I saw that a few more disciples took out a few bundles of finely chopped firewood from their backpacks, and very quickly set up a firewood pile of considerable scale on the east side of the field, and then the disciples holding the fire cut the flint and prepared the torches, and stood beside the firewood. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Li Chengliang looked at this configuration, and immediately thought that this was the "Taigao" sacrificial ritual that he had recorded and seen in the book, but it was Confucian, so he began to look at the unique "Taigao" etiquette of this ink pavilion with a fresh face. To say that the sacrificial rites of this "Taigao" are the rituals of sacrificing to the emperor recorded in the "Zhou Rites", which were slightly downgraded after the Han Dynasty respected Confucianism and refined the ritual system, but still maintained a high political status. Li Chengliang scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks to recall the records of the "Tai Prison" ceremony in the Confucian classics and whether there was such a situation in the Mo classics, the answer is obvious, according to the Confucian specifications, non-imperial generals cannot afford to be "too fast", and the Mo Pavilion has no record of the sacrifice, as if it is more consistent with the changes of the world and the practices of the people.

Just when Li Chengliang was wondering, he saw Chu Boyi take out a jade pendant from his arms, hold it with both hands, and gently put it on the pair of firewood, and then ordered the disciples holding torches on both sides, only to see the fire flickering, and the fire rose to the sky in an instant. Fortunately, there is a lot of sand and rocks on the shore of this lake, and there is no vegetation, otherwise the fire would have been blown by the wind, and as soon as the trees all over the mountains and fields were set aside, everyone would have confessed here.

Bai Mosheng glanced at Li Chengliang, and Song Chi quickly stood beside Chu Boyi, Yue Xiangjun, Lu Xun, Wei Han, and Yi Tianping stepped up side by side and stood behind Chu Boyi and the others, Li Chengliang received Bai Mosheng's eyes, not panicked, and took a few steps to get closer, and stood side by side with them before Yi Tianping and the others stood still. The rest of the disciples also stood in line according to their seniority, while Mu Zhan and Xie Huaiyuan stood on the south side of the large group, facing sideways at the burning pyres and the tombs on the shore of the lake.

The breeze on the lake's edge caressed the flames, making a "whirring" sound of breaking through the air, mixed with the crackling sound of firewood exploding. The fire was slightly smaller, and a wisp of purple smoke lingered in the center of the firewood pile, Song Chi raised his legs and stepped up, and muttered in a low voice: "Respect the Eastern Emperor Taiyi, the auspicious day is good, and Mu will enjoy the emperor." Fu Chang sword Xi Yuer, loud and loud. Yao Xi Yu Yao, Xi Qiongfang. Hui cuisine steamed orchid, lay cinnamon wine and pepper pulp. Raising the drums, holding the drumsticks in his hands and beating the drums violently, soothing the festival and singing, Chen Zhu advocated it. The spirit is full of beautiful clothes, and the room is full of flowers. The five tones are complicated, and Jun Xinxi is happy. ”

Accompanied by Song Chi's chanting, the disciple who had prepared the sharp blade dragged the calf and the lamb, and the knife fell in his hand, hitting the vital point of the bloody throat, "poof" with fishy blood sprayed on the gradually fading firelight, the crisp sound of "Zizi" was released, the already not too vigorous flame was extinguished by the scarlet blood, and wisps of green smoke floated up, lingering with the purple smoke, straight into the sky.

Bai Mosheng raised his legs and stepped forward: "In ancient times, I invited the Taiyi god to carry the fortune of the people according to the will of heaven, and now I invite the Taiyi god to follow the will of the people and follow the fortune of the heavens." Pour the wine and ask the gods to appreciate it. ”

After Bai Mosheng finished speaking, the disciple who came to his side from the back row handed Bai Mosheng an azure porcelain pot to Bai Mosheng, Bai Mosheng took it with both hands, and the left and right hands were flat, and the liquid in the bottle was slowly scattered into the ground from north to south, and the black liquid with amber light seeped into the ground with a hint of wine.

Chu Boyi raised his legs and stepped forward: "The ambition of Chengtian, please put the ancestors on the ghosts, the soul returns, and the chivalrous courage lasts forever~"

Chu Bo said that the disciples who had bled the calves and lambs quickly peeled off their furs, and at the end of the standing line, a handful of disciples who were dressed in coarse linen clothes and did not participate in the sacrificial row had already set up a firewood stove, on which were placed two small tripods, which were not bronze but iron. The skinned calves and lambs were thrown into the boiling water, but the tea was almost boiled, and the aroma of meat lingered in the field, quickly entering the nose of Li Chengliang, who was rumbling with hunger.

Holding back the appetite in his heart, Li Chengliang continued to watch this "sacrifice", Moge's set of sacrificial rituals is obviously to borrow the name of "Taijiao" in the Zhou ceremony, and only follow the procedures of burning jade pendants and slaughtering cattle and sheep, and the etiquette in the mouth is Qu Yuan's "Nine Songs", inviting the ancient Taiyi gods, and finally looking at this posture is to cook the cattle and sheep and add them to the firewood pile to burn, which is really adhering to the earliest Mo Zhai's "Tianzhi" and "Ming Ghost".

Li Chengliang was thinking rebelliously in his heart, and the busy disciples had already hurriedly put the boiled cattle and sheep out of the tripod, placed them on the extinguished firewood pile, poured fire oil again, and lit the flames.

Chu Boyi said again: "Please pay tribute to the ancestors, and the younger generations will remember Chu Boyi." ”

Song Chi answered: "All the disciples bow three times. ”

After saying that, the disciples swept their sleeves, knelt on their knees, bowed to the east three times, and then rose up with their sleeves and stood with their arches. Li Chengliang followed everyone to complete a set of movements, endured the pain of being choked by the sand and stones from his knees, and tried his best to maintain his demeanor as the owner of incense.

After some movements, Chu Boyi waved his hand to invite Mu Zhan and Xie Huaiyuan, the two of them agreed, walked quickly to the fire, and bowed, Xie Huaiyuan took a handful of paper money from the hands of the accompanying disciples of the beggar gang, these were prepared to be scattered or burned, but he didn't expect the ritual of the ink pavilion to be like this, and it was not good to look at the posture and then follow the customs etiquette, so he threw it into the fire one by one, simply burned it, and talked about it.

After about 20 minutes of cooking, the oil gradually burned out, and the aroma of cooked meat in the field also went through the process of stewing to barbecue to burnt taste, and Li Chengliang's appetite was gradually exhausted in the process of this taste change.

After the ceremony, Chu Boyi ordered a few disciples to stay and clean up the venue, and turned around to beckon Song Chi, Bai Mosheng and the others to return.

This time, Li Chengliang had a long heart, hurriedly came to Bai Mosheng's side, and asked in a low voice: "Master, why is our ritual like this? It is different from the rules of watching the people when the apprentice was a child, this is inheriting the ancient heritage?"

Bai Mosheng smiled slightly: "This ritual of the Ink Pavilion was formulated by the ancestor of the Fu Sect in the early years of this dynasty, and the specific reason is not known now, but it has been passed down for more than a hundred years. So you can see that the surrounding area of the tombs is very clean. Your performance today is good, and not informing you in advance of the content and procedures of the ritual is a part of your adaptability to test the school that you Chu Bo and I agreed, yes, we can really rest assured that you can lead your troops to Sichuan. ”

Only then did Li Chengliang understand that today's brainless ritual was because of the regulations that a master didn't know when, and the same because the master wanted to test himself, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Master, you are too worried about me." ”

Bai Mosheng said with a serious face: "How can you not be worried, especially this morning, a disciple sent an urgent report, about Yemeng Villa and Jinyue Tower. ”