In the fifth year of the Holy Scenery, the 23rd day of the first lunar month, just one day after the Jingzhe.

The weather is cloudy!

The cold wind blowing through the ancient ice fields and the extreme north land spanned 100,000 miles and once again came to Shangyang City ruthlessly.

Today's style is particularly big.

Everyone on the street was stunned by the wind.

The high-rise flags swayed in the strong wind, making a sound like a cannon.

From the fifth day of the day, drums began to beating in the national temple.

At first, the Jingchen Drum sounded.

The drum sounds thick and long, and every ten numbers are knocked.

Half an hour later, the mourning drum sounded.

These dull but particularly powerful drum sounds began to form a special sound tide that swept the entire Shangyang City.

The people in Shangyang City all stopped their work automatically, and then bowed their heads to the direction of the National Temple or knelt down and died in silence.

Not everyone will go to the National Temple to attend the sacrificial ceremony of the Ant Forest Army.

For more ordinary people, taking a break and breathing in a day are luxury that should not be found in their lives.

Even if you are in awe, you still have to focus on the present, because it is very likely that half a day of negligence will lead to an already poor and tense life, completely sliding into an irreversible abyss.

Even what they were originally doing was so insignificant to the world.

There were also a large number of people who began to walk out of the house.

They spontaneously put on plain clothes.

Some even put white flowers in their chests.

Amid the sound of drums, their steps were heavy and their faces were full of sorrow.

Among them, some of them are the families, friends, relatives and lovers of the soldiers of the Ant Forest Army...

They embarked on the last journey of sending off the vivid figure in their memory.

From then on, there will be no more extravagant expectations or expectations, and the vivid figures will gradually fade by memory, and some sounds and contents will be frozen forever.

A Lian had changed into simple clothes early and washed her face, which was once full of glitz, and was particularly simple and simple at this time.

Last night, she washed seven times with the melting snow water on Yaoshan to endure the biting cold.

Just because she heard an old lady say that the snow water on Yaoshan is the cleanest and can clean those unclean things very clean.

She felt that she was not clean and was not qualified to see Wang Qi off.

She slowly joined the crowd and walked in the solemn and inexplicably neat team.

Few people communicate and talk.

Even some ignorant children seemed to feel the solemn and serious atmosphere at this time, and became particularly quiet, looking around with simple and tender eyes with hazy and sleepy eyes.

Such a scene may accompany them throughout their lives and become a scene that they will always remember in their dreams.

Old Man Li, who sells cakes in the east of the city, set out earlier than ordinary people.

He set out before the third day, tremblingly holding a crutch, but insisted on walking to the gate of the National Temple.

The wind and frost in the cold night stained his hair, eyebrows, beard, and frosty white hair in the hazy light in the daze of Chuchen, and it was impossible to see whether it was frost or real hair.

The elderly, women, and children began to appear in intensive manner at the entrance of the national temple.

At Chen, the whip sounded.

Two strong men stood on the left and right sides of the high altar, waving long whips in the air.

The long whip made of dragon python skin as the main material beats the air and makes a crisp whip sound.

After nine sounds, the sound of the ox horns sounded together.

The gate of the National Temple slowly opened with the sound of chants.

The wind is even more violent.

Some people with light bodies can't stand firm in this strong wind.

On the high altar, Lin Shang had been standing there since last night, standing in the center of the altar.

He was wearing armor!

The armor of the Ant Forest Army!

This was sent to him by the Ministry of Rites last night. After the sacrifice, the armor will be returned.

The red and black armor is marked with the name of "Lin San" on one piece of armor.

Lin Shang's right hand held the flag tightly.

The flag with black as the base and red as the main one is swaying wildly in the strong wind, as if roaring.

Lin Shang stood there like a sculpture.

At the end of Chen and the beginning of Si, the ministers arrived.

Above the golden clouds, the Holy Emperor arrives.

Pei Qingwen, the Minister of Rites, stood on the left side of Lin Shang, bowed to the direction of the Holy Emperor's arrival and shouted: "The Holy Emperor is in court, the sacrifice is safe, please enjoy the joy!"

"Accurate!" The Holy Emperor's voice fell from the high clouds, like the divine sound of the Nine Heavens.

On both sides of the altar, there was a sound of wind in two huge speakers, which looked like cow horns.

The sound of the wind is a natural strong wind, the whistling sound made through the speakers.

It was like a strong wind blew across the narrow canyon and sprinkled onto the vast and desolate land.

In a moment, the loud but thick horn sound, which was decorated with speakers, pierced through the howling wind and awakened the crowd who were still confused.

People raised their heads, looked at the high altar, and also at the figure on the altar.

The sound of the guzheng flowed out of the speaker.

In a trance, people seemed to see the flying military flags galloping between war horses and chariots through the passionate music. The dark clouds and thunder in the sky seemed to be unable to crush the momentum of the invincible army and become their supporting role.

An old priest began to recite the sacrificial text with the gradually excited sacrificial music.

Accompanied by the recitation of the sacrificial text.

Standing under the altar and in the square of the National Temple, the people crowded outside the National Temple could not help but start to cry.

Many people may not understand why they cry.

They obviously did not empathize with each other, and they obviously had no relatives and friends in the ant forest army, but at this time they were inexplicably mourning in their hearts and their eyes were full of soreness.

Ancient sages said: When a man is born, his nature is good.

At this time, their sorrow and tears are the kindness in their hearts.

The wind blew even harder.

He actually scratched away the golden cloud around the Holy Emperor that blocked his vision.

Sitting in the clouds, serving the palace maids on both sides, eunuchs, and guarding the Holy Emperor, he seemed to have a little sad face.

But at the moment when the clouds opened, it had already restrained, became cold and high.

Several old Taoist priests and monks stood around the national temple and used their high magic power to stabilize the unstable and undirected wind, as if they were fighting against something.

When the last sound is in line with the wind and the tears of the people, the sacrificial text is just finished.

A huge fire was lit in the curling blue smoke.

The three animals burned in the fire are according to the ritual system, and the slaves that the Holy Emperor should reward, of course, are all made of paper and bamboo.

A long time ago, everything came true.

Living people sacrifice, living people sacrifice... But now, at least during sacrifices, some paper and plastic substitutes are used.

Pei Wenqing glanced at Lin Shang.

Then he signaled Lin Shang to recite the poem of sacrifice.

At the same time, the person responsible for the dance dance should also come on stage.

After counting breaths, neither the dancer arranged by the Ministry of Rites nor Ziying, found by Lin Shang, had ever appeared on stage.

It turned out that there was a mistake in the simplest and least-stop sacrificial dance.

The cold sweat on Pei Wenqing's forehead was over.

Although the Ministry of Rites has been passive and slacking off, at this time, he would never want to make any mistakes.

I just want to complete the entire ritual process.
Chapter completed!