September 1st.
Dragon Temple.
Main hall.
The sandalwood burned stronger than before, and the thin mist fell on the red floor, biting everyone's clothes, but no one made a sound.
A solemn atmosphere filled the hall.
At the highest point of the hall is the golden statue of Dragon King Pinjiang with a red face. However, at this time, a woman in red clothes stood in front of him. His figure is not tall, but his expression is indifferent. The wide red temple blessing robe is draped on his body, allowing everyone's eyes to fall on his highness.
It seems that it is replacing the statue behind him and accepting everyone's incense.
After a long time, the man in the hall said calmly:
"The festival is coming soon and there is no room for delay. Since the other two temple ministers are unable to leave, I will act as my sole agent."
There was a commotion among His Highness, and after a while, a rather young waiter said hesitantly:
"The Dragon Climbing Festival has always been co-hosted by three temple ministers. This is a precedent. And I don't know where the other two temple ministers are, and they can't even leave for such an important event."
As he spoke, the commotion in the hall gradually became smaller, until finally you could hear a needle drop.
The young waiter seemed to have noticed something was wrong. His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, and cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. He did not dare to raise his head and look directly at the temple blessing above.
There was silence in the hall for a while, and no one said anything again.
Miao Zhu, who was high up, smiled coldly in her heart. Silence was not a silent resistance, but she was already prepared and took out something from her arms.
It is a cyan token with cracks on it, like a tortoise shell, faintly forming a word:
Taste.
"This matter has been approved by Pin Gong, do you still have any objections?"
She did not look at the uneasy young waiter, but glanced at some old or middle-aged people who had previously looked immersed and silent.
Sure enough, when she took out the token, they all looked in disbelief. Some people's eyes are bitter, and some people's expressions are unwilling.
But in the end, it came together in one sentence. Almost all the key figures in the Dragon Temple are now bowing down in this hall:
"Respect the official order, respect the decree of Lu Ke Temple!"
Lu Ke looked at the hall that was quiet again. She knew that she had united this power, even if it was just on the surface, it was enough.
Slowly putting away the token, arrangements came out of her mouth:
"Jiang Mingyi, preside over the Pinjiang City formation...Anyone who causes trouble will be killed on the spot!"
Many people were shocked, but they heard a middle-aged man with deep eyes, wearing a water service uniform that was lighter in red and less decorated than the temple blessing uniform, respectfully said:
"yes!"
Lu Ke glanced at him and continued to make arrangements.
"He Yan, in charge of order along the coast three hundred miles outside the city... But if there is any lawlessness, no matter whether it is an immortal or a mortal, he will be dealt with according to the law!"
"yes!"
"..."
Each order was executed quickly, and everyone gradually felt a murderous aura permeating the air. Pinjiang City always showed kindness to others, but this Dragon Climbing Meeting was completely different.
However, under the mobilization of Pinggong Ling and Lu Ke, who had always been very powerful in the temple, everyone was suppressed even if they had some objections in their hearts. One by one, they all responded to their duties with extremely serious expressions.
"Lu Yuan..." Lu Ke's voice paused inaudibly,
"Presiding over the order of Zhenzhu Town, supervising the disciples of various sects and casual cultivators. During the Dragon Climbing Meeting, internal and external traffic will be blocked. Violators will be temporarily detained in the town!"
Having been siblings for many years, Lu Yuan noticed the pause in Lu Ke's words, but naturally he would not try to undermine his sister at this time. Moreover, Zhenzhu Town is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and it is close to the Dragon Climbing Festival, so it is indeed a heavy task. Immediately he responded respectfully:
"yes!"
...
After a long time, everything for the ceremony was arranged, and everyone retreated from the temple.
In fact, as the day of climbing the dragon is approaching, it is not possible to make many changes in many affairs. For example, He Yan is the organizer of the river patrol team and has rich experience. He is still responsible for this position in the dragon climbing meeting.
But there are also those who have made great changes, like Jiang Mingyi. Although he is a prudent person and is quite prestigious in serving water in the temple, he was not in charge of the Jiangcheng Formation before.
Like Lu Yuan, he was transferred to Zhenzhu Town.
There are several more cases.
In a room, a man in a waiter's uniform was speaking in a low voice, but he was the first young man to retort in the main hall. His voice was a little angry:
"Sure enough, this time we have arranged for our family to invite Pinjiang Shui Mansion to watch the ceremony this time. The masters of the previous Dragon Climbing Clubs have not come in person. I think they want to see us get in trouble again."
An old man, also wearing a water service uniform, was lying on the Taishi chair with his eyes closed to relax. After a while, he opened his eyes slightly and said:
"It's nothing more than some tricks to exclude dissidents. I'm used to this every time."
"But it's too much this year. Aren't the other two adults even allowed to show their faces? Is Mr. Lu Ke really responsible for Mr. Pingong?" The look of dissatisfaction on the face of the young man named Jiang Chang did not fade away. The more he spoke, the more he spoke. The more excited:
"Times are always going to develop. The Dragon God and Dragon Girl have all ascended. Do we have to leave this Dragon Temple empty? You must know that the current Dragon King has not appeared in the Dragon Temple for almost sixty years?!
It’s really ridiculous, Dragon Climbing Club? snort! If you don't even want to take a second look at the real dragon, how can you call it a Dragon Climbing Party? "
"Snapped!"
A crisp slap sounded, and Jiang Chang was knocked to the ground by the violent old man. This palm was really hard, knocking him to the ground and causing blood to flow from the corner of his mouth.
However, Jiang Chang's first reaction was to get up from the ground quickly, with a fearful look on his face. He didn't even dare to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and knelt down and kowtowed:
"The villain said something wrong. Mr. Jiang forgives me! Mr. Jiang forgives me!"
In the Dragon Temple, apart from Pinggong, who has a transcendent status, the three temple ministers have the most power. The three Miao Zhu and their subordinate Shi Shui vaguely formed three forces, and they both belonged to one of the Miao Zhu whose surname was Jiang.
Although they are both servants, their actual status is very different. Even the young people themselves were brought to the Jiang surname temple by the elders to pray for this lineage.
At this time, Mr. Jiang snorted coldly:
"If you continue to make unreasonable remarks, my lord, there will be no one but you wearing the water-waiting uniform!"
The old man did not explain whether he was referring to the Dragon King, Pin Gong, or Lu Ke, but Jiang Chang dared to think about this at this time. When the old man spoke, he quickly knelt down and said tremblingly as if he had received an amnesty:
"Jiang Chang doesn't dare anymore! Thank you for your teaching."
The old man snorted, and after a while, he sat back on the master's chair, narrowed his eyes, and asked:
"I heard that your brother Jiang Liu is back."
The young man responded quickly and told some things.
The old man sighed:
"He is still a dragon type linker with essence blood level. He is a lucky one. It is a pity that he did not enter our Dragon Temple. Let him take time to see me, and you can step back."
Jiang Chang put his head on the ground, a trace of jealousy flashed across his face, but he quickly agreed and slowly exited the room.
Mr. Jiang was lying on the Grand Master's chair with his eyes squinted, as if he was asleep, but only when his eyelids blinked occasionally, could he see a trace of worry flashing in his eyes.
After a long time, he seemed to hear something, stood up, opened the window, and a drop of autumn rain fell on the windowsill.
The continuous autumn rain soon wetted the windows. Looking at the gloomy sky, the old man sighed:
"Ping Gong, you personally refused the master of the palace to take over the Dragon Temple back then, but now you allow our lineage to get closer and closer to the Shui Palace."
"And that child you watched grow up, what does she want to do?"
With a long sigh, the old man stretched out his hand and let the cold raindrops hit his palm.
"Another autumn rain."
"It turns out it's been sixty years..."
