As a mortal at the bottom of the Great Qin Immortal Kingdom, he has his own set of survival philosophies that belong to mortals.

Unite and exclude foreigners, stick to the old ways, bully the weak and fear the hard, and obey the strong.

Now Chen Qinghe and Feng Yan are immortals in their eyes, the kind with the greatest ability, so naturally everything obeys them.

As soon as the bell of the ancestral hall rings, the villagers who have more things at hand will immediately put down their work and walk into the Chen family ancestral hall hand in hand without saying anything.

Seeing that more than 2,000 people in the clan had arrived, the three brothers Chen Dong, Chen Dong and Chen Kuan looked at Chen Qinghe with a blank eye.

Chen Qinghe was stunned, looking at them blankly. Didn't move.

Feng Yan, who was standing on the side, looked at her like this, guessing in her heart that she should not have seen this posture, and she was not sure what process the sacrifice ghost god would take.

He thought about it, and whispered in her ear: "Qinghe, you have to take them to burn three incense sticks for the tablet on this top first, then open the altar, and finally offer sacrifices." ”

Knowing how to go through the process, Chen Qinghe nodded. Immediately said to the three brothers Chen Dong, Chen Liang, and Chen Kuan: "Okay, you will burn three incense sticks with me first!" ”

Chen Dong, Chen Liang, and Chen Kuan listened and nodded again and again.

Chen Dong even personally took a handful of incense from a junior, first handed three to Chen Qinghe in front of him, and then divided three for each of his two younger brothers.

Chen Qinghe lit incense and slowly walked in front of the nameless tablet.

She slowly held it up, her eyes a little glazed. I thought to myself, should I say something now?

I really couldn't think of it, so she almost instinctively recited, "The Tao is very Tao, and the name is very ......famous."

The three brothers, Chen Dong, Chen Liang and Chen Kuan, have been paying attention to her every move. As soon as they heard the scriptures she recited, they read them aloud without even thinking about it.

In the past, their father had told them that when he did it, if he recited any sutra in his mouth, they had to follow it. At critical moments, you can save your life. For many years, they had indeed saved their lives at the height of the Blood Sacrifice......

Chen Qinghe saw that several of them were reciting the Tao Te Ching with her, and she was stunned. Soon, she heard the villagers read it out as well.

Chen Qinghe stood still, not knowing whether to continue or not, and the Feng Yan on the side squeezed his eyes at her, "Qinghe, you continue!" ”

So, Chen Qinghe took all the villagers and memorized the Tao Te Ching she was familiar with sentence by sentence.

After reciting the Tao Te Ching, she began to recite it again.

This time, Feng Yangui also began to unconsciously follow her.

After the getaway was finished, Chen Qinghe hurriedly bowed to the nameless tablet in front of him three times. After that, they put the incense in the small incense burner on the altar in front of them.

When the three brothers Chen Dong, Chen Liang, and Chen Kuan saw her like this, they also hurried to learn the same.

After the three incense sticks were burned, Chen Qinghe turned to Chen Dong and ordered, "I want to open the altar!" ”

Thinking of the movie scene he once watched when Uncle Nine was engaged in the practice of opening the altar, Chen Qinghe said with a serious face: "You also prepared a pound of cinnabar, a bucket of black dog blood, three peach wood swords, ten catties of glutinous rice, and twenty red candles." ”

When Chen Dong heard this, his brows furrowed, and he thought, how can the things that the eldest sister wants different from the things that his father wanted in the past?

Daddy told them to prepare two kinds of sacrifices in advance every year.

A boy born in a lunar year, and a girl born in a sunny year.

The eldest sister doesn't want these two now, but asks for cinnabar, black dog blood, peach wood sword, glutinous rice, and red candles......

There's no one in this village to prepare, where is he going to find her for a while?

His second brother Chen Liang saw his embarrassment, and hurriedly whispered to him: "Big brother, I still have dozens of catties of glutinous rice at home, and it is still bloody. ”

After speaking, he also looked at Chen Kuan on the side. "There are a few black dogs in the third brother's house."

"As for the peachwood sword, red candle, cinnabar ......, let's ask the rest of the village, we should be able to make it up!"

When Chen Dong heard this, he immediately became energetic. "Okay, let's get everything now."

With that, he opened his mouth to ask the rest of the village.

Soon, many villagers promised: "Village chief, I have candles at home......

"I have two taels of cinnabar ...... at home"

The ancestral hall of Chenjia Village is crowded.

Some of them hurried home to get their things, while others whispered on the sidelines to discuss why this July Half-Blood Festival was different from previous years. This cinnabar glutinous rice peach wood sword black dog blood red candle or something, what are you going to do? You can't eat it in the ancestral hall, right?

……

The people who cultivated immortals had clear ears and eyes, and under the pouring rain, even if they were far away, they heard the movements coming out of the Chen family ancestral hall.

The seventeen or eighteen golden-armored guards who rode horses and carried swords in Chenjia Village were people from the official mansion who came from Shenxiang City. This time, I came here to negotiate with the Jinguacheng County Commander about the "plan".

Now they suddenly noticed that the people of Chenjia Village didn't say hello to them, and they were going to blindly carry out the half-blood sacrifice of Nalaoshizi on this rainy night, their faces were as heavy as snow, their snorts were heavy, and their right hands were holding the handle of the knife tightly, wanting to kill all the ignorant mortals in Chenjia Village.

But later, after hearing the deafening Tao Te Ching, their angry heads slowly calmed down.

"Boss, who wrote this scripture? I have been a saint for more than 100 years with Confucianism and Taoism, and I have never heard of it?! ”

The man who was called the boss listened and touched the white beard on his chin, "Don't talk about you, I have been practicing hard in the country for a hundred years, and I have never heard such a mysterious truth!" ”

"I don't know what kind of master was hidden in this Chenjia Village before......"

Before they finished sighing, they heard "Getaway" again.

"There is a fish in the North Underworld, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. Turned into a bird, its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is, flies angrily, and its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky. It is a bird, and the sea will migrate to the south. The Southern Hades, the Heavenly Pond also. Those who are "Qi Harmony" are also strangers. The words of "Harmony" say: "Pengzhi migrated in the south of the underworld, the water hit three thousand miles, the one who swayed up ninety thousand miles, and the one who went to rest in June." ”

Hearing this, one of the people in the group suddenly stood up excitedly.

"The North Underworld? Kun? South Underworld? Peng? ”

"Boss, this is clearly hinting at ......"

The gray-bearded leader listened, and raised his hand to stop him. "Don't say it! At this time, in the middle of July, don't even mention it! ”

"You sit down, and we'll continue listening."

Soon, the sound of undulating chanting came through the heavy rainstorm.

"Wild horses, dust, and creatures. The firmament of the sky, its good and evil? Far away and unreachable? It is also under its sight, and if it is, it is already gone. And the accumulation of water is not thick, so it is not able to carry the boat. If the cup of water is on the top of the hall, the mustard will be the boat; Put the cup and glue, the water is shallow and the boat is big. If the accumulation of wind is not thick, then its negative wings are also weak. Therefore, 90,000 miles, the wind is below, and then it is now the wind; Those who carry the blue sky and Mo are dying,......"

When they all listened carefully to the getaway, one by one they fell into silence for a long time as if they had been struck by lightning.

Some were writing something, some were silently chewing sentences he didn't understand, and some were still thinking about the Tao Te Ching he had read earlier.

Just as they were immersed in their thoughts, the air slowly filled the air with a foul smell of blood.