Chapter 291 altar

  Chapter 291 Advent Altar

  He is not only living in a dream, the Golden Armor Bronze Man Art is of great value in reality. He could go to Songyang Mansion to buy things like gold, and Li Fubo might be able to get him an acquaintance’s price.

   Well, perfect!

  He Lingchuan grasped the jade slip containing the secret volume of the Bronze Man Technique in his hand, and a lot of information naturally appeared in his mind, like engraving. Refining bronze figurines is a delicate job, and there is no room for error. Fortunately, although this learning method cannot make him master it immediately, it at least guarantees that his memory will not make mistakes.

  …

   Walking out of the Pengcheng Office, the two set off for the God Advent Altar.

  The place where Zhong Shengguang rewarded God was not in the city, but chose the northwest highland five miles behind Panlong City. Usually there are few people there, but now there is a lot of traffic, and they are all rushing to the highlands.

  He Lingchuan and Sun Fuling hired a spacious carriage.

   Looking around, the travelers on the road are all civilians of Panlong City. Some couldn’t afford a car, so they simply walked there.

   You know, the dirt roads outside the city are uneven, and there are still snow in some places, but they are not as easy to walk as the city roads. What’s more, the sky is half dark now, dark clouds are about to fall, and blizzards are coming at any time.

  But the surrounding residents of Panlong City walked and chatted, as if no one was worried about the sky.

   “It won’t snow.” Sun Fuling watched him look up at the sky frequently, and knew his worries. “Every year on the Tianji Day, the sky is so oppressive. Everyone is used to it.”

  He Lingchuan is gearing up: “I can finally see Commander Zhong.” Counting the time of this dream, he has been here for several months, but he has never seen Zhong Shengguang or the Red General.

  He had toasted in front of Zhong Shengguang’s grave, and he had also seen the commander who turned into a black dragon, but what did Zhong Shengguang look like?

   “I’m going to teach you to be disappointed.” Sun Fuling laughed lowly, “Master Zhong is not here.”

   “Huh?” He Lingchuan couldn’t understand, “He wasn’t there for his daughter’s memorial day?!” What kind of tiger wolf father is this?

   “Master Zhong will sacrifice at his house. He said that he is ashamed of his daughter, and he is shameless and unworthy to preside over the heavenly sacrifice, so Wen Daolun will do it for him.”

   “Since he is ashamed of his daughter, why doesn’t he build a temple for Zhong Wugui in the city?” Panlong City has Mitian Niangniang Temple, as well as the birth temple of Zhong Shengguang and the Red General.

  Sun Fuling was funny: “How can there be a shrine for sacrifices?”

  He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: “So he still regards his daughter as a sacrifice, not a hero who saved the people of the city?”

  Sun Fuling glanced at him, and said leisurely: “Are you complaining for her?”

   “I count as a ball?” He Lingchuan grinned at himself, “My opinion is not important.” He is just a patrol until now, not even a small captain.

   Soon, the carriage arrived at its destination.

   In front of you is the God Advent Altar. There were too many people, and the carriage could not pass, so everyone got down and walked forward.

   Fortunately, the road is not rough. On the one hand, Panlong City sent people to repair this section of the mountain road. On the other hand, the God Advent Platform is located on the edge of the Chipa Plateau.

  The terrain of the Chipa Plateau is special. It is tens of feet higher than the Panlong Wilderness. Standing on the cliff at the edge of the plateau and looking down, there are criss-crossed and dangerous mountains underneath.

  But people on the plateau don’t have much trouble walking over.

  He Lingchuan walked up with the crowd, only to realize that the God Advent Platform itself is a huge platform protruding outwards, hanging alone on the edge of the Chipa Plateau, jumping down here, you will arrive at the Panlong Wasteland.

  Of course, if the body goes down, the soul will go to heaven.

When the two of He Lingchuan came to the God Advent Altar, the eight floors inside and outside were already full of people, but they all lowered their eyebrows and lowered their eyes, sitting on their knees, but if a child dared to make a noise, they would immediately attract everyone’s glaring. Parents must shut up immediately, otherwise someone else will teach the child for you.

  Sun Fuling reminded He Lingchuan on the way here not to be disrespectful to the daughter of the Zhong family on the altar. There was once a foreigner who uttered nonsense here and was beaten to death in the end.

  It turned out that the heavenly sacrifice ceremony had already begun, and now there was only one voice resounding in the audience, and that was the sacrificial rite that Wen Daolun was reciting.

  Siliu Calligraphy, the wording is exquisite.

  The voice is calm and cadenced.

  He Lingchuan listened to a few sentences, and his intention was nothing more than to praise Zhong Wugui for sacrificing his life for his homeland, and his sincerity moved the world. Since ancient times, sacrificial rites have been full of flowers, wishing to frame them with extravagant flowers, He Lingchuan only heard the thunder from the gods, took away the part of the sacrificial offerings, and then focused all his attention on this site.

   This altar was supposed to be the size of two football fields, but a corner was missing at the front.

  The shape of this corner…how should I put it? It’s as if someone had planned with a circle and cut it out directly.

  So the outermost side of the God Advent Altar became a circular arc, neat and smooth, not like a natural product.

   This huge gap makes the altar made of blue ashlar look small.

  A sharp stele on the altar, shaped like a sword pointing directly at the sky, has not been named.

  On the altar in front of the altar, there are pigs, cows and sheep.

  The daughter of a commander enjoys this kind of offering, which is not in line with the national etiquette of Xiluo. But obviously Zhong Shengguang didn’t care, and neither did the people of Panlong City.

  What He Lingchuan thought about was, why did Zhong Shengguang choose to pay God here?

  Other people rewarding gods are sneaky, wishing that no one would know. But the venue he chose is open and flat, which can easily accommodate thousands of onlookers.

  Besides that Zhong Shengguang no longer pays attention to the ban of the Xiluo Kingdom, besides the fact that he monopolizes the power in Panlong City and can even reward the gods, are there more political considerations?

  For example, let the people of Panlong City witness with their own eyes how much sacrifice the Zhong family made for the safety of Panlong City and the well-being of every city citizen?

  The hearts of the people need to be won.

  If this is the case, even if Zhong Shengguang’s grief over the loss of his beloved daughter is real, it has also been carefully considered.

   This is really a hero, even his own pain can be used as a bargaining chip.

  For some reason, He Lingchuan suddenly thought of He Chunhua, and then sighed.

  Sun Fuling next to her immediately turned her head to look over, her eyes were as bright as water.

  She put her finger in front of her lips, did not hiss, but continued to point to the sky.

   It is not an exaggeration to describe the celestial phenomenon at this time as turbulent and treacherous. Before that time (3:00 p.m.), there was no light on the sky and earth, and at the same time, there was a strong wind, and the dark clouds in the sky were so thick that they almost pressed down on the top of the mountain. When everyone looked up, they could see the surging waves below the clouds, as if the sea was stuck upside down on the sky. top.

  The commoner lay low, not daring to take a breath.

  At this moment, Wen Daolun finished reading the sacrificial oration, and loosened his hand, and the golden and red paper on which the sacrificial oration was written was swept up into the sky by the strong wind, spontaneously ignited in mid-air, and burned to ashes in a few breaths.

  He Lingchuan watched the ashes fly into the clouds and disappear.

   Afterwards, the sky and the earth were full of light, because a bolt of lightning struck down.

  He Lingchuan closed his eyes, and only vaguely saw its shape like a tree root, hitting directly under the altar.

   Then came the second thunder.

  This is unreasonable, shouldn’t the lightning hit a high place? Why ignore the obelisk on the cliff and smash it into the valley?

  Probably in response to the question of his bullshit, after twenty breaths, just when he thought everything was over, another thunderbolt fell.

  The shape this time is different from the previous ones. It is actually a huge circular beam of light, and it just hits the gap in the God Advent Altar, perfectly fitting!

  No creature dared to open its eyes, even Wen Daolun, who was the priest, turned his head away.

   Tianwei is unstoppable.

  After He Lingchuan opened his eyes, he smelled a strong smell of burnt smoke. The dark clouds in the mid-air gradually receded, and after a while, a ray of sunlight came out, penetrating the high altitude and focusing a beam, which happened to hit the altar of the gods.

  The majesty and majesty are beyond description.

  He Lingchuan looked around and saw the civilians of Panlong City prostrate on the ground, chanting words, no matter who they were, their expressions were much more pious than before.

  The gods still care about this place, who dares to have doubts?

   Wen Daolun stepped off the altar and stood aside.

  The officiant ceremony has been completed, and solemnity is no longer required at the scene. So the civilians raised their baskets and came forward to offer offerings, and then saluted respectfully. If you are particular, press the child’s head and make him knock three times.

  When the high incense is about to burn out, Wen Daolun will go up to offer incense again.

  The city guards were on the sidelines to maintain order, and everything was in order.

  He Lingchuan saw that most of the offerings offered by the common people were fruits, vegetables and cakes. In this windy and snowy season, fruits are really not cheap, and the better ones are more expensive.

  The life of Panlong City people is still a long way from being rich.

  Some children even put their favorite toys on it.

  He Lingchuan even saw a young man take out flowers from under his coat, peel off the outer layer of oil paper, and carefully put them under the obelisk.

  The flowers were not crushed, but the delicate petals were instantly covered with hoarfrost.

  Things that are weak really can’t survive in Panlong City.

   It was not until this time that He Lingchuan truly realized the true feelings of the residents of Panlong City for the Zhong family.

   That doesn’t even need to be verbalized.

   Those who sacrificed their lives for the sake of the people in the city are worthy of nostalgia and respect no matter what.

  Sun Fuling tugged at his sleeve, divided the prepared offerings with him in half, and the two stepped forward together.

  He Lingchuan lowered his head and found that besides a few large crystal pears, he also brought a box of meatloaf.

  The box is elegant, and there is a product name on it, called Wenxiangyi.

   This meatloaf is actually a time-honored brand.

  There were too many civilians participating in the Heavenly Sacrifice, and the altar could not be put down. These fruits were placed around the obelisk.

  He Lingchuan put down the offering, saluted with Sun Fuling, and then walked towards Wen Daolun.

  The soldiers behind Wen Daolun immediately stepped forward to stop him.

  But Sun Fuling has already spoken in advance:

   “Mr. Wen.”

   Wen Daolun turned his head and looked: “Isn’t this Xu Shichu’s female disciple? Come here, come here.”

  The soldiers let go.

  Sun Fuling knew that his time was precious, so he was not too polite, and said straight to the point: “Mr. Wen, I’m here to ask for favors.”

   Wen Daolun was at a loss: “Favour?”

   “Two months ago, you and I were playing chess at Shumin Academy…”

  Wen Daolun immediately said “ah”: “Okay, okay, I remembered, please tell me.”

   “My friend was sent to bring disaster, and I would like to ask Mr. Wen to show him a clear path.” Sun Fuling pointed to He Lingchuan, who immediately crossed his hands in a salute, “Mr. Wen, please explain.”

  (end of this chapter)