The night is silent, the ghosts are hidden, the people's hearts are longing, the expectations are returned, and the next thing will come naturally, and there will be no twists and turns.

After a pause, Zhang Fan glanced at the crowd in the audience, and when they were a little calmer, he said with grief and indignation: "The eldest prince Ji Jin, loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, in order to save his father, he was willing to take the risk and died a tragic death! Today is the day he is enshrined in the Taimiao, let us join us and mourn for the eldest prince for ten breaths!"

Words, the first to bow their heads, eyes in silence.

After this reminder, everyone suddenly reacted.

They gathered at Taimiao Square this time to pay tribute to the eldest son, not to participate in the second son's personal concert.

They cheered like they had just done, forgetting that there was such a thing, and how sad it would be if they were seen by the spirit of the eldest prince in the sky.

Sure enough, the world is cold, people are indifferent, and the new is better than the old?

"The second son is still humane, always thinking about the eldest son!"

Everyone immediately calmed down, felt ashamed, lowered their heads in shame, changed their pathetic faces, and mourned for Himezu.

After ten breaths of silence, there was silence and a solemn atmosphere, and the air was filled with sadness.

Under the auspices of Su Zhe and Long Tu, the sacrificial activities continued.

As Ji Jin's soul supporter who was enshrined in the Taimiao, Zhang Fan naturally needs to write an essay to sacrifice him.

Set up the sacrifice in front of the spirit, Zhang Fan knelt on the ground, drank wine himself, brewed some emotions in his heart, and immediately recited aloud the sacrifice he had already prepared.

"Woohoo big brother, unfortunately died! Wouldn't people hurt if they repaired the old days? My heart really hurts, and I drank a lot! You have a spirit, enjoy my taste!"

Such a neat rhyming four-word phrase is not only very rhythmic, but also contains true feelings.

Su Zhe stood beside him with his hands down, and as soon as he heard this, his body shook suddenly, and a shocked look suddenly appeared on his face.

"This, this ......"

You must know that Su Zhe is a monk who has entered the Tao with literature, and he has been immersed in ancient literature for more than 20 years, and he has some attainments, otherwise he would not have become the doctor of Wu'an County.

But now compared with Zhang Fan, the sacrificial text that he just drew eight Tianhua looks twelve points pale and weak, and it is simply a lump of hard cow dung.

"The export is extraordinary, quite ancient......"

Su Zhe was amazed in his heart.

Although he had already seen Zhang Fan's literary brilliance, Zhang Fan's sacrificial essay had just spoken, and in just a few words, he had already been shocked again.

How did he know that Zhang Fan's sacrificial text was an adaptation, not an original.

But as long as Zhang Fan doesn't say it, who will know that he turned out to be a copyist.

Not only Su Zhe, but everyone at the scene all looked at Zhang Fan with shocked faces.

"Is the second son reciting the sacrificial text? Although it sounds very moving, why can't I understand a word?"

"Hehe, no culture, it's terrible!"

"Niu Sanwa, you kid is educated, you can translate for me?"

In the Mandate of Heaven Continent, the monks are like clouds, even ordinary people, but they also pay special attention to the cultivation path of guiding Qi into the body, so that the ancient texts are scattered, and the way of entering the Tao with texts has become an extremely difficult and rare cultivation path.

It is precisely because of this that Zhang Fan can casually reveal an ancient text that he learned in his previous life, which can arouse Su Zhe's admiration, let alone others.

At the scene, except for Su Zhe, who could barely understand, the rest of the people all opened their mouths wide, and their confusion was like a thick fog, shrouding their faces, like hearing a book from heaven.

Hearing that, Zhang Fan continued: "Thinking of Jun back then, he swallowed the sun and the moon angrily! Hung Jun Hongcai, Wenchou Wuluo! Crying Jun died early, and wept blood on the ground! Mourning Jun is affectionate, and sorrowful is a thousand knots! Only my brother is liver and gallbladder, and there is no end to sorrow!"

As soon as he said this, Zhang Fan couldn't help himself, tears flowed down, and his voice was choked.

Everyone saw it in their eyes, although they didn't understand it, but they were all moved.

At this moment, someone in the square suddenly shouted in surprise: "Look at the sky!"

When everyone heard this, they raised their heads one after another.

But in the clear sky, a few brilliant flowers fell towards the ground, and under the illumination of the sun, they were brilliant and mysterious.

"One, two, three...... Oh my God, there are so many days!"

Someone was speechless with shock.

Looking up at the sky, I saw more and more colorful skyflowers, accompanied by a fragrant fragrance, falling like rain, melting when it touched the ground, and even Su Zhe couldn't help but open his mouth wide.

"It's ...... The legendary Tianhua is falling?!"

Su Zhe was stunned.

He once flipped through ancient books and saw a record of "Tianhua Falling", but that was already a matter of ancient times.

What I didn't expect was that today I was able to witness the wonder of the sky falling.

You must know that in the Mandate of Heaven Continent, Tianhua is synonymous with literary talent, and the more Tianhua, the higher the literary talent.

And the scene in front of him, with the talent of the second son, I am afraid that it can no longer be described with a simple word "high".

"Oh my God, I've lived for decades, and it's the first time I've seen so many Tianhua!"

"It turns out that the second son is not only handsome, but also so talented!"

"It's miserable, I feel that I have completely fallen into the appearance and talent of the second son, and I can't extricate myself!"

......

At this moment, Zhang Fan is immersed in his own acting skills, and he seems to be blind and deaf to the outside world.

"Woohoo big brother, farewell to life and death! Pu Shou his chastity, extinguish the underworld! If the soul is like a spirit, to learn from my heart! From now on, there will be no relatives in the world! Woohoo pain, Fu Wei is still feasting!"

Zhang Fan pounded his chest and feet, fell to the ground and cried, tears poured out, grief-stricken, and almost fainted from crying.

When everyone saw him crying so sadly, they were all saddened.

Thinking back to the beginning, the second son Ji Ba bullied people and did evil in Wu'an City, the eldest son Ji Jin repeatedly persuaded him with good words, who knew that Ji Ba still went his own way, and there were rumors to slander Ji Jin, so that the two brothers have been out of harmony since then.

However, the world is like chess, unpredictable, and now that the eldest prince Ji Jin died tragically in the imperial capital, the second prince is so sad and sad, it is by no means like a fake, and he knows the rumors in the market, which is not enough to be trusted.

"Ding, congratulations to the host 'Zhang Fan' for his successful flickering. ”

"Trust from Su Zhe, +1."

"Trust from Dragon Slayer, +1."

"Trust from Pang Jun, +1."

"From Jiang Ziya......"

Su Zhe immediately stepped forward, picked up the grief-stricken Zhang Fan, and choked up: "Second son, since the Si people have passed away, the living should be cherished!"

"My eldest brother, his life is miserable!"

Zhang Fan wept bitterly.

"Yes, the eldest son's life is bitter!"

Su Zhe said.

"We must avenge him!"

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth.

"Yes, revenge!"

Su Zhe said.

"Second son, the hour is coming, don't miss the time when the eldest son enters the Taimiao!"

Hearing this, Zhang Fan took a long breath of air, and then gradually stopped the tears like a waterfall, but he sobbed to himself.

After resting for a while, a group of witches jumped in front of them to open the way, and Zhang Fan held Ji Jin's spirit card god position in his hand and walked towards the Taimiao.

And Su Zhe and Long Tu led the civil and military officials, followed closely behind.

Entering the temple, it was another tedious prayer, and finally Zhang Fan put the spirit card on a high place, which was considered the end.

After everything was done, it was almost noon, and Zhang Fan immediately ordered to set up a banquet in the Wu'an Palace to entertain the representatives of the forces who came to mourn.

After all, it was a condolence funeral, and the banquet should not be a silk and bamboo singing and dancing, and after everyone finished eating and drinking, they no longer stayed, and said goodbye to Zhang Fan one after another.

When they first came, due to the internal and external troubles in Wu'an City, they each had ghosts, but after this incident, they left with a face full of joy.

Especially Galeo and others, their admiration for Zhang Fan is endless, and they praise Zhang Fan as unique in heaven and earth.

No matter how much he talks, Zhang Fan only has one sentence, "Go slowly, don't send it." ”