September twenty-fifth.
It is appropriate to offer sacrifices, relieve and pray for blessings.
The royal family of the Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty held an ancestor worship ceremony.
At the beginning of Chen time.
Outside the Ji family's ancestral court, a crowd of royal family members were already kneeling in Wuyang Yang, quietly waiting for the emperor's arrival and the auspicious time for the ancestor worship ceremony.
Before half a cup of tea had arrived, the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Ji Tang, walked towards him with majesty.
Today, Ji Tang wears a nine-bead dragon crown and a mysterious black robe.
The robe is not embroidered with flying dragons like the usual bright yellow dragon robes, but with the sun, moon, stars and the mountains and rivers embroidered on it.
Ji Tang stood outside the door of the ancestral hall with a solemn expression.
"The ancestor worship ceremony begins!" The Minister of Rites lowered his eyebrows and nodded, looking solemnly as he stared at the ground.
At the same time, he spread his hands forward, holding an old animal skin in his hand. The animal skin was engraved with complex patterns. He respectfully handed the skin to an old man beside him.
The old man is a famous elder of the Ji family. He is highly respected in the Ji family and is called Jitai.
Normal royal ceremonies are basically managed by the Minister of Rites.
But this is the ancestor worship ceremony of the Ji family. Even if the Minister of Rites is highly regarded, the blood flowing in his body is not the blood of the Ji family, and he cannot step into the ancestral court, let alone a temple enshrining the clay statues of the three ancestors of the Ji family. .
Therefore, the Minister of Rites could only respectfully hand over the power of presiding over to Ji Tai, one of the elders of the Ji family.
Ji Tai nodded and took the animal skin. He looked around at the many royal family members and said in a deep voice:
"bye!"
Zhao Wujiangxu knelt at the front of the team, only behind Ji Tang and the Queen, and to the right of the three princes including Prince Ji Boying.
His expression was not at all arrogant, but extremely pious.
This piety is not just a show, it comes from the heart.
When he came to the ancestral home of the Ji family, he felt a mysterious sense of familiarity that he had not seen for a long time.
He knew that this sense of familiarity should come from the Xuanyuan clan in the ancient times.
Today's Ji family is just one of the branches of the Xuanyuan family back then.
Come to think of it, your clan and I have fought side by side... Zhao Wujiang felt solemn in his heart and worshiped along with everyone.
Put your hands on the ground and bow your head to the ground.
Zhao Wujiang pressed his forehead against the cold ground, wondering what he was thinking.
Everyone was the same way, with their heads on the ground, silently chanting in their hearts, or mumbling words, as if they were praying.
This prayer is the first of the nine prayers.
The nine bows are Jisou, Dudu, Empty, Vibration, Jishou, Ominous, Odd, Praise, and Suspect.
Nine prayers are generally not used together. Jishou is the most ceremonial among the nine prayers.
"hold head high!"
In the ancestral court, the giant tortoise statue let out a long roar that shook the world in all directions, and the invisible fresh air spread outwards along the ancestral court.
Everyone's expressions were different, but more or less they all contained shock.
In the past, when worshiping ancestors, the stone statue of the auspicious beast of the Ji family, the celestial turtle and the giant tortoise, had never moved like this. How could it emit such pure energy this time?
Is there something strange?
Ji Tai, the clan elder, held the animal skin devoutly and frowned as he looked deep into the ancestral court.
Emperor Ji Tang kowtowed and stood up, his eyes a little cold. Could this be a warning to him?
Soon, Ji Tang snorted in his heart, so what if it was a warning? He is the true dragon emperor of the Ji family and the supreme emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There is nothing he cannot do!
Prince Ji Boying and others stood up one after another. Ji Boying and Ji Botong looked at each other. They both frowned and saw the solemn look on the other's face.
Could it be that the ancestor’s spirit in heaven sensed today’s massacre?
But it’s not their fault. They just want to survive. What’s wrong with them?
Zhao Wujiang yawned lightly. He and Jing'er almost had a decisive battle until dawn, and they didn't get a good rest. At this time, for some reason, everyone was silent, and the dull atmosphere made him feel tired.
After he yawned, he was slightly startled and rolled his eyes.
Because at some point, Ji Boying and Ji Botong had already looked over, especially Ji Botong who seemed to be winking at him, as if to say, brother, do you know what you are going to do today? cheer up!
Zhao Wujiang nodded seriously and followed Ji Tang, Ji Boying and others into the ancestral court.
As soon as he stepped into the ancestral court, the atmosphere immediately became solemn.
It seems that the next moment, a father's kindness and son's filial piety will be staged.
