You rascal, stop right there!

Wenqing Mountain Altar.

This mountain was praised as a sacred mountain by Xuanli.

On a high place, a sacrifice platform, the Wusangtai and the Fengma flag array are set up, and a circle of white stone piles is set up outside as a boundary.

As a blasphemy to the gods, not a single tree or grass was cut down on the entire mountain, and not a single house was built there.

The wind blows...

The wind horse flags are made of five colors: blue, white, red, green and yellow, printed with scriptures, and hung at the pass of Wenqing Mountain.

Since most of the monks in Shanhua Temple died, only about a dozen people survived. The scene of thousands of people turning prayer wheels and practicing in the past no longer exists.

At this moment, in the mountain stream of Wenqing Mountain.

The Imperial Master rode in a "ritual sedan chair" carried by sixteen people. The sedan chair was made of white jade and was kept off the ground in front of the altar without being contaminated by dust.

It is surrounded by a large red-clad ceremonial procession, with dozens of people scattering flower petals and playing ancient music, demonstrating the authority of the state religion.

The Beijing Guards led the way with 800 men, divided into ten rows of cavalry, holding banners.

Many Xuanli people gathered behind, and from the oldest to the youngest, they all knelt and bowed three times and kowtowed nine times.

The whole scene was a ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, in exchange for the divine blessing of Xuanli.

Since the captives were brought back to Daqing, more troops have been stationed on the border.

The border garrisons of Yanzhou, Zhengzhou, and Huzhou gathered together, and together with Lingyu's allies, they were like giant beasts ready to bite people at any time.

The Imperial Master put his hands together in a Buddhist salute, looking at his adopted sons holding golden glass boxes on plates.

"Foster father, after crossing the bridge, we'll reach the foot of Wenqing Mountain in half an hour."

Ji Li reported respectfully.

The Imperial Master gently closed his eyes: "Hmm."

Then he closed his eyes and rested, feeling his mind at peace.

The last time Xuan Li performed a sacrifice was when he was fighting against the two heroes, Ling Shumo, the military governor of Dingzhou, and Han Miaoran, the engineer.

That time, it seemed like I lost.

Wasted the opportunity to embezzle the big win!

In an instant.

The sky was filled with shattered leaves and yellow sand, which carried the petals and blew them everywhere.

It's like colorful flowers falling in the rain, so beautiful...

Suddenly a thousand layers of surprise bloom——

The Imperial Master sat in the white gauze sedan chair, feeling somewhat irritated for some reason.

Suddenly, a feeling of uneasiness came over me.

"Master Imperial Master, something bad has happened!!! The bridge... the bridge is broken!"

A certain imperial guard rushed over, his face flushed with anxiety.

The Imperial Master's fingertips trembled and he opened his eyes.

"The bridge is broken, preventing the Sand Priest, the Imperial Guards, the Honor Guard, and the singing and dancing civilians from crossing... We..."

In other words, the only people who have crossed the bridge now are the national teacher, his adopted sons, and a dozen monks from Shanhua Temple who are chanting scriptures.

Wenqing Mountain is surrounded by rivers on all sides, and when the bridge is broken it looks like an isolated island.

In an instant, there were only thirty people in this so-called sacred mountain.

The Imperial Master sat up in shock, still without any panic, and said in a low voice: "The sacrificial ceremony will proceed as usual."

It seems that it is not affected.

Things in the world are unpredictable, but he has no fear of gods or hell.

When they reached the low-lying area at the foot of the mountain, it was covered with misty white fog.

Another group of chanting monks and some bodyguards fell.

Suddenly, the Imperial Master shouted, "Everyone, cover your mouths and noses. This is the burning Mandrake grass."

The guards standing solemnly on both sides tore open the cloth strips from their sleeves and wrapped them around their faces.

People who were hallucinated and exhausted came one after another...

In particular, the sixteen people carrying the sedan chair had fallen down due to their weak legs, and the entire sedan chair tilted and fell to the ground.

Looking as far as the eye can see, the whole road is covered with layers of debris.

"Crack! Crack!"

The guard's horse fell down in an instant and could not get up.

Upon closer inspection, it was found that the path had been replaced with soft soil at some point, with a tripwire buried there, disguised by fallen leaves.

The altar was at the top of the mountain, but they had already suffered heavy losses on the mountainside.

The Imperial Master had no choice but to stand aside and plan to climb the mountain with his adopted sons.

However, the road from halfway up the mountain was littered with thorns and water spinach, making it impossible to use light skills at any time.

"It seems that someone doesn't want Gu to go to the altar to offer sacrifices!"

After struggling and lying dormant for half a lifetime, this kind of petty trick is nothing.

The Imperial Master stood with his hands behind his back, and suddenly drew his sword from the scabbard of the guard beside him.

The sword swept across the mess on the ground, cutting the thorns and sunflowers, and raising a cloud of dust.

Now, the national teacher was down to earth and smiled coldly and sarcasticly.

Go up step by step...

The shadows fell and the five-colored flags fluttered.

Finally, they reached the altar.

On the way to the sacrifice this time, from crossing the bridge to now, only the imperial teacher and a few of the righteous son's personal guards are left.

It's as if someone is deliberately guiding and arranging it. It's ridiculous.

In front of and behind the altar, the Imperial Master offered incense with a calm expression.

"Foster father, these are cypress branches, pine leaves, and six human skulls."

The person next to him handed him six glazed brocade boxes.

Red and white, blood spreading.

The bone was just taken yesterday, and the cross-section is still light pink, even with some bright red meat scraps.

The other offerings on the table were placed aside, and the snake skin and other items looked like drunken shadows in comparison.

The Imperial Master raised his head and looked around, then lit the cypress branches and pine leaves and bowed.

"Everything goes against the cloud, God bless me, Xuanli, to conquer Daqing, destroy Lingyu, and expand the territory."

There were only a few people around the altar, but he still spoke in a powerful and pious voice.

The adopted sons, including the three lonely ones, looked at him with great respect.

The sacrifice should have been successful up to this point.

Just listen...

"Wow--"

The shutter nails are scattered everywhere!

Rows of crossbow arrows shot towards the people.

Several of them were highly skilled in martial arts and were able to block the attack without getting hurt at all.

The only ones who were poisoned by the arrows were the guards next to them.

The Imperial Master swept twelve swords in a row, completely eliminating all the crossbows and hidden weapons coming from all around.

"Arranging such a powerful assassination weapon within a hundred meters? Ha! Ji Li, I'm afraid it must be the work of your two senior brothers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of white smoke with a pungent smell suddenly came out of the altar.

Ji Li said bitterly, "Not only that! There's even gunpowder on the table!"

He had no choice but to jump down with the national teacher and jump into the pool beside them.

The other party really tried their best to connect everything together, and even managed to place explosives on the altar.

As long as the imperial teacher lights the cypress branches and pine needles, the explosives on the other side will be ignited immediately.

Dazed and shocked, every move is a trap.

In the end, only two people were left out of the entire sacrificial team of a thousand people.

When I jumped into the deep pool and landed alone, the sound in my ears was like the wind.

The underground river in the cave and the dark shadows of cinnabar on the rock walls.

"Listen, I'm your godfather."

Someone's voice was deep and steady.