In the evening, Ziyue returned to her bamboo house, looking at the bright starlight, Muzi had an indescribable sentimentality, and Yang Yihan, who was far away in the magic capital, was also tossing and turning at the moment.

The sound of the piano and the strange boy still appeared in her mind, and it lasted for a long time.

However, Su Shi was busy.

In the early morning, the entire village gathered in front of the temple, both adults and children, dressed in the old costumes that had been left behind.

The village chief and the patriarch are in front, and then arranged layer by layer according to generation.

The heavy bell rang three times, and the soft pine branches were carefully laid out in the furnace.

As soon as noon passed, pine smoke curled and the unique rosin fragrance of pine branches permeated the entire village.

In the Jongmyon, there are the elders of the very high clans, the patriarchs, and the village heads.

Among the crowds with young faces, in the solemn temple, a young descendant was born before everyone.

The eyes of the people in the whole village looked at the man, seven points of respect, one point of surprise, and the other two points were all solemn.

Behind the adults, a group of children looked at the man with curious faces.

Dressed in a black robe, with red lace, it looks solemn, and the black robe has the word benevolence and righteousness written on the small seal.

Next to the red lace is an ancient moire, tiger, and dragon pattern.

The flame of the feathers of the Suzaku feathers was smeared on the center of the man's eyebrows.

The man's face was serious, his expression was solemn, and there was a sense of solemnity and mystery on his body. Ever since he stood in the Zongmiao in the Su family's sacrificial robe, he looked at the Zongmiao solemnly.

At three o'clock, the bell rang for a long time, and when I followed the bell, the bell seemed to be an antiquity, with the ornaments of ancient sages and various rare beasts.

The guy who was wrapped in the red turban looked like a wrestler dressed up in the thick of a bell wood holding that person, knocking on the bronze giant bell.

"Open the sect!" a long roar came from the mouth of the young man in the sacrificial robe.

The clan elders opened the horizontal wood, and many older people pushed the Zhumen together.

The pillars of the palace decorated with golden glaze, the vermilion ranks, all of which are written with the names of the ancestors of the Su family with Qin Xiao seals on them.

In this worship of the spiritual seat, there are fewer layers than the first, showing a pyramidal distribution, but above the top.

There was a vermilion platform, and there was a huge scroll, and next to the scroll, there was a vermilion pen and an ink pen, and a green jade dish with cinnabar on it, and green ink.

It just forms a Tai Chi, presenting Yin and Yang.

Under the spiritual seat, there is a huge ancient plane tree, dyed with vermilion lacquer, and there is an offering platform placed in yellow cloth.

Used to let future generations place tributes, there are bookshelves on the left side with a roll of bamboo slips, and at the end there is a black wooden box with pieces of wood grain on it, and inside are four blades of cold blades, carving knives.

The knife light above is deep and cold, and the end is amazing!

In the center of the main hall, a bronze giant tripod is there, with many lines that look extremely heavy.

The incense on it was flourishing, and the entire hall and the spiritual seat were spotless, and it could be seen that the guards were extremely attentive.

There are also small bronze incense burners on both sides of the spiritual seat and in front of it, and the mist of sandalwood is permeated.

The entire Jongmyo has a strong sense of history.

To the west of the spiritual throne there are statues, reliefs carved from strange wood, and bone carvings on the walls.

There are also small black seals used to narrate the merits of the ancestors of the Su family.

This calligraphy is dignified, and it is rare for a discerning person to see that handwriting, and it has been published in the realm of everyone.

"Three animals!"

As soon as the sacrificial words landed, someone brought the three animals.

"Soraku"

The mighty pre-Qin ancient music bloomed in this mountain village, and the young descendants dressed as Erlux also hit the bronze giant bell and played in concert with the pre-Qin ancient music.

As soon as this music sounded, all the people around saluted!

Sandalwood wrapped around everyone's body, and the person who looked like a sacrifice suddenly got up.

Walked towards the high platform, stood on the platform, saluted to the spiritual position, focused on the side, and whispered casually in his mouth, "The ancestors of the Su family, the children of the Su family, Su Shi, the seal of the Su clan, the sacrifice hall of the Su family, I am here to be famous, I hope the ancestors will forgive me." ”

With a flick of the long sleeves, the black sacrificial robe, and a pair of slender hands poked out.

Holding the black lacquer pen below very strongly, the black lacquer on the porcelain plate with gold silk and blue glaze of the Tai Chi Liangyi, the cinnabar was reversed nine times each.

Then with a serious expression, he opened the scroll made of silk, which was smooth and not an ordinary thing.

Write the word Su Shi with Qin Xiaoseal below the side on the left.

Subsequently, a seal was taken out in the black long sleeves, with dragon and tiger patterns on it, black and gold.

There are four characters of the Su clan seal below, and the black paint is covered with paint!

Cover under the word Sushi, and then retreat.

The rest of the clansmen in turn, in turn, stamped their own lineage.

Then, Su Shi stood up, stretched out his left hand, and poked out another bone mark, covering his own traces on the family tree.

Then go to the place of bamboo slips, take out a bamboo slip, and take down a piece of bamboo slip with a special technique!

The bamboo slip has the character of Su Zhengming, a disciple of the Su family, written in a small seal, and the corresponding piece of bamboo slip is taken from the right side.

The words Su Zhengming's wife were written on it, and then a carving knife was taken out from the black wooden box.

With the carving knife in hand, the whole person's body is a little more powerful out of thin air.

In an instant, the knife light flew, lifting pieces of butterfly flowers, and flying with bamboo chips.

On the bamboo slices, there is a list of Su's ancestors - Su Shi!

Then put the black bamboo slip on the other side, all made of black bamboo slips!

In the midst of this, the music never stops!

"Sacrifice to the ancestors, incense to the ancestors!"

I don't know when Su Shi, who was standing next to the spiritual seat, said in that magnetic voice!

Then, he took a bouquet of black incense with his own hands and lit it in the center of the upload, and then the elders each held a bouquet of sandalwood and put it next to him, complimenting the black incense.

Then, the old man of each family put on a bouquet of purple incense, and then the adult put on a bouquet of vermilion!

And then those children, with the support of the immature Su Shi, are on the outskirts!

After everyone finished the incense, Su Shi was full of momentum, and the mysterious, fierce, and majestic aura appeared behind Su Shi!

Many clansmen were stunned in their hearts, but they didn't expect that Su Shi had just assumed the position of sacrifice, and he had such a great momentum.

Then he glanced at the clan elder, and the clan elder instantly appeared in front of everyone, "The Su family is in trouble, the unfilial son Su Zhengming is disloyal to the Su family, not filial to the Su family, and does not love Su Zi!"

"This person, rude to the law, should abolish the Su family's registration!

"I, Su Shi, the seat of the Su family's sacrifice, the will of the ancestors, the intention of the burning clan!"

As he spoke, he put the two bamboo slips in his hand into the small bronze furnace that never stopped burning!

Those two pieces of bamboo slips, as soon as they arrived in the incinerator, rose green flames! This green flame was reflected in Su Shi's pupils!