Emperor Jingyang had already ascended the altar, and the Taoist priests behind him also walked up, shaking their heads to the left and bowing to the right.
Zhao Xiaole was surrounded in the middle.
Then he stepped up to the high platform.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't have followed up.
But if he doesn't go up, no one else will go up.
On the contrary, it made him seem like an important person.
It seems, but that's not the case.
Zhao Xiaole also felt this way. He looked very embarrassed standing among a bunch of magicians.
Everyone else is dancing like a god.
He seems to be an audience.
How about jumping along too?
Don't look so different?
After thinking about it for a while, Zhao Xiaole gave up the idea.
He can't jump.
If you force yourself to dance, it will look even more alien.
Forget it.
After making up his mind, he looked like someone who was just taking a walk, swaying back and forth with his hands behind his back, which seemed quite leisurely.
As long as you don't embarrass yourself, others will be embarrassed.
This sentence was interpreted to the extreme by Zhao Xiaole.
Even to the point of being completely selfless.
Never mind him.
Didn’t you insist on inviting me to the stage?
The altar was very wide, and a group of Taoist priests jumped up as they stepped forward, with Emperor Jingyang leading the way.
In Zhao Xiaole's opinion, the Xuan Shui Shenjun in the previous song looked like a conductor of an orchestra.
Directing the following how to dance the master.
Zhao Xiaole was the only one who refused to obey orders.
The Lord Xuanshui didn't care either.
He just led the crowd to perform without emotion.
Zhao Xiaole looked bored, curled his lips, and turned around to look around. They were all densely packed with imperial guards.
In their hands, spears and halberds reflected dazzling light in the cold wind.
No matter how far away.
They surrounded believers and ordinary people.
Some climbed into the pavilion, some climbed to the roof, and some were on the long street, getting chairs and other things to stand on.
No matter what method is used, as long as the altar can be seen.
Fortunately, the altar is high enough.
The highest point even reaches three meters.
And Emperor Jingyang led a group of Taoist priests to jump to the position of the great god. The height was also close to two meters, and everyone in the venue could clearly see it.
There are many people watching, and there are bound to be hidden assassins. Protecting Emperor Jingyang's safety is also a major issue.
What the imperial guards did was to keep the onlookers away, but not to interfere with those in the pavilions and rooftops.
If they suddenly shot an arrow and hit the altar, or killed Emperor Jingyang, he would deserve misfortune.
The Royal Guards paid no attention to it at all.
Where can Han Tao watch?
Along the way, anyone who dared to climb onto the roof was driven down by the guards. If there were still those who refused, they were immediately shot with bows and arrows.
Under his strict orders.
Not many people dare to climb onto the roof.
The only ones who were there were hiding, with their heads slightly exposed, not daring to watch the blessing ceremony wantonly.
When Zhao Xiaole's eyes saw these people.
He discovered.
The other party is also looking at him.
Look almost observationally.
Who wouldn't be curious?
Why did a strange-looking man suddenly appear on the altar?
Still standing there leisurely.
who is he?
What is he doing?
Are you here to cause trouble?
What's going on?
Everyone was puzzled, so they looked harder.
After all, Zhao Xiaole couldn't bear the sight of so many people, so in the end, he withdrew his gaze with dismay.
Start to close your eyes and relax.
If the prediction was good, Emperor Jingyang would have almost done the dance.
His steps were obviously very frivolous.
If you dance for a while longer, you will probably die.
Sure enough, after a while, he stopped.
Emperor Jingyang, who was sweating profusely, looked at the Supreme Lord Xuanshui above him and secretly shook his head, indicating that he could no longer dance.
Divine Lord Xuanshui sighed slightly, canceled the activities behind Emperor Jingyang, and danced for him instead.
He was also very unhappy.
If it weren't for Emperor Jingyang being obsessed with women.
How could it be such a waste?
You've only danced a few times and you can't dance anymore?
After getting his signal, Emperor Jingyang slowly stopped his work, handed over the Talisman Sword, and sat on the futon that had been prepared behind him.
The Taoist priest behind him also sat down together.
Everyone began to close their eyes and recite the scriptures silently.
The Lord Xuanshui brought Emperor Jingyang's Talisman Sword, prayed, burned it with flames, and then asked for another Talisman Sword.
He started jumping up and down on the high platform and dancing.
Zhao Xiaole had already sat down with everyone. He looked like a monkey at the Xuan Shui God praying there.
It seems strange at first glance, but after a second glance it seems nothing strange.
In addition, the Taoist priests around him kept chanting hypnotic incantations. Zhao Xiaole held his chin and fell asleep.
Several times, if my head hadn't suddenly fallen down.
The cold wind suddenly woke him up again.
Zhao Xiaole actually fell asleep on the altar.
I don't know how long it took.
The white-robed demon behind him reminded him, "Your Majesty, isn't it a pity that you spent the last period of your life sleeping?"
Hearing this, Zhao Xiaole opened his eyes and looked, and found that Xuan Shui Shenjun had finished dancing and was lighting the talisman sword in his hand.
Zhao Xiaole stretched out his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, "You are still so experienced and professional. The hypnotic effect is not so good. I fell asleep in just a short while."
The white-robed demon snorted coldly when he heard this.
Ignore him.
After the Divine Lord Xuanshui burned the talisman sword, he turned to look at Emperor Jingyang and said, "Your Majesty, please come to the stage and bow down."
Emperor Jingyang nodded and slowly stood up.
He rested for a while.
My basic physical fitness has almost recovered.
However, he was similar to Zhao Xiaole, sitting in the autumn wind and constantly feeling sleepy.
Maybe it's because the movements of God Lord Xuan Shui are too enchanting.
Maybe the Taoist priests' chanting sounds are too hypnotic.
He had been dancing for a long time just now, and he was sweating a lot. After he calmed down, he was blown by the cold wind.
I feel chilly all over my body.
Over time, you will inevitably catch a cold.
Before he could move, he felt inexplicably sleepy.
Emperor Jingyang felt extremely uncomfortable.
However, everything is fine.
He was finally able to stand up and move around.
After Emperor Jingyang stood up, he took three steps and then paused, then five steps and then walked toward the high platform while grinding his heels.
Finally, he stopped in front of a prescription tripod.
Emperor Jingyang took three sticks of incense from the side, lit them, bowed respectfully towards the sky, and prayed:
"God bless me, Jingyang!"
After bowing a few more times, he inserted the incense into the big cauldron in front of him.
Then, he took another prayer and recited it. After reciting it, he put it into the cauldron and burned it.
He read loudly: "I pay homage to the Red Flame God!"
He finished reading.
The Taoist priest below also prayed, "The Red Flame God prays to God for blessings and auspiciousness, and bless me in Jingyang...!"
After the Taoist priests finished their blessings, the surrounding believers also followed suit.
After the believers finished shouting, many people were aroused and couldn't help shouting along.
Then, the whole place was filled with prayers.
Seeing this, Emperor Jingyang slowly inspected the people, opened his arms, and said, "Auspiciousness comes from heaven!"