It was after another teasing that Yingxue was able to continue to explain that this is a Taoist ritual. During the Zhongyuan Festival, Taoist priests from Taoist temples in the city would place ceremonial tables in the lively places in the city, and there were tributes such as lanterns, flowers, fruits, rice, and ancient coins on the table. Taoist priests and deacons sang various praises and scattered flowers behind the table.

As for the reason for scattering flowers, it is the ghost who hopes to die in vain. It can realize the impermanence of life from the falling flowers, so as to resolve the anger and be reincarnated early. The most important thing in being a ghost is to be happy.

""Li Yu was covered in black lines when he heard this. All his thoughts were done to the underworld. Secondly, this sounded familiar. I wondered if this was not the praise and self-comparison of the Japanese Bushido spirit.

China uses flowers to bloom and fall to persuade ghosts, while Japan uses flowers to fall and bloom to compare people, and I don’t know who copied whom.

However, it seems that China is slightly ahead of the position

"But isn't the Ullambana Festival? This festival was created because Mulian saved her mother. The common sayings of several big temples say this." Li Yu scratched his head. The most common sayings was Mulian's memory of saving her mother and exhorting her good deeds, and he could almost memorize it.

"So, China has always been like this. Once foreign customs and beliefs enter the court, they will soon become transformed with it. Don't say anything else. You look at Guanyin Bodhisattva, showing her body in India, but not in the Central Plains, but not in the way she becomes a female statue, but also specializes in sending children."

"It seems to be true when you say it." Li Yu's face was covered in darkness. At this moment, a piece of Henan opera singing sounded in his mind, "but he said that Jesus was born in Jerusalem, the third and second sounds! The fourth sounds."

"But your Zoroastrianism is very pure, and it has not been led by my country."

"Liu Lang was joking. There were no believers in the Celestial Church. Only Hu people or mixed-race people like slaves believed, so they were lucky enough to avoid being harmed."

"Hey? You mean, most people with this Faravaha don't have Central Plains people, at least they also have some of the blood of Hu people?"

"It's just that. I will serve Liu Lang's clothes."

"The weather is good today, please go with me."

"I think too, but I'm really inconvenient in the past few days." After saying that, my face turned a little red.

Li Yu scratched his head, not to mention Danbisi, b, even Hu Shubao is still a shadowless thing. It seems that Yingxue really can't go shopping with him.

After changing his clothes, he called two Zhao Chun's subordinates to act as followers and quietly left the palace.

Of course, there were still those who followed outside the palace gate. They didn't seem to expect that Li Yu would go on a trip so late, and he looked a little excited on his face for a moment.

Since Sebilo took the initiative to ease them to ease their hunger last time, the two sides are currently in a very delicate relationship, which makes them a little unable to raise their heads when they see Li Yu.

Li Yu thought this was good. Often when he went out for dinner, he also bought the orders for these people. After a while, the so-called surveillance became an escort.

It is called "no need to be used for nothing."

As for whom these people were sent, he was too lazy to care about them. There were only a few people who went over and over again. So what if he knew, he didn't even have the qualifications to protest.

So he walked in front with two followers, following about ten people at about ten steps behind him, who had to pretend that they didn't know each other.

Sometimes Li Yu flashed into a shop to check the goods, and the stalker who was wandering suddenly disappeared. When he was sweating profusely, a cough came from beside him. Then the cougher whispered to the shop and immediately understood.

Zhang Xiaosong was one of his followers. Since meeting Liu Shaoling that day, Li Yu felt that this person was available. He was quick to see things quickly. What was even more rare is that the natives of Jiangning knew everything about this big city. Taking him with him was like a tour guide.

The western market is still lively at night, and the shops also light candles and fire to open the door. Several greenhouses were built on the empty fields, with "Military Burning Master", the full name is "Yu Lin God Pudu Zhenjun, the envoy of the Netherworld Burning Ghost King Jianzhai".

"Face burns? No wonder this god's face is black." Atheist Li Yu habitually complained, but Zhang Xiaosong was scared to death. "Liu Lang is careful in words and words. This is a matter of ghosts and gods."

""

"This, what is this?" Li Yu asked, pointing to something on the altar. Looking at the light, it was clearly an eggplant, supported by four small wooden sticks inserted into it.

"This is called a god horse"

"Shenma?" Li Yu suddenly stared at Zhang Xiaosong. The latter was clever, but he didn't know what he said the wrong thing.

"Shenma? Damn it, is this guy also a time traveler? I use network terms to refer to the secret code. This is also considered meeting an old friend in a foreign land." He shook his sleeves and said with a spirit of "potassium, calcium, sodium, magnesium, aluminum, zinc, iron, tin, lead, hydrogen"

Then he looked at him with expectations. The latter was stared at for no reason. He scratched his head for a long time, and then bowed, "I'm a little dull, please let Liulang make it clear."

"Hey, you don't know?"

"I really don't know," Zhang Xiaosong cried with a sad face.

"Then what did you mean by saying "Shenma"?

"Is this thing called a god horse? Therefore, the person who left is called a god. The eggplant has four wooden sticks under it, which is the horse's legs. Today, the ghost gate is open, and the ancestors will come to the living to collect offerings. In order to show filial piety, the living will make this horse and let the deceased ride back."

"So, what does this mean?"

“It’s right”

""

At this time, a sound came from my ears, "You haven't seen it, the years are so beautiful, and the branches are blooming. It's a pity that after the wind and rain, tourists sigh at the fallen flowers everywhere." Combined with the sound of the gongs, drums, chimes and bells, it seems melodious and intriguing in the dark night.

"Liu Lang is called the Four Songs Flowers. When he sang it here, there will be two or three paragraphs, and the ceremony will be over. Although the words used in these last few paragraphs are vulgar, the principles in the process are not unpredictable."

"That's it, reward, let them sing harder," Li Yu ordered

Zhang Xiaosong stepped forward and took out a few small silver ingots and put them on the table.

These Taoist priests were invited by the shop owners, and they had already made a fortune. Now they were more excited when they saw someone giving them a reward.

"One scatters, the chrysanthemum is new, and the frowns are still unfolding. The butterflies pass by, butterflies, and there are no people under the moon."

"This is a strange flower" Zhang Xiaosong is quite an expert

"Why aren't scattered chrysanthemums?"

"Uh" Zhang Xiaosong felt sweat on his forehead. This Liulang's problem was really a bit tricky.

"Hey, chrysanthemums are not enough to dissipate, so it's better to be tight."

"Yes, yes, what Liu Lang said" Zhang Xiaosong couldn't figure out what this meant, but he couldn't ask. Li Yu's eyes twitched a few times and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!