All the people in Yunyang Temple in Nanshan finally saw the importance that the people of Cangcheng attached to the Holy Spirit Festival.

Not only the flowers that have disappeared all over the mountains for a few days, but also the ribbons hanging in the villages and cities and the lanterns that rise at night.

Two days before the first day, the village chief at the foot of Nanshan Mountain took his two sons and a daughter, carried a few large baskets and went up the mountain.

"A few days ago, Immortal Chief, you asked us to pick flowers in Shangnan Mountain, we are very grateful, but you can't leave a little flower on this holy festival, we have smelted all the wildflowers that we stepped on, and sent you a few baskets."

The men lifted the sackcloth from the top of the basket, revealing the bright flowers inside.

The flowering trays of the wildflowers on the mountain are relatively small, but after picking them for two or three days, they are still so fresh, and they are definitely using other means.

Yang Zhao enthusiastically took the two of them to a room with tables and chairs to sit down, stepped on a set of tea sets and came back, and summoned a big water balloon to warm them up.

"Ah, the little immortal master is really polite."

Village Chief Lin and the others smiled shyly.

"I don't want to go, the people in our village have all the flowers in this Nanshan Mountain, and I will send you some for you to use for the festival."

The village chief sent flowers so politely, and Yang Zhao also had to receive them with a good voice.

Looking at the scene of the whole city, the Holy Spirit Day must be a big day, and she wants to follow the local customs and sneak through this festival with the big one.

"Village Chief Lin is really bothering you, you also know that I only came to Cangcheng last year, and I don't know the rules of the Holy Spirit Festival here, can you tell me a few words?"

Yunyangguan and Shangyang Village are neighbors after all, and the festival is lively at the bottom of the mountain, but it is deserted above, and it doesn't look good, and it is easy to arouse the disgust of the villagers.

Her words opened the box of Village Chief Lin's words.

It turns out that this Holy Spirit Day commemorates the big fish incarnated by the gods at their feet.

According to ancient legends, it was in the late spring and early summer that the gods took on the suffering of the world in the form of big fish.

Therefore, this day has also become the grandest festival of the year in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Since this is not a harvest day, all kinds of flowers become the most important tribute.

"The customs are similar everywhere, we are here is a hundred flowers to welcome the Holy Spirit Festival, I know that there are places, there are also use the newborn shoots, you, now go to the city to buy some ribbons for you to hang on the door of this courtyard, and when the day comes, put the offering table, offer flowers, and wait for the gods to bless it."

When they were sent down the mountain, Yang Zhao went into Cangcheng to buy a ribbon.

I didn't expect this ribbon to be cheap, and the more fancy the color, the more expensive it is.

Yang Zhao didn't want to be the wronged leader, so he directly picked the medium ones and bought some and hung them on the door of Yunyang Temple.

The locals who sent bricks, stones and timber these days also did not come, and they all had to go back for the festival.

The little bean man who didn't need to move bricks simply carved all the things he had learned in the Sujin Pagoda in the past few days on the brick wall, and then painted it with gold paint.

"In the future, we will be the preaching wall, who will not be grateful for a share of our merits?"

Li Baining looked at the golden mind map on that side, and his heart was excited.

Zhu Lan nodded her little head in agreement.

In the past few days, she has received a lot of praise because she has memorized the scriptures well, which has greatly improved her self-confidence, and her little face is sunny wherever she goes.

On the second day of the flower delivery by the village chief of Lin, the Xiaodou people witnessed a grand sacrifice.

At this time, Yamashita remembered the sound of ritual music for the sacrifice.

Yang Zhao heard that the voice was coming from Cangcheng, she quickly took a table and put it in the courtyard, and offered the baskets of flowers on the table.

The sound of liturgical music rang out from morning to noon, from inside the city to outside the city.

In the middle of the day, suddenly, the sound of several drums resounded throughout Cangcheng.

Even the Yunyang Temple on the South Mountain was swayed by the sound of the drum.

The little bean man on the mountain suddenly panicked.

"What's wrong with this? Did someone set off a salute? ”

"Well, no, the people at the foot of the mountain are going to attack with Italian guns!"

"What do you think? People celebrate the festival today, and it is estimated that they are beating drums and cheering. ”

Yang Zhao walked out of the courtyard and came to the top of the mountain to look down at the situation.

A group of little bean people in the yard also followed, and under the background of the touching height of the little bean people, she became the crane that fell into the flock of cranes, and she looked exceptionally tall.

As the drums grew louder and louder, she noticed that the entire Cangcheng City had become a little hazy in her eyes.

A strange sensation hit her mind one after another, reminding her to kneel down.

Yang Zhao did not go against this will, found a big stone and sat on it directly.

Sure enough, whether it is kneeling or sitting, as long as you are shorter, the strange sense of oppression is reduced a lot.

But why don't the beans feel this way?

Looking at the little bean man jumping around him, doubts flashed in Yang Zhao's heart.

Suddenly, she saw a colorful whirlwind blowing in Cangcheng under the mountain, which rose and fell in the city with all kinds of colors.

Yang Zhao secretly understood, the color was actually all kinds of petals blown by the wind.

Now almost the entire Cangcheng is shrouded in a sea of flowers, but Nanshan is far away, and the flowers are more mixed, and she can't see anything else except for Wuyang.

Yang Zhao subconsciously looked down at Yunyang Guan and found that there was also a small whirlwind in the courtyard.

This whirlwind mixed with flower petals flew up from the courtyard, but the petals were relatively few, and it didn't look as spectacular as the Cangcheng under the mountain.

But even so, it caused an exclamation from the bean people.

"The petals are flying!"

"Whirlwind, tornado!"

"You are stupid, this is obviously a miracle, your whirlwind can bring a city of flowers."

"How can you be sure that those are flowers in the city? Maybe it's just a sandstorm rolling up. ”

"Oh, see if I believe what you say!"

The wind blew higher and higher, tearing all the colors into the sky.

Even the basket of petals in Yunyangguan was like a small swimming dragon, flying into the sky with the wind.

Slowly, the sound of drums gradually subsided, and the sound of someone reciting the blessing resounded in Cangcheng City.

The voice was melodious, and it was hard to hear what he was reading on the top of Nanshan, but there was a majesty of its own.

All of a sudden, the beans were lively again.

"How loud do you have to install this to get this sound to us?"

"People are in the cultivation realm, they definitely don't use a horn, they probably use a formation, or they just roar with their voices."

"Well, the voice is weird, but I can't understand what is said."

The beans gathered together and whispered, and some of them regretted not coming down today.

"I knew it was so lively, I said that I would go down the mountain to see what I said today, and I will see it for a long time."

"Isn't it, there must be a lot of fun to watch on such a big festival."

There are also small bean people who disagree with them.

"It's better to have less fun on this kind of day, if we don't do it right, people will give us a direct look, who will pull us in?"

"That is, since you are cautious about writing Xiuzhen, do you really think that you are the protagonist there?"

The little bean man, who wanted to go down the mountain now, wilted a little.

"It's also a taboo for outsiders to love to commit taboos on these days."

Gradually, the blessings gradually subsided, and a few earth-shattering drums sounded in Cangcheng City.

Yang Zhao's heart trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously yelled.

"Keep your head down!"

After shouting, she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

A huge figure rose from her sky, and the hairs on her body stood on end, and her spine was cold.

The other beanmen were stunned by her roar, but they weren't stupid, and they all lowered their heads.

But there are always a few stunned young people who want to do something different from others, and when everyone is bowing their heads, they are still turning their little heads and looking around curiously, wanting to see different scenery.

It's a pity that no one satisfied their curiosity, and less than five seconds after Yang Zhao and the others lowered their heads, the little bean people who were looking around turned gray in an instant, and then fell to the ground with a pop, and became a dry bean.

Yang Zhao only felt that his ears were bulging, and a strange-looking big fish involuntarily appeared in his closed eyes.

On the back of this big fish is thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and on the belly is the surging sea.

She was sure he had never seen anything like this in his life, but how could such a thing come to her mind?

It seems that the gods of the Great Zhou have responded, and in the future, they still have to take care of their mouths, people are gods, how can they be called "this kind of thing"?

If it is brought out by the mouth, it will be a big mistake to be heard.

Yang Zhao lowered his head and closed his eyes, waiting there quietly.

It wasn't until something soft smashed on top of her head that Yang Zhao felt that the crisis in his heart disappeared.

When she opened her eyes, she found that all kinds of flower petals were falling from the sky, and the petals that had gathered in the sky were all falling flutteringly.

She swept back, and found that the original more than 3,000 Little Doumen had become much sparse at this time, and there was less work for a while, let alone hundreds of Little T豆men .

"It's okay, you can look up."

The rest of the little bean people raised their heads one after another, and they saw the rain of petals in the sky.

"It's the first time I've seen petals when I've grown so big."

"I've seen it in the video, but it seems to be a special effect."

Xiaodou people were still stunned and amazed, and there were a few more lively thoughts that changed the topic.

"There won't be any worms in these petals, what if this worm is going to fall on us?"

"Hey, it's disgusting, this person picked it all by hand, he should have picked all the insects, right?"

"By the way, how do I feel that there are fewer of us?"

"Yikes! Why do I have so many beans under my feet? ”

The little beans looked at each other under their feet, and naturally they all understood what had just happened.

"It's good that I'm obedient, otherwise I'd die crying now."

"Isn't it?"

Yang Zhao was uneasy in his heart, jumped up from the stone and went back to Yunyang Temple directly.

She took off the road sign around her neck, buckled it to the back of her mobile phone, and sent a message to Guofu and Minqiang, telling them what had just happened, and asking if there was anything abnormal about the Xiaodou people who had just disappeared.

Guofu and Minqiang: "I was startled just now, but fortunately, the comrades who were asleep woke up." ”

The country is rich and the people are strong: "It looks fine, and they don't feel anything about themselves. ”

Guofu and Minqiang: "You wait a while, I'll check them out." ”

Yang Zhao: "Okay. ”

After waiting anxiously for a while, good news came from the rich country and the strong people.

The country is rich and the people are strong: "All physiological indicators are normal, and the spirit is good, and the failure of the bean in the past is the same, and we will continue to observe it in the future." ”

Yang Zhao: "Okay, it's okay, don't forget, I still have some fans here, you'd better monitor it too." ”

The country is rich and the people are strong: "Okay, don't worry." ”

Yang Zhao was still a little uneasy, put away his phone and went to Shen Ruoyu again.

Shen Ruoyu seems to be very experienced in this matter.

"It's okay, even if ordinary people look up, at most they will have a headache for a few days, and they won't kill people."

Yang Zhao asked curiously.

"Eh, Master, have you tried?"

Shen Ruoyu glanced at her lightly, flicked his sleeves and disappeared.

It seems that Yang Zhao talked about his pain points.

But it is undeniable that Shen Ruoyu's answer made her completely relieved, and she turned her head and told the country about the prosperity of the country and the strength of the people, so that there was also a bottom in her heart.

Then she remembered that Yunyangguan still had a large group of little bean people, after all, there were so many little bean people missing at once, which might cause fear to everyone, no matter what she said, she should first appease them.

Yang Zhao hurriedly came to the courtyard, and sure enough, the Xiaodou people came back.

She recounted what had just happened to the big guys, emphasizing that the little beanmen who had just disappeared had not been harmed.

"It's okay, let them be disobedient, say bow their heads and don't bow their heads."

"I guess the video comment area is going to cause a wail again."

Although everyone teased a few words, they didn't stay here for too long, and many of them went back early.

Yang Zhao estimated that they were going to contact those who had disappeared today due to an accident.

They have been together for so long that many people have exchanged contact details.

After all, when it comes to gods, this kind of thing, it is not easy to feel at ease if you don't ask yourself.

Yang Zhao stuffed two Bigu Dan in his mouth, ran into the room and began to edit the video.

It was only after Xiaodouren's reminder that she remembered that she still had a video account to maintain.

And now that account hasn't updated a new video for many days.

Yang Zhao edited the spectacular scene of Aoki real people fighting wild gods flying green leaves in the sky that day, and then posted it on the Internet.

The video was long, half an hour long, the longest of all her videos.

But Yang Zhao was really reluctant to cut it into a short video of five or six minutes, which felt too wasteful.

But as soon as the front foot of this video was sent out, the back foot of the country was rich and the people were strong.

Guofu and Minqiang: "Comrade Yang, can you send me the detailed video of that battle without cutting it?" ”

My head hurts so much today, and the whole person is in a trance.