After the villain resigned

Yunmengze at night is more lively than during the day.

An unknown plant grows on both sides of the road, and clusters of spherical fruits emerge from the buds, and the glistening light illuminates the night of Yunmengze.

Walking straight ahead from the small road in front of the inn of "Life In Death Out", it didn't take long to reach the main road, and saw a few scattered monks passing by.

The strange thing is that these people obviously don't know each other, but they seem to have made an appointment, and they all walk in the same direction.

Jiang Yi looked in the direction they were walking, and could only see the backs of many people, a group of monks gathered together very lively.

Just as Jiang Yi was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of a streak of gray smoke in the night sky from the corner of his eye, and what came out of the smoke was a bright light.

boom--

After a thunderous crackle, the ray of light "crackled" in mid-air, and the colorful rays of light formed a fiery tree and silver flowers, and the whole Yunmengze was like daytime.

Such brilliant fireworks, even the Geng Geng Galaxy were dimmed.

But it was just at this moment, and then it turned from prosperity to decline.

The gorgeous fireworks are still reflected in the eyes, but the silver flowers in the night sky have already withered, leaving only the rustling light.

A little of the light fell in front of Jiang Yiyi.

He stretched out his hand to catch it, but before the light fell, it went out in mid-air, leaving nothing behind.

Before I had time to marvel at the grand fireworks, bursts of fairy music came from my ears.

Jiang Yi showed doubts, and said to himself: "Is this some night program of Yunmengze?"

A monk next to him heard his question and answered his doubts: "Are you from outside? This is our Nanzhou Prayer Festival."

Jiang Yi looked over, he was an ordinary-looking monk with an average cultivation level, he smiled at the person, and asked again: "What is the Festival of Prayer for Immortals?"

When the monk saw Jiang Yi's face, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment. He didn't react until he felt an unfriendly gaze on him, and replied: "The most beautiful people in each town usually preside over the sacrifices on the festival of praying for immortals. The purpose is to choose a Taoist partner for Nanming Xianjun, and it is also to pray for Nanming Xianjun's gift."

Jiang Yiyi muttered: "Blind date meeting?"

The monk didn't hear the comment, and continued: "The most beautiful person in Qixian City is naturally Fairy Qingfu..." But he secretly glanced at Jiang Yiyi, and suddenly felt a little emboldened.

Hearing what a passer-by monk said, Jiang Yi became curious, looked up at Zhou Siwei, and asked, "Shall we go and have a look?"

Zhou Siwei naturally agreed: "Okay."

Jiang Yi just wanted to watch the excitement, and was not in a hurry, holding Zhou Siwei's hand, and walked slowly to the place where the ceremony was held.

The place where the sacrificial ceremony was held was in an extremely wide open space.

Around the open space, a bronze candlestick was erected every ten steps, and the style of the candlestick was a beauty's lantern.

The facial features of the bronze beauty were lifelike. She was holding a lotus lantern in her slender hand, and a candle as thick as a baby's forearm was burning on it.

As soon as people smell it, they will feel refreshed and peaceful.

Jiang Yi stood at the outermost edge and looked around. The open space was already full of people, and there was almost no gap between their shoulders and heels. There was only a space in the middle.

There is an altar there, cast from a single piece of spar, with three floors.

The first layer depicts clouds and mists, all kinds of gods and beasts flying through the clouds, strange and brave; the second layer depicts a group of people surrounding a god, worshiping on their knees, with a devout look; the third layer is blossoming lotus flowers, swaying Lively and lifelike.

jingle--

The noisy space suddenly fell silent, only the ringing of a bell could be heard.

Almost everyone was attracted by the sound and looked up into the air.

A pure white silhouette stepped out of the air.

Accompanied by the curling Xianle, the silhouette got closer and closer, and finally revealed its true face.

It was a slender woman, she was wearing a white dress, with a long veil between her arms, behind her was the shining starlight, which made the woman's eyebrows delicate and ecstatic.

She took a step, her jade feet were bare and naked, stepping in the void, a lotus flower slowly bloomed under her feet, but it was as big as a palm, as if carved from white jade.

Finally someone came to his senses and blurted out a sentence, "Lotus grows every step of the way?"

The conversation gradually increased.

"Thinking about it, we Yunmengze will be favored by the Nanming Immortal Lord this time during the Immortal Prayer Festival."

"Exactly, lotus growing every step of the way, I'm afraid it hasn't appeared in hundreds of years."

Fairy Qingfu listened to the words obtained by the monks below, and a faint smile inevitably appeared on her face.

For this festival of praying for immortals, she is bound to win.

Fairy Qingfu slowly landed on the altar. After staying for a while, she stretched out a bright wrist in the air, and a string of bells could be seen on it.

thump—

Drums sounded around, announcing the beginning of the sacrificial ceremony.

dong dong——

Fairy Qingfu slowly bent her soft waist, following the rhythm of the fairy music, she began to dance the dance of praying for immortals.

dong dong dong-

At some point, four young children appeared under the altar. With clear voices, they sang the songs used for praying for immortals, but the language used was complicated and awkward, and they couldn't understand the meaning at all.

But when the song of praying for immortals came to the ears, although they couldn't understand it, everyone present understood the meaning inexplicably.

The general idea is that there are devout believers who are willing to offer their pure and flawless bodies, hoping to be merciful and merciful, and this intention will be conveyed to the 33rd heaven.

After singing this song, Fairy Qingfu on the altar prostrated herself on the ground, and a little bit of fluorescent light appeared on it, passing through the lake above Yunmengze and reaching the sky.

But it didn't stop there, but continued to move forward, reaching the 33rd heaven where the Nanming Xianjun lived.

33 Chongtian is not really above the sky, it refers to a fairy palace named 33 Chongtian.

Pavilions and pavilions are erected on top of overlapping green mountain peaks.

During the period, the purple air was dense, and the fairy air was pervasive. The cranes fluttered along with the auspicious clouds, and occasionally a brilliant golden light emerged from them.

At the gate of the palace, there is a plaque full of ancient rhyme, written on it, 33 Chongtian.

Fang Nanming is preaching like a day for a hundred years.

He sat on the throne, his eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling but not smiling. Every time he uttered a word, a fairy flower bloomed, and when the ending sound of the word disappeared, the fairy flower also withered.

The few people sitting below were fascinated by listening, Fang Nanming suddenly stopped talking.

"Your mind is unstable." Fang Nanming looked at a monk on the right.

"Immortal Monarch, forgive me." Chi Xiao, who was pointed out, was terrified, "I realized that my apprentice died somewhere else, so my heart is not stable."

Fang Nanming withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Go."

Chi Xiao lowered her head, "Yes."

Fang Nanming waved his hand, "This is the end, you all go."

A monk boldly said: "Immortal Monarch... Today is the Day of Praying for Immortals."

Fang Nanming closed his eyes, "I have my own plans."

No one dared to say a word, and they all withdrew from 33 Chongtian.

After Fang Nanming was the only one left in the Immortal Palace, he opened his eyes again.

At this time, Fang Nanming, who was the ruler of the Quartet, unexpectedly heard a voice that came out of nowhere.

The unwavering mechanical voice faintly reveals excitement, "The protagonist has been offline for more than 100 years, and he is finally online!"