Chapter 33 The Fate of Xuanyin Tianxing
“Haha, choose for yourself!”
Hearing this, even An Jing couldn't help but laugh in his heart.
He does not think that the Demonic Church is lying in this regard - the one hundred and eight people left behind are all elites. Even if they have not awakened their destiny, they will be able to reach the level of inner energy like Li Jiaoxi in the future, which is enough to serve as an organization's leader. Composed of mid-range and low-end products.
Even if it fails, the Demon Cult will not do anything to the survivors.
This statement may seem upright, but in fact it avoids the important and trivial, as if death is a small probability event. Instead, it emphasizes the glory of the 'winners' and the guaranteed treatment of the losers.
As for the phrase 'choose for yourself'...
While the owner of the medicine shop was speaking, An Jing smelled a strange fragrance.
The scent was quite weak, and it would have been difficult to smell it if he hadn't just pretended to be concentrating on it while actually paying attention to his surroundings.
Not long after smelling the strange fragrance, An Jing noticed that his heartbeat began to accelerate, and his courage began to grow as if he had drunk alcohol. He even began to well up in his heart and stood up to scold the owner of the medicine store and expose the devil's sect. The conspiracy' is so bold, but I don't know what the so-called idea is!
Nowadays, no one will believe what he said. He can't affect anything. People will only think that he is crazy - but An Jing suddenly had such impulse and courage!
——Actually drugged!
Even An Jing can’t hold it back, let alone other children? Immediately, after the owner of the medicine village said, ‘Whether you want to participate or not is entirely up to your own choice,’ everyone responded loudly, ‘Yes’!
An Jing also shouted out without hesitation - he noticed that Bai Qinghan did the same.
Indeed, the other party just hasn't read the book and is not stupid.
"very good."
After seeing all the children acting in unison, the owner of the medicine village smiled with satisfaction: "Then, the ritual ceremony begins!"
"We worship the Emperor and God, and all the disciples offer incense!"
Accompanied by chants, the twelve groups of one hundred and eight named disciples who performed the ritual ceremony burned incense centered on the altar where each group was located, and paid homage to Emperor Huangtian, the so-called "Cangtian" 'Tiangong' and 'God'.
Not only the Tianyi Sect, there are many sects, and even the Dachen National Festival has to offer sacrifices to the Emperor Tianhou Tu, so no one thinks it is wrong - and such a worship ceremony is not only a simple ceremony, but also can unite everyone. Let those who perform the ceremony together have a sense of belonging, accomplishment and pride.
Emperor Tian does not have a specific image, but when temple sculptures are placed for him in the human world, he will turn into a kind old man - but the Heavenly Will Sect is the same as the royal sacrifices. They absolutely do not have any image and only offer sacrifices to the sky.
But this kind of sacrifice represents an extremely high level of ritual sacrifice - if there is no special terrain and personality, wanting to perform ritual sacrifices out of thin air to the "completely real sky" instead of "God limited by idol sculptures" is equivalent to One person's cry wants to wake up all the sleeping people in the world.
Xuanming Village surprisingly occupies such a special terrain!
After the incense was burned, the jade altar lit up with simple lines.
"All disciples return to their positions, start the rituals, and open the Valley of Life!"
The chanters were the lecturers who taught scriptures in Xuanmingzhuang. Their voices were loud and ethereal. An Jing and others also sat cross-legged on the jade platform.
While sitting on the jade platform, An Jing suddenly felt that he could communicate with the other eight people in his group - after undergoing rigorous training, they could indeed cooperate with each other without much words and with movements.
But after burning incense and making the jade platform glow slightly, he could clearly sense other people's emotions!
Eagerness, curiosity, fear, confusion, calmness, wanting to perform well to attract others' attention, fantasizing about becoming a formal disciple and learning superb martial arts, returning home in glory to take back his parents...
All kinds of emotions and desires surge like a river.
An Jing himself was also aroused in desire.
He wants to live and live with everyone who wants to live.
Unlike all other boys and girls, he knew the intentions of every move of the Demon Cult and knew the sinister intentions behind their gentle masks.
He believes in his own abilities and his own qualities, but he doesn't know if he can survive if he goes on like this step by step. He still wants to be reunited with his mother, he still wants to see his father, and he still wants to take him with him friends survive together and move towards the future together...
An Jing wants greater power, to control his own destiny, and then... to decide the direction of his life.
——He wants to live and live freely!
It is at this moment that twelve groups of one hundred and eight people are connected and the sea of desire is churning.
With the twelve jade platforms as the core, a series of light cyan light patterns lit up, spreading from the jade platforms to the ground and even in the air, until they were linked to each other, forming a huge ancient formation, slowly moving on the altars. Rotate.
The leader of the medicine shop took a step forward, cut his hand with a jade dagger, sprinkled blood, and shouted loudly: "Use blood as a basket, use soul as a sacrifice!"
"Please respect God and rectify the Dharma!"
The other lecturers and leaders surrounding the altar, forming a faintly larger formation, also cut their hands with jade daggers, splashed blood, and shouted in unison.
"Please respect God and rectify the Dharma!" "Please respect God and rectify the Dharma!" "Please respect God and rectify the Dharma!"
For a moment, it was like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, the mighty sound mixed with the sudden strong wind. In an instant, the white fog around Ming Valley settled, and the clouds gathered, turning it into darkness even though it was daytime.
In this chaotic mist where the sky and the earth are unknown, and there is no distinction between morning and dusk.
A hazy, dim hand, like a giant hand made of pure black mist, slowly poked out from the depths of Xuanming Valley.
Then, it was gently covered on the twelve jade altars.
"Clang!"
At the same time, stimulated by this, the twelve jade platforms bloomed in unison.
Different from the devil's hand in the valley, these jade altars are true Shinto sacrifices, containing supreme sword intent. Now stimulated by the devil's breath, they all release sharp sword intent.
Immediately, streaks of jade-green sword energy shot out from the depths of the white sand, fighting against the gloomy giant hand protruding from the valley, bursting out streaks of starlight evil energy, illuminating the Tiangu.
"It's done! Evil Sword God, God's will turns around!"
After doing all this, everyone including the owner of the medicine village looked sluggish, but the old man's eyes were extremely excited: "Then let's see how these materials are made!"
"Life or death depends entirely on 'fate'!"
Before the owner of the medicine village could finish his words, due north of the formation, a bright star suddenly rose in the group of Jaozi.
The star comes from a girl sitting on the jade platform. She is young and has a thin figure. It seems that she will be blown away by a gust of wind. However, her eyes are closed at the moment, her mind is focused on the interior scene, and her expression is extremely determined.
The stars above Bai Qinghan's head were as bright as the moon, waxing and waning, blooming with jade-white brilliance, suspended between the sword energy and the devil's hand.
A moon-white starlight lit up from the back of her head, flowing in a circle and forming a circle of light behind Bai Qinghan's head.
This jade-white nimbus, during the rotation, manifests the strange totem of the waxing and waning moons, giving off an indescribable mysterious and icy color, and the meaning of mysterious and yin overflows in the surroundings. Mysterious lines were condensed, causing the altar where Bai Qinghan was located and the surrounding land to condense into a circle of white mist and frost.
"This is……"
At first, the owner of the medicine shop didn't react, but he soon fell into ecstasy: "Okay, okay! Seven lives [Xingsha strange life]!"
"The vision of the stars is the totem of the Tao pattern; the South Dou is in the sky, and the body is in the twelfth yin!"
"This is the pattern of [Yang Death and Yin Life], the fate of Xuanyin Tianxing!"
(End of chapter)