Chapter 654 Opening
Chapter 655 Opening the Forum
"call……"
The river is wide and boundless.
On the Temple of Heaven, Liang Qu lay on his back, opened his mouth and let out a breath of hot air. The white mist drifted away against the river wind.
The sky was overcast, and not even a ray of sunlight could be seen.
Even if the dark clouds were dispersed and the ship headed north, it would not take long before it came to new waters and was covered again, but it was all in vain.
"Mr. Lan, it looks like it's going to snow today. Do you want to continue to bask in the sun?"
"Dry it." Lan Jicai sat on a small bench, pushed aside half a guava, pinched the peel and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering, "Whenever it snows, you come down."
Half of the guava was not eaten, and heavy snow fell.
Just in time.
Liang Qu turned over and fell down, patting away the ice crystals on his shoulders: "Mr. Lan, why do you need to bask in the sun while sitting in the Temple of Heaven? Are there really any benefits?"
After being exposed to the sun for six consecutive days, the Temple of Heaven is still the same Temple of Heaven, and Liangqu is still the same Liangqu.
Practicing the "Body Consciousness Method" made Liang Qu extremely sensitive to his own changes. He had never felt that sitting on the Temple of Heaven and basking in the sun would help him in any way. He simply asked if there was any special purpose, so he would disperse the heavy snow and go back to continue. sun.
"It's no use."
"No use?"
Liang Qu stared.
Lan Jicai said without hesitation: "Aren't you a fisherman? Don't you worship God before going out to fish?"
"..."
"I once went back to the South China Sea to observe the stars at night and explore the strange phenomena of heaven and earth. I accidentally got lost on the way and drifted to an island. I was trying to find someone to ask for directions, but I discovered something interesting."
"What's the fun?"
"There is only a small barbarian tribe of a few thousand people on the island. Most of the islanders make a living by fishing. There is an inner lake in the center of the island. The products are very stable. You can find fish wherever you go.
However, the quantity and quality of fish in the inner lake are average, so fishermen sometimes need to go out to sea to catch fish to make a living.
Before going out to sea to fish, the islanders sing, dance, kneel and kowtow, recite an impromptu congratulation and pray to God.
On the other hand, when fishing is the same, when fishermen on the island go to the inner lake, they never make so many messy things. "
"The so-called bathing and burning incense cannot be eaten randomly..."
Liang Qu thought that the food in recent days was bland and tasteless.
Not only are onions, garlic, and chili not included in the food, but seasonings, soy sauce, and just a pinch of salt are also not allowed.
Fade out as a bird.
"Same."
"Understood."
Liang Qu was speechless.
Do it again and again, it's a superstitious activity.
Fishing at sea is full of uncertainty—sometimes you catch many and big fish, sometimes you come up empty-handed, and you might be in danger of being caught in a storm.
Going to Neihu is different, it is safe and stable, and the islanders are used to it.
Therefore, the so-called singing and dancing have nothing to do with God. They are simply fishermen who want to do something to intervene in the uncertainty.
Misattribution of factors that were part of previous success.
It's not entirely useless.
Extra points for psychological suggestion.
Liang Qu estimated that most of the people who sat on the altar in the past had a trick of bathing and burning incense to show the kindness of the Holy Emperor.
Unexpectedly, the effect of sitting on the altar was coincidentally good, so he attributed the success factor to his piety, spread the news, and the Holy Emperor was very happy. It gradually became a tradition, and those who followed continued to add bricks and mortar, adding complicated etiquette.
Bells and whistles.
The sky was full of wind and snow, and a thin layer of white frost accumulated on the deck.
Liang Qu peeled off the thin ice frozen on the edge of the boat and pushed it into the river as he walked.
To eliminate the wind and snow.
Go back to sleep.
The next day.
The wind was beautiful, the sky was clear, and half of the mist on the canal was gone. The building boat crossed Lanzhou. Unlike heading west, it turned into the port and headed north, sailing in the middle of the channel.
Boom!
Thin ice fell to the deck and shattered.
The soldiers cleared away the accumulated frost and snow on the deck and the Temple of Heaven.
Yang Xu, Lu Gang and others looked up.
Figures swayed on the mast.
Lan Jicai dipped a wicker stick in snow water and sprinkled it in the center of the Temple of Heaven. Then he jumped into the window and pinched a piece of cinnabar talisman paper between his fingers.
"Use the blood of your index finger to trace the pattern on the talisman paper to the center of the Temple of Heaven. Remember, it doesn't matter where you start writing. The key is to finish it in one go, without any breaks, and connect the end to the end."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lan."
Liang Qu took the talisman paper and calmly determined the path. He cut his index finger with a green wolf and sketched the pattern with one stroke.
At the moment when the patterns were connected end to end, blood light bloomed, and the Temple of Heaven, which was gently swaying due to the elevated structure, came to a complete stop, as if the entire wooden frame was connected into one, turning into a straight and integrated column mast.
The light of the jade on the altar was scattered.
It’s different.
The temple of heaven in front of me is like waking up from a dream. It is no longer a simple dead thing, but full of life.
Liang Qu's "sitting on the altar" before was absolutely different from what he is doing now.
"Okay, let's sit on the altar and concentrate on feeling the qi of the Temple of Heaven. If you grasp it, you will be able to synesthesia."
"How long will it take?"
"A few hours, a few days, it's all possible. In short, it won't be too fast or too slow. Just sit on it and feel it. Someone will take care of everything for you, so you don't have to worry."
Lan Jicai said the next sentence, climbed out of the mast and slid all the way to the deck.
Take another look at the vast river.
Liang Qu cut off his thoughts and sat cross-legged on the altar.
As soon as I entered meditation, I felt no different from sitting on the altar before. A strong and sharp breath came out of the altar and enveloped my whole body.
Body, mind, heart, and blood gradually sit and become quiet.
Jiang Feng Hao Hao.
Everyone slowed down their breathing unconsciously, for fear of disturbing Liang Qu's sitting on the altar.
Don't say there is no grievance, if someone makes a mistake and hinders Liang Qu's breakthrough, the Holy Emperor will be the first to be furious.
Lan Jicai watched for a while, then turned around and entered the cabin. When he came out, he was already with several colleagues in blue robes, holding two large clay pots in his arms.
Yang Xu withdrew his gaze, raised his hands and asked.
"Mr. Lan, I wonder if I can ask, who is the true spirit of the Martial Saint in the Temple of Heaven?"
"Yandong Jun."
"Yandongjun?"
"You are young and have never heard that this is normal. He died more than a hundred years ago and before I started my career, Yan Dongjun was a close friend of Taizu. He never married and lived alone. He was especially good at using a spear.
When he was traveling around the world, he once shot and killed a Beiting Khan who lived in the same country. He was famous for his fame. However, there were talented people in every generation. After several generations, ashes will return to ashes and soil will return to soil. All the old people who remember him have long since died.
Doesn't Liang Xiaozi use a spear as his daily companion? I saw that he had been brought on board the ship, and there were all records in Nanzhili, so the imperial court simply allocated Yan Dongjun's Temple of Heaven.
The person sitting on the altar has some similarities with the real spirit of the Temple of Heaven, so the compatibility will be higher, and the time when the gods and humans are induced will also increase by three points. "
"I see."
"Yandong Jun, I am somewhat impressed."
Long Binglin spoke up.
"You?" Lan Jicai was suspicious and immediately realized, "Oh yes, you are a dragon. I remembered that Yan Dongjun's spear was named Scale Dragon. It seems that it was forged by Jianghuai Dragon Lord?"
"There are records in the ethnic group that Lord Long once forged Xuanbing for Lord Yan using water forging, and it was a rare and powerful weapon in the world."
"No wonder..."
"call!"
"call!"
The cold wind was getting stronger, and everyone suddenly heard the sound of breathing. The breathing was so slight at first that it was almost undetectable. After a while, it was loud and overwhelming, overwhelming the river wind.
There were strong winds and waves on the river, and the ship that was running smoothly swayed slightly, but the Temple of Heaven stood still.
This is……
Xu Zishuai came to the side of the boat, and the whole river was surging with waves, splashing with layers of water!
"Good boy, the resonance is so fast?!"
Lan Jicai was greatly surprised.
