"Please—Xie Shanyi!"
The high-pitched tone spread to all corners of the venue in an instant, and before the village chief could finish speaking, some people suddenly walked out of the crowd that was originally standing on both sides of the venue.These men had white hair, were dressed in formal clothes, and had a blue-gray handkerchief pinned to the placket of their clothes, and although their faces were old, their eyes were bright.These are the old people in charge of Xie Shanyi in Luoshan Village.I don't know if it's because of the long years of cooperation, or the tacit understanding brought by the long-term companionship, they found their place without the slightest hesitation, stood neatly in the middle of the white box and the crowd at an equal distance, and then walked towards the altar with a solemn face and the same rhythmic steps.They did not ascend to the altar, but only used the firewood pile as the dividing line, one on the left and one on the right, and each of them was less than half an arm's length apart, standing with their backs to Su Ziyi and the others.Looking from behind them, Su Ziyi noticed that their wide sleeves moved, as if they were pulling something out of it, and he narrowed his eyes, but because his vision was too dim, he couldn't see what it was.And just when the row of old people in front of him no longer moved, the villagers who were standing in the middle of the field like Su Ziyi moved."
Up!"
The village chief, who was standing on the high platform, shouted.With the voice of the village chief, the villagers standing in front of the table opened the fire fold in their hands, and then used their free hand to cover the wick of the candle that had been placed on the table, and brought the fire fold over.And Su Ziyi, who always paid attention to the movements of the people next door, was not slow to react, and lit the candles together, even faster than some villagers in the back row.In an instant, under the originally black banyan tree, little by little orange light dots lit up.From a distance, it looks like a firefly on a summer night."
Point!"
The village chief shouted again.This time, not only the villagers moved, but also the old people who were standing in front like wood.The villagers held three incense sticks and three incense sticks in their hands, and lit them with the flame of the candles, and they inserted the incense sticks in the incense burner, and then respectfully held the incense sticks in front of their heads with both hands, and the old people in front of them also lit the incense sticks they brought with the fire folds and raised them above their heads."
Respect!"
After saying this, the village chief quickly retreated to the side of the altar, but the old people standing under the altar moved, they either turned left or right, one left and one right just formed a pair of pairs, they went around the clearing, climbed the steps and walked towards the altar.In this process, Su Ziyi and the other villagers remained motionless underneath, bowing their heads slightly and holding the incense candles in their hands higher and reverently.At this time, the first pair of old men were already standing face to face on both sides of the altar, and they did not stop until they stood in front of the incense burner on the long table, and the pair of old men who followed them also stood at the edge of the stairs and the altar, and their hands holding incense were motionless and very upright."
Qi Yu of Luoshan Village-" "Wang Yue of Luoshan Village-" With their backs to the audience, the two old men standing on the stage suddenly spoke loudly, their voices carried the hoarseness that the old man should have, but his attitude was not ambiguous at all, with the greatest strength and humility they could use, word by word: "Respect-Xie Shan-Yi!"
”After saying this, they didn't have any procrastination in their movements, and bowed down to the blank tablet in a flowing manner, and Su Ziyi and others who were standing under the altar also bowed down to worship according to their rhythm, until three times later, the two old men on the stage inserted the incense in their hands into the incense burner, and then turned sideways without looking back, in the direction they came, the two of them staggered and walked towards the altar.As soon as they left the altar, the two old men who had just been waiting at the mouth came up and repeated the work of worship with the same movements as the two old men before.One by one, during the worship of these old people, everyone else in the audience was extremely quiet, and everyone standing at the table honestly repeated the bowing action over and over again.Su Ziyi paid attention to it in his heart and found that he bowed down a total of thirty times, which means that there were twenty old men, and they worshiped ten times.And when the last pair of old men inserted the incense in their hands into the incense burner, Su Ziyi and the others could finally insert the incense in their hands into the incense burner on the table.At this time, a quarter of the original intact incense sticks had already been burned, and only half of the incense candles in the incense burner were left, and the candles on the table had melted a lump of wax at the bottom.By this time, the whole festival was not over.After leaving the altar, the twenty old men did not return to the crowd, but did not know where to get their masks, and one by one they stood under the altar again with wooden masks of different styles.Only this time they did not stand around the pyre, but around the altar, facing the crowd and spreading out into a circle.At this time, the villagers around Su Ziyi moved, Su Ziyi was a little suspicious, but he didn't show it, just looked in the direction of Bian Qing, and then after seeing the other party nodding at him, he let go of his shoulders that had been tense, walked quickly towards Bian Qing and the others, and joined the crowd standing on the sidelines with other villagers."
Well done."
As soon as Su Ziyi came over, Bian Qing leaned into his ear and lowered his voice to a very low voice, Su Yulang also raised his head and looked at his father with a touched face, and the ironing from the two made Su Ziyi smile unconsciously.By the time all the villagers had dispersed, the village chief was no longer standing on the altar.Like the old people, he walked to the firewood pile with a wooden mask on his face and a torch in his hand, and then straightened his waist and sang a mysterious ballad composed by mysterious words in front of everyone: "se-yo-yo-yo-yo-yi-na......" is different from the high-pitched voice when he presided over the festival on the altar before, the village chief's voice at this time changed back to his original voice, the voice is neither high nor low, slightly hoarse, and the pronunciation of the words makes the syllables sound a little vague, but the unique rhythm, But it infected everyone.All the people present were silent, holding the things in their hands, looking intently at the village chief, listening to the story he sang in song.When the last syllable was sung, the village chief threw the torch in his hand under the firewood, and in an instant, the firewood was lit with a raging flame, and Su Ziyi realized that the firewood was probably sprinkled with fuel or other things by the villagers before.But in the blink of an eye, the flames flew to the height of more than a person, and the brilliant fiery red illuminated the entire altar.At this time, the chief of the village leaned down and picked up another torch at his feet, and lit it with the help of the fire in the pyre, and then walked sideways around the circle of the old people, and began to chant again the ballad that he had just sung once, and this time, he was not singing alone, but the twenty old people around the altar also sang in unison, their voices had their own characteristics, but they all suppressed their voices, and they became in harmony.At the moment when the village chief's feet began to move, the crowd that had been standing quietly on both sides of the venue also began to surge.Some adults with torches in their hands, children with paper money and paper knick-knacks in their hands, one followed one by one in the direction of the village chief, and the villagers on both sides followed neatly behind the village chief, and some villagers who were familiar with the tune of the song also began to sing after entering the range of the altar, and then brought the people around them to chant together.And under their infection, Bian Qing opened his mouth, and the unique crispness of youth made this mysterious ballad sound no longer so far away, under the leadership of Bian Qing, Su Yulang also began to sing along, he sang stumblingly, but he was very serious.Their serious attitude also made Su Ziyi's heart sink down, he opened his mouth openly, and moved his lips in imitation of the syllables he heard.The village chief had already led the team to the other side of the altar, and it was only at this time that Su Ziyi discovered that on the other side of the altar, there was also a pile of firewood in front of the altar.The village chief also lit the firewood, but this time did not pick up any more torches, and continued to circle in a relaxed manner, and the villagers would let the children of the family throw their offerings into the fire as they passed by the fire.In this way, the village chief led the way, singing the ballad as he went, while the villagers in the back followed the rhythm and circled around the altar, repeating the short ballad over and over again.And Su Ziyi, as a cultivator, has a better memory than the people on the side, so when the ballad is repeated for the third time, he has already completely memorized it, and can sing it completely like Bian Qing.There are no more or no fewer villagers in Luoshan Village, but there are more than 200 people, more than 200 people are divided into two teams, and follow the village chief in front of them to circle around the altar, which will inevitably make the people who walk behind only surround the circle, and the circle of people walking inside is getting smaller and smaller.They walked and sang until the two flames were already outside their circle, and the villagers who were at the front were already standing on the altar.The altar is also relatively blessed, so the distance between people still makes people feel more comfortable.Standing on Su Ziyi's left hand side was Su Yulang, the kid who was sandwiched between him and Bian Qing.The position where the three of them stood was okay, counting out from the altar in the fourth circle, which allowed them not to stand stupidly in front of the twenty old men directly, and they could see clearly what the village chief was doing as soon as they looked up.At this time, the village chief climbed the altar alone, and the ballad in his mouth did not stop, and under his leadership, the people below also kept singing.He stood in the center of the altar, the mask on his face clearly illuminated by the flames in the iron pot, it was a half-face, covering only the upper half of the village chief's face.The mask was painted red, with black and cyan eyebrows and eyes painted on it, but strangely enough, the person who made the scene actually used white paint to draw three falling teardrops under the mask's eyes.The village chief's voice became louder and louder, he spread his arms, no longer suppressed his voice, and sang with an open voice, and the villagers followed his actions, and their voices became louder and louder, and the strange ballad instantly resounded in the night sky of Luoshan Village.Su Ziyi didn't know how many times he had sung this ballad with others.All he knew was that the more the song was repeated, the more excited the faces of the surrounding villagers became, and some of the frail ones even had a flush on their faces, but none of the others noticed it, and they couldn't wait—as if they wanted to burn all the blood in their bodies to sing this ancient tune."
AhhSu Ziyi raised his eyes and found that the village chief who sang this high-pitched tone had already stood on tiptoe, the green tendons on his neck were exposed because he was too hard, and a shriveled mouth was open, like a bottomless black hole to let out a roaring tune.And with the rise of the village chief's tune, the voices of the villagers began to weaken, a little lower until they stopped completely, and then the old people's singing, their chanting also lowered a little bit.In the end, only the voice of the village chief was left in the whole space, and he no longer sang the ballad, but pressed a long "ah" sound from the high to the low tone.- until the voice can no longer be heard by others.The village chief, who had closed his mouth, was silent for a long time before turning around and walking to the incense burner under the gaze of all the villagers.At this time, the incense sticks in the incense burner had all burned to ashes, and the village chief did not light a new incense stick, but picked up a porcelain bowl placed next to the incense burner and poured the contents of the bowl straight into the incense burner.- That's blood.Su Ziyi's eyes narrowed, and he saw the red liquid clearly.At this time, Su Yulang, who was standing next to him, suddenly tugged at his robe, he looked down and found that Su Yulang showed a smile at him, then turned his head, leaned slightly over, closed his eyes, and folded his hands in the direction of the altar.Su Ziyi's eyes swept around, and found that the other villagers also made the same movements as Su Yulang.Su Ziyi no longer hesitated, learned from Su Yulang with his palms together, lowered his head slightly in the direction of the altar, and closed his eyes.Without any sound interference, Su Ziyi could only hear the "crackling" sound of the flame burning the firewood, which made him a little confused, what is this for?
But there was silence all around, no one spoke, no one moved, and Su Yulang didn't pull his clothes like before, so he could only calm down and continue to maintain this action.I don't know how long it took, Su Ziyi suddenly heard a very soft "squeezing" sound in his ears, which seemed to be the sound of the flow of a stream that had been suppressed countless times, and it was like the sound of dust rolling in the air.Although the voice is dense, it will not annoy people, and even make people feel a sense of awe of life for no reason.Then, before Su Ziyi had other thoughts, a warm breath from all directions instantly enveloped his whole body, this breath was both gentle and domineering, and instantly invaded Su Ziyi's muscles and veins, but it would not cause any damage to the muscles and veins, only making people feel that their whole body was immediately relaxed.- This is spiritual power!
- Incomparably pure spiritual power!
Su Ziyi, who was wrapped in this breath, recognized the other party's origin almost immediately, and he seized the opportunity to immediately start the cultivation method, so that these auras that had not yet had time to escape from the veins would circulate in his body according to his thoughts.Although this spiritual power is pure, it is not in large quantities, but it is enough for Su Ziyi to take advantage of this shareholder wind to break through the shackles of the fifth layer of qi refining in one fell swoop - enter the sixth layer of qi refining!