The bell sounded melodiously, and as soon as it rang, the Taimiao Square, which was still a little noisy, immediately became solemn.

The eyes of everyone in the arena were staring at the altar in unison.

At some point, Su Zhe had already changed his clothes and walked slowly onto the altar.

"The time has come, and the sacrifice begins!"

Su Zhe also had a solemn face, and shouted loudly.

The majestic voice spread far away, floating over the square, and everyone at the scene could hear it clearly.

"Ancestral weapon, please!"

After a pause, Su Zhe said again.

Hearing this, everyone knelt down on the ground.

The ancestral artifacts of Wu'an City are the artifacts left by Ji Yan back then, and after 10,000 years, they have already become the spiritual symbol of Wu'an County.

And the people of Wu'an City regard it as a holy relic, protecting the country and the wind and rain.

The thirteen witches, dressed in strange costumes and holding sacrificial ancestral weapons, came out of the temple, ascended the altar, and lined up in a row.

Su Zhe had already told Zhang Fan about all the sacrificial procedures, and Zhang Fan didn't understand it, so he just followed it.

When all the witches were in place and stood still, Su Zhe stepped forward, threw soil and burned incense, bowed eight times facing the south, stood up, and unfolded a roll of yellow silk.

Glancing around, Su Zhe coughed lightly twice, with tears in his eyes, and said loudly: "Today, it is with great sadness that we mourn a son who is brave, resourceful, loyal and filial......"

When Zhang Fan heard this, he almost sprayed.

I'm rubbing, Dr. Sushang, this is what you said about the sacrifice that you have carefully prepared for two days and two nights?

W- It's official, isn't it?

And......

What about the rhetoric that is good?

What about the good peace and stability?

What about the true feelings that are said to be good?

Acting against the gods, and making you die, unfilial piety and unkindness, and can not live with you, stay together to die, one is at the end of the sky, one is in the corner of the earth, life and shadow do not depend on my form, death and soul do not connect with my dreams......

Listen to other people's, and then look at your own, you just copied a paragraph from the Internet, right?

Zhang Fan kept complaining in his heart.

However, what he didn't expect was that Su Zhe hadn't finished reading the sacrificial text, not only had he already cried a lot, but the audience was also sad, like a mourner.

Some people shed tears and exclaimed: "Dr. Su Shang is really worthy of a monk who entered the Tao with literature, a sacrificial text, a pile of rhetoric, every word, every word, all stable, and the truth is revealed...... No, let me cry a little longer!"

“......”

Zhang Fan was shocked at that time.

Could it be that I am too uneducated to appreciate it?

Before he could turn his mind, he suddenly heard someone shouting loudly, and his voice was full of surprise.

"Look at the sky, it looks like something is falling!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked up together.

"Tianhua!" someone said excitedly, "It's the legendary Tianhua!"

"Dr. Sushang's sacrificial text, the talent is surging, the heavens and the earth are moving, and it actually caused Tianhua to fall!"

"Presumably, Wen Sheng was also moved by Dr. Su's talent, so he descended to Tianhua!"

"The spirit of the eldest prince in the sky can be blinded!"

......

Zhang Fan raised his head slightly, and sure enough, he saw several brilliant golden lotuses, the size of a bowl, slowly falling from the blue sky and falling towards the altar.

When it reached the ground, it immediately dissolved, leaving only a wisp of fragrant fragrance in its place, lingering around the altar and lingering.

The vast majority of the monks of the Heavenly Mandate Continent are guiding Yuan Qi into the body to cultivate in this way, and it is extremely rare to enter the Tao with literature, communicate with Wenxing, and open up Wenyun.

And there are only a handful of people like Su Zhe who look at this Wu'an county.

Even in the Great Qin Emperor Dynasty, only Taishi Confucius could suppress Su Zhe.

After all, Confucius, as a descendant of the ancient literary saints, single-handedly founded the largest literary academy in the Great Qin Emperor Dynasty and served as the dean.

Wu'an Hou Ji Lin once praised Confucius as "holding a wonderful brush to paint the country and mastering the jade wat in the world".

Such a character is naturally not comparable to Su Zhe.

But Su Zhe's sacrificial essay was able to reach the Holy Hearing and attract eight heavenly flowers to the world, which was enough to shock the audience.

"Huh...... Hehe......"

Zhang Fan couldn't laugh or cry a little.

Suddenly, his heart moved, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "I seem to have found a way to make a fortune again!"

At this moment, Su Zhe said: "Woohoo mourning, Fu Wei is still feasting!"

This sentence is the standard ending of the sacrificial text.

Su Zhe closed the yellow silk, walked to the brazier, and threw it in.

At the same time, eight shamans carried three animals and five prisons, piled them on the offering table, bowed respectfully a few times, and turned to get off the altar.

And everyone in the audience was still wet with tears.

Taking a deep breath of air, Su Zhe calmed down a little.

"Please pay tribute to the ancestors!"

As soon as the words fell, the remaining five witches approached the front and counted their weapons, their hands raised above the top, and their knees knelt on the ground.

The things they hold in their hands are the so-called ancestral weapons.

Wu An Ding, Wu An Wei, Wu An Wei, Wu An Wei and Wu An Ning, all of which were used by Ji Yan, the ancestor of Wu'an City, to eat back then, have been worshiped as treasures by later generations.

But seeing these utensils, most of them are cast in bronze, with peculiar shapes and exquisite workmanship.

Although the whole body is mottled with patina, it also reveals a wisp of quaint atmosphere.

"It's so old and still exhibited, it's too big!"

Glancing at it, Zhang Fan couldn't help but be a little worried.

Compared with jade ceramics, bronze is much harder, but after tens of thousands of years, it is still a little fragile.

"In case you accidentally break one of the ......"

Zhang Fan couldn't imagine the consequences.

You must know that these are the sacred relics and ancestral artifacts of Wu'an County, which are precious, and those in power use them to stabilize the hearts of the people, and the people rely on them to adjust the wind and rain, and there must be no mistakes, otherwise it will be a disaster.

It's a bit stressful.

But he can only grit his teeth.

With all eyes on him, Zhang Fan carefully took the heavy ancestral weapons from Wu Yan's hands, walked to the common table, and put them down gently.

If it is a ding, it will add food, if it is a recipe, if it is a recipe, it will add wine, and if it is a recipe, it will add water......

Anyway, Zhang Fan followed Su Zhe's previous instructions and did them one by one, not daring to make any mistakes, so as not to be accused of disrespecting the ancestors.

In the Mandate of Heaven Continent, the hat of disrespecting ancestors is very frightening, especially in a family like Wu'an Junguo, once they commit such a crime, they are basically shattered and will never recover.

Therefore, Zhang Fan trembled and walked on thin ice.

The last ancestral artifact is Wu Anling.

Compared with the other four ancestral vessels, the shape of Wu Anning is quite bizarre, not one, but divided into two parts.

Below is a three-legged copper tripod, which is used to hold water, and a copper retort is placed on the tripod to hold food.

The retort is separate and can be easily removed, but it is stable without locking.

That's where the most trouble comes in.

Zhang Fan walked around, and with his steps, he always felt that the copper retort on it was a little shaky.

"Don't drop, don't drop, don't drop!"

Holding his breath, his heart was beating like thunder, Zhang Fan's eyes were staring tightly, praying in his heart, and there were actually some beads of sweat on his forehead.

However, the more you pay attention to something, the more likely it will be.

Especially the bad things.

When Zhang Fan was only a few steps away from the offering table, probably because he was too nervous, his arm shook suddenly.

The copper retort on top of Wu Anning was not very stable, and it shook suddenly.

"Bang dang!"

The sound of copper retorts smashing to the ground was quite harsh.

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, watching the copper retort break in half.

With the sound of grunting, the copper retort rolled down the altar and down the stage as if it didn't stop.

"Bang dang!"

There was another screeching thud, and the retort fell again, turning into four pieces.