The red tassel gathers the cui feather tube, and the robe is full of sleeves and jade furnace smoke.

Li Ruilin was dressed in a white pheasant robe made in Xinjiangning, wearing a big hat with a crystal top, and walked up to Zixiao Palace, the main hall of the Beidi Ancestral Temple.

It's just that his official hat, which is known to the five grades, is bare, and there is neither a jade feather tube nor a peacock feather. In these years, the peacock feather is still a rare thing in the officialdom, except for the imperial minister and the Manchurian officials on the five grades, the foreign magistrates don't talk about the peacock feather, even the blue feather is not easy to earn one, and if you want to wear the feather, unless you can ask for a favor from Qianlong.

He also nodded to the Immortal Warlock.

Wei Ye smiled, and then solemnly led his hand: "Old parents, please ask the emperor to make incense on behalf of Foshan Lishu." ”

Li Ruilin did not dare to slack off, took the incense from the incense man who was waiting on the side, respectfully saluted the golden body of the Zhenwu Emperor, and inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.

After completing this set of procedures, Li Ruilin gave incense to a half-human-high bronze tire and a statue of Emperor Zhenwu enshrined in the shrine on the side.

This bronze statue of Zhenwu is the statue of the Beidi Palace that went out to Foshan Town today.

It is different from the statue of Emperor Zhenwu enshrined in the main hall that is stomped on his feet and sitting upright in a robe, but he is wearing golden armor, tiger and vigorous.

The deacons on the side saw that Li Datong knew that the incense worship had ended, and eight strong men who had already made iron came up, and invited this statue of the Northern Emperor Palace out of the shrine and sent it to the portable shrine with gold paintings.

Outside Zixiao Palace, the people who delivered the news lined up under the archway of the ancestral temple, and the shouts one after another immediately spread to the street: "Grandpa Beidi is out on patrol, good men and women, serve carefully!"

With this shout, a string of firecrackers rang out at the corner of the street, and the gongs and drums on Wansudae suddenly became a commotion, and the entire street fell into a sea of bustle.

Several opera troupes, whether it is the Cantonese tone of the Guangdong class and the eight-tone class, or the Kunshan dialect and Yiyang dialect of the Yabu and Huabu, all started the play together.

Although the drama only has auspicious dramas such as "Celebrating the Birthday of the Immortals" and "Sending the Son to the Queen of Heaven", it can't stand the excitement, and with the people guarding the Northern Emperor's Palace holding high the wooden carved lacquered gold Fangtian painting halberd, eight-edged golden gourd and other ceremonial guards, the portable shrine also appeared in front of the actors.

At this time, there was a play of playing the god of wealth and the birthday star, unfolding the big red paper scroll in his hand, revealing the auspicious words of "adding officials to the knighthood" and "blessing such as the East China Sea", and a group of "immortals" followed the chief salute: "The little immortals wish the grandfather of the Northern Emperor a boundless life!"

Immediately, the Southern Lion team arranged in advance was in front, and the dragon dance team was behind, dancing to open the way. The palanquins of those temples in various places, some of which opened the way in front and some of which were guarded in the back, were all put on a posture.

These temples also have their own people dressed up as various gods and ghosts, singing and dancing, and acting as guards for the lords of their respective temples.

There are also those who pretend to be Zhong Kui and Zhong Xiaomei, there are also those who pretend to be cloth bag monks, and there are also eight immortals who cross the sea and learn scriptures from the west, pretending to be an old man riding a donkey, pretending to be a lame beggar, pretending to be a monkey and a pig, and pretending to be an old monk wearing a Pilu hat.

In the Wanzhen Temple of the City God's Terrace, a group of eight generals such as Xiaodao Tong and Xianghuo Dao people were sent to pretend to be black impermanence Fan Wusu and white impermanence Xie Bi'an, but they happened to make a show with the little monks who pretended to be the king of the earth and the cow head and horse face.

There are also famous handsome young people in the neighborhood who look like women, pretending to be Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian, Cui Yingying and Zhang Sheng, and playing Liu Cuicui and Yueming monks.

Looking at the past along the way, it was the gods, ghosts and mortals, so naturally gathered in one place, and it was not clear what was sacred and solemn and what was soft and red.

On both sides of the road, merchants, households, and some families are lined up at the front of the door to open incense tables, offering water and wine, pig's head, whole chicken, whole fish, mountain-like honey offerings, and snacks.

There are also some broad people, but also directly on the offering table on the Ruyi, Yushanzi, ivory Buddha, self-striking bell and other treasures, not so much for the gods, but for the rich.

There are several times a year like this, and the wealth of Foshan Town can be seen.

But on the other hand, in order to maintain such a rich and prosperous peaceful scene, it is also necessary to work hard to maintain the bottom!

With this god out on the road, the surging crowds along the way are enough to toss all the hands of several yamen in Foshan Town to exhaustion, stepping on shoes, squeezing out hats, and losing fans and purses are all trivial, the girl was rubbed with oil, and the child was lost, and I don't know how many cases will come out this day.

Even such things as Xiucai Gong being squeezed into the dung pit have been equally uncommon over the years.

Just by relying on the officials headed by the Yamen, these things are only a general appearance, but this year is slightly different.

The data flow in the eyes of the female warrior Su Che flashed, and she pointed due east: "The target has found that it is over there, Peter, Luke, let's go!" just clean up the guys in Foshan Town, so soon there will be thieves in Guangzhou City to settle down, let these guys know that Foshan Town is a place that can't tolerate fishing!"

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Foshan is rich, there are fewer farmers, but there are more craftsmen, on this day, all kinds of workshops have stopped, so that everyone can bring the family out to see the excitement.

Although there were no silver coins to set up at the door to welcome the gods, everyone changed into clean, unpatched clothes, and their purses were full of copper coins. Although you can't go up to the Hero Tower, the snack stalls on the side of the road cost hundreds of dollars, which is enough for the bitter men to get drunk and full.

The vendors, who carried baskets and burdens, went around the crowd and sold all kinds of food and fruit. Even the shops along the street have hung up their reward cards, and there are even small businessmen who have just arrived in Foshan from other places, who have never seen such a lively scene in the interior?

On the waterways around Foshan, there are some people of status in the city of Guangzhou, who hired a number of Pearl River flower boats, with famous boat girls and girls' school books, crowded on the bow of the boat, looking at the grand and incomparably grand escort team of the Northern Emperor and pointing. It's just that this year is still the time when etiquette is the strictest after all, that is, the boat lady and the girls' school book who do the skin and meat business, and they all wrap themselves tightly in big clothes, and the thin and small three-inch golden lotus can't walk, so she can only sit on the bow of the boat shyly and timidly, covering her face with a fan, and pretending to be delicate.

Whether it is to worship the gods or open the mountain, it is not the most important thing for everyone, it can only be regarded as a beginning, so that the richest place in the most closed empire in the turbulent world at the end of the eighteenth century, is immersed in a dream of cooking oil and flowers, and is so drunk that they do not want to wake up.

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At this time, as the best commanding height in Foshan Town, the hero tower was also full of people. Unlike other places, this hero is upstairs, and now there are more people in the rivers and lakes.

Those ordinary martial artists were all driven downstairs, on the top floor, in addition to the heads of Dinghu Villa, Siping Gun Gate, and Jade Emperor Temple, the heads of several big dart bureaus in Guangdong were also neatly arranged, and all of them were absent.

These people have been mixed with the rivers and lakes for a long time, and if they stick to the hair, they are better than monkeys, and they only occasionally gossip at the moment, but they don't mention the words "Daohai Zongyuan" at all.

They don't mention it, they can't stand the martial artists below and even the disciples they brought out themselves.

From the very beginning, the heroes downstairs were filled with surprises, inhales, cheers, and admiration.

"This is the Beidi Tournament in Foshan Town? It's so prosperous, so rich, I'm afraid it's Guangzhou City, and it can't be compared, right?"

This is a disciple of Dinghu Villa who just followed Ren Tianpeng out, and this time when he arrived in Foshan, it was really like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and he felt dizzying.

When a runner from the Guangzhou Dart Bureau heard this, he couldn't help but tilt his eyes: "What kind of country brain? Guangzhou City is also comparable to Foshan Town?"

This sentence caused people on both sides to look at each other angrily, but they didn't do anything.

Only on the inner cabinet, where the tent should stand, but there was a bald, wide-mouthed Humpty Dumpty man, who smiled kindly and penetratedly: "A few people, just watch the excitement, and don't make trouble for the trumpet." ”

This was said with a hint of threat, but none of the martial arts people who were accustomed to seeing blood in the rivers and lakes dared to answer.

At the beginning, it wasn't that no one wanted to make trouble in this hero building, and the short and fat bald shopkeeper didn't put it in their eyes.

The bald shopkeeper didn't pay attention to their strange words, but just cooed and laughed, walked up to the characters who wanted wine and food, picked up a bamboo chopstick, and wrote on the hardwood table:

"The small shop is open for business, and the prices of the wine and food are clearly marked, so you can take a good look at it - a jar of 50 taels of silver for a good Jinhua wine, a 10 taels of silver for a roast chicken, and a plate of salted soybeans for a plate ......"

While announcing the name of the dish, the bald shopkeeper kept keeping his hands, only to see bamboo chopsticks like knives, leaving half-inch-deep nicks on the hardwood table, and wood shavings splashing everywhere.

This obvious offer to grab money, coupled with the hard work that everyone is ashamed of, immediately suppressed this group of martial arts people, no one dared to really cause trouble, everyone didn't dare to ask for wine, and they didn't dare to ask for tea, they just drank white water tastelessly, and they were addicted.

However, when these people saw the team of the Northern Emperor on patrol, they still couldn't resist the nature of human beings who love to join in the fun, and they all looked up at the street one by one.

While watching, I admired, but these rough people don't have anything serious in their mouths.

"I want it, I really want it, that little girl in white looks really good, but it's a pity that her feet are bigger and she has no taste!"

"You Sichuan guy really has no knowledge, where is it a woman's house, you still boast of the secret weapon, why can't you see the protruding Adam's apple?

"Didn't you say that there was a Taoist priest, who opened the mountain today, why didn't you see such people coming out?"

There are also self-proclaimed knowledgeable characters who immediately pick up the words: "Open the mountain, open a fart mountain, Taoist priests, I have to chant in the temple to beat Jiao, this Northern Emperor out of the patrol but the officials and the old men have to escort out, what does he have to do? He is also the head of Wudang Mountain, and he has the name of a Taoist official." ”

Some of them couldn't hold back their excitement, but they also got into the team, humming a small tune and jumping up: "Little widow, I have no spirit, I think that the slave family is miserable, and after passing the door, I committed a white skirt, and I died of this person in charge......

Just sang a few words, and saw that the hero's own division commander leaned out upstairs and shouted angrily: "Don't be ashamed, don't let me get back!"

More people were looking at the welcoming procession, and whispered to exchange new rumors on the rivers and lakes: "Eh, it's amazing, when we came, those heads that hung out didn't have them?

"I haven't heard of this fierce and this cross, I haven't heard of it during the Qianlong period! But which official's hand is this, if the official does it, our dart bureau will not be unable to hear the slightest rumor!"

"Who told you that it was done by the government? I heard that there are a few small hairy children, some of whom use guns and sticks, and some of whom use hidden weapons......

"Gun? Siping Gun Gate doesn't have this ability, isn't it Nan Shaolin?"

"Nan Shaolin is very injured, and no one under the door has this kung fu!"

"It's not Southern Shaolin, it can't be the Red Flower Society, right?"

"Silence! The Red Flower Society is far away in the Western Regions, how can there be such a long hand...... You don't eat dart games, don't you know, these big masters have amazing artistic achievements, and there are many of them who tend to be extremely good at home and abroad! Even Feng Tiannan of the Five Tigers Sect is only on par with them. ”

"But the Five Tigers Sect destroyed the door in a daze, this ground, this thing, is it really the Taoist priest who did it?"

"Who knows, this matter, speaking of which, is not the ruling power of the elders above everyone? ”

Speaking of which, everyone couldn't help but feel a little chilly, so they had to look away and look at the procession that greeted the gods.

These disciples are enjoying themselves here, and the heroes are upstairs, and the Puxiang Daoist of the Jade Emperor Temple also exchanged glances with Ren Tianpeng of Dinghu Villa, and said some nonsense to each other that outsiders listened to without nutrition:

"Master Ren, the gift has been prepared?"

Puxiang Daoren's words were ordinary questions, but Ren Tianpeng heard a trace of imperceptible anxiety from his words. Ren Tianpeng wiped the sweat on his head, nodded his head and said with pain: "I have prepared it, I spent three taels of silver to buy a jar of thirty-year-old Huiquan wine in the winery, and replaced it with a set of wine glasses and wine jugs from Longquan kiln, which can be regarded as passable." ”

When Puxiang Daoren heard this answer, he smiled with satisfaction: "In the end, he is still the owner of the village, and he is really thoughtful, no better than the poor Dao, who is a monk, and can only take a fresh fruit as a congratulatory gift. ”

However, his last sentence finally brought a hint of hatred and murder: "I just don't know if this Wei Daoyou, whether he is a blessed person or not, can he withstand the immortal fruit of Poor Dao?"