To the south of the imperial capital, a huge white column stood on a huge square. It was engraved with the patterns of various strange and ferocious beasts, some roaring ferociously, some soaring in the clouds and mist, and some swallowing the sun.
Without exception, these engraved lines demonstrate the majesty of the god.
It seems to indicate the glorious past of the ancient god lord, whose divine power is higher than the sky.
Zhaodu was the capital of Suchuan. In contrast, the Bisheng Pillar it built was also the largest in the entire Suchuan. The height of the pillar could not be measured with the naked eye, but Lu Ming estimated that it should not be less than one hundred meters high.
I really have some doubts as to how the ancient kings of Suchuan built the Bisheng Pillar. According to common sense, the length buried underground is at least tens of meters, and the entire pillar is estimated to be close to 200 meters.
It really seems a bit outrageous.
Not to mention this ancient feudal dynasty without modern high technology, even in the previous life of the 21st century, a pillar of nearly 200 meters was also a huge project. At least it was needed for world-class bridges.
Not only is this Pillar of Other Life so tall, but it also has so many lifelike ancient beasts carved on it, which shows that some of the things in the classics are not necessarily all false.
The Iron Guards are on the left, the disciples of the Tianqi Sect are on the right, and above the square and on the eaves of many buildings are the Lingya Guards holding guns, waiting for people in the square to gather like this.
There is a flame totem engraved on the top of the altar. As a group of Tianqi Sect disciples have arranged all the required materials, they are now just waiting for the last step, praying and sacrificial inscriptions.
Naturally, the Tianqi Clan and the high priest were indispensable for holding the afterlife ceremony, but at this moment, the thin old man felt a slight uneasiness rising in his heart, which was getting worse.
But after closing my eyes and thinking for a long time, I still couldn't figure out where I felt uneasy.
'Perhaps Your Majesty is simply crazy...'
Forcibly comforting himself in his heart, the high priest turned to look at the middle-aged man next to him with a complicated expression. The battle formation had been set up. The next step was for him, the high priest, to go to heaven and recite the Shinto rituals enshrined by the Tianqi people in order to pray for the god.
Deeds are covered with badges.
Time was running out, and the high priest finally said to the middle-aged man: "Fo Zhuan, the master has indeed been sorry for you before, but...if...if the Shinto becomes prosperous after today, I will allow you to return to Tianqimen and start a new life."
Practice the Tianqi Divine Way."
Buddha Seal was stunned for a moment. Seeing the melancholy expression on the old man's face, he immediately said solemnly: "Teacher, don't worry, Buddha Seal has never left Tianqi Gate. The heart of Buddha Seal has always been with the Divine Lord!"
"Since my heart has never deviated from the divine way, I naturally don't care about those worldly reputations."
"Reputation in the world?" the high priest sighed softly, looking at the serious and solemn Buddhist seal, he raised his old hand, and finally put it down again, put his hands behind his back, and walked straight towards the top of the altar.
"Husband, there are sacrifices in Shinto..."
"Husband, there is a blessing from the Shinto, a thousand years of peace and stability in Suchuan..."
"..."
The sacrificial prayer document thicker than a fist was turned over page after page under the hands of the high priest, and the old and powerful voice echoed in the huge square, as if carrying a trace of mysterious power.
A breeze blew across the square, causing the ignited flames to tilt. Everyone was waiting quietly.
Pingjiang Marquis Zhuxi's face and royal robes were still stained with dried blood. He didn't know whether it was from his own subordinates or from the iron guards who had some casualties.
He did not reach out to wipe away the bloodstains. After decades of ups and downs, Zhu Xi's mood could not be said to remain stable and calm in everything he encountered, but at least he would not lose it because of mere stains on his appearance.
Think about what is most important to you right now.
Your Majesty, kill my people!
Is he trying to establish his authority or is he really crazy?
Your Majesty requires the awakening ceremony for another life today. Why?
It is impossible for the girl at Bishengzhu to light it up. The girl has been brought back by the Lord for so many days. There is no way that the Lord has not brought her here to try it. It is impossible to light it up.
The only one who can light up the pillar of life is me, Zhu Xi!
Then why did you let your Majesty personally crush the lies that the royal family has been lying about for many years in front of everyone?
Is he really crazy?
If you are crazy, your chances of winning should be greater.
The slightly calloused thumb pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist. The sweat on his palm was blown by the breeze and he felt a cool touch. Zhuxi was suddenly startled. He looked down at the sword at his waist and then looked up at the altar above.
The high priest is about to finish reciting the liturgy.
His frown deepened. Your Majesty didn't put away his sword. Why...?
Didn't you just say that you offended him?
Is he really confident that he is extremely powerful and thinks this is his home court, or is he really so faint that he can change his order from day to day?
Zhu Xi couldn't figure it out, so he could only hold the hilt of the sword, quietly make himself look calmer, and wait for changes. No matter what, the outcome will always be known today.
All we can do is prepare for the worst.
After a while, the nearby iron guards brought an iron cage covered with black cloth from outside the square and placed it next to Zhu Xi.
There was some jet black powder sprinkled on the black cloth, and some places were still wet. It was obvious that the person who was guarding the cage had just encountered an accident.
There seemed to be some kind of creature inside the cage. The moment the iron cage was lowered, there was a crackling sound, as if a creature was knocking on the iron cage.
Zhu Xi took a step back to the side, and squeezed the hand on the hilt of the sword slightly. It took him a long time to look away from the iron cage covered with black cloth, and looked at the stage above, trying to hold his breath and concentrate.
But his head was still buzzing uncontrollably, and Zhu Xi only had one thought at the moment.
This gentleman is really crazy!
If you didn't know what kind of monster was in this cage before, wouldn't you know it after you killed the guards you brought and robbed the cage?
But why on earth did he dare to bring the cage over even though he knew what was being locked up?
Are you really crazy and want to dig your own grave?
It's impossible that your Majesty has never seen those so-called divine masters, right?
The moment the cage was put down, Linglong stood up, looked at the cage, and clenched her fists, obviously she already knew what was inside.
Green vines sprouted from the cracks in the floor around her feet one after another. They looked like toothy silver snakes in the direction of Marquis Pingjiang, as if they might choose and devour anyone at any time under the command of their master.
Holding her with a pair of warm hands, Lu Ming held Linglong in his arms and whispered: "He will die, and he will die miserably, I promise!"
"Although he must be blamed for his death, I still have to kill him, and I must kill him ruthlessly. I will cut his body into pieces and cook him, and he will be bitten by wild dogs. I will do whatever it takes to make him taste all the pain in the world.
, to avenge the injustice of those lonely souls who died in Pingting."
"Well, I believe you." Linglong raised her head and tried not to feel so sad. She took a deep breath and said, "I don't like torturing people. If you want to kill, just kill them."
"It's one thing to deserve what he deserves, but it's another thing for us to kill him."
"Lu Ming, you have to promise me that we can take revenge, we can hate injustice, we can complain about other people's injustices, we can hate everyone we don't like...but you must not become a murderer."
"Compared with others, I hate all those bad things. I hope you will always be well. I...can't lose you again."
Those eyes were full of unspeakable worry. The girl who came out of the mountains had a kind nature, but for this reason she seemed to have let go of many things that she had never let go of.
Maybe it's because she has matured and grown up, and that's what she once said, she can't lose him anymore.
Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, looking at the serious girl for a long time, then suddenly reached out and flicked her forehead, and said, "You're just kidding, I'm a foolish king. How can I be called a murderer if I'm a foolish king?"
Linglong raised her eyebrows, her little face was straight, and she looked unhappy. She didn't know whether it was because of his remarks or the painful blow just now.
Lu Ming rubbed her hair and blinked,
"Suchuan is all mine, and I'm yours, huh?!"
Linglong's expression softened slightly and she hummed softly.
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The ancient tome in the hands of the high priest had turned to the last page. As the last "Please give me grace!" came out, the thin old man with a white beard took the lead and knelt down towards the God Lord on the high platform.
There was a crashing sound all around, and the disciples of Tianqi Sect used the most pious mood, the most respectful posture, and the most enthusiastic expressions; they knelt down and looked at the girl who was said to be the God Lord like a pilgrim.
This is the last step. The God Lord needs to light up the Bishengzhu that represents her power and majesty, so that the world can feel its grace. According to the records of the ancient Tianqimen classics, the Bishengzhu in the entire Suchuan will rush to echo.
, gathered into a brilliant star map that all Suchuan people can see.
It will also make the king's majesty and status more stable.
Marquis Pingjiang wiped his warm palms because he was a little nervous and frightened when he saw the iron cage covered with black cloth. The sweat swept away and his palms were placed on the hilt of the sword at his waist again.
There was no sound around, and the prayer service had ended.
Tianqimen disciples knelt together
But none of this attracted Zhu Xi's attention. He just looked at the girl who was only five or six steps away from the high platform and walked in front of him. She watched her walk from the high platform and stopped in front of him.
pace.
Zhu Xi didn't understand what she was going to do, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword instinctively tightened slightly.
The girl glanced at Marquis Pingjiang, who was nervous due to the exaggeration of the environment and the presence of a ghost. Then she reached out and grabbed the curtain of the iron cage beside her. Zhu Xi's body tensed instinctively.
"Are you afraid of seeing what you do?"
After speaking sarcastically, the curtain was pulled open by the girl. Inside the dark iron cage without a door, a gray figure curled up, and a faint shrill voice came out.
After careful inspection, it is not difficult to see that what is locked in the cage is a girl with no hair and unknown silver-gray scales. Her face is pale, without any color, and the dazzling sunlight shines directly on her without the black curtain.
The figure was so frightening that she suddenly shrank tighter.
She tried her best to cling to the edge of the cage, as if being covered by an object would bring her a sense of security.
Linglong leaned down and stretched out her left hand to ease the girl's nervousness, but when she felt the approaching palm, she let out a shrill scream of fear, and couldn't stop waving her hands randomly, trying to drive away everything she was afraid of.
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Linglong paused slightly, retracted her left hand, and then looked at her clenched right hand with a trace of warm blood flowing out. She squeezed it slightly, and then stood up.
"I really want to kill you with one sword right now. I don't even want you to live in this world for a second."
Walking towards the altar in the center of the square, Linglong walked up to the tall Bisheng Pillar and stretched out her right hand, then looked at Zhu Xi: "But I want you to get the punishment you deserve, rather than simply die."
Opening her palm, the palm holding the blood touched the stone pillar of Bishengzhu, which had not changed for hundreds of years. The blood flowed into the groove that was not deep. The girl continued to Zhuxi: "You deserve the real
Judgment! You Zhuxi, your sin is unpardonable!"
"You must atone for the three hundred thousand innocent souls who died in your fiefdom!"
The warm blood turned cold, slowly began to crawl towards the top of the pillar, flowed, and disappeared after a moment.
After absorbing the blood, the entire pillar began to change. The carvings of the strange and ferocious beasts on it began to move from bottom to top, one after another, toward the top with pure white light, until the entire pillar was lit up.
The sky suddenly became dark and pure, as if the incandescent skin had been torn open, allowing the area to see the bright and vast universe at once, and standing on tiptoe and stretching out one's hands seemed to be able to grab a star.
Several unknown stars are linked into a line and gradually converge. The dazzling star map corresponds to the mountains and terrain of Suchuan, which is dazzling and extremely hot.
The stars in the star map began to connect to the pillars in various places in Suchuan below. The pillars in various places gradually began to light up. Countless Suchuan people began to raise their heads, looking at the sky, the star map, and the divine Lord.
…
I don’t know who said the words ‘God’s majesty’, I don’t know who started to pray, I don’t know who started to shed tears, and countless people across Suchuan began to do the same.
After a while, everyone on the earth became one.
Inside the imperial capital.
The high priest was prostrate on the ground, his pale cheek pressed against the floor, warm tears flowing from his cheek; the disciples of the Tianqi Sect around him had begun to be involuntarily infected by the miracle before them, and began to chant the majesty of the Lord of God.
There was a clang.
Zhu Xi could no longer restrain himself, and the sword on his waist fell to the floor. He even slumped to the ground helplessly. His face was full of dull disbelief, and he murmured "impossible!" in a low voice.
nonsense.
The surrounding iron guards had no time to pay attention to her. Even the iron guards who did not believe in Shinto knew that at this moment they should be kneeling and looking up at the majesty of the god.
Suddenly, a ray of light shone on the girl in the iron cage. Her face began to regain its rosiness, the previously deformed and terrifying silver scales on her body began to disappear, and jet-black hair grew on her head.
After doing all this, Linglong turned her attention to Pingjiang Hou Zhuxi.
"God said you are guilty!"
"Zhuxi, do you know your guilt?!"
Zhu Xi's whole body trembled. He pulled out the sword that was said to be from Shenzong five hundred years ago and stuck it on the ground. He tried hard to support himself to stand up, and he was about to succeed at that moment.
Echoes of "Zhuxi, do you know your guilt?!" echoed from all directions again. Zhuxi couldn't help but was shaken by the sound and collapsed to the ground again. He looked around, and countless pairs of eyes in the square looked at him and asked questions.
"This is impossible!
!”
"I do not believe!
!”
"If you don't have the power of Shenzong, it's impossible for you to light up the pillar of life!"
The hair crown was already scattered on the ground. Zhu Xi's eyes were red, he looked at his sword and let out a heart-rending roar.
On the high platform.
Lu Ming put the dagger back into its sheath, looked at the gash on his palm, picked up a piece of white cloth from the side and began to wrap it up. After everything was done, he stood up from the chair.
"How can Shenzong's sword compare to Shenzong's blood?"
"Marquis Pingjiang, you don't even understand this, how can you win against me?"
Zhu Xi paused suddenly, holding the sword and drawing a deep ravine from the ground. The ground tilted up. Zhu Xi stared intently and saw that the sword was not damaged at all.
Under the altar, the prostrate high priest's face was covered with traces of warmth and moisture. A familiar voice came from his ears, "Teacher...it's time for you to abdicate."