In the next few days, before the big festival, nothing unexpected happened.
After Zhuang Jiutian took out the pair of intact horns, the old patriarch of the Horned Snake tribe really qualified Zhuang Jiutian for the competition.
This couldn't help but make Zhuang Jiutian feel a little admiration for him.
In order to ensure the smooth holding of the festival, the Canglang Tribe conducted strict investigations on anyone whose origins and details were unknown.
There is no opportunity for people with ulterior motives to take advantage of it.
The old patriarch handed Zhuang Jiutian a domino with numbers engraved on his face with a proud look on his face, and said: "This is your qualification for the competition. Don't lose it."
"So, I can also go up to the altar during the big sacrifice and get good luck?" Zhuang Jiutian asked after playing with the dominoes for a while and then thought of the previous rumors.
"Haha! It's not dark yet, and you're already dreaming." The old patriarch looked at Zhuang Jiutian with a playful expression, showing a mocking smile.
"Haha!" Zhuang Jiutian laughed to cover up his embarrassment. His idea was indeed a bit unrealistic and overreaching. During the grand ceremony, those who can be allowed to stand on the altar must not only have an absolutely clean net worth, but also the treasures they contribute must be of sufficient weight.
, it’s not like you can get on stage just by offering a treasure.
People like Zhuang Jiutian who joined the tribe halfway, even if they contributed enough treasures, were not qualified to take the stage.
Maybe after revealing your wealth in front of others, you will be killed.
That is to say, Zhuang Jiutian had risked his life to rescue the children of the Horned Serpent tribe before, and because he had nothing of value except an ordinary sword on his body at that time, he was accepted by the people of the Horned Serpent tribe with confidence.
There was another thing that Zhuang Jiutian didn't know, which was that when he was seriously injured and unconscious, everything on his body was carefully inspected by people from the Horned Serpent tribe.
Otherwise, if a stranger wants to be accepted by a tribe in the wilderness, there is no need to even think about it.
Over the long years, the story of the farmer and the snake has happened more than once in this wilderness.
The next day, early morning.
Zhuang Jiutian was still meditating in his room, practicing Qi, and comprehending the mysteries of runes, when he heard a low sound of horns coming from outside the house.
When I walked out of the room, I saw other people in the Horned Serpent tribe, who had put on their most gorgeous clothes and were walking out one by one.
"Brother Tengshan, is the festival about to begin?" Zhuang Jiutian hurriedly walked to Tengshan and asked.
"Have you heard the trumpet? That's the signal to summon everyone." Tengshan said with excitement.
"Didn't you say that the spirits will not show up until night? Why do you have to call everyone there so early in the morning?" Zhuang Jiutian asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"You don't understand this. The sacrificial ceremony is not just a ritual for sacrificing spirits. Before that, there are many rituals to go through. If you are lucky, you can also see the elders of the Canglang tribe. Those are all gods.
The middle man can do anything by flying in the sky and hiding on the earth. If you are lucky enough to be favored by them and be accepted as a disciple, it will be a great blessing. Brother Jiutian, your strength is so strong. If you perform well next, you may be the real one.
Will be valued by the elders."
"Sure enough, I am superficial." Zhuang Jiutian reflected secretly, "How could a tribe that has been passed down for countless years carelessly ignore such an important occasion? In the original world, there was a saying that the most important matters of the country were between sacrifice and military affairs.
, Now that we have come to this world with a longer civilization, how can we just lay out the treasures and wait for the sacrificial spirits to come and get them."
The sacrifices of a mere tribe in the wilderness are already so solemn, so wouldn't the legendary national sacrifices in the ancient times be even more grand?
No longer feeling contemptuous and indifferent, Zhuang Jiutian immediately adjusted his mentality, and with a humble heart to learn, he seriously participated in all the following ceremonies.
They are all people with great strength and strong blood. Even if they participate in activities from morning to night, almost no one feels tired. On the contrary, they are more energetic.
It seems that those complicated rituals are procedures to gradually activate their spirits.
The way of sacrifice is indeed profound and profound.
Mixed in the torrent of people, drifting with the tide, you will be affected by the solemn atmosphere around you without even realizing it.
The golden crow falls to the west, and the moon rabbit soars into the sky.
The sky is exceptionally bright and filled with stars, as if a mysterious Taoist map is slowly unfolding.
When the bright moon in the sky rose directly above Wangyue Peak, a wolf howl fell from the sky.
There seemed to be traces of Tao mixed in that voice.
Everyone present was silent, as if they had been baptized.
Zhuang Jiutian was one of the few people who was not affected by the howling of wolves.
He looked at the Moon Peak with concentration.
A silver wolf surrounded by silver mist appeared on Wangyue Peak at some unknown time.
It seemed to appear out of thin air, and it seemed to have come from the middle of the moon.
Then, the silver wolf whistled at the moon, leading to a rich moonlight that shrouded it, making it look even more noble and mysterious.
On the altar, the high priest, dressed in rich clothes, wearing a high crown, and his face smeared with oil paint, immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone in the Canglang tribe welcomes the Lord Sacrifice Spirit."
Afterwards, everyone on the altar worshiped Silver Wolf.
"Get up!"
An extremely pleasant voice came from Silver Wolf's mouth, like the voice of the Moon Palace Goddess, extremely beautiful.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, at the beginning of the people's reign, Huangji was founded, Yi Lun Youfu, all my people are protected by the green wolf, the silver moon is in the sky, and God has blessed us..."
A sacrificial voice with a strange tone but rich rhythm came from the mouth of the high priest.
As the high priest sang, the silver wolf on Wangyue Peak seemed to have taken a tonic, and looked more and more mysterious.
The high priest chanted a stick of incense, and the mist on the silver wolf almost doubled in intensity.
Then, the bronze tripod containing various treasures on the altar flashed a burst of light, and then all the treasures in the tripod disappeared.
Seeing the treasure disappear, the high priest's eyes flashed with joy.
The sacrificial spirit accepted the treasure with a smile, and the sacrifice was more than half successful.
After he finished singing, Silver Wolf on Wangyue Peak asked: "This sacrifice is quite generous. I am very satisfied. Do you have any additional requirements?"
The high priest immediately fell to the ground and knelt down and said, "Please be kind to Lord Sacrifice Spirit and grant me a drop of blood essence."
On and off the stage, everyone held their breath and concentrated, waiting for the response from the mourning spirit.
The success or failure of the sacrifice depends on this.
Canglang Yinyue, who was shrouded in mist, heard the demand for essence and blood, and immediately a trace of evil flashed in her eyes. For the demon clan who practices the ancient demon method, essence and blood are so precious. Ordinary blood is just that, but with her cultivation,
There are only nine drops of essence and blood in the body.
No wonder the sacrifices this time were multiplied several times, and all the spiritual materials needed to refine a pot of potion were collected.
Just when Yin Yue was considering whether to bestow essence and blood, several miles away in the air, little girl Xuan Yue was sitting on a flying boat with an invisibility function, looking at Cang Lang Yin Yue with a smile.
"Aunt Yinyue, are you in a dilemma? I asked you not to take me out to play."
After Gray Wolf Silver Moon thought about it for a short while, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of blood glowing with silver light.
The ball of essence and blood flew directly towards the bronze tripod on the altar.
Seeing this, the high priest quickly took out a white jade tripod from his arms, intending to use it to collect the blood essence.
After the essence and blood flew into the white jade cauldron, the high priest's face showed a strong look of joy, and then he knelt down to the silver moon and shouted loudly: "Thank you, Lord Sacrifice Spirit, for giving me the precious blood."
Then, Canglang Silver Moon soared directly into the sky and disappeared from everyone's eyes.
Zhuang Jiutian did not pay attention to the ownership of the precious blood. Instead, he was thinking about how the silver wolf came and left. Could it be that a formation capable of teleportation was set up on Wangyue Peak?
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguo to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. www. Android and Apple are available.]
After the little girl Xuan Yue, who was hiding in the night sky, saw Cang Lang Yinyue leaving, she landed directly in the city in her flying boat.
She obviously wanted to visit the human city.
However, after Yinyue left, something unexpected happened to the sacrificial ceremony that was supposed to be concluded.
The silver wolf essence and blood, which was originally contained peacefully inside the white jade tripod, suddenly began to riot.
All of a sudden, it broke out of the shackles of the tripod, turned into several strands, and flew in all directions.
"not good!"
Several elders of the Canglang tribe flew directly to the altar from all directions of the ancestral temple, and at the same time used their magic power to confine the blood essence that was about to get out of control.
When Li Qing, who was still kneeling on the altar, saw this, his eyes flashed with joy of accomplishment.
At the same time, a talisman hidden close to his body turned into ashes.
The essence and blood riot caused the originally orderly sacrificial scene to suddenly become chaotic.
This kind of change made Zhuang Jiutian look shocked.