In less than a cup of tea, a sprinkled and concise sacrificial text was written by Zhou Bai.

Ji Hongzhe has been an official for many years, and he is still from the same jinshi, but he has never seen this kind of thing, which is simply shocking.

"It must have been studied before, but he is only fifteen, that is, there is an omission in the content of the sacrifice." Ji Hongzhe was looking for a reasonable explanation in his heart, and at the same time picked up the manuscript that Zhou Baigang had just written and read it.

"Virtuous nephew, the god sacrifice text is not so easy to write, and it must be nondescript if you don't have enough background, I also tried ...... at the beginning."

Looking at it, the words of admonition and persuasion in Ji Hongzhe's mouth stopped, he seemed to be caught in the emotions described in the sacrificial text, his face changed from time to time, and his hands were a little unstable.

In the end, Zhou Bai's sacrifice to the god of the city god prayed for rain, and the sacrifice text that successfully suppressed those famous houses was selected by Ji Hongzhe.

This is not favoritism, but the content of the sacrifice really touched him, and it can be used for tomorrow's rain festival.

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The next day, Pingcang County was lively early in the morning, and even the children who were sleepy were woken up by their parents, and one by one they wore new clothes that they were usually reluctant to wear, and merged into the flow of people on the street.

The flow of people is surging in one direction, and there is the City God Temple, which is located in the middle of the city, not far from the official office.

Everyone's face is pious and solemn, and the incense stick in his hand or the new clothes on his body are a way for these simple people to show their respect.

Because there has been no rain in Pingcang County for more than a month, the ground has dried up and the paddy fields have dried up.

Even from the beginning of the foothold, the county has built perfect water storage facilities, and there are many ponds dug in various townships and villages, and wells can be seen everywhere, but without rainwater, it is still difficult for hundreds of thousands of people to grow into harvest.

So whether the god can hear them pray and whether he can rain nectar today is very important to everyone.

Pingcang County Chenghuang is closely implicated in this place, and even the origin of Pingcang has a lot to do with it.

Because he was a general of the frontier, his main merit during his lifetime was the opening of Bei'an County.

In recognition of his merits, after his death, Daxu Gaozong named him the city god of Pingcang County with the fortune of the dynasty, protecting the lives of a county and defending the national border.

Of course, the status of this kind of city god is very high in Pingcang County, and the city god temple built by the government for him is also in the middle of the city, covering a wide area, and the daily people will not be crowded at all to make incense.

Of course, today is different, and the people who can enter the front row of the temple square are all celebrities, talents, and wealthy businessmen, in short, they are all people with good luck.

In addition, only a small number of people who came early were able to occupy the back row in the square, and most of them had to stand in the streets and alleys outside the City God Temple.

On the square, dozens of sacrificial tables are placed in front of the main hall of the temple.

The temple of the city god temple stood on the top step as the master of ceremonies, and the county commander Ji Hongze, Shi Yu and other three people stood under the sacrifice table as the chief priest.

On either side of the steps stood a number of servants and deacons from the original City God Temple, who would guide the rituals.

The county officials, the chief bookkeepers, and the teachings of the county government, as well as several county tycoons and representatives of many township clans, stood in front of the square as accompaniments, in the place closest to the incense burner god case.

As for Zhou Bai, he was next to the three main priests, and he didn't have to do anything else, he only had to recite the sacrificial text he had written.

It turned out that Ji Hongze was worried that he would not be able to read the true feelings in the sacrificial text, so that the sacrificial effect could not be maximized, so he simply let Zhou Bai read it himself.

On the sacrificial table, the whole pig with saffron in the mouth, the whole sheep, the fan cake stacked into a tower, the five animal wine ceremony, fruits and vegetables, cooked rice, ingots, wealth and silk, etc., the sacrifice is extremely rich, it can be said that for this rain, the yamen is spent thought and energy.

When everything was ready, the master of ceremonies glanced at the solemn crowd and began to sing, and the sound of applause and applause sounded at the same time.

"Kneel, kowtow, kowtow, kowtow, prostrate, prostrate, prostrate!" The chief priest knelt and bowed, and from the square to the people waiting outside, Wu Yang sincerely knelt down.

Then the deacon passed the incense, the first incense, then the incense, and the three incense.

Offering silks, entering the knighthood, sacrificing wine and drinking wine...... Offering five animals and food.

The Fangyuan incense burner ignited with a thick fragrance, and suddenly a gust of fresh breeze came, and a thick white fragrance covered all the sacrifices.

"The one who reads the blessing is in place, and the prayer is read!" Finally, in the passionate voice of the master of ceremonies, Zhou Bai understood himself.

On April 20, the 46th year of Xiangxing, Zhou Bai, a county person, was honored to drink the foundation of shame, fasting and bathing, and sacrificed to the god of the county god: Wuhu! The man of God has what he should do, and he who deserves what he righteous......

If God knows, he will call on the heavens, ask for the people's lives, feel the benevolence of heaven and earth, the breath of the mountains, the vigor of the rivers, the overflow of the valley, the hope of comforting the people, and the spirit of the gods. Spirit! If it does not rain for three days, it will be five days, and if it does not rain for five days, it will be seven days. If not, hope will not be on three days, five days, and seven days, and the calamity will be terrible......

If God is ignorant, it is useless to pray, and it is useless to sue. If you know the fruit of the gods, you will know whether it will rain or not. Respect for advice, but God sees. Feast! ”

Zhou Bai's voice was crisp and loud, and as the wind drifted farther and farther, he poured out all the emotions contained in the sacrificial text.

The principle of the coexistence of God and man, the difficulty of our mortal lack of rain, you are the place where the people are deeply hoped, and the good and evil deeds are all in the thoughts of your city god.

Of course, the most important thing is that everyone sincerely prays for rain, one knock and two kneels, and no one is insincere at this time.

Including Zhou Bai himself, he also wants to rain, without rain, what is his Zhou family doing in the wasteland, bud rice, sweet potatoes, etc.

At the same time, he also remembered the difficulties of the development of Pingcang County, which was short of water and drought at every turn, and there was no real big river to rely on.

On that day, he promised the god of Tingshan Mountain to lead the water of the Ning River to activate the Canglan water vein, not only for the god of Canglan water, but also for his hometown.

After reading the text, it is another series of processes.

Open the livestock, then offer wine and then food...... Three prostrations, xing, eating, turning treasures, burning sacrifices.

At this time, in fact, many people felt that something was wrong, especially the county board of directors, who immediately whispered in Ji Hongzhe's ear.

He has been an official in Pingcang County for 20 years, and he has seen many sacrifices to the gods and begging for rain, but there has never been a change in the heavens until now.

It's bad, it won't fail, the officials, the powerful representatives, including some ordinary people, all sighed in their hearts.

Countless people stared at the sky with tears in their eyes, why was it still cloudless!

Many old people who had experienced the disaster began to kowtow in pain, begging the city god to see them.

Yu Yueyun, who was mixed in the crowd below, also clenched her fists, I don't know if she was scolding Chenghuang for not doing anything in her heart.

She stared at Zhou Bai, a little regretful and resentful, obviously he did so well, why was it still not enough!

"You're going to have a way, aren't you?" For some reason, Yu Yueyun suddenly had such a thought.