~.<  >-~    In February, the snow is growing, dead trees sprout, and spring is gradually coming. The customs of Fusang are different, but generally the people hold various spring festivals.
The tradition of Hebu County is to worship mountain gods. Every spring, it will continue to pray for mountain gods to protect them and this year's harvest.
The wind blows, bringing the breath of spring. The river water flows tinkles, people flowing and coming and going, but they all deliberately avoid the river water. It is now spring, the snow has just melted, and the river water is full of biting cold, which is not worse than winter at all.
The people of Kabu County came and went, carrying the things and materials needed for sacrifices. In the distance, a huge shrine stood with the breath of shinto.
The people here are used to it. Under the command of some priests, they traveled in an orderly manner. Several shops at the foot of the mountain took this opportunity to drink the things they sold.
The people all walked up the steps, went up the mountain to worship God, and asked for peace and blessing.
There is a wooden box outside the statue on the mountainside, and the people are more or less donating money inside.
At the foot of the mountain, two priests worshipped the mountain god and were waiting. A village chief ran over and bowed and said, "Sir, the bonfire is ready. We can go downstairs to celebrate the mountain god in the evening."
When the two priests heard this, one of them said, "Six Tsar, you have done a good job and God will bless you!"
"Hi!" The village chief responded and retreated. He was not a warrior, only his name but no surname.
The shrine allows kowtow to worship and add incense, but there are too many people during the spring festival and it is really impossible to supply it. Therefore, the customs here are that people go to the shrine to worship and pray for blessings, and once it is completed, they will retire.
You can't get over the noise and disturb the mountain god. The real celebration is to celebrate around a bonfire at the foot of the mountain.
God rests in peace on the mountain, and the people celebrate at the foot of the mountain. This is the custom here.
The people came one after another, and kept praying for blessings to the mountain. They had already prayed down the mountain, waiting for the bonfire to celebrate at night.
Every year at this time, the priests will take out a certain amount of money from the box and buy food for everyone to eat and drink. According to their meaning, this is God's reward, but in fact it is only a small part of the donation.
In this way, more and more people gathered below, and it was very lively. Some even set up small stalls to sell. Some small shopping malls also rushed over.
At this moment, a young warrior slowly came over, and two sword-holding samurai behind him followed with swords. His every move unintentionally revealed a cold light, which made people frightened.
In this dense crowd, when you encounter these three people, you can get out of the long open space and look at these three people from time to time.
The two priests at the foot of the mountain were always paying attention to the movements of the crowd. They worshiped God, and this sacrifice had a responsibility and could not cause trouble. At this moment, a young man ran over and said to the priest: "Sir, a samurai came downstairs. Following the two samurai, they went up the mountain, saying that they would kneel down to worship the mountain god and pray for peace."
"Oh? This is normal. It is not a strange thing for the samurai to believe in my god." The priest said inadvertently.
Fusang gods are mixed. It is very normal for warriors to believe in gods and pray for protection and destination.
"The warriors believe in my god, which means that the shrine is becoming more and more prosperous, so you don't have to make a fuss." The second priest said lightly.
"But sir, the two samurai followers, look very ferocious!" The young man was still a little unwilling to give in and made a statement.
"I understand! You go down, don't think too much!" said the priest.
The young man stepped down and stepped out when he saw this.
On the mountain road, Wang Cunye walked forward, and two samurai followed him, and when he reached the mountainside, he looked up and looked up. The shrine was right in front of him, and "Torii" appeared.
"Torii" is a wooden door-shaped archway with a very simple shape. In Shinto, it is the gate between the divine realm and the human realm. Walking through Torii, you enter the divine realm.
When the two warriors saw each other, they were all in awe. After passing this line, Wang Cunye's heart moved, and a black light flashed and disappeared, and his magical power disappeared.
According to the rules, the three of them went to the pool in front, cleaned their hands with a long-handled wooden spoon, and then went to the shrine where the roof was raised to worship. According to the rules, Wang Cunye took out a silver verdict, threw it into the donation box, bowed twice, and slapped the high fives. Shinto believed that this could get the attention of God.
Bow and pray for a few seconds.
There is a statue of god inside. This statue is not simple. A red spiritual light rushed out, and a god attached to it, swallowing and spitting out the faith of all people, cultivating and respiring.
Wang Cunye calmly took out his usual small judgment again, threw it in, and bowed one after another, bowed one after another, and took a step back in three steps, as if he was stepping on a strange rhythm. After doing these things, Wang Cunye retreated to the back.
No one noticed that with the three steps, three golden talismans were posted on the inconspicuous place. Only after it was completed did Wang Cunye have the intention to carefully look at the shrine.
The shrine has towering trees, and the temples and houses are built with logs. According to the information obtained, there are 500 stones near the shrine, which are all Kanda. The people inside cultivate the kanda themselves and are responsible for the harvest. According to custom, they will be built and renovated every 10 years - the land of gods must be new.
The believers at the foot of the mountain kept coming and going, and there were shopping malls selling rice balls, pickles, and miso, but only a few people could afford it. This was food that only samurai had.
"You guys come here to buy some rice balls, I'll take a look here!" Wang Cunye found a secluded stone platform, and waved his sleeves.
When the two warriors heard this, they responded "hi" and passed.
At this moment, a series of steps attracted Wang Cunye's attention. When he looked back, he saw that it was an old man with only a bamboo sword on his back, followed by a young man.
The old man stepped up. At this time, it was drizzling. It was very fine. It almost didn't realize it when he fell on his face. But when he looked over, his eyes suddenly changed color when he touched Wang Cunye.
"Huh!" The hairs all over the body stood up, and the heart shook violently. Without thinking, he roared and drew the sword and rose up. The bamboo sword was pulled, with thunder faintly.
The young man behind him was unprepared and suddenly couldn't stand it and fell to the ground.
"Huh!" Wang Cunye looked over, stretched out his hand and tapped it on the bamboo sword. The old man's whole body was shocked and he took a few steps back.
Wang Cunye was a little surprised, looked at it, ignored it, and went straight.
"Master, the tea-making rice is coming." Two warriors came over with bowls. Tea-making rice is as the name suggests, using hot tea to make cold rice. The fragrance of tea penetrates into the rice. This is the supreme delicacy of Fusang. How many warriors enjoy the greatest enjoyment in fighting is to eat a bowl of tea-making rice.
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The old man stood in front of the stone and looked into the distance in a daze.
"Ah? (The fastest update) What's wrong?" The young man behind hurried over, not understanding why the master suddenly drew his sword and attacked a young warrior.
You know, a master like the master can easily kill people even if he is a bamboo sword.
"...I saw the darkness just now, this young man." The old man murmured.
"Master, what happened just now? Is there someone who is not good for you? Do we want us to cut them down?" The warrior only saw the final ending, but did not see the process.
Wang Cunye said: "No need to do anything, follow the original plan."
"Hi!" The two of them bowed and said.
The group started to eat tea and make rice. Wang Cunye took a few bites, and this was the biggest resentment towards Fusang.
Now he is less and less willing to eat, and he has the meaning of swallowing clouds and extracting the five elements instead of water and valley essence, but he knows that this is just an illusion.
If you really don’t eat fireworks, you must also go to the earth immortal. The ghost immortal cannot do it. Is the ghost immortal transcendent on the true spirit? The essence of the body is still the body of the human immortal three times, or the mortal.
Swallowing clouds and food mists is not allowed at this stage, but at the stage of the third transformation of human immortals, the body functions are extremely powerful, and the human body is almost at its peak, which makes this illusion arise.
The sun was sinking, the jade rabbit rose eastward, the bonfire was lit on the plain, and many people were dancing and singing, it was very lively, just two warriors couldn't help but join in, and Wang Cunye just watched silently.
"Sacrifice to the gods!" the priest whispered loudly.
All believers looked excited and stood up to worship, showing their piety to the gods.
As the believers danced to the gods, the priests couldn't help but guide them. In the shrine on the mountainside, a mass of divine light slowly woke up, and a towering and huge red spirit body appeared faintly, and the light of faith surrounded it.
A feeling of pleasure spreads, and this mortal cannot be felt by only the priests and witches, and of course Wang Cunye can also feel it.
At this moment, Wang Cunye's figure flashed and he ran upwards.
"No, what will the warrior do?"
"There are people in the residence who dare to blaspheme seventy-two lives!"
The people below shouted, looking angry and excited. At this time, the old man who had been staring at him immediately grabbed the disciple's long sword, rushed forward, and chased after him.
The mountain is not high, only fifty meters high. Even at this time, Wang Cunye was still very cautious and did not fly out of thin air. Instead, he used the limit he could reach and jumped up, so that he would not be seen by the mortals below.
"Samurai, do you want to blaspheme the gods?" The huge red spirit body slowly turned around, his eyes firmly locked in Wang Cunye, and a voice that was inaudible to mortals came over.
At the same time, Wang Cunye had already broken into the shrine. At this time, there was no one in the shrine and there was no sight below. He suddenly rushed up the sky and rushed into the hall, and slashed the statue with a sword.
There was only a loud noise, and the statue was covered with cracks. There was a loud "pop" sound, the pillar of heaven was folded, and the sound of stones falling to the ground was endless.
The statue of the god collapsed.
As the stone statues were dug out on the mountain, a tall red giant appeared, and it had to show its shape.
Almost at the same time, three golden talismans were revealed, and the golden light formed a barrier and quickly spread inside the hall.
"Not good!" The red giant was shocked and wanted to hide in the space, but it bumped into a red ripples, but it could not disappear.
"It's too late." Wang Cunye pounced on his sword with a sneer on his face. It can be said that Wang Cunye's biggest disadvantage is that the true spirit has not been born yet and cannot rely on himself to penetrate the spiritual world. However, if he has the intention to calculate but is not intent, there is a talisman in the Taoist talisman that temporarily cuts off the return of the gods and mans - although it has not been maintained for a long time.
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Chapter completed!