Chapter 182: Sacrifice day

"It turns out that this can be explained. Why can you join the impermanence alliance with your cultivation? Right, you said that this mask and token are uploaded by the ancestors?" Han Li heard that Bai Suyuan said, Slowly nodded and asked again.
"The original owner of this mask is a ancestor of our white family, the immortal who served as the elder of the inner door in the Candle Dragon Road. Our White House can become a secret family that secretly manages the Baiyou Kingdom, in fact It is also because of the ancestors of that year. As for the tokens, nature is also his." Bai Suyuan explained.
"In this case, why don't you go directly to Candle Dragon Road to find this immortal ancestor, ask him to kill this demon?" Han Li brows a little pick and asks.
"According to my grandfather, this ancestor suddenly disappeared thousands of years ago, and there has been no news. The elders of the family have gone out to search for it, but they have also disappeared together... Since then, my white family’s power It is gradually no longer the same year... It is precisely because of this that Zeng Zu was eager to become a true fairy, so that he was finally swayed by the devil." Bai Suyuan sighed and said.
"What you said, I can't verify it for a while, wait until I have seen Bai Songshi with my own eyes, and confirm that he has been chosen by the devil, then decide whether or not to start." Han Li listened, thought after saying this.
As far as the girl in front is concerned, he does not actually believe it.
In the view of Han Li, she was able to hide in the eyes of a real fairy for so many years. It is already very simple, and naturally there is more defense.
"This... well. At the beginning of next month, it is a ten-year-old ritual blessing ceremony of the 100-year-old country. At that time, the emperor will take the civil and military officials and go to the territory of the Taimu Mountain to worship the heavens. The white pine stone is the first of the hundred officials. You have to go with it. When you get started, you can keep the impact to a minimum when you are away from the mundane city." Bai Suyuan hesitated, and said.
"Alright." Han Li heard the words, nodded, it was decided to settle the matter.
"Right, I don't know how friends call it?" Bai Suyuan blinked and asked.
"Li Feiyu."
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Located in the eastern part of Baiyou Country, the Taimu Mountain Range has always been known for its majestic mountains and beautiful scenery. Among them, Taifeng Peak is the highest mountain in the whole country. It has always been honored as
Dongyue Mountain
and is in the Baiyou Country. The position in my heart is extremely high. According to legend, one of the true believers has soared in the day.
The literati of Baiyouguo has always been able to climb the Taifeng Peak and be proud of his poetry. So far, there are some poems left by the ancients and the past, and the stone cliffs left by everyone, attracting many people every year. Come and see what you really want.
However, just before January, the entire Taifeng Peak was surrounded by a large number of soldiers wearing armor, completely banned, no matter whether Wang Gonggui or the city people, no mountaineering.
In this regard, Baiyouguo did not have any objection because they all knew that the emperor would come to worship the heavens and pray.
Although the Taifeng Peak was banned, it was only a few days before the festival was held. Dongtai County in the foothills of the mountain had already been crowded with people from nearby counties.
On the day of the official ceremonies, the day was not yet bright. On both sides of the official road leading to the Taifeng Peak in the county town, the people who came to pay homage to the emperor's holy face squeezed a hole.
When Ji Shi arrived, the emperor and the civil and military officials drove straight out of the palace in the county town. The guards of the Royal Forest Army went straight to the Taifeng Peak.
On the top of the Taifeng Peak, an open circular altar has already been set up with a few incense burners. The floor is covered with a brocade red carpet. There are many officials in the ceremonial uniforms, all face and piety. Waiting.
Among these people, there is a middle-aged official with a normal face, his hands hanging in front of his body, his eyes constantly turning, and his surroundings are looked at.
This person is not someone else. It is the change of appearance, Han Li who lurks in, and Bai Suyuan is hidden in the altar by hiding.
After observing for a while, Han Li discovered that in addition to the dozens of Yuan Ying and the foundation-based monks who were patrolling the perimeter, the ritual book of his side was actually a monk.
Han Li knows that most of these people are laid out in the darkness of the White House.
After waiting for about one or two hours, the emperor’s car finally came to the top of the mountain.
I saw the emperor, who seemed to be a weak-aged man, walked down the carriage under the help of the eunuch, but did not rush to the altar side, but stopped at the driver's car, seemingly waiting for something.
After a while, the rear car and the car continued to follow.
Immediately after the carriage of the emperor's car stopped, the door opened, and a purple-haired old man with a white hair found a palm, and with the help of two entourages, he trembled and walked down the carriage.
His face looks very old, his face is full of wrinkles, his eyes are muddy, and there are a few scattered silver hairs in front of his forehead. His body is awkward and looks like a pair of woods.
When the emperor saw that he slowly walked to the side of his body, his face showed a smile. When he was accompanied, he slowly walked over to the altar. The rest of the civil and military officials quickly followed.
Han Li is mixed in the crowd, and the blue-eyed man who is not easily noticed in the depths of his eyes flashes away. His eyes are swept away from the old man, and his heart is basically determined. This person is definitely the old lady Shi Baishui.
Although this person now acts like an embarrassing old man with inconvenient movement and hides his body well, he naturally does not know his knowledge. On the surface, this person is indeed a Mahayana monk.
In addition to deliberately suppressing the cultivation and covering up the atmosphere, he did not find any other defects.
I saw the emperor and the white pine stone stepping onto the steps, and the first level went to the altar. The rest of the civil and military officials stopped below the altar.
The old man who fell into the old and ruined appearance, when Han Li’s ceremonial officials were around, the pace of his feet was slightly stagnate, and the corner of his eye seemed to inadvertently swayed in a direction outside the altar, and the turbid eyes seemed to flash a glimmer of light, but It was just a fleeting moment, and then immediately replied as usual and embarked on the center of the altar.
Under the auspices of a senior official of the Ministry of Rites, the ceremony continued as usual, and Han Li was indifferent and measured in his heart.
"Li Daoyou, the devil is afraid that I have already discovered me. Why are you still not shooting? Is it really fascinated by the evil eye of this demon?" At this time, Bai Suyuan’s voice suddenly sounded in his mind, and it seemed to be a bit anxious.
"Magic light friend, can you help me take a look..." Han Li heard the words, looked down at his own shadow, and asked with a heart.
After a moment of silence, there was no change in his shadow. His heart sounded the voice of the magic light: "Han Daoyou, this person's hiding power is not weak, but according to my observation, it is indeed our supernatural Genus."
Han Li heard that his eyes were slightly converging, and his mouth slightly tilted up in a curve, revealing a smile.
At this time, the emperor had already given three sacrifices under the arrangement of the high officials of the rites, and had passed the three pillars of high incense, and then retreated to the side of the control.
"...Wu Emperor Chongde, Yangwei Holy God, following Tianliji... for the heavens and the earth, for the sake of the people, for the world to open the peace... the power of the dragon, the permanent innocence... I want to use the sacrifice..."
As the head of Baiguan, Baisongshi began to face the ministers. Instead of the emperor, he mourned the worship of the gods. His voice was hoarse, but he was quite exhausted and shouted.
When Han Li saw this, he suddenly stepped up and emerged from the crowd.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites, who were beside him, suddenly became shocked and quickly wanted to stop him, but only saw a flower in front of him, and he had disappeared.
In the next moment, he has already appeared in the middle of the altar.
I saw a wave of his sleeves, and a blue whirlwind immediately swayed out of it. It was like a blue dragon. It rolled up the people including the emperor and took it straight down the mountain.
The monks who were hidden among the mortals, who were shining in the light and wanted to get out of it, could not do anything about it. They could only float with each other and flew to the foothills of the Taimu Mountain.
"You are the reinforcements that the has invited?" Bai Songshi stopped the rituals and turned to look at Han Li.
The original turbid eyes suddenly became very clear, and the sturdy figure immediately became tall and straight, and the hands were gathered together before the forehead, and the decaying atmosphere of the whole person was swept away. Instead, it was replaced by a kind of A very strong atmosphere of the authorities.
Han Li sneered, did not answer, his body flashed, and suddenly, he slammed out and slammed his head.
The old man saw his sudden burst of momentum, his eyes slightly twitching, his body flashed, and he retired dozens of feet.
Han Li fell into a fist and fell on the ground of the altar.
Just listening to the "bang" loud noise, the entire altar collapsed and turned into a powder.
A dozen or so streams around it flashed around Han Li, and they glared at Han Li.
"Where the bold madman came, I dared to attack my ancestors!" An old man in a green robe, pointing to Han Li, yelled.
Han Li’s fist was out, but he didn’t make any more troubles. He just stared at the opposite white pine stone and looked at the people around him. .
These people are all white monks. If they are the best, they will not be able to care for them.
At this moment, there was another slender figure from a distance, and it fell on the already broken altar. Its appearance is pretty and pretty, wearing a pink lotus skirt, but it is Bai Suyuan.
"Two uncles, uncle... you stop. This fierce senior is that I invite you to come and kill the demon, you have to be tempted by the devil, lost your life in vain." Bai Suyuan shouted.
"Stop, you have this obstacle, not only killed your own grandfather, but even dared to swear words and ruin the patriarch, I really do not know how to live and die, today I have to clean up the door for the big brother." Bai Suyuan called the two uncles of the Qingpao old man Angry, his body shines brightly, and he kills Bai Suyuan.
In the eyes of Han Li, Yu Guang saw this scene, but did not pay attention to it, but step by step toward the "white pine".