bullyxtreme Chapter 117 - Sacrifice
Chapter 117 - Sacrifice
At the beginning, it was only this woman who noticed the three people who did not kneel, but as the woman's scolding voice sounded, more and more people gradually paid attention to this side, and the voices of accusation became louder and louder, so that Mu Ziyan on the high platform was also attracted to pay attention. The handsome black eyebrows under the golden mask slowly frowned, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart, why is it this Yan Mu again.
"The high priest hasn't spoken yet, why are you in such a hurry to drive us away?" Feng Muyan narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice.
Song Yuntian, who was kneeling in the crowd, looked in the direction of the voice and was shocked. Aren't the two followers beside that man Ying Ren and Qing Ying? Then he must be the Ninth Prince, how could he become like this?
"If you gentlemen cannot respect the traditions of Dongchu, then please leave on your own. Otherwise, it will be bad if the harmony is damaged." Mu Ziyan said coldly, and then he reached out and gently stroked the frightened little tiger on his shoulder, and said in a very low voice: "Little tiger, don't be afraid. After the sacrifice is over, I will take you to have a big meal."
"Hmm... Hmm..." The little tiger arched its back uneasily on Mu Ziyan's shoulder, then slowly calmed down under that slender palm.
"Master, their customs are too extreme. They actually ask you to kneel..." Ying Ren said coldly.
"Shut up and kneel down!" Feng Muyan said expressionlessly. He wanted to see what tricks this evil woman could play. If he caught her in the future, he would definitely teach her what respect and inferiority meant.
Although the sudden situation was calmed down, the time of the sacrifice was delayed. The people had some resentment towards these three people. If the harvest and fortune were bad this year, it would be the fault of these three sinners, and they would not let them off easily.
The sacrifice officially began. The man on the high platform slowly placed the little tiger on his shoulder onto the shoulder of the great elder, then drew the sword from the sword rack and gently cut a small wound on the little tiger's front leg. After taking a small cup of blood, the wound almost stopped bleeding.
"Hmm..." The little tiger just hummed softly and then obediently licked its injured front leg. Not surprisingly, it received Mu Ziyan's gentle caress and shook its head excitedly.
Placing the golden cup filled with tiger blood right in front of the incense burner, Mu Ziyan slowly raised the sword in his hand to the sky, and then began to dance to the sound of the drums. As the swords flew, the figure seemed to be surrounded by thousands of flying soft swords, making it difficult to see his expression. When the drums gradually slowed down, the man's movements also slowed down, until the drums stopped, and then he slowly stood still and put the sword back into the sheath.
"Master, look at those four drums!" Qingying pointed in amazement at the four big drums on the platform facing different directions.
Feng Muyan looked up inadvertently, and when he saw clearly what was painted on the drum, he felt like he was struck by lightning. If there weren't so many people present, he would have wanted to rush onto the stage to torture Mu Ziyan.
"Fu Ze Dong Chu, Fu Ze Dong Chu!" The people around the high platform stood up one after another, raised their hands and cheered. They didn't know whether it was heaven's will or man's wish was granted by heaven, but a fine drizzle began to float in the sky, lightly hitting people's bodies and making them feel indescribably comfortable. The children all ran away happily chasing each other.
"Yingren, don't you think this high priest is indeed a little weird?" Qingying raised his head slightly, enjoying the feeling of the drizzle hitting his face.
"really!"
After the crowd gradually dispersed, the four elders slowly stood up and looked at Mu Ziyan with a look of awe. The eldest elder laughed and said, "Ziyan, your grandfathers' love for you is not in vain."
"Grandpa Feng, for the sake of the Mu family and Dongchu, Zi Yan needs to become stronger." Mu Zi Yan nodded respectfully.
"Boss, the child has been tired for most of the day, let him go to rest." The second elder coughed lightly to remind him, then walked down the platform first.
"Look, I'm getting old and confused. Let's all go!"
Mu Ziyan changed out of his white robe for priests, took off his golden mask, and returned to his normal attire. He walked out of the temple in a good mood, but was stopped by three cold-faced gods. He smiled faintly and said, "Yan Mu, isn't it enough that you've been beaten by me?"
"Actually, I'm just curious, how did Mr. Mu's Adam's apple grow overnight?" Feng Muyan looked at Mu Ziyan's neck sarcastically.
"What do you want?" Mu Ziyan asked coldly, the corners of his mouth gradually straightening.
"If you give me the antidote to Forget-Sorrow Powder, you will always be Master Mu, otherwise..." Feng Muyan gave him a look that showed you should understand, and was not surprised to see Mu Ziyan's ugly expression.