Fang Xiangshi, wearing a black background with gold threads, a wide robe and long sleeves, and a red and black Nuo face, kept dancing Nuo opera on the huge square mound.
Shake your head when smiling, shake your shoulders in anger, hook your feet and bend your body in a rounded shape, point quickly, bounce your wrists, and move your hands and feet synchronously to one side.
It looks a little funny, but there is a vague feeling that the world is in harmony.
Heaven and man are one.
It makes sense that Nuo opera can be passed down for countless years and still occupy a place despite the attacks of Taoism and Buddhism.
Li Xuan, wearing a crimson official robe of the fifth rank, stood under the square hill with her hands tied up, looking solemn and solemn.
The people around him were not driven further, they were part of this huge ceremony.
Nuo opera is a dance inherited from the Shang and Zhou dynasties to entertain gods, dance ghosts, drive away plagues, and pray for peace and prosperity.
The government must hold a large-scale ceremony at least once a year, similar to offering sacrifices to the land.
Invite Fang Xiangshi to perform a Nuo opera and pray for God's blessing, a good harvest and the health of the people.
Li Xuan stood at the front, followed by Zhang Yi, Du Bixing, Yan Tao, Han Jiang and other Wuzhou officials.
Yu Ze and Wang Bo stood on the left and right sides. Although the two of them had no official official positions in Wuzhou, one was a editor in the royal palace and the other was a world-famous literary figure. They happened to be guests to witness this grand event.
On both sides of the surroundings, there were more than a dozen Taoist, Buddhist, and Dharma masters in purple robes, all standing there respectfully.
Even they respect the ancient inheritance of Nuo opera.
Perhaps it is also because the myths and legends inherited from Nuo opera have a great supplementary effect on the spiritual systems of Taoism and Buddhism.
Or perhaps, Nuo opera has gradually declined. Even if the Taoist and Buddhist families don't take action, they will die out soon.
Not to mention that it can pose a threat to Taoism and Buddhism. They themselves have no core belief system of their own.
Throwing aside her long red sleeves, Fang Xiangshi retreated slowly and respectfully.
At this moment, Li Xuan took the lead in taking steps, step by step, and strode forward to the long table at the front.
At this moment, the long table was filled with grains, various fruits, meats, cakes and drinks.
The incense candle was lit, and Li Xuan respectfully inserted it into the copper tripod.
The curling green smoke immediately flew up into the indescribable void.
Under the gaze of everyone, Li Xuan stood in front of everyone, opened the book in his hand, looked at the table in front of him, and the sky in the sky, and read loudly: "
In the second year of the Yuan Dynasty in Wei Dynasty, the year of Yihai, the day of Renwu and Renzi in the sixth month, Wuzhou Biejia Li said:
The good god of the land holds the power of mountains and rivers; all things are nurtured and full of vitality.
All things are born in the soil, and the earth emits a thousand auspiciousness; the good gods spread their gifts and benefit the world.
Wu people have lived here for generations, and the dragon silently protects them.
Carrying forward the past and linking up the future, Yongtai Kangning.
Keeping in mind the merits of good deities, you will not feel guilty every time you offer sacrifices.
Lasts forever and never falls!
Fu Wei, Shang Xiang! "
"Shang Xiang! Shang Xiang!" Many officials and people present chanted loudly at the same time.
The voice kept echoing in the air. Li Xuan put the article on the table with a respectful look, then took a few steps back and stood in front of everyone.
It was at this time that the Buddhist and Taoist families began to recite scriptures at the same time.
"Those who rule Kun and Yuan in an authentic way will respect the nine bases of the territory; those who are virtuous in other areas will guard one area. An inch of land and a foot of land are the seals of the state; a minor official is responsible for the affairs of Lu Yan. Xun Those who are called elders will be called the God of Fortune for a long time." This is "Tui Chao Ke".
"The land here is the most spiritual one. It ascends to the sky and reaches the earth. It goes out of the underworld and enters the underworld. It is a memorial for me. It cannot stay. On the day of merit, the name book will be clear." This is the divine curse of the land.
"The ritual of surrendering one's heart to one's destiny. A place of earth and grain, thousands of people with surnames of good fortune, loyal and righteous, helping the country and defending the people, inheriting the simple order, holding a place of control, and the common people looking up to it..." This is the "Bao Gao of the God of Good Fortune and Righteousness".
Although the land has a lower status in the Taoist god system, he is a real god of good fortune.
Those who contribute to heaven and earth.
Li Xuan turned her head and looked to the other side.
There, a group of Buddhist monks in cassocks had gathered together and began to chant loudly:
"...The great compassion and great vows, the great sage and great mercy, this deity Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Mahasattva...wish to use this merit to adorn the Buddha's Pure Land. To repay the fourfold kindness above and to relieve the hardships on the three journeys below."
He who witnesses it all shows empathy. After completing this Sambhogakaya, we will be reborn in the Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. "
"Ksitigarbha Ten Wheels Sutra".
Li Xuan understood for a moment. In the Buddhist inheritance system, it is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva who blesses the land to become more fertile, with good weather and abundant food harvests.
But it seems that apart from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, there seems to be no other Buddha or Bodhisattva in charge of the land in Buddhism.
Buddhists just recite the "Ksitigarbha Ten Wheel Sutra", "Ksitigarbha's Original Vow Sutra", and other Buddhist scriptures over and over again.
Be patient and motionless like the earth, meditate deeply like a secret treasure.
Li Xuan stood in front of everyone, listening to this verse in her ears and remembering it in her heart.
Among the crowd, a young man wearing a gray robe, a hat on his head, a straight nose, and bright eyes looked at all this with a solemn expression.
Unconsciously, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.
All around were people who had fallen silent, praying silently.
Pray that the land will grant abundance and peace.
For some reason, the man suddenly turned around expressionlessly and walked back without waiting for the ceremony to end.
Soon, he walked out of the crowd and left Fang Qiu's location.
There were more than a dozen carriages parked on the straight road.
As soon as the young man reached the mainland, four young men wearing black robes with swords across their waists surrounded him from left to right.
These young men protected the young man's body, and then sent him to a blue-covered carriage.
The carriage moved forward slowly, heading towards the city.
Sitting in the carriage, the young man nodded slightly and looked solemn.
He was thinking about the current situation inside and outside the city of Wuzhou, and at the same time, he was also thinking about the situation in one city and nine counties in Wuzhou.
Especially what the next step should be.
The carriage quickly drove into the city, but at this moment, the carriage suddenly slowed down and almost stopped.
The young man opened the car curtain and asked impatiently: "What's going on?"
"Shichiro, the two sides are setting up a stage, we need to wait." A capable guard immediately came over and said a few words about the situation.
Needless to say, Shichiro has now seen clearly.
A large group of soldiers from the state capital were building wooden platforms on the left and right sides of the empty field in front of the city gate. The workers were all craftsmen transferred from the state Yamen Shicao.
It seems to have been built for a while, and it looks like it's almost ready.
"Go and ask, what is going on?" Qilang whispered, then looked at the restaurant not far ahead and said, "Go to Xuanming Tower!"
One of the guards turned around to investigate the situation, while the others took the carriage to Xuanming Tower not far away.
"Qilang, we found out clearly. The King of Nanchang invited real Buddhist and Taoist masters to give lectures and debate here." The guard in black stood at the door of the private room, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, and reported.
"Lectures on scriptures and debates?" Qilang frowned slightly and asked quickly: "Have you ever asked, what scriptures are you talking about and what methods are you arguing?"
"No, there are only a few Taoist priests there now, little Shani. They don't know anything at all." The guard in black couldn't help but shake his head.
"It seems like there's something going on here?" Qilang vaguely noticed something, then looked at his men and said, "Go out and tell the brothers to eat whatever you want. We have to stay here a little longer today, let's see. What kind of tricks is this King of Nanchang playing?"
"Here!" The guard in black immediately turned around and came out.
Qilang walked to the window, where he could see a similar high platform built in the distance.
Qilang glanced around, and several familiar faces suddenly came into view.
These are the leading figures of the younger generation of the Wuzhou family.
It seems that everyone is beginning to wonder about the words and deeds of the Nanchang County Prince.
He walked back to the table and sat down. The table was full of wine and food, but Qilang didn't have the appetite to move his chopsticks. He picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a glass.
The King of Nanchang took office in Wuzhou. In just a few days, the entire Wuzhou had a completely new look.
The clouds of war that had been vaguely hanging over the entire city disappeared without a trace as he fought again and again.
This is a good thing, at least for most people, but it is not the case for people from aristocratic families like them.
The war itself is a gluttonous feast for aristocratic families to annex the land of the common people.
Once the war is eliminated, all the preliminary preparations made by the aristocratic family will be in vain.
For example, the Qian family has lent a large amount of money to the outside world before, and in order to allow ordinary people to borrow more, they also lent out a large amount of money with as low an interest rate as possible.
As long as those people cannot afford to repay the money in the end, then their land and property will naturally belong to the Qian family.
Don't mention any legal things, the aristocratic families have enough means to circumvent such legal provisions.
But now, if the King of Nanchang really calms down this turmoil, what will they eat?
The only thing I hope now is that the Tianyin Sect will never die down and attack Wuzhou City as soon as possible so that the people will not have a summer harvest...
"Qian Qilang!" A voice suddenly sounded behind Qian Zhuo. Without thinking, a short dagger suddenly slipped from his sleeve.
He clenched his palms tightly and stabbed the back with the sharp blade.
There was a soft "ding" sound, and the blade suddenly paused in mid-air.
Qian Zhuo's expression changed, and he quickly touched his waist with his left hand...
At this moment, the hoarse voice behind him sounded again: "Qian Qilang, is this how you treat old customers?"
Qian Zhuo pinched the stone powder in his hand and stopped immediately.
He turned around slowly, and an old woman with gray hair and pale face stood behind him. Her long pale green robe seemed a little empty. She was holding a half-person-high cane in her right hand, and the two fingers of her left hand were tightly locked. Qian Zhuo's sharp dagger was clamped.
"Who is your Excellency?" Qian Zhuo was very vigilant, looking at the old woman with fierce eyes.
The business he does is shady, and if it is known to others, it will immediately bring him huge risks.
"Fang Yunxiu asked me to come. You can call me Mr. He." As Mr. He spoke, he let go of Qian Zhuo's dagger.
"Nonsense, Fang Yunxiu is dead. How could he let you come to me? Who are you?" Qian Zhuo clutched the dagger tightly.
If he wasn't worried about the opponent's high skill, otherwise, he would have stabbed him hard again.
"You don't need to worry about who I am, you just need to know that our cooperation will continue." Mr. He sat down with a faint smile, then looked at Qian Zhuo and said, "We need Bows and crossbows, how much can you provide us this time?"
Crane and Tiger looked at Qian Zhuo eagerly. Nowadays, crossbows are what Tianyin Sect needs most urgently.
The details of Fang Yunxiu's death were clearly revealed by Mr. He during his investigation over the course of one day and two nights.
This revealed the biggest problem of Tianyin Sect, and she had to make up for it as soon as possible.
Only in this way, the next time they face Shangguan Army, they will not make the same mistake again.
