There were certain rules for the sacrifice of the Outer Dao.
The so-called Lady Snake Heart had used the power of Tu Hui to bewitch the old dragon, which also meant that the target of the sacrifice was the old dragon.
Tu Hui's Outer Dao descent was naturally to collect the old dragon as a sacrifice.
But now, Miao Kong had dispelled the bewitching power on the old dragon's body, so naturally, he had also dispelled Tu Hui's Outer Dao mark.
And before this, the Outer Dao of Dusty had already descended.
Originally, due to the sacrificial rules, the target of the Ashen Outer Path was only the old dragon himself.
But now, the target was gone.
This also meant that the sacrificial rules could no longer restrict the Outer Dao of Ashen.
In this way, the old dragon was safe, but the countless people in Hangzhou City became the target of the evil cult.
After all, compared to a dragon, the number of living people was ten thousand times more attractive to the Gray Outer Dao.
This was also why the old dragon said that Miao Kong should not have saved him.
As the Dragon God of Hangzhou, the old dragon had already thought of sacrificing himself after discovering that he had been marked by the gray Outer Dao.
After all, if he didn't offer sacrifices, the people of Hangzhou would be the ones to suffer.
To the old dragon, Miao Kong's good intentions had gone to waste.
"No room for discussion?"
Miao Kong asked with a dry mouth.
"Venerable One, have you ever seen a thief who enters a treasure mountain but leaves empty-handed?”
The old dragon asked in a hoarse voice.
"Phew…"
Miao Kong let out a breath of turbid air and sat cross-legged on top of the old dragon's head. He released his supernatural power without any restraint and absorbed the Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth, trying his best to recover his magical power.
No matter what he said, it was useless. He had to prepare to risk his life!
"Rumble! Boom!"
Grayish-white, translucent thunderbolts descended from the sky and bombarded the ground, burning a large area of scorching black ash. Everything touched by the grayish-white thunderbolts was the same.
This gray lightning was the manifestation of the power of the Outer Dao. Everything turned into ashes and everything turned into nothingness, which was the Great Freedom.
"Dragon King, can we stop them if we risk our lives?”
Miao Kong looked up at Tu Hui and slowly adjusted his breathing.
The old dragon was silent for a moment before he said resolutely,"Even if we can't block it, we have to block it!"
"World Venerable Ksitigarbha! Formless Boundless…Oh!"
Just as the Ksitigarbha amulet started, Miao Kong groaned and his mana trembled.
He was stopped!
The entire Hangzhou City had become a sacrificial altar for the heretics!
This was a domain! A Blood Sacrifice Domain!
The kind that formed a world of its own!
Something was wrong!
Miao Kong frowned. With the fate of the Ksitigarbha amulet, the Outer Dao should not be able to stop him!
Unless…the Great Freedom Sky!
The purpose of the Outer Dao sacrifice was to please the Great Freedom Heaven!
Only the Great Freedom Sky had the ability to stop the Ksitigarbha's protective spell!
Marou Shura, also known as God Shiva, was watching this place!
Damn it!
Had the Great Sky of Freedom gone mad? Was he going to rebel against Buddhism?
"Don't waste your energy!"
In the grayish-white sky, accompanied by the sound of thunder, a mighty voice sounded.
"When Tu Hui descends, he must bring the blood sacrifice with him!”
"Since you're a Buddhist disciple, I'll give you two choices!”
"Aren't you afraid of the wrath of Buddha Vajra?" Miao Kong frowned and raised his voice.!”
"A living person's blood sacrifice is not tolerated by the heavens! Buddha won't tolerate it!"
Tu Hui turned a deaf ear to Miao Kong's words and continued,""Two choices!"
"First, sacrifice 100,000 living people, and the outer path will naturally dissipate. It will also bless the entire Hangzhou City with a hundred years of good weather and good harvest!”
As soon as he said this, Miao Kong was terrified and the old dragon's body trembled.
In Hangzhou, the people who were originally frightened had a different idea.
This was especially true for the leaders of the great clans.
A hundred years of good weather was a great benefit.
100,000 people…Hangzhou City could afford that!
Thinking of the temptation and benefits of a hundred years of good weather, some people already had crooked thoughts!
"How dare you!"
Miao Kong was furious. These were words that could kill one's heart!
Tu Hui grasped the darkness and luck in the depths of the human heart!
It's just 100,000 people. It might not be my turn. After the sacrifice, the weather will be good for a hundred years!
This was what the people of Hangzhou thought!
Everyone had the mentality of getting lucky!
"So, you're refusing? No, you don't have the right to make decisions for the people of Hangzhou!”
Tu Hui answered his own question.
All of a sudden, grayish-white lightning struck the sky again. It landed at the city gate of Hangzhou City and turned into an altar of ashes.
"Hangzhou citizens! I'll give you fifteen minutes to consider! After 15 minutes, state your choice on the altar!”
After Tu Hui finished speaking, there was no more sound. Even more terrifying lightning began to brew in the grayish-white sky!
Miao Kong was silent. He gritted his teeth and stomped on the old dragon's head.
"Dragon King! Let's go down!"
"Someone will definitely be tempted! But we can't let the Outer Path succeed!"
"A small group of nobles can't represent the people of Hangzhou!”
"Go to the altar!"
The old dragon nodded, and his huge body descended from the sky. He coiled around the altar and lowered his head to let Miao Kong relieve himself.
Miao Kong walked down from the dragon's head, and his expression returned to its normal state. He put his palms together and looked at the city gate.
Soon, a group of people came out.
The leaders were three middle-aged men in embroidered clothes.
"Greetings, Venerable One, from the Zhang, Qin, and Chen families of Hangzhou.”
The three middle-aged men bowed to Miao Kong.
Miao Kong could not care less about the formalities and said in a clear voice,""Everyone! The words of outsiders could not be trusted! At that time, it would be too late to regret!”
The three Patriarchs looked at each other. The Chen Clan Master stepped forward and said in a low voice,"Venerable One, it's not that we're using our compatriots as leverage, but a hundred years of good weather is too beneficial to the farmers!”
"Sacrificing one's life in exchange for a sufficient supply of food and clothing for the younger generation is not a loss to many people. Moreover, a dignified Godfiend would probably not deceive mortals.”
"But that's 100,000 people!"
Miao Kong took two steps forward, his eyes filled with anger.
"There are more than 500,000 households in Hangzhou City. Each household has at least five people.”
The Qin Clan Head spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it made Miao Kong shudder.
Because he realized that this was not the decision of the three families, but the people of Hangzhou really thought so!
It was just a cheap life. One out of five families would be taken in exchange for a hundred years of stability for their descendants. In the eyes of the farmers, this debt was not a loss!
The greyish heretic didn't care if he was an old man or a middle-aged man. He only wanted 100,000 people!
"You can't do this!"
Miao Kong realized in despair that he had no reason to convince the people of Hangzhou because he knew that Tu Hui would keep his promise!
This was an obvious deal!
A deal that would bring disaster for countless years! After this, there would be a next time!
As long as human lives were sacrificed, there would be good weather! For commoners, were there any fewer people who starved to death or died of exhaustion every year?
"This is the decision of the people of Hangzhou."
The Zhang Family Head's words made Miao Kong dejected.
Just as Tu Hui had said, Miao Kong was not qualified to make decisions for the people of Hangzhou.
"Boom!"
The sky rumbled once again. The voice of the Outer Dao, Tu Hui, sounded. This time, it was filled with mockery.
"Fifteen minutes is up. It seems that you have an answer. However, why don't you listen to the second option?”
Miao Kong felt a sense of foreboding, and all the people in the city were subconsciously listening.
Tu Hui's voice continued to ring out, and the teasing tone became stronger and stronger.
" The second option is very simple. You can paint the city grey and bless Hangzhou with good weather for 300 years. The price is…"
"Sacrifice the little monk in front of you! I only want him!"
For a moment, countless gazes turned to Miao Kong.
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