Chapter 117: Sacrifice (2)
The outside of the Holy Maiden's house was full of people, crowded and chaotic. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
Although the guards sent by the Governor kept order, there were so many people that the whole scene was noisy, and people were looking in, hoping to see more clearly.
Such public rituals have not been held for decades.
Because the former saint was deeply blessed, she died at the age of nearly eighty, and when the former saint took over the position of the saint, the old saint was still listening to the government, and after the old saint died, it was not yet ten years old, and the former saint also followed.
Therefore, such a ceremony is the first of its kind in the eyes of the younger generation.
Everyone was curious about how their sacrificial rituals were going to be carried out.
As curious as they were, there was Chu Qiao.
She put on her mother's clothes, wore silver ornaments on her head, sat at the sacrificial table, and watched Elder Qi and the other elders discussing where it was auspicious and which time was inauspicious, as if she was a non-existent person, and she only needed to watch the play on the side.
"Aren't you bored, Holy Maiden?"
Ah Zhu stood aside and lowered his body slightly and asked Chu Qiao.
"It's boring, but I have to preside over the festival today, or I'll have slipped away. ā
Chu Qiao tried his best to keep his voice low and not attract the attention of others.
"Hey, where's the old man?"
"Elder Hua, he went out early in the morning and came back not long ago. It should be at Miss Xia Qing's place now. ā
"You're back......"
Chu Qiao squinted his eyes and nodded, looking at Elder Qi's white beard that couldn't grow any longer, he also felt pleasing to the eye.
The sacrificial table was ready, and as soon as the auspicious time came, she began to shout, and if she spoke a little more, she should be able to slip away.
At the door was a group of curious civilians eager to rush in, and inside was a bunch of waitresses standing at the sacrificial table.
At this very lively moment, the courtyard that should be quiet at this time is also very lively.
"Qu Ziyan, you invited me from so far away, and you didn't even let me drink a sip of tea, so you dragged me to be a coolie?"
In the empty corridor, a male voice was exceptionally clear.
"Feng Jiuyin, I let you come here because you saved me last time and don't want to owe you a favor. ā
Another lazy male voice also sounded, it was Qu Ziyan.
"The guy you're looking for seems to be hiding right here. ā
Around the corner, two men walked slowly.
Qu Ziyan did not wear his eye-catching red robe today, but changed into an ink robe, Feng Jiuyin next to him was also wearing an ink robe at this time, the two were of similar height, except that Qu Ziyan was thinner, and looked like twins from a distance.
"Here?"
Feng Jiuyin stopped.
A hint of surprise flashed in his gray eyes, and he quickly suppressed it.
"No box me?"
"Am I joking?"
"If Mochen tells me today, I still believe a little bit, it's your words, to be honest, I really don't dare to believe it. ā
Feng Jiuyin found a pillar to lean onto, "She is just a woman who has no power to restrain the chicken, how can she pass through the void forest." How could she know the people of Miao Jiang, as far as I know, outsiders can't enter this place. She..... There's no way to blend in. ā
"Believe it or not. ā
Qu Ziyan took a step forward and no longer waited for Feng Jiuyin.
"But I warn you to keep up with me now, the little thing hasn't woken up yet. ā
"Hey..... Seriously, how did she get in? ā
Feng Jiuyin hurriedly followed Qu Ziyan, this place is very big, if he loses him, there may not be a way to get out.
"I'll tell you if you believe the little thing. ā
"You profiteer......."
Not far from the two of them, a figure flashed and disappeared.
"How?"
Qu Ziyan sat not far from the bed, drinking tea.
Sitting opposite him was Mo Chen, who was also drinking tea and not saying a word.
"The internal force in her own body is too strong, the conflict is too strong, and her body is weak, she was forced to open the meridians to pass through an internal force before, and now there are at least three qi in her body rushing around. Not dying is really her life. ā
Feng Jiuyin withdrew his hand and looked at the old man who had been standing beside him and staring at him.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're a Hana-senpai, right?"
He bowed respectfully, "Junior, I'll meet Senior Hua first." ā
The old man frowned a little embarrassed.
This man who calls himself a junior is the notorious desert ghost doctor who gives money to people outside for medical treatment, he has always been a shame in their medical community, and no one who does what they do will befriend him.
But this man is a real genius, just by calling the pulse, he told Xia Qing's crux, although I don't know if he has the ability to cure it, but the bad guy said the crux of the problem that he has not been able to find, this alone is enough for him to be ashamed.
"The afterlife is terrifying, I can't stand your worship. ā
Old Man Hua helped Feng Jiuyin up without a trace, "Whether Xia Qing can wake up or not depends on you." I'm old and useless. ā
Although I don't want to admit it, this man is really powerful.
"You're humble, I'm just lucky enough to save someone in a similar situation to her a few years ago, so I can say it. ā
Feng Jiuyin's gray eyes had a smile in them, "I wonder if you have any medicine to invigorate blood and remove blood stasis now?"
"Yes, what is this ......?"
"Qu Ziyan, I woke Xia Qing up, what you just said, you can do it. ā
"Naturally. ā
Qu Ziyan put down the teacup, "Didn't I call you here just to wake Xia Qing up?" ā
"Okay. ā
Feng Jiuyin rolled up his sleeves, revealing two healthy wheat-colored forearms.
"It's troublesome to take the medicine from the seniors. ā
"It's not a hassle. ā
Old Man Hua put down the medicine box he was carrying and took out a few black pills.
"I'm used to grinding them into powder and wrapping them in medicine bowls, which is more convenient. ā
He handed the pill to Feng Jiuyin.
"Qu Ziyan, Brother Mo, I need the two of you to help. ā
Feng Jiuyin turned the pills, "I'll help Xia Qing up later, and then pass on some internal force to me." ā
Qu Ziyan twitched the corner of his mouth, and Mochen, who had not spoken, had no expression, just nodded.
"It's as simple as that?"
Old man Hua looked at Feng Jiuyin's confident appearance, his face full of surprise.
"It's as simple as that. ā
Feng Jiuyin beckoned to Qu Ziyan, "Let's start." ā
"Chu Chu Ci, his words are thorny. Since the past, I have been a good artist. I'm with that, I'm winged.
I have a profit, and I am billion. Think of wine and food, in order to enjoy worship. To take it right, to introduce Jingfu.
Jiji staggered, the cattle and sheep were staggered, and they tasted in the past. Or peel or Heng, or wanton or will.
Sacrifice to Yu, worship Kong Ming. The ancestor is the emperor, and the god is the feast. Filial piety and grandson are celebrated, and the blessing is repaid, and the longevity is boundless. ā
Chu Qiao stood in front of the sacrificial table, opening his arms and reciting the sacrificial text in his mouth.
The breeze picked up the silver ornaments on her head and made a tinkling sound.
She was bathed in sunlight and her whole being radiated with light.
Elder Qi was very satisfied with Chu Qiao's performance today, obediently waited for the opening, obediently presided over the ceremony, and obediently bowed.
This is good, this is this,
It's like a puppet.
He smiled and admired this little saint who he had watched grow up since he was a child, if he had always been so well-behaved, then he wouldn't have to suffer so much.
In the corner, Ah Yu looked at the creepy smile on Elder Qi's lips and fell into deep thought.
"The music is played, and the queen is soothed. Er cuisine will be, don't complain about it. Both drunk and full, small and big.
God loves to eat and drink, so that the king of longevity test. When Kong Hui Kong, he did his best. Children and grandchildren, do not take them for granted. The deceased, the female Chu Qiao respects. ā
Chu Qiao folded his arms and looked at the white candle on the sacrificial table, and there was a moment of swaying.
"Holy Maiden..... Saint.... It's time to come down!"
Ah Zhu reminded in a whisper on the side.
Chu Qiao came back to his senses at this time, and after bowing three times and nine times to the sacrificial table, he slowly left.
"What a graceful manner, the Holy Maiden. ā
Chu Qiao was just about to sit down when she heard Elder Qi praising her on the side.
"Then thank the elders for the compliment, isn't that what I should do. ā
She sat down and looked directly at Elder Qi's old face and those shrewd eyes.
"I just didn't know that I would be so low-key that I would be worried about the killer. ā
"It was the old man who taught the guards not strictly, and you were frightened by the saint. It's the old man's, isn't it. ā
Elder Qi stroked his beard, "But the Holy Maiden Ji people have their own natural appearance, and if they don't die in a catastrophe, they will have a blessing." ā
"Yes, it would be my greatest blessing to be able to find out with my own hands who did it, and then kill him with my own hands. Isn't that right, Elder Qi?"
"Yes, the saint said. ā
"Elder Qi, it's your turn to congratulate you. ā
A small servant beside Elder Qi shouted.
"The Holy Maiden, shall I go first?"
"Go ahead. ā
Chu Qiao waved his hand, holding his head and looking lazily at the women who were dancing the sacrificial dance outside.
Elder Qi's back disappeared in the dancing crowd, and gradually became invisible.
One day, I'll send you where you're supposed to be.
Chu Qiao's eyes were stained with ruthlessness.