Everyone at Nanshan Yunyang Temple finally saw the importance that the people of Cangcheng attached to the Holy Spirit Festival.
Not only the flowers that have disappeared all over the mountains and fields in a few days, but also the colorful ribbons hanging in various villages and cities and the bright lights that rise at night.
Two days before the first day of the year, the village chief at the foot of Nanshan Mountain took his two sons and one daughter and went up the mountain carrying several large baskets.
"A few days ago, Immortal Chief, you allowed us to go to Nanshan to pick flowers. We are very grateful, but you can't help but leave some flowers on this holy day. We have smelted all the wild flowers we stepped on and sent you a few baskets. "
The men lifted up the linen covering of the basket, revealing the colorful flowers inside.
The flower disks of wild flowers on the mountain are relatively small, but they are still so fresh after two or three days of picking. This must be the result of some other method.
Yang Zhao enthusiastically took the two of them to a room with tables and chairs and sat down. He fumbled for a tea set and brought back a large water balloon to warm them up.
"Ah, the little fairy is so polite."
Village Chief Lin and others smiled shyly.
"I feel sorry for that. The people in our village have plucked all the flowers in Nanshan and will give you some for the festival."
The village chief was so polite in sending flowers, and Yang Zhao also wanted to receive him in a friendly manner.
Looking at the scene of the whole city being mobilized, Santos Santos must be a big day. She wanted to follow the local customs and spend this festival with others.
"Village Chief Lin is really troubling you. You also know that I only came to Cangcheng last year. I don't know the rules of celebrating Holy Spirit Festival here. Can you tell me a few words?"
After all, Yunyangguan and Shangyang Village are neighbors. There is a lively festival at the bottom of the mountain, but it is deserted and deserted above. It doesn't look like it, and it can easily arouse the resentment of the villagers.
Her words opened up Village Chief Lin's chat box.
It turns out that this Holy Spirit's Day commemorates the giant fish incarnated by the god under their feet.
According to ancient legends, in the late spring and early summer, the gods transformed into big fish to absorb the sufferings of the world.
Therefore, this day became the most grand festival of the year in the Zhou Dynasty.
Since this season is not a harvest day, all kinds of flowers have become the most important tribute.
"Customs are similar everywhere. Here we celebrate the Festival of Holy Spirit with flowers. I know that in some places, they also use the new buds. You, go to the city now and buy some colorful flowers to hang on the door of your yard. Come on, when the right day comes, just set up the altar table, offer flowers, and wait for the gods’ blessings.”
After seeing Village Chief Lin and his companions off the mountain, Yang Zhao went to Cangcheng to buy colorful ribbons.
Unexpectedly, this ribbon is not cheap. The more fancy the color, the more expensive it is.
Yang Zhao didn't want to be taken advantage of, so he just picked some medium ones and bought some and hung them on the door of Yunyangguan.
The local people who delivered bricks, stones and wood are no longer here these days, and they have to go back to celebrate the festival.
Xiaodouren, who didn't need to move bricks, simply carved all the things he learned in Sujin Pagoda these days on the brick wall, and then painted it with gold paint.
“From now on, this will be our mission wall. Who can’t appreciate our merits after seeing it?”
Li Baining looked at the golden mind maps and felt excited.
Zhulan nodded her little head next to her in agreement.
In the past few days, she had received a lot of compliments because of her ability to memorize scriptures, which greatly improved her self-confidence. Her little face was always sunny wherever she went.
On the second day after Village Chief Lin sent flowers, the people of Xiaodou witnessed a grand sacrificial event.
At this time, Yamashita thought of the sounds of ritual music.
Yang Zhao heard that the sound came from Cangcheng. She quickly took a table and put it in the yard, and placed the baskets of flowers on the table.
The sound of ritual music rang from morning to noon, and spread from the city to the outside.
When the sun was in the middle of the day, suddenly, the sound of several drums sounded throughout Cangcheng.
Even the Yunyang Temple on Nanshan Mountain was shaken by the sound of the drum.
The little bean people on the mountain suddenly became panicked.
"What's going on? Did someone set off a salute?"
"Um, maybe the people at the foot of the mountain are coming up with Italian cannons!"
"What are you thinking about? They are celebrating the festival today, so they are probably beating drums to cheer up."
Yang Zhao left the yard and went to the top of the mountain to look down at the situation.
A group of Xiaodou people in the yard also followed them. Under the background of the touching height of the Xiaodou people, she became the crane among the others, looking extra tall and tall.
As the drum beat grew louder, she found that the entire city of Cang became a little hazy in her eyes.
A strange feeling hit her mind layer by layer, reminding her to kneel down.
Yang Zhao did not go against this wish and found a big rock and sat on it directly.
Sure enough, no matter whether you are kneeling or sitting, as long as you are shorter, the strange feeling of oppression will be reduced a lot.
But why don’t the Azuki people feel this way?
Looking at the little bean man jumping around, doubts flashed through Yang Zhao's heart.
Suddenly, she saw a colorful whirlwind blowing in Cangcheng at the foot of the mountain. The wind was carrying all kinds of mixed colors, rising and falling in the city.
Yang Zhao suddenly understood that the colors were actually various petals blown up by the wind.
Now almost the entire city of Cang was enveloped in a sea of flowers, but Nanshan was farther away and the flowers were more colorful. She couldn't see anything except a sea of black flowers.
Yang Zhao subconsciously lowered his head and looked at Yunyang Temple, and found that a small whirlwind had also arisen in the courtyard.
This whirlwind was mixed with flower petals and flew up from the yard. However, the petals were relatively small and did not look as spectacular as Cangcheng at the foot of the mountain.
But even this caused the Xiaodou people to exclaim.
"The petals flew away!"
"Tornado, it was brought up by the tornado!"
"You're stupid. This is obviously a miracle. Your cyclone can bring a whole city's flowers."
"How are you so sure those in the city are flowers? Maybe they are just sandstorms rolling up."
"Oh, see if I believe what you say!"
The wind blew higher and higher, pulling all the colors into the sky.
Even the baskets of petals Yunyang watched were like small swimming dragons, flying into the sky along with the wind.
Slowly the sound of the drums died down, and the sound of someone reciting blessings resounded in Cangcheng.
The voice was melodious, and it was hard to hear what he was saying from the top of Nanshan Mountain, but it had a majestic presence.
All of a sudden, the Xiaodou people were lively again.
"How big of a loudspeaker do we have to install so that the sound can reach us?"
"This is the world of cultivation, so they definitely don't use loudspeakers. They probably use formations, or they shout directly with their voices."
"Well, the voice is quite pleasant, but I can't understand what he's saying."
The people in Xiaodou gathered together and whispered, and some people already regretted not going down the mountain today.
"If I had known it would be so lively, I would have gone down to the mountain to have a look today and learn more about it."
"Isn't that right? In such a big festival, there must be a lot of fun to watch."
There are also Xiaodou people who disagree with their views.
"It's better not to join in the fun on days like this. If we do something wrong, if someone just gives us a break, who will drag us in?"
"That's right, since you are writing about cultivation, you should be cautious. Do you really think you are the protagonist there?"
Xiaodouren, who originally wanted to go down the mountain now, felt a little weak.
"Yes, it's taboo for outsiders to do so in these days."
Gradually, the blessings subsided, and several loud drums sounded in Cangcheng City.
Yang Zhao's heart suddenly trembled, and he yelled subconsciously.
"Lower your head!"
After shouting, she lowered her head and closed her eyes.
A huge figure rose up in the sky, causing the hairs all over her body to stand up and her spine to shiver.
The other Xiaodou people were startled by her yelling, but they were not stupid either, and they all lowered their heads.
But there are always a few stupid young people who want to do something different from others. When everyone lowers their heads, they are still turning their little heads and looking around curiously, wanting to see different scenery.
It's a pity that no one satisfied their curiosity. Less than five seconds after Yang Zhao and the others lowered their heads, the little bean people looking around turned gray in an instant, and then fell to the ground with a pop and turned into a star. Dry beans.
Yang Zhao only felt his ears bulging, and a strange-looking big fish involuntarily appeared in his closed eyes.
On the back of this big fish are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and on its belly is the roaring sea water.
She was sure he had never seen anything like it in his life, but how could something like this appear in her mind?
It seems that the gods of the Great Zhou Dynasty have responded. You should keep your mouth shut in the future. If you are a god, how can you call it "such a thing"?
If you bring it out casually, it will be a big mistake if someone listens to it.
Yang Zhao lowered his head and closed his eyes, waiting quietly.
Only when something soft hit her head did Yang Zhao feel the crisis in her heart disappear.
When she opened her eyes, she found various petals raining down from the sky. The petals that had gathered in the sky all fell down in fluttering directions.
She glanced back and found that the more than three thousand Xiaodou people had become much sparser. In just a moment, there were less than a few hundred Xiaodou people.
"It's okay, you can raise your head."
The other Xiaodou people, Wenyan, raised their heads one after another and saw the rain of petals in the sky.
"This is the first time I've seen flower petals in my entire life."
"I've seen it in videos, but it seems to be a special effect."
The people in Xiaodou were still stunned in amazement, but a few of them with lively thoughts changed the topic.
"There can't be bugs in these petals, right? What if the bugs fall on us?"
"Eh, it's so disgusting. They picked it all by themselves, so they should have picked off all the insects, right?"
"Speaking of which, why do I feel like there are fewer of us?"
"Ah! Why are there so many beans under my feet?"
The people in Xiaodou looked at each other in confusion, and naturally they all understood what had just happened.
"Fortunately, I am obedient, otherwise I would cry to death now."
"is not that right?"
Yang Zhao felt uneasy and jumped up from the stone and returned directly to Yunyang Temple.
She took off the Dao sign around her neck, put it on the back of her phone, and sent a message to Guofu Minqiang, telling them what had just happened, and asking if there was anything unusual about the Xiaodou people who had just disappeared.
The country is rich and the people are strong: "I was shocked just now. Fortunately, all the comrades who were sleeping were woken up."
Guofu Minqiang: "It seems fine, and they themselves don't feel much either."
Guofu Minqiang: "Wait a moment, I will check them."
Yang Zhao: "Okay."
After waiting anxiously for a while, good news came from the country's rich and powerful people.
Guofu Minqiang: "All the physiological indicators are normal, and he is in good spirits. It is the same as the failure of the lead machine beans in the past. We will continue to observe it in the future."
Yang Zhao: "Okay, as long as it's okay, don't forget, I still have some fans here, you'd better keep an eye on me."
The country is rich and the people are strong: "Okay, don't worry."
Yang Zhao was still a little worried, so he put away his phone and went to find Shen Ruoyu.
Shen Ruoyu seems to be very experienced in this matter.
"It's okay. Even if ordinary people look up, they will only have a headache for a few days at most. It will not kill anyone."
Yang Zhao asked curiously.
"Um, Master, have you tried it?"
Shen Ruoyu glanced at her lightly, flicked his sleeves and disappeared.
It seems that Yang Zhao touched on his pain point.
But it was undeniable that Shen Ruoyu's answer made her completely relieved, and she turned around and told Guofu Minqiang about the matter, so that the other side also felt confident.
Then she remembered that there were a large group of Xiaodou people in Yunyang Temple. After all, the loss of so many Xiaodou people at once might cause fear to everyone. No matter what she said, she should appease them first.
Yang Zhao hurriedly came to the yard, and sure enough, the Xiaodou people were back.
She told everyone what had just happened, emphasizing that the little bean people who had just disappeared were not harmed.
"As long as it's okay, let them be disobedient and keep their heads down."
"I guess the video comment section will cause another round of wailing."
Although everyone joked a bit, they didn't stay here too long, and many of them went back early.
Yang Zhao estimated that they were going to contact those who disappeared due to accidents today.
They have been together for so long that many people have exchanged contact information.
After all, it involves gods. If you don't ask yourself about this kind of thing, you won't feel at ease.
Yang Zhao stuffed two Bigu Pills into his mouth, ran into the room and started editing the video.
It was only after being reminded by Xiaodouren that she remembered that she still had a video account to maintain.
And now that account has not updated new videos for many days.
Yang Zhao slightly edited the spectacular scene that day of Aoki Daoist fighting against wild gods with green leaves flying all over the sky, and then posted it online.
This video is very long, half an hour long, making it the longest of all her videos.
But Yang Zhao really couldn't bear to cut it into a short video of five or six minutes. It felt like it was too wasteful.
But as soon as this video was released, the rich and powerful people of the country came to look for it.
The country is rich and the people are strong: "Comrade Yang, can you send me the detailed video of that battle without cutting it?"
My head hurts so much today, and I feel like I'm in a daze.
