At five o'clock, the sky was bright, and the door of Liang Qu's house was knocked on the door.

It's not that anyone is causing trouble.

Everyone in the entire Yixing City now knows the identity of Liang Qu, no one dares to cause trouble, and it is Chen Zhaoan's grandson Chen Tongming who knocks on the door.

Chen Tongming arched his hand and said: "Brother Shui, my grandfather asked me to ask you, are you familiar with the sacrificial process, and there is also a sacrificial text, you don't need to memorize it, but you must read it as smoothly as possible, and there must be no bumps." ”

"I'll read it to you, how about you listen to it?"

"This ......" Chen Tongmin hesitated, but still nodded, "Just trouble Brother Shui, I'll listen to it." ”

In the matter of sacrificing to the river god, Liang Qugui cannot be sloppy as Master Yang's personal inheritance.

If you don't do it well, you have to be scolded by the villagers, of course, if you do a good job, you will be praised by yourself, and you will be the number one person in Yixing City, which has advantages and disadvantages.

He came home last night, and although he was very tired, he still recited it more than ten times, and he thought that there was nothing wrong with him.

Liang Qu and Chen Tongmin came face to face and recited the sacrificial text.

"The river god is on top, and the rest of the land of Yixing City, the water of the Jianghuai River, the people are sent, and the people are expected to gather the people, and the people are worshiped in front of the respect, and this sacrifice is presented......"

A quarter of an hour later, the beam came to a halt.

Chen Tongmin nodded: "Brother Shui's work is really reassuring, with this level, the villagers will definitely praise him." ”

"It's not as old as Chen." Liang Qu said humbly.

"The sacrificial text is no problem, are you familiar with the process?"

"I grew up in Yixing City, I come here twice a year, I haven't eaten pork and I've seen pigs run, you can ask me casually."

Chen Tongmin was also not polite: "After the priest shouts to go to the animal, what should the chief priest do?" ”

"First offer incense, then sacrifice wine, and finally recite the sacrificial text, let the villagers kneel and worship after reading, and go down to the altar after setting off firecrackers."

Chen Tongmin nodded, he was familiar with the ritual text and process, so there was no problem, as long as it was not bad, it was enough.

"Okay, the sacrifice will start at noon, and I will come to get Brother Shui, and you will need to wear a clean and neat shirt at that time, if not, I will find one for you."

"That's not necessary, I have one."

"Okay, I'll see you in three moments."

Seeing Chen Tongmin leave, Liang Qu also felt a little excited in his heart.

Thousands of people, to offer incense, sacrificial wine, and recite sacrificial texts in front of so many villagers, it is the first time for him to face such a big scene, and he is inevitably nervous, and I hope there will be no problems at that time.

Take a shower first.

Liang Qu closed the door and boiled water and soap.

He had not fished for many days, and the fishy smell on his body had dissipated so much that ordinary people could not smell it at all.

After washing, tying up his long hair, and then changing into the clothes and treasures given by his brothers and sisters, he felt very handsome.

Walking to the table, Liang Qu's fingers tapped rhythmically.

The blue beads on the table trembled, stretched out, and turned into a large six-inch-long centipede, the blue armor flashing, shining in the morning light.

The Tianshui centipede crawled along the palm of Liang Qu to the wrist, connected end to end, and tightened inch by inch, tightly sealed, and turned into a blue jade bracelet.

Liang Qu hid it under the arm guard and pushed the door out.

Approaching the festival, the bluestone street is much more lively than usual.

Da Yu is not a cloak, it is a loose robe with sleeves, Liang Qu is tall, draped on the body, there is a handsome air between walking, and the ordinary people in linen have been significantly different, very eye-catching.

Seeing this, many villagers had mixed thoughts.

The crowd of onlookers yesterday was only a small part of Yixing City, and many people learned about it later through word of mouth.

There are envy, jealousy, joy, and remorse, regret that he did not marry Liang Qu as soon as possible, and slipped away the golden beetle son-in-law in vain.

"I still wanted to marry Ah Shui, if it did, wouldn't I be the same now? Maybe I'm the one who went to carry the animals today? ”

"Your daughter's daughter with Ah Shui? If you don't like it, I don't like it, why don't you pee and take care of yourself? ”

"How do you speak? What happened to my daughter? Ah, what's wrong with my daughter? ”

"What's the noise, what is the noise, Liang Qu is so promising, I think it is worthy of the daughter of the county master's family!"

"That's right."

Someone shouted and gave a thumbs up: "Ah Shui, righteousness!" The bricks and tiles are ready, and I'll go to your house another day to build a wall! ”

Liang Qu arched his hand and smiled: "Thank you Uncle Hu!" ”

"What's polite, what I have is strength, I can earn a hundred wen with my strength, and I don't know where to find this good thing."

"Yes, Uncle doesn't have much else, but he has a lot of strength! Summoned! ”

The manpower in the countryside is the cheapest, especially in winter, and there is no money to earn, even if there is a meal, people are rushing to work.

Now I can get a hundred wen for two days to help, which is a good errand to squeeze my head.

At noon, Chen Tongmin came to find Liang Qu, and the two went to the port together.

In the alleys on both sides of Qingshi Street, villagers have come out one after another, converging on the port.

The tall trapezoidal altar rests on a bluestone brick platform, with thirteen wooden steps, and up there is a large square table filled with fruits, vegetables and vegetables.

One person from each side of the altar stood with a large flag in his hand, and there was a procession of gongs on the side.

Liang Qu also saw Chen Jiechang and Li Libo.

The three of them practiced martial arts together in the martial arts hall, and Chen Zhaoan naturally arranged the two of them as strong men who killed animals before going to the animals.

One of them held the sheep and the other the ox, and they waited for the animals.

A quarter past noon.

Everybody's here.

The villagers and Liang Qu stood on the left side of the altar, under the eaves of a high-gate compound, and two stone lions squatted on both sides, reflecting the majesty of the people.

In front of the altar, thousands of villagers stood silently, all waiting silently.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Knock, knock, knock!

Three gongs.

The old priest walked along the central axis of the altar to the front of the altar, then turned to the left and stood a quarter of the way to the altar, with his back to the altar, facing the crowd, and shouting loudly.

"Go live!"

Chen Jiechang took the lead, grabbed the bull's nose ring and stepped forward, Li Libo followed, and finally Chen Tongmin led a pig.

The three men came to the right side of the altar, and someone stepped forward to hang up the three animals.

The three animals struggled as hard as they could, but to no avail of their chains, each of them took a sharp knife and aimed it at their necks.

"Thorn!"

The priest gave the order, and the sharp knife stabbed into the neck, picking off the artery.

Bright red blood splattered out and fell into the barrel, steaming hot.

The thick smell of blood rose to the sky, spreading along the cold wind throughout the port.

"Up!"

The three men lifted the barrel and followed the sound of the drum to the shore.

"Pour!"

The barrel was toppled over, and the plasma rolled out and splashed into the water, spreading out like a cloud of pitch-black ink.

Only the thick smell of blood remained in the wind.

"Shaman reset!"

Five gongs sounded.

Liang Qu saw the two shamans walk out of him, standing on both sides of the altar singing and dancing, and couldn't help but clench the manuscript paper in his hand.

When the shaman comes out, it's his turn.

"Priest, yes!"

Nine gongs sounded.

The sound of the gong was deafening.

Liang Qu was stunned.

He saw a dark shadow crawl over the tiled roof, disappear from the eaves in front of him, and disappear behind the volcanic wall.

It is withered and thin, and its skin is brown like an old tree.