Chapter 674: Hard Work Should Be Rewarded

Huangji Palace.

The spacious Huangji Palace can accommodate hundreds of people standing at the same time. At this time, there are only dozens of people standing in front of the Golden Throne. Even if there are only dozens of people, these dozens of people can determine the future of the entire Xihua Kingdom.

King Su Haitao stood on the left, and on the right was the Great Priest from the Temple, the first person under the National Master of the Blood Sea True Sect.

There is another person above them.

That is Su Wanjun, who was standing next to the Golden Throne. She was once a saint. It can be said to be a magical thing.

After all, Su Wanjun was just a Yangshen Priest before. Although she was born in the royal family, she could only be regarded as a chess piece, a slightly more precious chess piece. Compared with some consumables, her preciousness is limited.

In the past, if she stood in front of Su Haitao or the Great Priest, she would even control her breathing rhythm and dare not be negligent at all.

Now, she actually stood in front of them in a dignified manner. Even the National Master who came after hearing the news can only be ranked below her.

However, to some extent, this is not a magical thing.

After all, Su Wanjun is a saint, a human body of a god. Without her existence, Xihua Kingdom would have ceased to exist long ago, and the Blood Sea True Sect would have been destroyed and become a vassal of the Corpse Mountain Holy Sect, and most of the disciples would have died.

However, can this be considered a victory?

Everyone dared not look at Su Ning, who was sitting on the golden throne in a dignified Ge You-like posture, because behind Su Ning, the Dharma body of the Corpse Mountain Blood Sea Guanyin Bodhisattva was suspended, and the divine brilliance spread out without any restrictions.

This is a god walking in the world!

However, is this god mainly the Blood Sea Guanyin or the Corpse Mountain Bodhisattva?

To be honest, Su Haitao and others were a little terrified about this, but they did not dare to question it, and even had to dedicate their beliefs, because all those who dared not to recognize this god were burned into nothingness by the divine fire.

Now, they are waiting.

Waiting for the only turning point, the national teacher from the temple.

The Grand Master was once a human body of a god, able to carry the Dharma body of a god. Now, he is holding a blessing ceremony in the hall of the temple, asking the gods to come. If the one behind Suning is not a real god, but an evil demon.

The Grand Master's blessing ceremony will definitely invite the real gods to come. If they cannot come, it means that the gods have abandoned them.

They can only live on their own.

"Boom!"

A thunderclap suddenly came from the sky above the capital.

No!

It was not a thunderclap, but a series of 36 thunderclaps that followed. The clouds and mist in the sky instantly rippled away.

The blue sky that was almost transparent was revealed.

Faintly, a passage was formed.

"Here it comes!"

Someone said in his heart.

In the streets and alleys of the capital, no matter what they were doing, at this time, everyone lowered their heads and knelt on the ground.

Some old people have experienced and seen this scene.

Most people have never seen it, but they have heard about it in the temple. That is, the gods will descend from the kingdom of the nine heavens to the human world, to the national teacher.

Could it be that the war of faith is over?

Our Xuehai Zhenzong has won the final victory?

Ordinary people have not received any news yet, so they are guessing in their hearts. However, no matter what, if the gods come to the world, everyone will benefit. Under the shining of the divine light, all diseases will be eliminated and life span will be increased.

Next, a sea of ​​blood should appear in the sky.

The whole sky will be submerged in the boundless sea of ​​blood, and the gods will emerge from the sea of ​​blood, bringing the golden boy and jade girl to the human world, descending on the national teacher, and praying for the lives of the entire capital.

Soaking in the sea of ​​blood, all diseases will be eliminated.

Many old people are familiar with this procedure. They look forward to it and are proud. In a short life, they can be exposed to the arrival of gods twice. How magnificent!

On the throne of the Golden Palace, Nie Wushuang is no longer lying.

He smiled and looked up at the sky.

The boundless sea of ​​blood that was supposed to appear in the sky did not appear at this time. Without the sea of ​​blood, there was no Goddess of Blood Sea.

Su Haitao and some people were naturally disappointed.

It was like a writer who was a failure in his previous life who waited for the short message on Friday but it didn't come. It was also like waiting for the intelligent push on the third day after 100,000 words, but it was useless. The short message was someone else's, and the so-called large volume was only a few dozen collections...

In that case, it was inevitable to be disappointed.

I wish I could cut them into pieces!

The passage could not be opened, and the blessing ceremony could not be held. People's disappointment would inevitably come with faith. For the national master of the hall, these things that were similar to the evil of gods that even the gods themselves could not bear could only be borne by him.

What virtue and ability did he have to bear it?

Although his body was that of a demigod, he could be considered immortal. If he was in the kingdom of the nine heavens, he still couldn't withstand the scouring of so many negative emotions. His body gradually collapsed, and the divinity escaped from his body.

He could do nothing.

He could only close his eyes and concentrate, visualize the gods, and slowly accept his own collapse.

However, when Nie Wushuang chuckled on the golden throne, the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood behind him, the Dharma body of Guanyin Bodhisattva, suddenly disappeared, and in an instant, appeared in the sky above the capital, turning into a huge statue thousands of feet high.

No sea of ​​blood!

No mountain of corpses!

But there are lotus flowers, which appear and disappear in the air. Under the falling sky, there is a strange fragrance that fills the sky above the city.

Ordinary people can see it when they look up.

"God!"

"Bodhisattva!"

Although this Bodhisattva did not appear from the sea of ​​blood, nor did he wear a bloody robe, but wore a white robe.

The feeling in the soul was not wrong. This was the god they believed in and worshipped for generations, but for some reason, he changed his appearance.

There was still divine light falling.

Everyone was bathed in the divine light. The panting old man became energetic, the limbs of the people with broken hands and feet were reborn, and the dying jumped up from the sickbed. Everyone benefited and changed.

This is the greatest belief!

Any god who requires believers to make selfless contributions and not beg for rewards is either a demon or a liar.

It has no ability, so it makes believers just give without asking for rewards.

If it can be a divine gift, how can it do this?

Right?

Yes, I'm talking about you.

Some things in Nie Wushuang's previous life...

Only when the gods bless the believers like now, and they get what they want, will they devote their faith and incense wholeheartedly.

Give and get rewards.

This is the truth of the world!

No matter which world you go to, no matter what form of world it is, it is the real world, not a fake utopia.

Nie Wushuang did this, and the national teacher's blessing ceremony.

He also won the hearts of the people of the entire capital, and all the faith and incense rushed to him, becoming the necessary firewood to ignite the divine fire.