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September seventeenth.

The monks from various sects gathered at Qianmu Temple were all waiting for this day to come.

Today, at just one in the morning, the huge square in front of the Qianmu Temple was already filled with people. They looked very busy. A huge circular altar had been built in the center of the square at some point.

The monk in charge of sacrificial rituals in the Taoist palace is adjusting the angle of the altar. Someone next to him is holding a huge piece of drawing paper and outlining the shape of the altar with the help of lighting magic. This is to record the process of today's sacrifice, and the recorded content will be kept in the Taoist palace archives.

By the time of 3:45 am, the altar had been adjusted. Busy people nearby gathered in the open space around the altar one after another, chanting scriptures piously in low voices. Ruan Chunzi and Yuanzheng, dressed in their best clothes, were carefully placing the tablets of the True Lords on top of the altar in order according to the new ranking of the Taoist Palace.

Every time a deity tablet is placed, a special ceremonial officer will read aloud the pre-written sacrificial text, which is to invite the consciousness of the true gods to descend.

After finishing all this, it was already the hour of Chen. The southern sky was already slightly brighter in the late autumn. Some of the Taoist monks with lower rankings had appeared in the square. Led by the monks in charge of sacrificial rituals in the Taoist palace, they stood in the positions designated in advance, quietly waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the other three seats of the Taoist Palace also appeared in the square, instantly making the gloomy atmosphere of the square lively.

It was not until the last quarter of the morning that the nine regular seats among the three seats appeared. The nine regular seats were headed by Jiang Cun and Taoist Hua Yun, and the last one to walk in was Xia Wenyi, who represented Qianmu Temple.

The three seats in the Taoist Palace have been in operation for more than a hundred years after the reform by Wang Ping and others. The seats were originally fixed to individuals, but now they have evolved into seats fixed to sects, because everyone feels that it is easier to manage if the three seats are fixed to sects than to individuals, and the benefits can also be maximized.

When the three seats belonged to individuals in the past, there were always troubles and disputes rarely led to mutual compromise, but after they were changed to sects, compromise and negotiation became easy to reach.

Of course, there are definitely some private transactions that can’t be seen by others, but overall it is good.

Jiang Cun was sitting very close to the altar. He felt a little proud when looking at the Dragon Lord's shrine in the center of the altar, but then he felt a little uncomfortable because the Lord of the Mansion was not being worshipped this time, which made the tablets on the altar seem a little sparse.

"I heard that your Zhenyang Sect is already building the deity of Changqing?" The voice of Monk Minghui, the representative of the Vajra Temple next to him, reached Jiang Cun's ears, causing him to turn his head involuntarily and look at Taoist Huayun.

Taoist Hua Yun maintained her indifferent demeanor, her eyes fell on Ruan Chunzi in front of the altar, and said, "That's right!"

She simply answered without any intention of explaining.

When Monk Minghui was about to continue speaking, Taoist Huayun turned to look at him and said, "If you plan to leave the Vajra Temple and join our Zhenyang Sect, I don't mind listening to your ideas, but please don't interfere with the choice of our Zhenyang Sect now!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around looked at Monk Minghui with an expression of gloating.

Monk Minghui had a bad temper to begin with, and just when he was about to lose his temper, the representative of Jiuding Sect also said, "My Jiuding Sect is also building a golden statue of Lord Changqing!"

"Saint has mercy!"

Upon hearing this, Monk Minghui suppressed his anger for some reason, maintained the Buddhist one-handed salute, and said, "I hope you don't forget how the Taiyan Sect, Diku Sect, Taiyin Sect, and Zhenyang Sect split. Now the Yuqing Sect is also unstable..."

Jiang Cun interrupted at this time: "Master, why are you concerned about these issues today?"

His words were a warning.

Monk Minghui turned his head and looked at Jiang Cun, then glanced at the representatives of Taiyan Sect and Diku Sect. After a few breaths, the anger on his face completely disappeared, and then he said: "I am indeed not suitable for such an occasion!" After that, he stopped talking.

At this time, Shen Xiaozhu and Liu Shuang, both wearing blue wide-sleeved Taoist robes, walked up from the passage on the east side of the square with whisks in their hands, and stood on both sides of the altar steps. Soon after, Shen Xiaozhu took out a pre-prepared prayer for offering sacrifices to heaven and read it aloud. After reading it, he shouted: "The ritual...begins!"

As she finished speaking, two streaks of light flashed across Qianmu Mountain and landed ten feet in front of the altar steps.

It’s Wang Ping and Ao Hong.

At this moment, Wang Ping was wearing a blue Taoist robe with wide sleeves, and a loose lavender robe on the outside. He still had a simple white jade crown on his head and held an ordinary whisk in his hand. Yu Lian maintained a three-meter-tall body and surrounded Wang Ping, with gorgeous patterned ribbons on her body.

Ao Hong was wearing a dragon robe. He deliberately moved away from Wang Ping and left Wang Ping one step behind, because Wang Ping was the protagonist today.

"Greetings to the True Man Changqing and the Seventh Prince!"

All the three seats around bowed in unison, and the sound traveled through the space of the square and echoed throughout the Qianmuguan mountains. The disciples watching the ceremony nearby also saluted.

Wang Ping looked up at the sky at this time, and he saw that at this moment there was a faint golden halo between heaven and earth converging towards his body. This was the luck of heaven and earth, and when it gathered around Wang Ping's body, it automatically transformed into divine light.

Ao Hong's eyes gleamed with a divine light when he saw this. He had also practiced divine arts, so he could sense Wang Ping's current progress in practicing divine arts. It was no exaggeration to say that Wang Ping's current progress in practicing divine arts alone was already comparable to the fourth level!
In fact, it is not difficult to get started with magic. Ordinary people in many places in Xizhou are practicing magic as long as they have enough believers. However, the use of magic consumes the physical body and the soul. Without the corresponding physical and spiritual strength, the magic will be very useless. And now Wang Ping obviously has enough physical and spiritual strength.

A flash of jealousy passed through Ao Hong's mind, and then he seemed to have thought of something and felt relieved.

Wang Ping did not pay attention to Ao Hong's thoughts, but Yu Lian saw it clearly. Not only did she see Ao Hong clearly, she was also observing everyone at the scene.

When Wang Ping walked towards the altar with the Eight Direction Steps, all three seats in the nearby Taoist Palace subconsciously lowered their heads and remained in a state of worship.

When Wang Ping and Ao Hong stepped onto the altar, the three people present straightened up.

"The time has come, pray to heaven and earth for blessings!"

Shen Xiaozhu sang these words.

Afterwards, everyone on the scene, led by Wang Ping, prayed to heaven and earth. This process lasted for an hour to show piety.

When the time came, the monk in charge of the sacrificial rituals at the Taoist temple reminded Shen Xiaozhu with flags outside the square. Upon seeing this, Shen Xiaozhu immediately chanted in the same tone as before: "The time has come, the sacrifice begins~"

As she chanted, Wang Ping woke up from his state of prayer and looked respectfully at the tablet on the altar in front of him. Then, he led hundreds of people in the three seats to perform the ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows according to the sacrificial rituals.

After the ceremony, prayers are recited.

Wang Ping took the three sticks of incense handed over by Ruan Chunzi and said loudly: "Changqing, a disciple of Qianmu Temple, presents a request..." (End of this chapter)