Chapter 208: Flood Dragon!
"No wonder.
Liang Qu stood on the steps and glanced around.
The wind on the river is vast and the flags are flying.
Today is a rare good day, and the entire Shangrao Pier is full of people.
Strong young men shuttled among them to maintain order and prevent anyone from taking advantage of the opportunity to commit petty theft.
There are at least ten thousand people in the entire Yixing Town. Counting those who came from surrounding towns and villages, the number actually exceeds ten thousand. There is no room for them to stand on Qingshi Street. They squeeze into the cracks of the rocks like a tide and crowd every alley.
With such a large number of people, even the low voices of conversation overlapped and formed a frenzy.
The water birds around were so frightened that they did not dare to land on the eaves and hovered in the sky for a long time.
Everyone stood in silence, and the crowd gradually calmed down and became restless.
Each large household took their seats one after another and spread out in order.
There is only one chair at the front, but it is idle at this time. The owner of the chair is standing aside, talking in a low voice with Chen Zhaoan.
Long winding strips of more fragrant white smoke curled up, and the intersection of gray and fragrant smoke shone with starry red light, spreading backwards.
The timekeeping tool used by ordinary people is usually a copper kettle dripper with an arrow shaft erected in the middle and marked with scales. When it is full, just pour water and start again. It is only used on grand occasions to make it more fragrant.
The so-called more fragrant is to add scales to the incense used in daily life and coil it into various shapes. Some can even be burned continuously for several days to more than ten days.
Because it is disposable, it is naturally much more expensive than a copper kettle dripper.
The iron ball hanging from the finer scale of the pillar in front of him was indeed better than the last sacrifice in every aspect. Liang Qu was looking forward to the final feedback.
The red light spread to the thin rope and burned the rope loop.
"sulfuric acid!"
The iron ball fell into the metal plate below, making a crisp sound, and rolled around the edge of the iron plate, with two clear carvings floating on the surface.
Two quarters past noon.
"The time has come."
Chen Zhaoan nodded and turned his head to convey the message.
"Bang the drum."
Chen Tongmin ran down and shouted loudly.
"Bang the drum!"
The shirtless man holding the vertebrae suddenly cheered up, roared loudly, and smashed down his arms vigorously.
Boom!
The sound of drums soared into the sky, and dust swirled in the pillars of light.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The six drums were beating in unison, and the surging sound became louder and louder, becoming more and more heard by Shen Xiong.
The dust on the ground rose up and spread in all directions.
In just a moment, the shirtless man was red all over. He roared again, and the last blow hit the drum head hard. The six strong men stopped beating the drum almost at the same moment.
The voice subsided.
The people present seemed to have just escaped from the thunder and lightning, their ears were buzzing, and they could not hear other sounds for a long time.
"Senior sacrifice!"
The high-pitched voice of the old priest resounded throughout the port.
The drum beat started again, gently and powerfully.
Chen Jiechang took the lead, pulling the four-wheel cart forward step by step, and tied "Lanshou" with ropes.
The onlookers were shocked, but they did not dare to speak for fear of offending the river god.
Lin Songbao and Li Libo followed one after another.
Li Libo was accompanied by several big men from Kongwu, all of whom were warriors in the town, who helped pull the special cart and moved forward slowly.
The strong body of the red beast gave people unparalleled impact and shock. The crowd could no longer bear it and a wave of suppressed uproar broke out.
The three beasts are too heavy, especially the red beast. They can no longer be hung high like pigs, cattle and sheep. They can only lift the sharp knife on a cart.
The red beast's pupils shrank sharply, and he tried his best to struggle but to no avail.
Not a single muscle in his body listened to it, and he could only feel the coldness of the sharp knife against his neck.
The priest had no expression on his face and shouted again.
"prick!"
The three of them stabbed the sharp knife with all their strength and slashed hard, causing blood to flow all over the place.
The rich blood splashed in the air and spread to the entire port along the hot and humid river wind.
Everyone shivered under the scorching sun and held their breath involuntarily, and the atmosphere became increasingly silent.
Blood poured out in waves, filling multiple wooden barrels one after another. This was an unprecedented scene.
The brilliance in the pupils of the three beasts gradually dissipated, and finally turned into a deathly dimness.
The faces of the villagers turned red, and their hearts beat violently stimulated by the smell of blood.
Monster!
A real monster!
died!
"rise!"
Li Libo and the others lifted the barrels, followed the sound of the drums and came to the shore, arranging the barrels one by one.
"fall!"
Buckets of wooden barrels were dumped, and the hot plasma poured out, merged into the water, spread against the tide, and dyed the swamp red.
The blood of the spirits attracts a large number of carnivorous fish, which jump endlessly, making it a spectacular sight.
Hearing the sound of splashing water, countless people suppressed the surging excitement and excitement in their hearts.
"Wu Jin resets!"
Five gongs sounded.
Several shamans walked to both sides of the altar, singing sacrificial songs and dancing unknown weird dances. This time, there was no vibrato.
It's your turn.
Liang Qu was well dressed and holding a long piece of wood.
"Priest, okay!"
Clang! Clang! Clang
Nine gongs echoed, and the roar was endless.
The musician raised the brass trumpet, and the large cowhide drum was struck by the large vertebrae.
All eyes are on you.
Liang Qu took one step forward.
The river wind was powerful, carrying a mist of white mist rushing from the river surface. It was as thick as spilled milk, covering the bluestone slabs.
Many people were at a loss and inexplicably surprised.
Take two steps out.
The white mist boiled and surged up, covering everyone's ankles in an instant and spreading in all directions.
Surprise turned into shock, and whispers sounded under the altar.
Three steps.
Four steps.
One step at a time.
Liang Qu stepped forward in all directions with extraordinary prowess. Under the gaze of thousands of people, he slowly climbed the steps along the central axis of the altar.
Every time you climb the steps, the thick fog rises one level until it reaches everyone's waist, making the whole Shangrao feel like they are in a fairyland!
This...what's going on?
Chen Zhaoan was stunned.
Tang Zutao and Lin Yao, the two hall owners, took a step back, and the benches scraped against the stone slabs, making a harsh friction sound.
Everyone lowered their heads in disbelief, their emotions surging like the white mist in front of them.
fog!
It's getting foggy!
At three quarters of noon, when Yang Qi is at its strongest, it actually started to get foggy!
The priest's legs trembled.
Thousands of people offered sacrifices, but he took them indifferently.
He was slightly frightened by the sacrifice to the spirits.
A fog was created out of thin air, and after living for more than sixty years, I have seen and heard nothing!
Strong emotions surged into his heart, and the priest fell to his knees with a thud, tears streaming down his face.
"River God Dayue! Appeared! Really appeared!"
One stone stirred up thousands of waves and instantly resonated with the villagers.
This fairyland must be the appearance of the river god!
"A spirit has appeared! It's the God of the Jianghuai River who has appeared!"
"The river god appears! The river god appears!"
"The river god bless me!"
Countless people knelt down, and the huge sound waves piled up one after another, converging into a terrifying wave!
Tang Zutao stared at Liang Qu on the altar, then looked sideways at Lin Yao, his eyes shaking.
Lin Yao noticed Tang Zutao's movements and shook his head slightly.
As galloping martial arts masters, the two of them could not be easily deceived like the ignorant villagers, but they could not figure out how the spectacle before them was caused.
Could it be that the gods of the Jianghuai River really appeared?
The power of nature cannot be underestimated by Master Zhenxiang.
The two of them inevitably felt a sense of awe in their hearts. They looked at the villagers kneeling around them and bowed down as well.
Liang Qu stood in front of the altar table and waited for a while. He didn't hear the priest shouting, so he lowered his head slightly and realized it.
The little old man didn't know when he fell to the ground, huddled in a ball, trembling and sobbing.
Overdone...
He looked at Li Libo and others who were also kneeling beside him.
Noticing Liang Qu's gaze, Lin Songbao was the smartest person. He bowed and ran quickly to the old priest.
"Master Priest, it's time to burn incense. Otherwise, it would be disrespectful if you miss the time!"
One word awakens the dreamer.
"Yes, yes, don't waste the time."
The priest nodded repeatedly, stood up with the help of Lin Songbao, wiped away his tears and shouted.
"Twist incense!"
Liang Qu breathed a sigh of relief, lit incense with charcoal, and bent down to insert it into the incense burner.
"Sacrifice wine!"
The wine collided with the wall of the glass, sparkling in the sunlight.
"Ode, sacrificial text!"
"The Jianghuai River is above, and I borrow the land of Yixing Town. I am close to the water of the river. In order to inherit the people's wishes and gather the people's hopes, I lead the people to worship in front of you and present this memorial..."
"Chaos first opened, and there was heaven and earth. The sky was like the sun and the moon, and the earth was like rivers and rivers..."
The river is flat for thousands of miles, and the waves are rising.
The sky and the earth are vast, and there are lingering sounds.
Long-sleeved hunting, tall and tall.
[Sacrifice to the Huaijiang River, extremely pious, river favor +0.97]
The deepest part of Jianghuai Daze.
A pair of eyes as bright as the scorching sun suddenly opened.
