Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 330 Heaven Sacrifice Ceremony
Capital.

Ever since the news of the sudden death of the emperor and all the civil and military officials in the court spread a year ago, the whole country has been in chaos and war has broken out.

At this moment, an elite army emerged from an unknown small county and was invincible.

The leader is a disciple of Zhuge Wulong, and behind him are the civil official Lord Fu, the military official General Du Yuan, and Zuo Qianhu for support.

The most important thing is that this army had the help of practitioners behind it. It took only one year to unify the troubled times, overthrow the previous dynasty and establish a new one.

This should have been a happy event, but since half a year ago, various natural disasters have continued to occur around the world, with people dying from droughts and floods.

In addition, as the Xin Dynasty emperor was about to ascend the throne, some people with ulterior motives spread rumors, saying that the Xin Dynasty came to power illegitimately, which angered God, so he sent down divine punishment.

"Elder Yan, General Du, Master Fu, Master, what should we do?"

"Could it be that I, Ning Caichen, really don't have the destiny to be an emperor?"

That’s right, Ning Caichen was a lucky guy. He followed Lord Fu and the others to Guobei County that day. Because he had a token given by Zhuge Wulong on him, he was mistakenly thought to be Zhuge Wulong’s descendant.

It's true, with the help of the book given by Zhuge Liang, Ning Caichen really made great use of it and helped the army overcome many difficulties.

Gradually, everyone was convinced by the scholar Ning Caichen. Later, after returning to his hometown and rescuing Zhuge Wulong, he reached his current position step by step with the help of Zhuge Wulong.

In just one year, the earth-shaking change from a poor scholar to an emperor made Ning Caichen feel like he was dreaming.

Even though Ning Caichen is now much more mature and stable than he was a year ago, facing the rumors, even he himself can't help but feel suspicious.

Lord Fu and General Du, who were not cultivators, smiled bitterly. They had no idea what to do when asked about these things, so they could only look at Zhuge Wulong and Yan Chixia.

"Your Majesty, you worry too much. Natural disasters and man-made calamities are common occurrences. We will hold a ceremony to offer sacrifices to heaven tomorrow and let Elder Yan report to the heaven and pray for rain and flood relief for the new dynasty." Zhuge Liang stood up. He knew very well that there were differences between the monarch and his subjects, so even Ning Caichen, his disciple who he could laugh at at will in the past, now behaved himself.

If for no other reason, it was to help Emperor Ning Caichen establish his authority. After all, Ning Caichen's foundation was too shallow.

Ning Caichen naturally understood his teacher's intentions and often sighed at his teacher's good intentions. Now, after listening to his teacher's guidance, he looked at Yan Chixia.

In addition to the support of his teacher, he also needs the support of the Maoshan Sect, otherwise who would listen to a poor scholar?
The old Taoist priest who used to be sloppy has now become clean and tidy, because he represents the face of Maoshan Sect, and before the Sect Leader returns, he has to look after the Sect for the Sect Leader.

Yan Chixia supported Ning Caichen naturally because of the leader's plan.

He supported Ning Caichen to become emperor, and Ning Caichen helped promote the Maoshan Sect, making it a state religion that surpassed Longhu Mountain.

Therefore, the current relationship between the Maoshan Sect and the New Dynasty is one of mutual prosperity and mutual loss.

Yan Chixia glanced at Zhuge Wulong. This old bastard was setting a trap for him again, but he had no choice but to jump into it.

As the state religion, the Maoshan sect certainly had the responsibility to preside over important matters concerning the country's destiny, such as the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven.

If he doesn't dare to accept it and lets the people from Longhu Mountain take it, will people in the world still recognize Maoshan Sect as the number one?
Thinking of this, Yan Chixia had to cheer up and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry. I will leave the heavenly sacrifice ceremony to you tomorrow."

Ning Caichen, who knew Yan Chixia's strength, was overjoyed and felt safe.

After leaving the palace, Yan Chixia angrily grabbed Zhuge Wulong.

"Old Zhuge, you know that the secret is hidden and our documents cannot be given to the higher-ups. What is your intention?"

"Could it be that you want to cross the river and destroy the bridge?"

Zhuge Wulong looked wronged, "Elder Yan, you are wrongly blaming me. The Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony was originally hosted by your sect. If not you, who else can the Emperor look for?"

"Humph! I hate you scholars the most. You are full of calculations."

What Zhuge Wulong said was true. Yan Chixia was unable to refute and had to let go and left angrily.

Seeing this, Zhuge Wulong sighed slightly and murmured: "Yan Chixia, don't blame me, I am also thinking about the common people of the world."

"The new dynasty must never repeat the same mistakes and the tragedy of the previous dynasty."

The emperor can believe in religion, but he cannot allow any religious sect to have power equal to or even greater than that of the emperor.

After leaving, Yan Chixia's angry face calmed down. He was not a fool. How could he not see that Zhuge Liang was paving the way for his student. He hoped that the Maoshan Sect could be used by the emperor, but he did not want the Maoshan Sect to override the imperial power.

But now the whereabouts of the Sect Leader is unknown, and with his strength he has no choice but to swallow this loss, at least not to destroy the Sect Leader's ambition to preach the gospel throughout the world.

As for what happens tomorrow, he can only act according to circumstances.

As soon as he returned to where he was staying, he saw a disciple pacing back and forth in front of him, with an expression of joy on his face.

Yan Chixia, who originally thought that someone from another sect was causing trouble, showed a puzzled look and said, "Luo Ping, why are you grinning foolishly at the door?"

"Master, you are finally back. The headmaster is back and is waiting for you inside."

Luo Ping looked up and saw that his master had finally returned. He excitedly went to greet him and told him everything in one go.

"What? The master is back?"

Yan Chixia, who was worried about what to do tomorrow, suddenly felt like he had found his backbone. He pushed away the disciple who was blocking him and rushed in like the wind.

As soon as I entered the main hall, I saw An Yan sitting in the main seat, sipping tea leisurely, with a beautiful woman beside him, asking about his well-being.

This instantly made Yan Chixia feel sad. Thinking back on his experiences over the past few days, his hair, which was already thin, became even thinner.

His tone suddenly became resentful, "My dear leader, you finally remembered that you have a sect?"

The tone, like that of a resentful woman in the boudoir, made An Yan shudder subconsciously. From Fu Yuechi's mouth, he also knew how difficult it had been for Yan Chixia in the past year.

Feeling a little embarrassed, he put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Elder Yan, I know you have been working hard during this period. Here, there is a reward for you."

An Yan stood up and handed over the storage bag of the Youquan Blood Demon.

Yan Chixia, who was originally full of complaints, was attracted by the moment he saw the storage bag.

"Master, what is this?"

"Open it and see for yourself."

Seeing that the leader was still playing mysterious, Yan Chixia didn't hesitate and directly opened the storage bag and probed into it with his spiritual sense.

When he saw the top-grade spirit stones inside, he held his breath.

I'm good!

With so many spirit stones, could it be that the leader went to rob some sect?
"In here? All for me?"

Yan Chixia asked again in disbelief.

An Yan smiled and nodded, "Look at how useless you are, but now you are the elder of the world's number one sect."

Yan Chixia accepted it happily, and then said confidently: "But that doesn't stop me from being poor!"

It seems that Yan Chixia really had a hard time during the time he was away.

Thinking about tomorrow's ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven, An Yan turned to Fu Yuechi behind him and said, "Yuechi, I just got back. Can you help me check how the things needed for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven are prepared?"

"Okay!" Fu Yuechi didn't think much and ran out in a hurry.

Yan Chixia teased in a teasing tone: "Hey, you still have to be our leader. Before, there was a romantic female ghost, and now you have bewitched our second young lady. She would rather join the Maoshan Sect and wait for you to come back than marry someone else."

"If you say anything else, I'll take the storage bag back!"

An Yan glared at him and brought up something that was not relevant.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything more." Yan Chixia quickly put away the storage bag, fearing that the master would really snatch it back.

An Yan went straight to the point.

"Tell me about it. I have also heard the rumors among the people regarding the ceremony of offering sacrifice to the heaven."

"Originally, I was not defeated, so I had to bite the bullet." Yan Chixia no longer had the sad face he had just had, and said with a relaxed look, "But now, Master, you are back. You have a high level of cultivation, so there must be a way."

After hearing Yan Chixia's words, it was An Yan's turn to be speechless.

"No, if I don't make it back today, won't I be ruining my job tomorrow?"

"Besides, you can ask me to rob the rich and give to the poor, but I have never prayed for rain!"

"Ah? What should we do?"

Yan Chixia and An Yan stared at each other, and both saw the speechless look in each other's eyes.

An Yan began to have a headache. It seemed that if he wanted to complete his plan of preaching and spreading his teachings throughout the world, he would have to overcome the difficulties of tomorrow first.

So he waved his hand and said, "Leave the matter of the Heavenly Sacrifice Ceremony to me. At worst, I will go and ask the old Dragon King in person when the time comes."

"Now tell me what happened during this period of time so that I can have an understanding."

Yan Chixia was relieved to see that the Sect Leader was still as confident as ever, so he started talking about the major events that had happened in the past year.

Among them was the difficulties caused by other sects. After all, if his Maoshan Sect wanted to develop, it would inevitably affect the interests of other sects. Fortunately, Xuantianzong, the leader of the Emei Sect, came to his aid and he was able to overcome the difficulties safely.

An Yan also didn't expect that Emei, far away in Shu, would actually lend a helping hand upon hearing that Maoshan Sect was in trouble. He thought it was to repay him for subduing the Blood Demon and pacifying the Blood Cave.

Thinking of the name of the sect that Yan Chixia mentioned just now, An Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Don't worry, after I finish dealing with tomorrow's affairs, I will visit them one by one."

"You bullied me, and you want to pretend nothing happened?"

Seeing the domineering expression of the sect leader who was protecting his child, Yan Chixia began to feel pity for the people from those sects, and at the same time, he also began to look forward to tomorrow's ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven.

Zhuge Wulong, and people from other sects, don’t you want to see our Maoshan sect make a fool of itself?

Then you must watch carefully tomorrow!
He couldn't wait to see what expressions those people would show.

An Yan looked at Yan Chixia, whose smile was gradually changing, and could not help but remind her, "Watch your face. It will make us look like villains, which will cause misunderstandings."

Thinking of the work his master had done before, Yan Chixia looked at An Yan in confusion, as if saying, isn't it?
An Yan pretended not to see it and walked out with his hands behind his back.

The next day.

At the ceremony of offering sacrifice to heaven, in addition to the emperor and civil and military officials, there were also the leaders and disciples of various major sects.

The people here are divided into two factions.

One group, mostly court officials, sincerely hoped that the sacrifice to heaven would be successful.

There is another group who came to laugh at the Maoshan Sect. Most of these people are from the sect themselves, and they cannot bear to see the Maoshan Sect, which has soared to the sky due to its merits of following the dragon, standing over them and peeing and shitting.

An old eunuch stepped forward and whispered, "Your Majesty, the auspicious time has arrived."

Hearing that the auspicious time had arrived, Ning Caichen said, "Then let's get started."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The old eunuch slowly stepped back, came to the front of the stage and shouted shrilly: "The auspicious time has arrived, the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heavens has officially begun!"

As the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was announced to begin, drums and music sounded, announcing that the Emperor of Heaven had arrived to enjoy the sacrifice.

At this time, everyone's eyes were cast towards the end of the road, where today's protagonist, Yan Chixia, was about to appear.

When an unusually young face appeared, everyone was stunned. Shouldn't it be the bearded Yan Chixia?

"Could it be that Yan Chixia ran away out of fear and asked a disciple from the sect to impersonate him?"

"That would really bring disgrace to the Maoshan sect. I can only say that it's what they deserve. They don't have a big enough head but they insist on wearing such a big hat."

The people in the sect were already gloating over the misfortune, and even the civil and military officials were whispering to each other, expressing dissatisfaction.

But soon, the emperor's actions shocked them.

The emperor, Lord Fu, General Du and General Zuo all came down excitedly and walked quickly towards the young man.

Then, under the shocked gazes of everyone, the emperor, who was known as the supreme ruler, actually performed a great salute to the young Taoist priest.

"Ning Caichen greets Brother An. Thank you for letting our disciples help you."

"Meet Master An!"

"Meet Master An!"

Lord Fu and General Du were also very respectful, as they had seen this gentleman in action. General Du in particular knew exactly what kind of person he was in front of him.

To put it bluntly, if the Maoshan Sect had not asked him to help Ning Caichen, he would have looked down on Ning Caichen, a poor scholar.

Until this moment, all the voices of ridicule and doubt disappeared, and the young Taoist in front of them turned out to be the elusive leader of the Maoshan Sect.

The leaders of all the major sects looked at An Yan with fear. They could not even sense any aura of cultivation from him. No one thought that the leader of the Maoshan Sect would be an ordinary person. This meant that he had already reached the state of returning to nature and his cultivation was unfathomable.

But soon, the leaders of those sects all had a glimmer of anticipation, looking forward to the leader of the Maoshan Sect praying for rain and driving away the flood.

Now that the secrets of heaven are obscured and immortals and mortals are separated, they want to see how the leader of Maoshan Sect will ask the God of Wind, the God of Rain, the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning to bring rain and drive away the flood.

An Yan smiled and said, "Your Majesty is too polite. After I successfully pray for rain and drive away the flood, we can discuss it in detail."

Ning Caichen looked at An Yan with gratitude. To him, Brother An was undoubtedly his adoptive parent, just like his master.

"I'll prepare some fine wine for Brother An, and we'll have a good chat."

Afterwards, Ning Caichen took Lord Fu and General Du back.

An Yan climbed onto the high platform, wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, and looked up at the sky.

(End of this chapter)