The voice was so terrifying that it made the hair on Xu Qi 'an's back stand on end. He reflexively turned his head and looked at Sampo Lake.
The night watchman in charge of guarding the surroundings could not turn his head to watch the ceremony. Xu Qi 'an had already crossed the line.
He saw the Yuanjing Emperor, who kowtowed every three steps and slowly ascending the stage. He saw the civil and military officials, the princes and princesses watching the ceremony from the shore. He also saw Wei Yuan and his two adopted sons.
He saw the majestic temple, the imperial guards, and the eunuchs.
The moment he turned his head, the voice disappeared.
Was it an auditory hallucination?
I haven't looked for Fu Xiang for three days. My eyes aren't blurry.
Xu Qi 'an took a deep breath. He did not dare to look anymore. He turned his head and asked, "How much do you know about Sampo?"
Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng replied. There was no valuable information. It was nothing more than "the place where the founding emperor proved his Dao", "the Black Tortoise gifted the sword", "the place where the royal family worships their ancestors", and other information that Xu Qi 'an already knew.
"Save me, save me …"
The voice came again. It was like an evil spirit lying on your back and whispering in your ear.
Xu Qi 'an stiffened his neck. He turned his head inch by inch and saw the sacrificial ceremony again. The voice disappeared the moment he turned his head.
Invisible fear filled his heart. Goosebumps appeared all over his body.
The place where the founding emperor of Daibun proved his Dao was Sampo Lake. The place where the royal family worshipped their ancestors for many years. A horrifying cry for help came from … In the cold wind, Xu Qi 'an slowly shivered.
"Save me, save me …"
"Save me, save me …"
Xu Qi 'an's hair stood on end. The thought of running away and staying far away appeared in his heart. He forced himself to calm down. He no longer cared about his colleagues beside him. He took out the small jade mirror.
[Three: How much do you know about Sampo? Tell me immediately. This is very important.]
[Two: Oh, Number Three replied. Were you really at the site of the sacrificial ritual? At Sampo?]
Xu Qi'an ignored Number Two and waited for a few seconds before he saw Number Four's message.
[Four: Sampo is the place where the founding emperor of Daibun achieved enlightenment. After Daibun was founded, they chose Sampo as their capital. However, the legend of the Black Tortoise could not be verified, so its credibility was not high.
[But the divine sword does exist. In the temple on the high platform in the middle of the lake, the sword used by the founding emperor is enshrined.]
After Number Four finished speaking, the Jinlian Taoist priest added,
[Nine: That is a divine weapon that symbolizes Daibun's Luck.]
[Four: That is indeed the case. During the Battle of Shanhai Pass, the Yuanjing Emperor entered the temple and personally presented the Heavenly Weapon to the King of Zhenbei. The Battle of the Mountains and Seas was won not only because of Wei Yuan's commanding of troops, but also because of the King of Zhenbei's combat prowess.]
A godly sword is enshrined in the temple?
Is the sword asking me for help?
Let's not talk about whether the sword has self-awareness. Why is it asking me for help?
"Save me, save me …" The voice suddenly became mournful, as if it was dissatisfied with Xu Qi'an's indifference.
The cry for help reverberated in his ears and shook Xu Qi'an's spirit, causing him to feel slightly dizzy and his consciousness to become chaotic.
He took a deep breath and typed: [Three: Is there more? I want more comprehensive information. I want to know everything recorded in history, whether it is true or false.]
After sending the message, he looked back, trying to calm the whisper in his ears.
However, he did not succeed this time. He turned back, but the cry for help was still in his ears.
"Save me, save me!"
The veins on Xu Qi'an's forehead bulged. The voice was like a steel needle, piercing into his mind.
[Four: You evoked my memories. You reminded me of a record I saw when I was revising the history books.
[Sampo is now surrounded by the military camp of the capital's five guards. The security is tight, and no one is allowed to approach it without permission. Yes, no one.
[Because 500 years ago, the crown prince was on a boat in Sampo and accidentally fell into the lake. After being rescued by the guards, he fell seriously ill and became hysterical. Half a year later, he was found drowned in Sampo.
[The royal family believed that the crown prince had angered the heroic spirits of the ancestors and was punished. In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, they sealed Sampo and only opened it during the ancestral worship.]
[The crown prince fell into the lake and became hysterical … Did he hear the cry for help like me? Will I repeat the same mistake and be found drowned in Sampo?]
When he thought of this, Xu Qi'an felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his face turned pale.
There must be some secret in Sampo that would not anger the heroic spirits of the ancestors. However, the unlucky crown prince did not know about this. Otherwise, he would not have been on a boat in Sampo.
It was obvious that this secret was only known by the emperors of each generation.
However, why did the emperors who knew about the inside story not seal Sampo? Why did they only take action after the crown prince died?
Xu Qi'an, who was good at deduction, had many questions flashing in his mind.
[Six: Why did Number Three ask this?]
At that moment, Xu Qi'an did not have the energy to answer their questions. He trembled as he stuffed the pieces of the Earth Book back into his pocket. Then, he knelt on the ground powerlessly and held his head with a pained expression.
"Save me, save me …"
The cries for help entered his ears and reverberated. It made his brain turn into mush, as if a steel needle had been stabbed into his skull.
His head was splitting.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao noticed their colleague's abnormality and were shocked by Xu Qi'an's pale face.
"What's wrong with you? Can you hold on? You can't screw up now. If you interrupt or disturb His Majesty's ancestral worship, you will be sentenced to death. "Song Tingfeng was anxious.
Zhu Guangxiao moved closer to check on the situation.
…
At that moment, the Yuanjing Emperor had already ascended the high platform. The drums and music stopped and the Taichang Temple Chancellor knelt to read the prayers.
Emperor Yuan Jing personally burned the blessing and bowed to his ancestors three times and nine times.
The ancestral worship was only halfway through.
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze and looked at the Empress who was not far away. She was elegant and had a natural bearing.
As the birth mother of Princess Royal, the mother and daughter did not look alike. However, the Empress was still a devastatingly beautiful woman. Even now, she was still elegant and graceful.
One could imagine how stunning she was in the past.
However, with the passage of time, her youth had passed. She was no longer the young and innocent girl with delicate features.
She was still dressed in green like she was in the past.
Wei Yuan looked absent-minded.
As if she sensed something, the Empress turned around and the two looked at each other.
The Empress' gaze softened.
However, Wei Yuan retracted his gaze as if he had been electrocuted. He hurriedly bowed. All the emotions in his eyes settled, leaving only the vicissitudes of life.
"Godfather, the situation over there is not right," Yang Yan said in a low voice.
Wei Yuan followed his gaze and saw a gong kneeling on the ground. The two gongs beside him tilted their heads and said something to him.
Many masters had noticed the situation over at Xu Qi 'an's side.
However, there was no danger for the time being, so they did not ask. As long as there was no assassin, they had to wait for the end of the ancestral worship.
Including settling the score with the little gong after the fall.
Wei Yuan recognized the young man at a glance. He raised his chin and said, "Go and check the situation. Take him away."
He was protecting Xu Qi 'an.
…
"Save me, save me …"
He kept shouting like a ghost. Xu Qi 'an's spirit was torn. One moment, he felt like a criminal policeman living in a new era. The next moment, he felt like a native of the capital.
The throbbing pain in his brain became more and more intense. He was on the verge of collapse.
"My head hurts. Stop shouting. Stop shouting. Please stop shouting …" Xu Qi 'an covered his head. Sweat rolled down his face.
In fact, he was already sweating profusely.
The strange cry for help was aimed at his Primordial Spirit, not his physical body. However, the pain it brought was no less than physical torture.
In the strange cry for help, Xu Qi 'an finally broke down. He did not care about the Emperor's ancestral worship. He did not care about the strict rules. He did not care about everything.
When he was on the verge of death, everything was no longer important.
He clenched his fists and hammered the ground. He roared at the top of his voice.
"Shut up!"
In an instant, the weather changed.
On the high platform in the lake, the temple suddenly shook. Then, a golden sword energy exploded the eaves and rushed into the sky.
In this sword light, waves suddenly appeared in the lake. The waves surged layer by layer, and Sang Po seemed to come alive.
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