Royal Mountain.

It is a high mountain that is some distance away from the Tsuchigomon house and seems to be in contact with the night sky.

The mountain is densely wooded and deserted, and there is only one mountain road leading to the top of the mountain, which is very spectacular as if guiding people to the sky.

At the top of the hill, all the trees here have been cut down, and even though the surrounding area is still surrounded by tall trees, it has become a square in the middle, which is not vast, but not narrow.

Right in the middle of the square, there is a stone platform.

There are bonfires that have not yet burned in the four corners of the platform, and there are four shrine-like torii gates in each direction, each with its own color.

The torii gate to the east is cyan.

The torii gate to the west is white.

The torii gate on the south side is red.

The torii gate to the north is black.

Four torii gates surround the platform, making the altar table sitting on the platform look particularly solemn and sacred.

If you look closely, you can see that on the sacrificial table, there are all kinds of sacrificial items used for worship.

There are plates painted red with white silk scrolls bound with silver threads.

There are pommel horses that look some age and are very old.

There are dolls made of paper.

There are bells tied with rope.

In addition, there are taiko drums and conch shells next to the table, as well as a folded toji.

This is the altar of the "Taishan Mansion Monarch Festival" that has been used by the Tugomon family for generations———— Temple of Heaven.

At this time, three people came here.

It is Luo Zhen, Natsume and Dalian Temple Suzuka.

The three of them stood in front of the platform, quietly looking at the Temple of Heaven in front of them, relatively speechless.

This situation has been maintained since the beginning.

It's been a while since the trio came here.

Because of this, some of the items needed for the ceremony can be prepared and the Temple of Heaven can be placed neatly.

And the person who prepared these was naturally Suzuka of Dalian Temple, who had originally planned to hold the "Taishan Mansion Jun Festival".

By manipulating the simple style, Suzuka of Dalian Temple completed the preparation as quickly as possible, and only then did it take shape to form the current scene.

“...... You ready. ”

Suzuka of Dalian Temple did not look at others, but only looked at the Temple of Heaven and spoke in a low voice.

"Rituals can be performed at any time now."

This sentence made a little nervous around.

"Really?" Luo Zhen nodded and said very simply: "Since that's the case, let's start." ”

Hearing this, Suzuka of Dalian Temple has not yet expressed her opinion, and Natsume finally couldn't help but speak out.

"Is this really possible?"

Natsume couldn't help but say to Luo Zhen.

"Even if it's just the 'Taishan Mansion Monarch Festival' that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Tuyumen family and not the imperial style, it's dangerous to hold this ceremony casually, isn't it?"

Natsume was worried about this.

Luo Zhen also knew that Natsume's worries were not superfluous.

In the Yin-Yang Dao, it is asserted that after a person dies, his soul will return to Mount Tai.

There is an underworld in Mount Tai, and there are gods who govern the soul.

The gods are called Taishan Fujun, who breaks the sun during the day and the yin at night, and is the human god who justly judges the two worlds of yin and yang.

It is said that Taishan Mansion is the most upright and greatest person in the world to serve as a god, and it changes every five hundred years.

The "Taishan Mansion Sacrifice Festival" is a sacrifice to a god-level spiritual being called Taishan Mansion Monarch, so as to connect with it and manipulate the soul, which is equivalent to a great ritual to ask the gods for assistance.

Of course, the modern pan-style does not recognize the existence of the soul, and rejects all religious overtones, and all spells and studies of the soul are regarded as taboo and not allowed to be touched.

Now, although the "Taishan Mansion Jun Sacrifice" that Luo Zhen is going to use is not an absolute taboo emperor-style soul spell, but a sacrificial ritual passed down from generation to generation by the Tuyumen family, after all, it is still a contact between the gods and human spirits, and it is really difficult to say whether he will be questioned or not.

It is precisely because of this that since the night light, the Tuyumen family has not held the ceremony of "Taishan Mansion Monarch Sacrifice", so that this Temple of Heaven has been sleeping here for almost half a century.

Now, Luo Zhen is preparing to resume this ritual, and Natsume naturally can't help but worry.

"Although the Yin and Yang Hall did not prohibit the Tuyumen family from performing the 'Taishan Mansion Jun Sacrifice' again, this time it was not a sacrifice at all, but a preparation to descend the spirit, is this really good?"

Natsume looked worried, and at first glance, he knew that he didn't approve of Luo Zhen doing this.

In this regard, Luo Zhen had expected this, and did not say anything, just glanced at Suzuka of Dalian Temple.

Dalian Temple Suzuka still didn't look at Luo Zhen, but as if sensing his gaze, he spoke in a low voice.

"You can always go back and that's okay."

Suzuka's tone was full of self-deprecation and masochism.

It seems that after realizing that he was defeated and calming down, Suzuka of Dalian Temple has comprehended his obsession and is now in a state of self-abandonment.

Luo Zhen just pouted.

"Don't worry, since I said it, I won't break my word."

Luo Zhen promised.

"Autumn view!"

Natsume couldn't hide her worries anymore.

For such Natsume, Luo Zhen smiled.

"Alright, Natsume, when have you ever seen me do something out of proportion?" Luo Zhen said: "I promise you, there will be no problem, you just believe me." ”

Luo Zhen gave Natsume another promise.

In such a situation, Natsume couldn't say anything more.

“...... You should know how to hold the "Taishan Mansion Festival", right? ”

In the end, Natsume could only say such words with a sigh.

"I know." Luo Zhen nodded and said, "After all, it is a ceremony that the Tuyumen family will hold for generations in the past, even if it is basically deserted now, I still got the ritual book from my father, so I can be regarded as writing it down." ”

Under the teaching of Tuyumen Taichun for many years, Luo Zhen basically inherited what the Tuyumen family should inherit.

Among them, it naturally also includes the ritual of the "Taishan Mansion Monarch Festival" that has been passed down from generation to generation.

"I'll start now."

Luo Zhen immediately made no longer delay, and after leaving such a sentence, he walked in the direction of the Temple of Heaven.

Seeing this, Natsume and Suzuka of Dalian Temple also held their breath.

Because, next, they will see the miracle of the Yin and Yang Dao that has been inherited for thousands of years.

Luo Zhen came to the Temple of Heaven and stood in front of the sacrificial table.

"Smack!"

The next moment, Luo Zhen suddenly closed his palm without any warning, making a crisp sound.

At this moment, mana power surged from Luo Zhen's body.

"Bang!"

Around the altar, a bonfire was suddenly lit, causing the flames to ignite.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Along with three explosions in a row, the remaining three bonfires also burned.

The bonfires around the altar lit up the surroundings, and even emitted a hazy light, enveloping the entire altar.

"Smack!"

Luo Zhen clapped his hands again and released his spell.

"Boom!"

This time, the taiko drum was suddenly beaten, and it was hit by a direct spell, and a heavy drum sound was heard.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

The drums beat one after the other, rhythmically beating.

During this time, Luo Zhen clasped his palms together again, causing the conch on the sacrificial table to also levitate, and it was blown under the encouragement of the mana.

"Woo————!"

The long sound of the snail resounded throughout the mountain, and even spread to the night sky and to the distant sky.

It was only then that Luo Zhen stretched out his hand, picked up the capital on the sacrificial table, and opened it.

Above, dense congratulatory messages appeared like sacrificial texts.