While everyone was talking, they could already hear the roar of wolves and the howls of animals. Seeing that the sounds were getting closer and closer, it turned out that just as Ren Peacock said, they all walked around the Guandi Temple and never stayed outside the walls of Qiangenyuan.
In the middle of the night, the beasts roared and moved around. Yue Guanchao and the others experienced a middle of the night noise, and then they each went back to the side hall to rest.
The Great Cold is approaching, and the night temperature in the Qinling Mountains is very low. Coupled with the high humidity in the mountains, it makes the body even more wet and cold. Even if the body is covered with a quilt, the whole body can only feel warm when close to the stove. The side hall is okay, As long as they were close to the stove, they didn't feel cold at all. The main hall was quite large and had high arches. Yue Guanchao and the others were so cold that they didn't sleep all night. They were so sleepy that they fell into a coma in the middle of the night.
Early the next morning, Yue Guanchao felt a little heavier on his body. He opened his sleepy eyelids. When his pupils gradually became clear, Song Siyuan and Ren Kongque were covering them with quilts.
"While it's still dark, you guys can sleep a little longer. Sister Ren and I have a stove so it's not cold. When the sun rises, we have to see if the fog has dissipated."
After saying that, Ren Peacock pulled Song Siyuan back to the side hall. Yue Guanchao listened to the two people chatting and drowsily closed his eyelids again. When he finally woke up, the sun was already rising.
Yue Guanchao saw that the temple door had been opened and walked out of the yard along the grass path. Song Siyuan was waving to him with a telescope, beckoning him to come up and look at the clouds and mist.
He understood the situation and stepped onto the tower in three or five steps. At this moment, Uncle Yue and Sun Daqiao were all here. The misty clouds in the distance had obviously slowed down and showed signs of dissipating.
Song Siyuan held the telescope and said: "Sister Ren and I have been observing since the morning. It is close to noon and the fog is obviously dissipating. Although there is still the sun in the mountains, the temperature is colder than yesterday, and the water in the bucket has frozen. It’s freezing, and the fog is expected to be basically gone by around the afternoon.”
After finishing speaking, she paused and looked at Yue Guanchao: "Uncle Tang just said that they used to worship their ancestors in front, but this time the city gate tower has been abandoned, so we can just use the city gate to hold sacrifices. I have asked Tang Dayang and the others to go there. Move things.”
While the two were talking, Tang Dayang, Yue Erpao, and Xu Xiake Huchihachi carried the table up to the tower. The three of them placed the table in front of the crenel, and then they stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.
Yue Erpao leaned against the crenel and gasped, "Huhu, luckily the tables in the main hall haven't been transported away yet. These four tables should be enough."
Everyone looked at the tables. Each table was one meter long and half-waist high. They were tables used to place tributes in the main hall. The patent leather was mottled with candle tears and fell off. They were probably too ugly and were not taken away.
Xu Xiake picked up his sharp silver sword and cleaned the stacked candle tears three times, five times, five times, and two times. The tabletop was now a little flat. He picked up the black and red tablecloth and covered it up, which happened to correspond to the entrance of the Yungu Plank Road in front.
"Children, it will take a while to prepare the sacrifices. Please bring all the sacrificial objects up so that I can teach you how to make the sacrifices."
After Uncle Tang finished speaking, Yue Guanchao led them all to move, leaving only three old men watching the clouds at the crenel.
After about half an hour, everyone gradually emptied the carriage, carried all the piled items up to the tower, and piled them aside.
When it comes to preparing sacrifices, although there are not many things, the etiquette is very complicated!
They picked up the black porcelain sea bowl and filled it with the old five kinds of sacrificial items. The five-color rice was placed in front of the plate and evenly placed in the center of the tablecloth to fix the tablecloth. After that, three incense burners were placed in the front, with thick wrists on both sides. Dragon pillar wax, three long and two short are inserted in the middle to offer incense.
Between the incense burner and the five-color grain, there is also a copper basin for sacrificing livestock. Except for the whole chicken, the other five animals such as horses, cows, sheep, dogs, and hogs only need to cut off their heads for worship.
The cooked heads need to be padded with leaves and herbs, and placed facing people. Although these animals are young calves, their heads are not too small when taken out alone. More than 60% of the copper basin is occupied, and with the addition of herbs, It seems even more full.
Then, Tang Dayang obeyed Tang Baoguan's instructions, picked up the cross stakes, spread out the two regiment-shaped flags with strange handwriting, and tied them to both sides of the table.
Everyone observed the flag carefully. There were eight small flags in the flag. The colors were similar to the five-color grains. The shape was similar to a Taoist flag with a straight top and a sharp bottom. They surrounded a circular bamboo cover in the middle and were firmly held up by a piece of wood. They floated in the wind. When flying, strange runes can be seen flowing!
"Uncle Tang, what is this?"
If you don't understand, you have to ask. Song Siyuan saw that the flag didn't look like an ordinary Taoist flag, so she quickly asked about the doubts.
Tang Baoguan touched the soul-summoning flag and explained the items in front of everyone: "Same as the Taoist soul-summoning flags, our soul palace also uses soul-summoning flags, but I don't know how the system was passed down. It has been like this from our ancestors. .”
"This is not the most peculiar thing, the most peculiar thing. I haven't done it yet. Dayang, please give me the bamboo strips and straw."
Tang Dayang handed a package of straw and bamboo strips to the old man. He picked up the thinned bamboo strips and bent them in his hands.
In just one stick of incense, a lifelike cow head was born from your fingertips!
The horns are curved, the head and eyes are gentle, and the muscles are knotted. It is as big as a bamboo hat. If it were not for the sauce color of the bamboo strips, this bull's head would be comparable to a real bull's head.
"Uncle Tang, do you still have this skill?"
