The festival ceremony is being carried out in an orderly manner, and the bloody battles on the periphery have not spread all over this Miao village in the deep mountains, and everything here is filled with a festive atmosphere.

The guests and hosts arrived, and the only foreigners who were fortunate to watch the ceremony this year were Han Qingxin and three others.

On the altar, the three high priests and the three priests of the two clans of Hei Miao have arrived, and under the stage are a huge number of people who participate in the festival ceremony.

Han Qingxin and Shichima stood at the front of the crowd, and the position of the altar was not something that anyone could climb. The position opposite them stood three thousand, and the front position on the left side of the altar was the junior of the Ram family, and on the right was the team of the Zongzheng family.

The annual festival follows a strict timetable, and the festival is a thousand-year-old rule.

At the ceremony, only the ram side lacked three priests, which aroused the suspicion of everyone in the audience, in fact, everyone knew about the recent Miao Village, two priests died inexplicably, but at least the Yang Ze priest of the ram family should still be alive.

"Old Ram, why didn't Priest Yang Ze attend today?" Among this group of people, only Zong Zheng Qingrong is qualified to call him that, and only Zong Zheng Qingrong dares to ask.

The ceremony is an extremely important event in the hearts of every Miao people, unless the body has reached the point where they can't move, no one will be absent, which is a kind of awe for the ancestors.

Ram and Yu couldn't see anger on their old faces, and responded flatly, "Yang Ze died of a violent illness last night." ”

The news of the priest's death spread like a plague among the Miao people under the altar, and on the day of the sacrifice of the dead, the living left, let alone a priest in the clan.

Standing on the altar are people who are well aware of the big picture, they are used to seeing life and death, this is not the time to explore the truth about the death of a priest, the established ritual process must be completed.

Even the three high priests could not participate in the high-level dialogue, and all they could do at this moment was to remain silent and wait for the decision between the two clan witches.

"Well, let's talk about it later, the time for the memorial service is almost coming." Zong Zheng Qingrong overshadowed it lightly, and his demeanor was as dignified and majestic as before.

The two clan witches waved their hands to the audience at the same time, silently stopping the commotion in the crowd. The audience was silent and silent.

"Even Yang Ze is dead!" Qijian reminded Han Qingxin in a deep whisper, and looked at where the priests of the Zongzheng Qingrong family were standing. He was alluding to the fact that the balance of the situation within the Black Seedling Room had changed, with one side having all the men and horses, and the other side losing both his left and right arms.

Han Qingxin remained dull and did not make any response, although the old men on the stage were old, their ears were very sensitive.

"That's right. Qijian, have you seen Zhu Beichen's kid? The surrounding black seedling crowd was silent, and she didn't dare to make too much noise, so she had to ask in a low voice.

Shichima pointed to the opposite side of the altar with his gaze, "That little woman is very popular, isn't this sticking to the granddaughter of the old man Hongliang's family." ”

Zhu Beichen was standing with Er Lei, paying attention to the progress of the ceremony. He was dressed in the costume of the Black Miao Festival, mixed in with a bunch of Miao people, and his appearance was quite funny and comfortable.

"Hmph, you look weird." Han Qingxin looked at it for a long time before she recognized the man next to Erlei, and Zhu Beichen's Miao-style clothes immediately gave people a feeling of being on the right side when he stood next to Erlei. She turned her head away and stopped looking that way, but in her heart she had a temper, if she hadn't taken care of the occasion, something might have happened.

At that time, the five lines are on fire. The festival officially began.

The altar is arranged in a northeast-southwest orientation, and the three high priests step under the altar, leaving only two clan witches on the stage.

There is a bluestone walkway in front of the altar extending to the northeast, and the crowd avoids to the aisle, and a group of black Miao girls in full costume slowly walk from the end of the aisle with their hands with sacrificial offerings and food.

The offerings used in the sacrifice are 9 wolf leaves, 9 green vegetable leaves, and 9 carp, and the sacrificial ox is placed in the center. The number of nine represents the nine tribal ancestors who moved to southern Yunnan that year, and the number of offerings used in the sacrifice is of profound significance.

The Miao girls who participated in the sacrifice wore different costumes from ordinary girls, and their "bird clothes" were actually a kind of long skirts, which were dragged on the floor up to three meters long, and looked solemn along the way.

The offerings were placed in accordance with the ancient ritual of placing the leaves of the medlar tree first, then the green leaves, and finally the carnivorous carp for the offering. Nine earthen bowls are placed in front of the sacrificial table, each filled with sweet and spicy wine. In this way, the pre-sacrifice offering arrangement visit is completed.

"Your etiquette is quite complicated, but those hostesses are quite beautiful." Tens of thousands of people under the altar were silent, but Zhu Beichen couldn't stand this atmosphere, and he suddenly regretted in his heart, he shouldn't have come to join in the fun.

"Don't talk nonsense, this moment is very sacred, if you want it to annoy the people, the cow on the sacrificial table will be your end." Er Lei's expression was very serious, without the slightest resentment, and the beliefs of everyone present were the same.

Zhu Beichen glanced at the bull's head on the altar, touched his neck again, and suddenly didn't dare to speak more.

In fact, from the perspective of diligence and thrift, the sacrificial activities of Miao Di are not extravagant, and the food used should be particularly simple and natural, symbolizing the cherished use of natural resources by the ancestors of Heimiao.

"Old Ram, you start first." Zong Zhengqing bowed humbly, she had never stolen the limelight from this old man for many years.

"This year, the Great Witch is not going to be present in person?" Ram and Cozy asked tentatively, a pair of eyes shrewd.

In the past, the annual festival ceremony was performed by the contemporary patriarch who first took the stage to give a speech, and then appointed a high priest or clan witch to preside over the sacrifice and worship of the Miao people of the whole clan. But since Tong Jia Muqiu's death, this process has always been handled by Ram and Yu, and he has asked the same sentence every year.

"Perhaps, next year." Zong Zheng Qingrong retracted his gaze and went down to the bottom of the altar.

Then the ram and the cowardly repeated the words of ten years, announcing the opening of the annual festival of the black seedlings.

Four large braziers are placed around the altar, and the first is to use a fire sickle to make fire and light the sacred fire in all directions.

Then an earth-shattering iron cannon rang out behind the crowd, and the trumpets also rang out in unison at this moment.

The ram and the cocoon himself stood in the center of the altar, and without appointing any one to choose, he personally recited the words that had already been prepared.

The complicated article tells the history of Hei Miao's ancestors in Miao language, as well as his life deeds, and even the great migration of the Miao people later, which lasted for half an hour.