Mr. Jiang's cold face fell instantly. At this moment, he thought of a lot. The number of dragon species far exceeds that of previous generations, such as the martial law imposed by a mortal enemy, the disappearance of two temple blessings, and the silence of Duke Pin...
Finally, he remembered the indifferent look in that woman's eyes.
Under this indifference, there was hidden a whole dozen of screams, pains, lamentations, fights, and deaths. They were like the red lotus karma fire pouring out of hell, burning under those indifferent eyes for a full sixty years.
Not a moment extinguished, not a moment diminished.
They all survived the Jiashen Rebellion!
At this moment, he realized that he was wrong. He thought that with Pinggong sitting on top and a real dragon entrenched outside, those hatreds would evaporate over time and dissipate with the growth of the new generation.
You see, there are already voices of faith in the new Dragon God.
But he was wrong, very wrong. Not only did these hatreds not dissipate even a little bit, but they turned into strong wine in the time as if they were carved by a knife.
A wave of fear hit his heart, and he staggered back a few steps, almost falling after hitting the master's chair, but he couldn't care about his body. Fear grabbed his throat and made him take a few breaths before he spoke:
"Pinjiang...Pinjiang City, what happened outside? How is my family? How is Jiang Chang? How is the Dragon Temple?!"
Jiang Mingyi didn't seem to hear his question and kept looking out the window silently. The pattering autumn rain gradually became heavier, the thick dark clouds pressed down heavily, and streaks of red lightning danced magically in the clouds.
There was a faint noise. The noise was buzzing in the thick darkness. It was disturbing, but it seemed to contain some kind of pattern, like the sound of Sanskrit singing.
Mr. Jiang seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said in shock:
"The people... how are the people in the city?"
Jiang Mingyi finally turned around to look at him, with a sarcastic smile etched on her face and disdain in her eyes. He just looked at the old man and said calmly:
"Mr. Jiang, it's three quarters noon."
...
Three quarters of an hour ago.
Pinjiang City.
Since the dragon monks left Pinjiang City, and a large number of Dragon Temple personnel also went out to maintain the order of the Dragon Climbing Association, Pinjiang City seemed increasingly empty.
On the criss-crossing bluestone avenues, only tall Dragon God altars stood, with three red dragon flags swinging gently in the autumn rain behind them.
The ferocious-looking Dragon God statue sat high on the altar, looking down at the ancient Pinjiang City with a pair of cold eyes.
"Squeak~"
Suddenly, a door was opened, and an old man walked out. The cold autumn rain soaked into the thin and rough clothes, but he seemed not to notice it.
His old and turbid eyes were bloodshot, and he was muttering something in his mouth, which was beaten to pieces in the pattering autumn rain:
"...In front of the seat...my powers are vast..."
He walked forward numbly, and a middle-aged man with the same dull expression walked out from behind. He was walking in the cold rain, mumbling something in the same dull way:
"...The Holy Land is majestic...I have requests..."
A wooden door not far away opened at this moment, and a barefoot old woman walked out with disheveled hair, stepping on the cold rain and murmuring:
"...the wish of all living beings...the blood of all blood..."
In the alleys, at the port, and in the dirty beggar temple, doors were opened one after another, young people, middle-aged people, old people, and children.
Countless mortals who made silent sacrifices or prayed devoutly during the Dragon Climbing Festival, but hid their humbleness, came out of the forgotten corner of Pinjiang City, so that many people only remembered it.
Pinjiang, it turns out there are so many people!
Their expressions were dull, and the sounds they muttered were vague, but they formed some kind of deep ancient Sanskrit chant, and they each walked towards the altar of the Dragon God nearest to them.
Then they knelt down regularly in circles, letting the bone-piercing rain soak them thoroughly, and letting the cold eyes of the dragon statue on the altar gouge through their flesh and blood, chewing and biting them.
In the sound of Sanskrit singing, wisps of blood floated from everyone's body. They were as thin as mist, but as tough as silk.
Like wisps of red fragrance, it connected to the sky and the earth, pouring into the thick clouds that almost pressed to the ground.
"Wow!"
A strange red lightning flashed across the clouds, and the clouds turned black and red.
...
When a mortal walked out of the door and walked towards the Red Dragon Altar like a pilgrim.
Some monks in the city gradually realized that something was wrong. Chen Lujia looked at the mortals walking by in front of him and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
There were three waiters with the same status as him standing behind him, as well as two water attendants, one named Jiang and the other named He.
This gave him some courage, and he had the courage to drag a thin young man over and cover up his uneasiness with a loud voice:
"You...what are you going to do? Do you know that the city is under martial law? Get the hell back home."
The thin young man didn't have the fear and humility that he usually showed when he saw them. His eyes were staring blankly into the distance, his throat was still reciting the strange prayer, and a wave of brute force struggling came from his hand.
Chen Lujia followed his gaze and saw a tall dragon statue in the distance looking at him with cold eyes.
"Uh...ah!" He exclaimed, and subconsciously let go of the hand holding the thin boy's neck. Uneasiness, fear, and many other emotions in his mind made him subconsciously look at the two water attendants beside him. .
"Hysteria...hysteria?"
Jiang, whose surname is Shi Shui, has a Chinese character. After watching this scene, his eyes became a little serious. He shook his head and said:
"No, it's more like some kind of evil magic."
He turned to the other younger waiter beside him and said:
"He Huan, go and report this matter to Mr. Jiang Mingyi and mobilize help."
Then he glanced at the Red Dragon Altar where people were gathering, and he said coldly:
"How dare you, Fang Xiaoxiao, use the Red Dragon Altar to cause trouble? You must know that Mr. Pinggong is still in charge of Tiehai Mountain.
Let me destroy this Red Dragon Altar and find out what this monster is like. "
He was about to take action, but He Huan beside him did not respond. Instead, he stood there with his head lowered.
"He Huan?!" He stepped forward, grabbed the other person's collar, and lifted the other person's head.
He saw the tangled and painful look on the other person's face, and a huge warning sign and... fear suddenly arose in his heart!
The next second, he saw a cold light that passed like lightning reflected in He Huan's hesitant eyes.
In the eyes of Chen Lujia and others, Lord Jiang had just lifted Lord He's collar when an ordinary waiter who had been standing still next to him passed through several people like a ghost, flashing a white blade in his hand.
Blood spurted out from Master Jiang's neck. He turned around with difficulty and looked at the ordinary-looking Dragon Temple attendant in disbelief.
"Ho...ho...go...report to Jiang Mingyi..." He gasped hard, weakly covering his half-cut neck, and blood kept pouring out. The word came out of Mo's mouth.
Then he fell to the ground with a thud.
The mortals in Pinjiang City walked by like zombies one by one, and no one glanced at this place.
Chen Lujia was almost frightened to death. A water attendant died in front of him. He looked at Master He Huanhe who was still standing next to him as if asking for help.
He Huan remained motionless, his face filled with pain, hesitation and a trace of regret.
At this time, the man who had just joined his city patrol team not long ago, and whose identity was just like his own, was just an ordinary waiter. The white blade in his hand was still dripping with hot blood.
He looked at He Huan and said excitedly:
"Master He, what are you waiting for? The Fusheng Xuanyi Lingze Return Refining Formation has been activated. Anyone who wants to destroy the formation will die!
This is the rule set by your temple. Are you going to regret it now? ! "
He Huan's body shook violently. He took a deep breath and wiped his face with his big hands. This wipe wiped away all the hesitation and pain on his face, wiped away the thing that didn't know whether it was rain or tears, and seemed to wipe away the more than ten years of friendship between him and the person who fell on the ground.
He Huan's face was once again covered with rainwater, and the expression underneath it was as cold as an evil ghost, and he said in a cold voice:
"Respecting the blessing order of Lu Ke Temple, we welcome the dragon girl back to this world!
All the Dragon Temple monks obeyed the order, and anyone who wanted to destroy the great formation in the city was a treacherous and treacherous person. "
Scanning over the trembling people standing in the rain:
"Kill on the spot!"
