Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 271 Skeletons at the Grand Ceremony, Luna Sends Assists (6k)

In the grand festival of the gods every year, one Jiazi is an integer, and sixty Jiazi is a large number.

An emperor can go through 600 years smoothly. Looking back, the divine dynasty is more powerful than 600 years ago. It can be regarded as living up to thousands of years of management and worthy of the previous emperors.

Dagan has been very lively recently, the Rites Department is extremely busy, and none of the other departments can be idle.

Juan Wang of the Ministry of Punishment worked overtime to solve all the cases in stock as much as possible.

After all, according to the normal situation, when the new emperor ascends the throne, there is a routine procedure of amnesty for the world.

The heinous ones are okay, but there are still many, you can let them go, you feel uncomfortable, and you can't let them go.

Also consider, don't make trouble during the new emperor's enthronement stage.

Juan Wang has been dealing with these people recently, those who could not be imprisoned for a few years, after they are released, it doesn't matter if they can calm down and not cause trouble.

Some of them are not on the heinous list, and based on their past performance, there is a high probability that they will still cause trouble, but they are not enough to kill directly, so let them stay in prison until they die.

The Ministry of Industry has to be busy with all kinds of things, from buildings to magic weapons, and all kinds of ritual utensils, they have to prepare them.

Even after the new emperor ascended the throne, he had to prepare all kinds of supporting things, which were not readily available.

It can't be that the new emperor is enthroned, there is nothing to use, right?

Emperor Qian made a decision in a hurry this time, no one dared to say anything, let's all work together.

Even Jin Yiwei has not been free recently, Song Chengyue had to go to the ancestral land of the royal family's dragon veins to do an investigation and clean up to make sure there would be no problems.

Those who are doing things recently, regardless of the size of the matter, take them all first.

There is a saying, don't work hard, don't play lazy, just hit those who don't have eyes, and they are talking about those who don't have eyes and are still jumping around recently.

As soon as the news that the crown prince was about to ascend the throne came out, Dagan became even more stable than before.

The strongmen who kill and seize treasures in the wild, and those who are a little bit organized all have a collective holiday.

Those teeth that everyone shouted and beaten on weekdays disappeared in an instant.

Even those street lamp pendants who are in reserve have seemed particularly conscientious recently.

The arrogant and domineering yamen disappeared. I heard that many of them were directly broken by their family members and allowed them to recuperate at home, cutting off the chance of causing trouble from the root.

Even the royal family has a brotherly and respectful atmosphere. In the past, Yugui channel talked about cross talk, but it disappeared, and it was replaced by a new story.

On the surface, it looks like the whole world is celebrating.

Everyone became kinder.

After all, no one wants to be that early bird who doesn't have long eyes.

Yu Ziqing listened to Yu Guili's newly made-up story about the brotherhood of the prince and the second prince in the past, and put Yu Gui away silently.

He felt unreal as if in a dream, let alone others.

Even if he told Juice himself, Juice might not believe it.

Forget it, as long as the facts are settled, nothing else matters.

Next, he was basically just watching the show, to see what the Divine King wanted this pawn to do, and to see how the Emperor Qian would fight against the Divine King.

From the current point of view, it was Qianhuang who had the upper hand and limped the god king.

But it doesn't matter who has the last laugh.

When it's Mid-Autumn Festival, the big festival begins.

The ancestral land of the Daqian royal family was cleaned up inside and out, and the enthronement ceremony and the grand sacrifice were held on the same day.

In addition to Dagan's courtiers, Dagan invited many outsiders to watch the ceremony.

Dali and Dazhen each sent a prince to represent the royal family, and all major forces, those with qualifications and strength, were invited to watch the ceremony.

After all, Jinlan Mountain has a ninth-order seat, and the business is not small, so it can be regarded as a big force, so it naturally received the invitation.

Yu Ziqing sealed the Dadui Yuxi and many other seals, but he only came to watch the ceremony as Jin Lanshan.

Otherwise, even if Yu Ziqing never practiced under the power of the gods, there would still be some conflicts, which might lead to changes.

The procedure of the grand ceremony was extremely cumbersome, and Yu Ziqing felt drowsy after watching it.

In addition to the stinky and long sacrificial rites, in short, the emperor abdicates and crowns the crown prince. The prince, as the new emperor, worships the ancestors and ancestors, prays to heaven and earth, is attracted by the power of the gods, and is recognized as the new emperor. The momentum climbed, a wave of muscle was displayed, and it was over.

It seems that the father is kind and the son is filial, the brother is humble and the brother is respectful, and the civil and military officials of the whole court also respectfully congratulate him, opening a new chapter for Daqian.

Yu Ziqing followed for a day, and waited until three days later, when the grand ceremony was over and everyone was about to leave.

Only then did Yu Ziqing find the forces that came to watch the ceremony.

The first one to find was a prince from the royal family of Dali.

Yu Ziqing handed the other party a dark storage bag.

"During this trip to practice, I came across the corpse of a senior, so I collected it and brought him back from the abyss.

Judging from his belongings, it should be a senior from the Dali royal family, but unfortunately, he never knew what this senior was called.

Come to think of it, this senior also wants to return to his roots, so he can rest in peace. "

The prince of Dali took the storage bag, opened it, and found a coffin with a calm atmosphere inside, and various relics that had been collected were placed beside it.

Just looking at a few of the relics that had lost their power, he knew who this person was.

"Thank you, this is indeed a senior in our clan. Thousands of years ago, he traveled to the abyss and never returned..."

Dali's prince thanked him politely. He didn't know much about what happened back then, but he also knew that there was such a senior.

Back then, this senior also had a ninth-order realm.

It's a pity that it was later used as a negative teaching material to teach the younger generations of the royal family.

No matter what, it is always a good thing for the strong seniors of the royal family to have their bones collected, and they must also accept the favor of others.

The prince of Dali is very polite and gentle.

After all, Dali's royal family is the real sister, humble and respectful, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Prince Dali treats these younger brothers and sisters very well.

And the other brothers and sisters, nephews and nieces, no one would think of competing with the prince.

If someone instigates them, they probably don't need to stab them at all, they will close the door at home and drown the person who instigated them to fight in the flower pond.

There is no conflict of interest, and the atmosphere is naturally harmonious.

Seeing the good-natured and gentle Prince Dali leave, Yu Ziqing finally remembered where the feeling of déjà vu came from listening to the story a few days ago.

The guys who made up the story in Dagan actually copied the story of Dali's royal siblings getting along harmoniously, changed it a little, put it on Dagan's side, and published it directly.

Good guy, haven't those screenwriters been beaten to death by the gangsters?
With a trace of regret in Yu Ziqing's eyes, he adjusted the smile on his face and went looking for those forces one by one.

The remains he collected in the abyss were quite large.

Many of them had ID cards on them, or left a suicide note, warning the latecomers not to covet the fairy grass, otherwise they would die inexplicably, and they might even bring disaster to the family.

Those who could leave the remains of these people didn't have the breath of blood curse, and they didn't know where they came from at that time.

If he could confirm the origin, Yu Ziqing would return his bones as a favor.

Especially gather up all the relics of the other party and return them back, especially suicide notes and the like.

He wants everyone to engrave the eight words "If you covet the fairy grass, you will die badly" into the ancestral motto.

He gathered a lot of corpses, some were demons, and most of them could still find the forces behind them, including sects and families.

But there are also some, their families or sects, have been annihilated in history.

For these people, Yu Ziqing is going to build a cemetery for them outside Jinlan Mountain, and then erect a monument for them, stating what strength they used to be and why they fell.

And on the Yaozu side, if there are still large groups, send the corpses back.

From ancient times to the present, it may have been tens of thousands of years, and only a few dozen or hundreds of ninth-level seas of consciousness have been found there, and it doesn't feel like there are many.

But bringing out dozens of ninth-level corpses in one breath, the impact is definitely enough to reverse the general direction of the cognition about fairy grass in one fell swoop.

As for whether there are still people who are lucky, then Yu Ziqing can't control it.

He just needs to let most people know that even if a celestial grass is placed in front of you, you'd better not have any bad intentions.

Excluding the strong men who died in bed, the whole world went back 2000 years, and there were not so many strong men who died suddenly.

Originally, Yu Ziqing planned to deliver the corpses one by one.

But it is too troublesome, at least it will take several years to run.

It's no coincidence that the new Emperor Daqian ascended the throne and gathered so many powerful people in one breath, and most of them can be sent out in one breath.

Yu Ziqing will send the rest slowly.

Maybe those corpses will leave behind any inheritance or treasures for the younger generations.

If it is Yaozu, it will definitely benefit greatly.

Yu Ziqing didn't pay much attention to these, and didn't search at all.

He hoped that those who welcome back the corpses of the elders of the family would get some benefits.

If you want favors, then be thorough, and the right should be purely doing good deeds.

Yu Ziqing sent a circle of corpses, and finally found Song Chengyue.

Lao Song frowned, with a troubled expression on his face, as if he was constipated.

"The new emperor's enthronement ceremony, you came here... to do these..."

The new emperor is enthroned, and you come to deliver a lot of corpses, is this appropriate?

Didn't he come here on purpose to make people sick, so he pinched his nose and gave you a thumbs up?

Yu Ziqing took out a storage bag and handed it to Song Chengyue.

"There are two corpses inside, one is a member of the Daqian royal family, and the other should have been a member of the Jinyiwei, both of them had the strength of the ninth level.

I speculate that it should have been 10,000 years ago, but I don't know exactly. "

Song Chengyue couldn't say anything now.

When the new emperor found out about this, no matter what he thought in his heart, he had to express his gratitude politely, and he had to give a heavy gift to express his gratitude.

Most of the monks, even casual cultivators, will think about taking in an apprentice and leaving a legacy when their lifespan is coming to an end.

If it is a strong person, especially a strong person with power behind him, the most worrying thing is to fall outside.

One is that it is impossible to return the fallen leaves to their roots, and die in a foreign country, which is terrible.

The second is that there may be some important inheritance, and something that was only comprehended will be lost directly.

Three For some forces, the corpses of these strong men are important details of the sect.

Anyway, regardless of psychology or interests, the loss is heavy.

Song Chengyue recognized it while pinching his nose, took the storage bag and left to report to the new emperor.

I don't know what Xinhuang was thinking in his heart, but on the surface, he was full of emotions, and he played on the spot and praised Yu Ziqing a lot.

After confirming that one of the seniors of the royal family was still a ninth-rank powerhouse, he happened to send him to the ancestral land with a big gift, and took advantage of the situation to play a wave to win over the members of the royal family.

Then he spent all his money and gave Yu Ziqing a bunch of gifts to express his gratitude.

Yu Ziqing received the gift, and continued to deliver the remaining few corpses whose origins could be confirmed, one by one, to the door in person.

Anyway, idle is idle, brush your face.

Let everyone save the trouble of looking for Undead Mandala in the future, and expand to the entire fairy grass group by the way.

Also cut down on the potential dangers of home-made juices.

In the future, in case someone knows that there is a fairy grass in Jinlan Mountain, the eyes are red, and he loses his mind with jealousy.

Also eliminate the troubles that Jin Lanshan may encounter in advance.

They didn't believe Yu Ziqing's words, but they didn't believe in the suicide note of their own parents, the bloody note written on the deathbed, and so many powerful people died.

Coupled with the curse of the blood of that strong man in the Liao family back then, two rank nines were killed.

All things add up, they should believe it.

Yu Ziqing wandered around for two years, and finally delivered the corpses of the strong human race whose origins could be confirmed.

The rest whose origins could not be confirmed were brought back to Jinlan Mountain. In the eastern part of Jinlan, they found a place and brought a bunch of hungry ghosts to build a cemetery.

He also went to the head of the village and wrote an epitaph himself, and erected a monument in the cemetery to warn the latecomers.

After finishing his work, Yu Ziqing put three sticks of incense on every grave in the cemetery.

"You are all seniors, and your lifespan is coming to an end, so it's better to fight to the death.

There is greed in the heart, and it cannot be curbed.

Now they are all dead.

What the younger generation can do is fulfill your last wishes.

Based on your experience, I warn future generations not to repeat the same mistakes and reverse the wrong information.

Seniors, now that you are in peace, you can rest in peace. "

Yu Ziqing saluted, turned and left.

A moment later, a gust of wind blew through the cemetery, and the handwriting on the epitaph became more and more blurred, as if it was about to disappear.

And the next moment, countless thoughts appeared out of thin air and filled in those handwriting.

That was after the major forces welcomed back the former predecessors, buried their corpses, collected their relics, and saw their dying will.

No matter how deep-rooted the concept is, no matter how strong the greedy heart is, it will not be able to hold back the shock brought by the appearance of so many strong remains.

Some people in the strongest group sensed that something was wrong and believed these words.

The credibility of top-down information transmission will naturally be high.

Because, if you don’t believe it, information will be forced into you.

If you covet the fairy grass, you will die.

Even the descendants of their blood will suffer retribution.

This is the new trend, and it is also the truth.

Countless thoughts gathered and became stronger and stronger, and the handwriting on the stone tablet gradually became blurred, falling into a stalemate.

Yu Ziqing's figure suddenly appeared in front of the stele.

He turned into a hungry ghost, touched the stone tablet with one hand, and stared blankly.

Under the moonlight, Yu Ziqing muttered softly.

"moonlight."

With a shout, the brilliance of the bright moon suddenly brightened.

The endless moonlight fell down and turned into a beam of light, falling on Yu Ziqing.

The new magical powers are somewhat like the throwback of Shadow Division's Jade Mirror.

Haoyue has witnessed the history of the past, and every night hides the unsightly filth of the world.

This supernatural power is like using the moon to deduce what happened in the past from the first chapter of the Great Evolution.

But it is not the same as the jade mirror of the Shadow Division, it does not use the power of the gods to go back.

In the end, the supernatural power evolved, which is Moonlight.

In fact, Yu Ziqing is quite satisfied. It should be very useful to trace some key information.

Now he wants to try to trace back what kind of power is erasing those words.

Following Yu Ziqing's supernatural powers.

Above the bright moon, the Moon God in the Moon Palace suddenly opened his eyes.

She looked at the sky and felt the changes on the bright moon.

Some people are borrowing Haoyue's power, and even want to borrow her power.

After careful perception, she vaguely felt a familiar feeling, just like the beginning she met back then.

"It really is his heir."

Continuing to sense, it seems that there is still a kind of paradoxical, undetectable root power, which seems to be resisting.

Everything around is transformed accordingly.

The Moon God seemed to appear around Yu Ziqing, she saw Yu Ziqing's appearance, and felt Yu Ziqing's aura.

There is also the innate closeness to Haoyue, coupled with the temperament and eyes that are obviously very similar to Shishi.

Although the outer appearance has turned into a hungry ghost, it is not important, only the breath and the root are important.

She saw the stele and saw the contents of the epitaph.

Luna Xiu frowned slightly, a little surprised.

"Who is this? Such audacity to tamper with things about the fairy grass?"

Even if this tampering is not directly aimed at the grass jelly, it can be regarded as taking advantage of loopholes.

But if there is any problem, aren't you afraid of retribution along with him?
Or can the other party afford the price?

Luna was still wondering why, but now there is no need to think about it, and there is no need to choose.

On the one hand, he is close to Haoyue, and he is Shi's heir, and he is still trying to set things right.

On the one hand, I don't know who is doing the big death.

She must stand Yu Ziqing.

With a hand in the depths of the Moon God, with a light touch, the surrounding illusions immediately dissipated.

And the bright moon in the sky, the falling brilliance suddenly soared a hundred times, and the power of the bright moon mobilized by the moon god himself fell down.

In an instant, Yu Ziqing's eyes were like a bright moon, blooming with a deserted moonlight, and his supernatural power soared.

In Yu Ziqing's mind, the source of the land held by the Yin God also began to tremble slightly.

In the next moment, without waiting for Yu Ziqing to continue searching.

The power that wanted to erase the words on the stone tablet slowly dissipated, as if it had never appeared before.

The handwriting on the stone tablet showed an ominous color of blood, as if soaked in blood, ready to drip down at any moment, an ominous aura emerged.

Yu Ziqing grinned. Where he touched the stele, blood scattered.

"You run really fast, you can run, it seems that it is not a simple restriction that will be triggered, but something more complicated."

In the past, when encountering information that was erased and falsified, it either directly led to the king of God, or there was no response.

This is the first time I have come into contact with a blocking power that is just pure power.

That only shows one thing, the matter of the fairy grass is very involved and very important.

It is very necessary for people or demons, or other races, to believe that swallowing the fairy grass can change their fate against the sky.

And this concept has long been ingrained.

Even in the early years, when Lao Yang mentioned the fairy grass, he also thought so.

Because it is true that someone took the fairy grass and changed their fate against the sky.

It's just that the old sheep at that time felt that his eyes would shine when he saw the fairy grass, and the danger of digging the fairy grass was extremely high, and the probability of sudden death was extremely high, so it was not worth it.

He can do things on his own that are comparable to changing fate against the sky.

In essence, they still think that grass jelly is just a better treasure.

Then came the concept of retribution.

It becomes retribution if you covet the celestial grass.

Many strong people are actually unwilling to take risks.

But at that time, there were still strong people who were willing to fight to the death, and the overall concept remained unchanged.

Now it is time to fundamentally change the overall concept and cognition.

Yu Zi quietly comprehended for a moment, the aura of the stele had changed drastically, and those strong and powerful handwritings had become like the weeping last words of many strong men when they were dying, containing extremely strong thoughts.

Just standing here, seems to be substituting the feelings of those who died tragically when they were about to die.

Endless despair, but it is impossible to let others hear this despair and the most genuine mourning at the time of death.

It can even be expected that there will be people who will continue this despair and continue to utter the most painful whine.

That will only make you more desperate.

Yu Ziqing closed his eyes, took a few steps back, and slowly calmed down.

He didn't dare to look at the stele anymore.

How big is the lie, how deep is the precipitation, how strong it will be after it is revealed at this moment and starts to bite back.

Yu Ziqing even felt that those strong men in the cemetery would have to uncover their coffins and tell everyone what they wanted to say.

Those who don't listen will uncover their heads and force information into them.

Yu Ziqing took out some spiritual incense and re-burned incense in front of everyone's tomb.

This means: I heard you, seniors, please stop.

Yu Ziqing rubbed his head, left the cemetery, and told the hungry ghosts to pay attention so that no one would dig up their corpses.

As for the others, if someone comes to worship or something, whatever.

Yu Ziqing felt a pain in his head when he looked at it. Maybe he would not dare to dig up the bones of these people even if he came to an evil way?

Yu Ziqing didn't care about it in the follow-up, anyway, he listened to Yugui and worked hard on the new emperor's affairs. In the past few days, the big news was all related to celestial grass.

Lord Kuihou is quite good at rubbing the heat, and he found two actors to quarrel.

Anyway, slowly, more and more people know about it, and it is simplified into a piece of news under the false rumors.

Dozens of ninth-level powerhouses coveted the fairy grass, and died of retribution.

Omitting the time span in between is scary indeed.

Yu Ziqing didn't bother to care about it anymore, so he paid back the immortal mandala.

After all, over the past few decades, people have tirelessly killed him countless times, and even resisted the price of being reborn from a drop of blood, so he should do something.

Yu Ziqing sat in front of Juice and talked about the recent events, regardless of whether Juice knew about it or whether there was a special way between the grass jelly, it had to be said first.

These days, he has been able to clearly notice that the fruit juice, which has always been self-obsessed, is no different from an ordinary Shengchunhua, showing more and more miraculous places.

At least on the surface, it can be seen that this is definitely not an ordinary flower.

It is too difficult to raise a flower, and you have to change the concept of people in the world.

　I have something to go out today, I don’t want to ask for leave, so I got up three hours early to type.

　　Next time I'll just ask for leave and get up early to ruin the day.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)