As soon as they left, Mu Hanyan took out the book "Eight Gates Divine Formation" and compared it with the sword-making secrets on the sword, concentrating on studying it.
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"What's going on? How come even the ancestral hall caught fire? How did you manage to guard it?" In the Long family mansion, the head of the family, Long Aoli, roared angrily at the guards kneeling below.
"We don't know what happened. It suddenly caught fire. Please have mercy on us, sir, please have mercy on us, sir." Several guards were so scared that they kowtowed hard, their foreheads covered in blood.
"Master, please calm down. The ancestral hall has been burning for too long, and the weather is dry, so a fire is inevitable. You can't blame them entirely. Besides, this is not the first time." The housekeeper advised.
"Luckily, we discovered it in time and didn't destroy the ancestral tablets. Otherwise, even if I killed you, I wouldn't be able to relieve my hatred." Long Aoli glared at those people and cursed, "Kick them all out of the Long Mansion and have someone else guard the ancestral temple. If you dare to be careless again, you will be killed without mercy."
The Long Family Ancestral Hall had a history of nearly 100,000 years, so it was inevitable that there had been a few incidents. This incident wasn't a precedent, so while he was angry, he didn't dwell on it. Furthermore, the sacrificial ceremony was about to begin, and with so many things on his plate, he couldn't focus on this matter, so he didn't investigate further.
"Thank you, Master of the Family, for your mercy." Several guards kowtowed deeply as if they had been pardoned, and then retreated.
Seeing this, Long Wudang breathed a sigh of relief and secretly glanced at Long Wucuo. He had previously led people to the ancestral temple and looked at the situation. Long Wucuo immediately ordered his followers and guards to go back. The time was too short, and he didn't know whether Mu Hanyan had succeeded.
Having just made such a big mistake, he didn't dare to ask, so he could only look for the answer from Long Wucuo.
Afterwards, everyone dispersed.
As soon as he returned to his yard, Long Wudang pricked up his ears to eavesdrop on what was happening on Long Wucuo's side. Unfortunately, after waiting for most of the night, he didn't hear any unusual sound.
It seems that he really failed. Long Wudang secretly cried out in bad luck. Whether Mu Hanyan failed or not was none of his business. He was worried about the Ten Thousand Ants Gnawing Heart Pill.
"I have done everything I should do. I even set fire to my own ancestral hall. She shouldn't put the blame on me anymore, right? It's hard to say. That woman is totally unreasonable. She might really blame me. Alas, what should I do?" Long Wudang was so conflicted that he couldn't fall asleep.
Alas, if only I had not set my sights on An Xiaxin, if only I had not gone to Huayu City. Impulse is indeed the devil. I accidentally provoked such an evil star, accidentally got on her pirate ship, accidentally... As he tossed and turned, Young Master Long once again felt deeply regretful.
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In the early morning, when the first ray of sunlight broke through the darkness and sprinkled on the boundless earth, a melodious and desolate horn sounded from the towering spire of the Tianyang Temple.
In front of the temple, on the huge square that can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, an altar with a radius of hundreds of feet stands tall, appearing particularly solemn and majestic in the golden morning light.
Today is the day when the ceremony of worshiping the gods is officially held.
A priest dressed in a pale golden robe, who was so old that his teeth were about to fall out, was chanting obscure sacrificial words in a hoarse voice.
According to the laws of the temple, the colors of the robes worn by priests vary greatly depending on their level of cultivation and the rank of their priesthood.
The priests of the gods wear black robes embroidered with white cloud patterns to indicate the level of their cultivation. The chief priests of the twelve temples at the level of Tianyang Temple (including Huayu Temple) wear white robes on formal occasions and are also called white-robed chief priests among the people.
When one's cultivation reaches the level of a Divine Heart Priest, he or she will wear a green sacrificial robe embroidered with red cloud patterns to indicate the level of cultivation. The chief priests of the five major temples, such as the Temple of Life, are the top powerhouses of this level. They wear red sacrificial robes on formal occasions and are called red-robed chief priests among the people.
At a higher level are the Soul Priests, who wear purple robes with silver cloud patterns representing their level of cultivation. The best among them are the Twelve Divine Blessing Priests that Mu Hanyan knows, who wear silver robes to represent their status on formal occasions.
As for the golden sacrificial robe, only the Lord God is qualified to wear it.
The reason why there is such a clear distinction in clothing is that the temple priests mainly practice divine consciousness, and their strength is not as easy to distinguish as the swordsmen of the Holy Court Continent. Only when there is a difference in clothing can the status of the priests be more easily reflected.
The old priest in front of him, whose teeth were almost falling out, obviously could not be the chief priest. It was just that according to the laws of the temple, the priest in charge of presiding over the grand ceremony could wear light golden robes to show solemnity, so he had such a special appearance.
Hundreds of thousands of people below the stage prostrated themselves on the ground and hummed along. In fact, even Mu Hanyan couldn't understand what the old man was singing, let alone them. They probably just hummed a few words along, but their expressions were so pious. If they were asked to sacrifice their lives for the temple, and risk their lives, probably no one would refuse.
At this time, Mu Hanyan was also wearing a white priest robe, sitting side by side with the other twelve main priests, accepting the worship of hundreds of thousands of people below. Although it was her first time experiencing such a scene, Miss Mu had seen a lot of the world when she was in the Holy Court Continent, and did not show any nervousness. Her every move was dignified and calm, which made Sikong Qinglan and Shen Yuhe behind her admire her very much. It was their first time to participate in such a grand ceremony. Looking at the devout people below, they felt a sense of pride as priests, and their faces turned red with excitement and their whole bodies trembled.
Not far away, Long Wudang, with his panda eyes, looked at Mu Hanyan pitifully, his heart breaking with worry. Up until now, he hadn't noticed anything unusual about Long Wucuo; Mu Hanyan had clearly made a mistake. Given Mu Hanyan's unconscionable nature, she'd probably blame him.
It's okay to blame him, he would accept it even if he was beaten up again, but the problem is that it's not just a beating, it's the Ten Thousand Ants Heart-Eating Pill. Just by hearing the name, you know it's a highly toxic pill, and it's not difficult to imagine how painful and terrifying it will be when the poison takes effect.
Unfortunately, the sacrificial ceremony attracted much attention, and he was too guilty to dare to see Mu Hanyan. He had no chance to beg for mercy, so he could only wait until the sacrificial ceremony was over to find an opportunity.
"God bless you, Mu Hanyan, please don't say anything unexpected, otherwise I will be dead." Long Wudang glanced at Mu Hanyan quietly again and prayed silently in his heart.
The old priest was still chanting softly on the stage, and the people below were becoming more and more pious, almost prostrating themselves on the ground. Mu Hanyan was getting a little impatient waiting, as she had no faith in the temple at all, and she almost fell asleep while listening.
"The ceremony is over, stand up." Finally, the old priest finished singing the last sentence of the sacrificial words and said to the people below.
Mu Hanyan breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally over.
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