The sacrifice at the end of each year is a very sacred event, so choose the day and the hour. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today is undoubtedly a good time to hold the festival, because the witches of the tribe have been divining with the bones of fierce beasts for some time.

The sky was clear, and a full moon hung high above the large rocks where the tribe lived, emitting wisps of white moonlight.

After all the people in the tribe had put their offerings on them, they all stood behind the witch and waited for the time of worship. Today's Wu is also dressed in a costume, wearing a snow-white robe made of unknown animal fur, and a feather coat woven with countless colored feathers on the outside, wearing a feather crown made of many colored gems and feathers on his head, and two long feathers go straight to the sky, just like the two feathers on Sun Wukong's head, and the hand is replaced with a different cane from the last time he worshiped the ancestral god, the head of the staff is the skull of an unknown animal, and the body of the staff is also made of animal bones.

The two eye holes of the skull are inlaid with two blue round gemstones, which emit a royal blue glow in the night, which looks a little scary.

The night is getting deeper, the moon and stars are sparse, and everything is quiet.

Gongliang looked up at the bright moon in the sky, the moon here seemed to be brighter than he had seen before, and the moon shadow in that month was not as much as he had seen before, so thick. It's so round, I think it should be fifteen. He suddenly remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival in the past, when he would always buy some moon cakes with puff pastry mung bean filling, make a pot of Wuyi rock tea, and eat moon cakes while watching the moon while tasting tea. At that time, he felt that if life was like this, what more could his husband ask for.

It's just that now, the person is no longer that person, and this month is not the hometown month. Thinking about it, people can't help but sigh.

The year-end sacrifice is a very sacred thing, which is not only a thank you to the ancestral god for blessing the tribe this year, but also a hope and plea for the ancestral god to be able to protect the tribe as always.

Wu stood at the front, followed by the chief and second leader of the tribe, followed by the tribal warriors and clansmen. Everyone just stood quietly, waiting for the time to come. For a moment, there was silence. In this solemn situation, even the most mischievous children in the tribe obediently waited on the side.

In the middle of the moon, the witch who had been standing there moved.

He raised his hands in the air, looked up in the direction of the ancestral temple, and chanted a high-pitched and inexplicable mystical note. This voice is vast and far-reaching, pointing directly at the soul and making people clear. All the distractions in the heart, in the mind, and in the body are thrown away in an instant.

The mystical notes are long and long, echoing for a long time.

The high-pitched notes seemed to consume most of Wu's strength, and then the voice became gentle and soft. At the sound of his chanting, the cluster of blue and purple flames in the middle of the stone pillar of the Great Stone Inner Ancestor Temple began to jump and roll.

The flames slowly grew larger and began to spread out in all directions, and the flames rose higher and higher, gradually spreading to the edges of the thick stone pillars, covering the hollow parts above. At the same time, another virtual flame gradually detached from the flame.

The flame slowly changed from virtual to real, becoming clearer and clearer, and gradually two burning flames formed. They are both connected and belong to each other, and they look very strange.

It's far from over.

The flames that separated began to separate into a cluster of flames under the chanting of the witch, standing on top of the two flames, forming the word "Yan" as the flame totem believed by the Yanbu people.

After the three clusters of flames were separated, the power of the flames was dispersed, and it appeared a little thin.

At this time, Wu's chanting suddenly became high-pitched, and his body began to dance rhythmically the ancient tribal dance inherited from ancient times.

As he jumped, the chief and second leaders of the tribe who had been following him also danced, and then the warriors of the tribe behind them also danced with them, and sang a reckless ancient song. The old man of the tribe next to him picked up the leather drum and responded with a special rhythm, guiding their movements, and the warriors of the tribe also struck the ground with bones and spears.

Gradually, the adult men and women of the tribe joined in, singing and dancing along.

This is an ancient tribal dance inherited from ancient times, and it is also a war dance that symbolizes victory.

For a time, the chanting of the witch, the reckless ancient song of the tribal warriors, the singing of adult men and women, and the sound of the leather drums of the old men of the tribe, the bones of the warriors, the spears and other things were recombined into a new music, although it was not gorgeous, but it was very simple and touching.

Gongliang had seen this situation once, that is, the last time the tribal warriors had hunted enough fierce beasts and returned from the sacrifice held in the ancestral temple, but this time it was undoubtedly grander.

With Wu chanting, Gongliang saw what he had seen in the ancestral temple again.

A wisp of green smoke drifted out of the heads of all the beasts behind them, drifting towards the big stone where the tribe lived.

Suddenly, he saw an incredible scene, and his eyes couldn't help but widen. The fireworks that were originally located in the Ancestral God Temple actually floated out of the Ancestral God Temple, and under the injection of the green smoke floating out of the fierce beast, it became bigger and bigger, and it was higher than the big stone.

The flame that floated out of the outside was originally very thin, but under the injection of green smoke floating out of the fierce beast, it suddenly burned fiercely, and in just a moment, the thin flame became very full, strong, powerful, and hot, as if it could burn everything at any time.

At the end of another ancient dance, everyone stopped and bowed down to the ancestral god Yanhuo floating in front of the big stone. For a time, Siye was silent.

At this moment, Wu suddenly looked into the sky and shouted, his voice was high-pitched and distant, as if it could tear through time and space and illuminate the eternals.

As he shouted, the flame of the word "Yan" that appeared in front of the big stone suddenly burst open, splitting into countless sparks and scattering in all directions.

Sparks fell from above like snowflakes and landed on all the tribesmen.

Because the sparks fell from above, Gongliang got some more sparks this time, and one after another sparks fell on his body, and clear streams poured in from the center of his eyebrows, making him clear for a while, and his whole body was comfortable with goosebumps.

After the clear stream flowed all over the body, I opened my eyes, and saw that some of the tribal warriors in front of me were still intoxicated by the energy from the sparks, and the Yan lines on their bodies became vivid, as if they were alive, and some of the warriors couldn't help but roar out after they came to their senses.

Every time the fierce beast is worshipped, the warriors of the tribe will get some power from the sparks that burst into flames from the ancestral god Yan.

It is precisely because of this that the people in the tribe will be so enthusiastic about worshipping the ancestral gods. Otherwise, the beast is not so easy to hunt, there is not enough profit, and no fool will do it.

At the end of the worship, the people of the tribe rushed to present their most precious things to the witch.

Wu smiled and accepted a few people's things, and pushed the rest back.

The next thing is to divide the meat, there are a lot of fierce beasts hunted this year, so the people in the tribe can get some, but these fierce beasts are full of blood and qi in the meat, which is not something that ordinary people can bear. Therefore, when dividing the meat, the warriors of the tribe will tell them that it is best to cook the meat of the fierce beast into soup, and they can only drink one bowl a day, otherwise they will be full of qi and blood, and in serious cases, they may explode and die.