When the Buddhist bell of Dingyun Temple rang for the third time, eighteen monks in brown robes formed lotus seats in front of the temple.
Abbot Yuanjue held a wooden pestle and struck a huge bowl, then began to recite scriptures in a steady rhythm.
Eighteen eminent monks clasped their hands together, closed their eyes and chanted softly. The whole scene was solemn and pious.
Following a long drawn-out sound, all the disciples knelt on the ground and recited softly.
Abbot Deyun, who was far away in Shuzhou, was standing on the top of the mountains when the red sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand suddenly broke.
One hundred and eight Buddhist beads fell off the cliff and disappeared.
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The day before yesterday, the Imperial Astronomical Observatory risked his life to report: "The star Betelgeux has entered Yugui, indicating a great disaster."
The emperor did not reprimand him, but in the evening, he notified the Imperial Observatory to cooperate with the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony.
But is it really useful to open the altar in such a critical moment?
Who was that white-robed man with a golden mask? He had never appeared in any sacrificial ceremony.
Han Zeyu continued to use his special abilities, trying his best to extract the surging energy from the soil.
He could clearly feel that the earth-based energy flowing in his body was constantly washing away the energy barrier.
It turns out that the reason he failed to upgrade was not because he didn't work hard enough, but because the time was not right.
There was a dull "boom" sound, and the ground went from shaking slightly to shaking violently, but it happened in a moment.
Houses and buildings collapsed, ground cracks spread, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the cement-paved road, and tiny grains of sand rolled and jumped between the lines.
There was already commotion among the officials, but Han Zeyu ignored it and continued to sit as steady as a rock in the center of the altar.
At this moment, someone in the ranks of officials shouted, "The earth dragon is turning over, the stars are entering the chariot, and a great disaster is coming!"
The officials at the Imperial Astronomical Observatory looked at each other in bewilderment. Wasn't this the conclusion reached by the Chief Observer after observing the stars? Who had leaked the information?
The emperor's face darkened. A natural disaster had already occurred, so why were there so many ghosts screaming and howling? Wasn't it chaotic enough?
In fact, the people in the capital city did not really cause chaos. In the past, there would always be riots when disasters occurred.
However, this time, due to prior notification and proper arrangements, scenes such as mothers protecting their children, old men praying to heaven, merchants grabbing goods, and officers and soldiers rescuing their masters did not occur on a large scale.
There will definitely be crying and feeling uneasy, which is caused by panic and is human nature.
In addition, no one can remain calm when watching their homes being destroyed.
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Han Zeyu felt like a bloated balloon. The power of the earth dragon's flipping was too terrifying.
This earthquake must be a magnitude 7, right? He wanted to reduce the effect by half, but I can't do that!
Han Zeyu took out two pieces of jade from his body and shared the pressure with him.
"Hold on, brothers. Here comes our chance to eat for free. We've never been this rich before. You two must not let us down."
Han Zeyu was muttering something in the center of the altar. Seeing this, the Emperor also threw his jade button over.
Han Zeyu caught it steadily, put several pieces of jade together, and placed them on the center of the Bagua diagram, while he sat steadily opposite it.
The tremors were noticeable near the altar, and a group of officials staggered around like drunks. The older ones were clumsy and simply knelt on the ground.
With Han Zeyu in charge, it is no exaggeration to say that the imperial city is the safest place.
Especially near the royal altar, the tremors were felt the least.
The ignorant and sour scholar is ungrateful and is still blaming Han Zeyu in his heart. He just watches him sitting on the altar, but it doesn't do anything?
Shouldn't priests preside over sacrifices, pray to God, or burn offerings?
At the very least, performing a mysterious and exaggerated dance would be considered a contribution.
But what was he doing? Was he meditating? Shouldn't there be a time for practicing?
It is said that Han Zeyu can really dance, but he dances rhythmic and dynamic aerobics.
I’m afraid that if he really jumps, these sour Confucian scholars will not dare to watch.
Han Zeyu concentrated on using his special abilities to attack the barrier. The original cracks increased several times, and it seemed that they would break at any time, but he could not break through the barrier.
Could this barrier be made of bulletproof glass? And it's designed to protect against nuclear bombs?
Feeling depressed, Han Zeyu's face suddenly changed, and his earth-based ability started to output crazily.
Holy shit, how did you level up at this level? Do you really not even notice what I'm saying?
Supernatural barrier...
You want me to break into pieces, and I will do as you wish. But when I really break into pieces, you are not willing to do it anymore. One cannot have it all.
"The earth dragon is turning over, but it can't turn over anymore?"
"Has the earthquake stopped? The ground isn't shaking anymore."
"Look at the altar!"
"What is that?"
"Oh my God! It's a miracle from heaven!"
The emperor slapped the armrest and stood up suddenly. Eunuch Wang and Xiao Chenxuan hurriedly protected His Majesty on his left and right.
The eighteen pagodas surrounding the altar simultaneously glowed with an ochre-colored halo, emitting a soft and warm light in the setting sun.
The earthquake stopped, but the ground around the altar began to boil like boiling water.
A bolt of thunder struck from the sky, striking the man in white robe squarely.
Han Zeyu made an international friendly gesture to the sky in his heart, rushed towards the opposite side while cursing, and put the three pieces of jade into his pocket.
After dodging the lightning attack, Han Zeyu looked up at the sky.
It's better that you do it because gold conducts electricity well, not because you want to kill me with a chopper.
It turns out that lightning doesn't understand human language and is accumulating energy in the rolling clouds, ready to strike again.
Xiao Chenxuan shouted "Master" and rushed over.
Han Zeyu was one part surprised, three parts touched, six parts helpless, and ten parts disgusted, so he picked up the man and ran away together.
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