Tang Baoguan turned around and looked into the void with his turbid eyes: "The women avoided, the old men avoided. I only left a few young children to follow me to prevent you from provoking anything."
It is indeed not appropriate to have women on such a sacrificial occasion. When it comes to dealing with ghosts and gods, Song Siyuan rarely follows the local customs, so she took Ren Kongque down the tower and hid at the entrance of the stairs with Yue Qingshan, Sun Daqiao and the others.
"Uncle Tang, didn't you say that you can only leave with the calf in the early morning? It's only the afternoon, isn't it in the way?"
Yue Guanchao remembered what Old Man Tang had reminded him a few days ago and quickly asked out his doubts.
"My dear, it only needs to be two days before and after the turn of the old and new years. You worship ancestors in the early morning because this is the rule in the Qinling Mountains. It doesn't really matter whether it's the afternoon or the early morning. If you have anything else, ask them all now. Wait. After the incense was lit, I pressed the gun against my neck, but I couldn't even tense up a word."
Tang Baoguan's words were so serious that the smile rarely disappeared from the old man's face. Yue Guanchao knew it was time to get serious. He looked at the crowd and nodded: "Okay, we all know it."
"Let's get started. You light the dragon candle, then use the candle flame to light the incense, and then light the cud animal. Then don't make any sound. Stand behind me and just call the gongs and drums."
After saying that, Tang Baoguan was helped to the front by Tang Dayang, standing right in the middle of the sacrificial table.
Yue Guanchao and Tang Dayang looked at each other, picked up the fire stick and lit the half-arm-long dragon candle, and then the two of them raised the dragon candle close to the incense burner and offered five incense sticks. When the incense was extinguished and could be seen, they stood in front of the crenel and held the cud standing in front of them. Animals also light up sparks.
Old Man Tang said that these paints are mixed with oil and water and can be easily ignited. Once these sparks get close to the animal, they will automatically burn all over the body, igniting blue flames.
Tang Baoguan may have noticed the heat steaming in front of his face. The five fingers of his hands were like tents, stretched diagonally in front of his heart. The fingers moved slightly, forming a strange seal.
"Man~copy guy~"
A roar of Qin opera silenced everyone. Yue and Tang put the dragon candle back into the incense burner and quickly picked up the thing behind the old man.
Two people beat the drums and two people beat the gongs.
Yue Guanchao and the four of them followed the rhythm, beating drums and gongs, and the roar of musical instruments resounded throughout the mountain bay.
Although Tang Baoguan was older, his voice was still in the same state as when he was young. His voice was high and resonant, and he shouted and sang old Qin opera tunes:
"The sound of the general's order shakes the mountains and rivers. The men are wearing armor and riding on saddles. The young and old men are shouting together, urging the men and horses to the front of the formation. They wear purple gold crowns with hair, nine-flower jade rings, gold mirror lion buckles on the chest, and cross-body bags at the waist. Longquan Sword, the bow is curved and drawn like the moon, sharp wolf fangs are pierced through the pouch, and it urges the green-maned thousand-mile horse. The hero enters the battle and dares to take the lead. It is the brave general who urges the horse to advance. The soldiers on the outpost call out, listen to me sing the soul-satisfying song. ~~~~The lofty Han and Tang Dynasties, the great China, feast on our country, and offer sacrifices to the country... The soul is full of souls, do not see Pluto, be careful when you return, for fear of disaster, if you meet Pluto, nine of the ten souls will die, don't worry about it Hang up and return to the secluded platform. Various heroic spirits come and go to see you. Please open the door to respect the old god. Hey, hey, hey, hey~~~"
Huayin Laoqiang is originally an emotional opera song produced by the people of Shaanxi who enjoyed themselves in hardship. It sings about the ancients' love for local life. It has always been famous for its high-pitched, enthusiastic, rough and simple style.
Tang Baoguan experienced decades of loneliness and had difficulty speaking out. Just in line with Jing Huayin's old accent, he felt it and sang out all the sufferings of life through this ancestor worship!
For a time, hundreds of miles of mountains and bays, gongs and drums accompanied the singing with enthusiastic lyrics, and the old Huayin tune was desolate and tragic, just like the life of Tang Baoguan, which was full of twists and turns and high-spirited joy in suffering.
At the end of the song, Yue Guanchao and his friends unconsciously played their instruments close to the rhythm of Old Man Tang, and the singing and instruments harmonized with each other, creating shock waves in their brains and shocking everyone with goosebumps.
Song Siyuan and the others stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked at the people in front of the tower. Somehow, they felt that they were no longer alive. Their bodies were shadowy under the heat wave, as if their souls were flowing before their eyes.
The drums and gongs have finished singing, and the soul song is in full swing.
The incense had burned to the top, leaving only sporadic smoke. The egg white and fire oil on the surface of the cud animals had also been burned away, and the color gradually faded. The cud objects began to be burned by the flames, and the crackling sound continued. They were like animals shouting and spitting fire. , countless straw cotton wadding spurted out from their mouths, and five-color flames spurted toward the crenel, like a unicorn spitting fire, it was spectacular!
These things, themselves as light as feathers, were as light as feathers like paper money for ancestor worship. They were lifted up by the intense heat and quickly floated into the air with a flash of fire. Taking advantage of the cold wind in the tower, they flew towards the Yungu Plank Road.
Seen from a distance, these black and gray straws circled endlessly towards the sky, and then floated towards the heads of the six animals. When the fire was extinguished, the fly ash stuck to the heads of the six animals, and then extinguished the sparks, as if there were real souls coming around everyone, enjoying themselves wantonly. Six animal sacrifices.
"Oh my god, the old god of Qinling is not really coming!"
When Sun Daqiao saw the black ash on the six animals, his scalp was numb with shock, and he felt that the old god had really come to enjoy the tribute!
"Sun Daqiao, hasn't your family ever burned paper money?"
