I was just solving crimes, how could I become an immortal?

Chapter 187 Ancestor Blessing

The ancestor worship ceremony of the Daxing Dynasty was held in the northern suburbs every first month.

We mourn the glory of our ancestors and pray for their blessings.

But it was obvious that the ancestors could no longer protect Emperor Wanjing this year.

As early as many years ago, King An had been planning a rebellion, and the Temple of Sacrifice to Heaven at this moment was a key step in his plan.

The person who helped him complete this task was Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Industry, who once committed suicide in fear of crime.

The life of surrendering to the country was not easy. Whether it was his status within the court or support for people's livelihood, he was suppressed everywhere.

Therefore, these people who surrendered to the country were the key targets of King An to instigate rebellion.

One of the father and daughter made a bottle, and the other worked as a gangster to plot the immortal tomb. Both of them made sacrifices for their hometown.

Are they stupid? Believe in King An just for a promise?

Of course he is not stupid. Even if King An breaks his promise, Daxing will still be in trouble due to the usurpation of the throne, and the land of ruin will have the opportunity to rise.

In addition to helping to make the human vase, the foreign minister from the Ministry of Industry also did one last thing for King An. When supervising the Temple of Heaven, he ordered his cronies to modify the base and carve a set of formation patterns. .

……

In the center of Tianji Square, the altar stands high.

The stairs are all made of white jade, and the bottom side is decorated with pearl bluestone, which looks solemn and solemn.

There was still heavy snow floating in the sky, covering the altar with a white curtain.

Next to the altar, the dazzling blood made this pure and spotless place look a bit ferocious.

After all, it is not an important official place, and the altar's defense force is very weak. All the officers and soldiers at this moment have been killed in the battle, and their corpses are lying around.

Several monks in sacrificial robes, with black silk brocade hanging on their chests, stepped onto the stairs solemnly, and lit the braziers one by one with the torches in their hands.

In the brazier, wisps of strange black fire began to rise, and the thick snow covering the altar quickly began to melt.

The priests gathered in a circle and recited the incantation silently. The formation patterns hidden on the ground were activated and emerged. A large amount of blood flowed through the grooves to the center of the altar, and the black flame became increasingly hot.

On the other side, King An finally appeared.

Wearing brocade clothes and holding the secret treasure of black lotus, he led the sacrificial team and walked steadily to the top of the altar.

Three animals and five fruits were spread out, the black lotus was held high, and sections of inscriptions appeared on the petals. The black air overflowed and reached the sky, stirring the world in an instant.

"Yes, yes, Your Highness Prince An, you are much more filial than the Holy One. You actually came here to worship a month in advance."

At the same time as the sacrifice began, Cao An's voice came from behind. In other words, Cao An was deliberately waiting for the sacrifice to begin.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ten-foot-long sandal fell from the sky and stepped heavily on the altar.

"Careful, block it!"

boom!
  King An's subordinates tried very hard to resist, but they could not prevent Sanyang's full blow.

The force of the clogs drove away the masters and interrupted the sacrifice. The light on the black lotus was instantly extinguished. King An also groaned, and a line of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Standing up, King An looked at Cao An with a stern look: "You really guessed my whereabouts and were even waiting for me to start the sacrifice. You are worthy of the name of a detective, amazing."

Cao An smiled slightly and clasped his fists in return: "Thank you. King An was on guard and didn't use all his strength to start the sacrifice. Otherwise, it wouldn't be as simple as a minor injury."

Experts play the game and reveal their tricks at first glance.

King An's advantage is that he has been planning secretly for ten years, has sufficient troops and food, and has a deep layout.

The advantage of Cao An is that he can ignore the life and death of Emperor Wan Jing.

Although there was chaos in the city and the palace was attacked, for Cao An, it didn't matter.

He is standing by, waiting for your sacrifice to begin and for you, King An, to appear. Anyway, the situation in the city is gradually stabilizing, and I have the advantage.

But he could wait, but King An couldn't. After all, he couldn't get around this key link.

King An sighed and looked at the turbulent sky.

It was understandable that there was chaos in the city. The strange phenomenon appeared at the altar in the northern suburbs, and the intention was too obvious. He knew it was a flaw, but he couldn't get around it.

"If it were you, how would you choose to conceal this altar situation?" King An admired Cao An very much and hoped to continue to discuss with Cao An.

But Cao An just smiled coldly: "If I were you, I would choose to die and donate the money to the Tsing Yi Department."

"..."

Faced with Cao An's teasing, King An was not angry. Experts always have their own quirks.

And Cao An's quirk seems to be... being in a hurry to get off work?

This quirk is great! That's great.

King An looked at Cao An as if he were looking at a perfect subordinate.

He has many dead soldiers, but it is difficult to find ministers who govern the world. Especially people like Cao An, who do not seek official power at all and just want to solve crimes with peace of mind, are even rarer.

Why can't he use an amazing talent who doesn't have to be wary of alien intentions? "Are you willing to join my service? I promise you that if I ascend the throne, I will be worshiped as a second-rank official, and you can choose the treasures in the secret treasury. The Qingyi Department official will be promoted to the third rank, and the reward will be a thousand taels." He stretched out his arm and threw it towards Cao An to recruit him.

Faced with such generous treatment, Cao An just replied disdainfully: "I can choose the secret treasures of my choice, hum! I don't care!"

Think about it, there are only some defective items left in the secret library. You want to bribe me like this? I don't like it at all.

Beside him, Tisi Liang Qifeng also took a step forward and replied calmly: "A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. King An, your way is different from ours after all, so you should surrender."

Not to mention, it is indeed different. Even everyone present has a different Tao from our Tisi.

After all, this man's way is to go through the process first, then steal.

Pay attention to formality, etiquette first, then military service.

After hearing everyone's rejection, King An also knew that this battle was inevitable.

"Since you want to fight, let's give it a try. I want to see how you, Cao An, can break my game!"

King An roared, holding up the black lotus with his left hand, and holding a brown flag with his right hand. On the flag, an ink-colored ghost mask was faintly painted.

For a moment, black flames erupted from the altar brazier again, and the sky and earth surged.

The flags were waved, and strong winds were blowing all around, like ghosts crying and howling, which was breathtaking.

"How to break the situation?" Everyone in the Tsing Yi Department looked at Cao An.

Cao An laughed and spread his hands: "I don't know at all."

Everyone:? ? ?
  "I didn't know you were so confident just now?"

"It sounds like you can win if you keep your head down. I'm just optimistic. I don't know what he wants to do. Where can he break the situation?"

If you want to break the game, you must first know that it is a game.

Cao An just speculated that King An was waiting for the altar to be completed because of King An's actions.

It's like a policeman stationed in front of a thief's house. The thief has been found, but where the thief went and what he did has not yet been explained. How can Cao An know?

"Perhaps, you just want to fight with us?" Ying Huorong was full of fighting spirit and was gearing up for a big fight.

Although this speculation sounded too simple, Cao An seemed unable to refute it. After all, these people were really just fighting.

The black flag should be a soul-calling flag. As it danced, a large number of ghosts were released. With the blessing of the black lotus, they turned into fierce ghosts holding weapons and slashed at them.

The soldiers of King An on the other side also launched a brave charge.

The two armies of humans and ghosts attacked together, with great momentum, as if they really just wanted to have a fight.

"It's inexplicable. Let's fight and retreat, don't fight forcefully." Cao An issued the strategy of not attacking, and everyone naturally accepted the order happily.

The advantage of the Tsing Yi Department is that they have strong individual combat capabilities and are united as one, and they can entrust their support to their comrades.

But the disadvantage is also obvious, that is, the number of people is too small. At this moment, facing the oppression of thousands of elites, fighting to the death will only increase casualties. One person for a hundred people will be a loss.

But in this situation, I just need to fight and retreat.

Cao An has always said that he wants to catch the other party to sacrifice and open it, which is a harassment strategy.

I don't need to actually kill the enemy, I just need to confirm that King An appears, and prevent you from succeeding in the sacrifice. When follow-up reinforcements arrive, it will be victory.

In this situation, how can you turn the world upside down?
  Sure enough, Cao An's plan was successful, and within a moment, a large number of troops gathered here.

Some of them came to investigate after discovering strange phenomena in the world, and some of them were Cao An who had negotiated with the emperor to send troops to reinforce the palace.

He had said before that this was the home court of Emperor Wan Jing, who had been operating the business conscientiously for nearly 60 years and would not fall down so easily.

On the scene at this moment, our own army has exceeded a thousand members, and among them there are several old men over fifty years old. Looking at their energetic appearance, they should be the worship masters raised by the imperial court, and their strength is extraordinary.

"So, are we winning?" Zhu Xian looked around and felt that they had taken advantage of both the number of people and the experts.

After the civil strife in the city was quelled, the number of masters would only increase, and the victory was already established.

I just always feel that this thing is a bit anticlimactic.

King An has been planning for so long, is this it?
  "It should be more than that. From what I see, that person seems quite calm."

From the beginning when the Tsing Yi Department was fighting and retreating, to the counterattack now when reinforcements arrived, King An remained calm, as if everything was under control.

But where does this confidence come from?
  "He came to gather at the altar, maybe he wanted to offer sacrifices and pray for something?"

"In addition to worshiping the late emperor, what else can be offered to this place? You can't. He came here just to shout 'ancestor's blessing'. Haha~~" Zhu Xian patted his belly and laughed.

Then, King An really shouted.

He inserted the soul-calling flag with his right hand, knelt on his knees, held the black lotus high, and shouted to the sky:
  "My ancestors and clans are on top! The royal family of Daxing has collapsed, the country is exhausted, and the chaos has turned into thieves who are plotting to usurp the throne. I ask my ancestors and clans to protect me and protect me in Daxing mountains and rivers!"

boom!
  As soon as the words fell, the formation under the Temple of Heaven that had sucked enough blood began to operate.

The altar that was originally used to comfort the ancestors was now reversed and distorted. There was a trembling sound in the imperial mausoleum in the distance, and then several rays of golden light shot into the sky.

Did the ancestors of the royal family really cheat their bodies?

(End of this chapter)