exclamation from outside. In the main hall, Lu Miaozi raised his head and looked at the bronze Taoist statue in front of him with horrified eyes. He saw the Shangqing Saint's whole body shining brightly. For a time, he was enveloped in colorful rays of light and dense aura.
In the Sanqing Palace, the sound from the sky was loud and the sky was filled with flowers.
There is immeasurable light and immeasurable sound.
The auspicious light shrouded hundreds of feet around the Sanqing Palace. In the light, everyone felt warm all over their bodies. The previous illnesses disappeared without a trace in an instant, and everyone returned to health.
"A miracle! A miracle!"
"Meet the Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty."
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Everyone in the hall had long been stunned by the situation before them. This was indeed a miracle, not only a physical recovery, but more importantly, it was an affirmation of the Sui Dynasty.
The Patriarch of the Three Qing Dynasties has recognized the orthodox position of His Majesty the Sui Emperor. This is the happiest thing for these officials.
"Your Majesty, sword!"
The tip of Xu Xing's eyes saw a sword suspended in front of the incense table. The sword was pitch black, with no visible material, and shone with a faint light, making it look particularly extraordinary.
"Junior, I would like to thank my ancestor for giving me the sword."
Yang Guang was surprised, but he still bowed to the sword obediently. He dared not say goodbye because of the gift.
All of this now shocked him. He was already prepared for the saint to have no reaction. After all, he was just a mortal emperor, and he was nothing special. The saint would not take him seriously at all.
But now all this attracted his attention. He must have stepped into a whirlpool. A saint actually valued the mortal emperor and specially gave him a sword. This meant something different.
"An odd number, not bad."
The sword fell into Yang Guang's hands, and a clear voice came to his ears.
"Ze Tian!"
Yang Guang looked at the sword in front of him and said softly.
""Ding! You read the manuscript of Master Tongtian and obtained the Killing Immortal Sword Qi".
At this time, a mechanical voice sounded in Yang Guang's ears, which immediately brought him a huge surprise.
What is the most powerful thing about Master Tongtian is the Four Swords of Zhuxian. This sword energy of Zhuxian is obviously the magical power evolved from the Zhuxian Sword. Unexpectedly, it fell into the hands of Yang Guang so easily.
In the void, a crimson sword energy surged out, destroying everything in sight. Wherever the sword energy went, all life was destroyed and all souls were lost. Even Yang Guang was horrified when he saw it.
"This Zhuxian Sword Qi is so powerful. I don't know what the Zhuxian Sword Formation was like back then. Suddenly, four saints were asked to break the formation together. It's a pity that we have no chance to see it now." Yang Guang felt a pang of regret.
After the Battle of the Conferred Gods, the Four Swords of Zhuxian fell into the hands of Chanjiao. As a saint, Master Tongtian naturally could not personally ask for the four swords from the disciples of Chanjiao, so it was not an easy task to restore the Zhuxian Sword Formation.
"However, Zhan Tian's name is really a bit more prestigious." Yang Guang looked at the two characters on the sword with a wry smile on his face. This might be the leader of Tongtian Cult.
Back then, even if he faced an enemy several times stronger than himself, he still drew his sword even though he knew he was no match for them. This was the Jie Jiao who would rather bend than bend, and would rather die standing than bend his knees and surrender.
"Thank you, Patriarch, for the sword." Yang Guang put away the sword, with a bit more joy on his face. With this sword in hand, at least he would have no worries in the Taoist lineage. As for whether he would be feared by Buddhism, that was no longer his own.
Something to consider.
At this moment, outside the Sanqing Palace, Monk Fahai looked at the auspicious clouds and light rain in the sky, his face uncertain. He was also thinking about transforming Yang Guangdu into Buddhism so that he could gain a lot of merit.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Yang Guang turned around to worship the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty.
Although when he first came here, he knew that the Sanqing Palace was built here, but he didn't expect that Yang Guang would come to offer sacrifices in person, and the Patriarch of Sanqing didn't want to be shy. At this time, he actually showed himself holy without taking into account the Buddha's decree. This made him
There was nothing he could do.
He then looked at the Pantheon on the side, which enshrines the three emperors and five emperors of the human race, as well as the sages of the human race in the past generations, and some of them are the heroes of the soldiers who lost their lives fighting for the country in the past generations.
None of this matters.
But there is no Buddha. This is the biggest problem. The emperors worshiped the founders of the Sanqing Dynasty and the martyrs of the human race. Why is there no Tathagata Buddha? Shouldn't the Buddha be sacrificed?
Monk Fahai watched Yang Guang leave the Sanqing Palace and arrive at the Pantheon. It was so majestic that the civil servants and military generals arrived at the Pantheon before they could wake up from the holy relics just now.
The main hall of the Pantheon naturally enshrines the Three Emperors of the Human Race.
In the Hall of Three Emperors, the three emperors of the human race are sitting on it. Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan have lifelike bronze statues. They look down at the world. What they hold in their hands may be Bagua, a scripture, or a sword.
"The descendants of the human race, Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, led hundreds of civil and military officials to pay homage to the ancestors of the human race..." Yang Guang saluted the three emperors with great respect, his voice was clear and clear, and the memorial text was passed far away, and his voice was full of respect.
In the Fire Cloud Cave, the Three Emperors sat on the throne, looking through the fog with their wise eyes, looking at everything in the world.
"Mr. Yang is very respectful to us." Shennong nodded, obviously very satisfied.
"Over the years, many emperors of the human race have personally offered sacrifices to us. They have long forgotten the ancestors of the human race and know that the sky is full of gods and Buddhas. They pray for the blessings of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, to bless the harvest, to bless the country and the people, to bless the country and the country, and even to bless the energy.
Immortal." Emperor Xuanyuan sneered.
"Yuan Shoucheng found him and asked me for a piece of handwriting. But in the end, I was a little hesitant. The Fire Cloud Cave is far away from the Three Realms. It attracts the sages of the human race and suppresses the fate of the human race. We are beyond the Three Realms and will not be contaminated.
Cause and effect, so the great calamity is not destined for us, but if we take action this time, the Fire Cloud Cave will no longer be a pure place." Fuxi's wisdom eye passed through the future time and space and said: "So facing this situation, I hesitated
Already."
"The human race is indomitable. As long as there is a trace of incense, there is still hope of rising. I would rather die in battle than live in such a humble manner like a slave. Back then, we were fighting in the sky, on the battlefield, and in all directions. How brave we were.
