Chapter 288: The God’s Platform

He was not just living in a dream. The Golden Armor Bronze Man Technique was of great value in reality. He could buy the bronze and other things from Songyang Prefecture. Li Fubo might be able to get him a good price.

Yeah, perfect!

He Lingchuan grabbed the jade slip containing the secret scroll of the Bronze Man Technique in his hand, and a lot of information naturally appeared in his mind, like engraving. Refining a bronze man is a delicate job that cannot tolerate any error. Fortunately, although this way of learning cannot make him master it immediately, it at least guarantees that his memory will not be wrong.

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After leaving Pengcheng Office, the two set off for the God-Descending Platform.

The place where Zhong Shengguang paid tribute to the gods was not in the city, but in the northwest highlands five miles behind Panlong City. There were few people there at ordinary times, but now there were a lot of cars and people rushing to the highlands.

He Lingchuan and Sun Fuling hired a spacious carriage.

Looking around, the travelers on the road were all civilians in Panlong City. Some could not afford to hire a car, so they just walked there.

You know, the dirt road outside the city is bumpy and there is snow in some places, so it is not as easy to walk as the city road. What's more, the sky is half dark now, dark clouds are about to fall, and blizzards are coming at any time.

But the people of Panlong City around walked and talked, as if no one was worried about the weather.

"It won't snow." Sun Fuling saw him looking up at the sky frequently and knew his worries. "Every year on the day of the sacrifice to the sky, the sky is so depressing, and everyone is used to it."

He Lingchuan rubbed his hands: "Finally, I can see Commander Zhong." Counting the time of this dream, he has been here for several months, but he has not even seen Zhong Shengguang and General Hong.

He toasted in front of Zhong Shengguang's grave and saw the commander who turned into a black dragon, but what does Zhong Shengguang look like?

"I'm going to disappoint you." Sun Fuling laughed softly, "Master Zhong is not coming here."

"Huh?" He Lingchuan was confused, "He won't be there on his daughter's memorial day?!" What kind of tiger and wolf father is this?

"Mr. Zhong will offer sacrifices at home. He said he felt guilty about his daughter and was too embarrassed to preside over the heavenly sacrifice, so Wen Daolun would do it for him."

"Since he felt guilty about his daughter, why didn't he build a temple for Zhong Wuhan in the city?" Panlong City has the Temple of the Goddess of Mitian, as well as the temples of Zhong Shengguang and General Hong.

Sun Fuling laughed: "How can you build a temple for a sacrifice?"

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows: "So he still regards his daughter as a sacrifice, not a hero who saves the people of the city?"

Sun Fuling glanced at him and said leisurely: "Are you speaking up for her?"

"Who am I?" He Lingchuan grinned and laughed at himself, "My thoughts are not important." He is still just a patrol guard, and he hasn't even become a team leader.

Soon, the carriage reached the destination.

Ahead was the God Descending Platform. There were too many people, and the carriage couldn't pass, so everyone got off and walked forward.

Fortunately, the road was not rugged. On the one hand, Panlong City sent people to level this section of the mountain road, and on the other hand, the God Descending Platform was located on the edge of the Chiba Plateau.

The Chipa Plateau has a special terrain, which is dozens of feet higher than the Panlong Wasteland. Standing on the cliff at the edge of the plateau and looking down, the mountains below are all interlaced with wolf teeth and dangerous.

But people on the plateau don't have much effort to walk over.

He Lingchuan followed the crowd up and realized that the God-Descending Platform itself is a huge platform protruding outward, hanging alone on the edge of the Chipa Plateau. If you jump down from here, you will reach the Panlong Wasteland.

Of course, if you go down physically, your soul will return to heaven.

When He Lingchuan and the others arrived at the God-Descending Platform, there were already eight layers of people inside and outside, but everyone lowered their eyebrows and knelt on the ground. If a child dared to make a noise, he would immediately attract the angry eyes of the crowd, and the parents must shut their mouths immediately, otherwise someone else would teach the child a lesson for you.

Sun Fuling reminded He Lingchuan on the way here that he should not be disrespectful to the daughter of the Zhong family on the God-Descending Platform. A foreigner once spoke nonsense here and was beaten to death.

It turned out that the heavenly sacrifice ceremony had already begun. Now there was only one voice resounding throughout the venue, that was the sacrificial text that Wen Daolun was reciting.

The four-six-character script was well-chosen.

The voice was calm and rhythmic.

He Lingchuan listened to two sentences, and the meaning was nothing more than praising Zhong Wuhan for sacrificing his life for his homeland and moving the heaven and earth with his sincerity. Since ancient times, sacrificial texts have been full of flowers and flowers, and they wish they could be decorated with flowers and flowers. He Lingchuan only heard the part where the gods thundered down from the sky and took away the sacrifices, and then focused all his attention on this field.

This sedition platform was originally supposed to be the size of two football fields, but there was a corner missing at the front.

The shape of this corner... how to say it? It was as if someone had planned it with a circle and cut it directly.

So the outermost side of the sedition platform became an arc, neat and smooth, not like a natural product.

This huge gap made the altar built of blue square stones look pocket-sized.

There was a pointed monument on the altar, shaped like a sword pointing straight to the sky, but there was no name on it.

On the altar in front of the altar, there were three kinds of animals: pigs, cows, and sheep.

It was not in accordance with the etiquette of Xiluo for a commander's daughter to enjoy such offerings. But Zhong Shengguang obviously didn't care, and neither did the people of Panlong City.

What He Lingchuan was thinking about was why Zhong Shengguang chose to pay tribute to the gods here?

Others paid tribute to the gods secretly, wishing that no one would know. But the venue he chose was open and flat, and could easily accommodate thousands of onlookers.

In addition to Zhong Shengguang no longer taking the Xiluo ban seriously, in addition to his monopoly of power in Panlong City and even paying tribute to the gods openly, were there more political considerations?

For example, let the people of Panlong City witness with their own eyes how much the Zhong family sacrificed for the safety of Panlong City and the well-being of every citizen?

The hearts of the people need to be won.

If this is true, Zhong Shengguang's grief over the loss of his beloved daughter is real, but it has also been carefully considered.

This is really a heroic figure, even his own pain can be used as a bargaining chip.

Somehow, He Lingchuan suddenly thought of He Chunhua, and then sighed.

Sun Fuling beside him immediately turned her head and looked over, her eyes bright as water.

She raised her finger in front of her lips, without making a hissing sound, but continued to point to the sky.

At this time, the sky phenomenon can be described as treacherous and unpredictable. It was not yet ? o'clock (3 pm), the sky and the earth were dark, and at the same time, the wind was blowing hard. The dark clouds in the sky were so thick that they were almost pressing down on the top of the mountain. When everyone looked up, they could see the waves of the sea below the clouds, as if the sea surface was upside down and attached to the zenith.

The civilians bowed their heads and dared not breathe.

At this time, Wen Daolun finished reading the sacrificial text, and his hand loosened, and the golden red paper with the sacrificial text was swept up to the sky by the strong wind, spontaneously combusted in mid-air, and burned to ashes in a few breaths.

He Lingchuan watched the ashes fly into the clouds and disappear.

Then the sky and the earth were bright, because a bolt of lightning struck down.

Before He Lingchuan closed his eyes, he could only vaguely see its root-like shape, which hit directly below the sedition platform.

Then came the second thunderbolt.

This was unreasonable. Shouldn't lightning strike high up? Why did it ignore the steeple on the cliff and directly hit the valley?

Perhaps in response to his question, twenty breaths later, just when he thought everything was over, another thunderbolt fell.

This time the shape was different from the previous ones. It was actually a huge circular beam of light, and it hit the gap of the sedition platform, perfectly!

No creature dared to open its eyes, even Wen Daolun, the chief priest, turned his head away.

The power of heaven was unstoppable.

After He Lingchuan opened his eyes, he smelled a strong smell of burnt smoke. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and soon a ray of sunlight came out through the gap, penetrated the sky and focused into a beam, just hitting the sedition platform.

The magnificence and solemnity cannot be described in words.

He Lingchuan looked around and saw the civilians of Panlong City prostrating themselves on the ground, muttering something in their mouths. No matter who they were, their expressions were much more pious than before.

The gods still favored this place, who dared to have any doubts?

Wen Daolun walked down the altar and stood aside.

The main sacrifice ceremony had been completed, and the scene no longer required solemnity. So the civilians came forward with baskets to offer offerings and then saluted respectfully. Some were particular, and pressed the child's head to make him kowtow three times.

When the high incense was about to burn out, Wen Daolun would go up to offer incense again.

The city guards maintained order on the side, and everything was in order.

He Lingchuan looked at the civilians and found that most of the offerings were fruits, vegetables, and cakes. In this season of wind and snow, fruits are really not cheap, and good-looking ones are even more expensive.

The lives of the people in Panlong City are still a long way from being rich.

Some children even put their favorite toys on the top.

He Lingchuan even saw a young man take out flowers from under his coat, peel off the outer layer of oil paper, and carefully put them under the obelisk.

The flowers were not crushed, but the delicate petals were instantly frozen with a layer of white frost.

Weak things really can't survive in Panlong City.

It was not until this time that He Lingchuan truly realized the true feelings of the residents of Panlong City for the Zhong family.

That didn't even need to be expressed in words.

Those who sacrificed themselves for the lives of the people in the city are worthy of remembrance and respect in any case.

Sun Fuling pulled his sleeves, gave him half of the prepared offerings, and the two walked forward together.

He Lingchuan looked down and found that in addition to a few crystal pears, she also brought a box of meat pies.

The box was elegant, and there was a product name on it, called Wenxiangyi.

This meat pie was actually a time-honored brand.

There were too many civilians participating in the heavenly sacrifice, and the offering table had long been unable to fit, so these fruits were placed around the obelisk.

He Lingchuan put down the offerings, bowed with Sun Fuling, and then walked towards Wen Daolun.

The guards behind Wen Daolun immediately stepped forward to stop him.

However, Sun Fuling had already spoken in advance:

"Mr. Wen."

Wen Daolun turned around and saw: "Isn't this Xu Shichu's female disciple? Come here, come here."

The guards let him go.

Sun Fuling knew that his time was precious, so she didn't say much and said straight to the point: "Mr. Wen, I'm here to ask for a favor."

Wen Daolun was at a loss: "Favor?"

"Two months ago, you and I played chess at Shumi Academy..."

Wen Daolun immediately said "Ah": "Okay, okay, I remember, tell me."

"My friend was predicted to have a disaster, and I would like to ask Mr. Wen to show him a way out." Sun Fuling pointed to He Lingchuan, who immediately crossed his hands in greeting, "Please help Mr. Wen."