With the sound of gongs, the ritual drums on both sides of the Temple of Heaven sounded one after another. These leather drums used as the grandest annual ceremony of the Western Xinjiang Kingdom are not simple drums. This drum is made of a kind of wild cow leather unique to the Western Xinjiang Kingdom. This kind of cow leather is very rare. Only officials of the general level and above are qualified to wear armor sewn with this material.

Because of the rare and special nature of this wild cattle herd, this cattle herd is generally favored in the Western Xinjiang country. People who poach such wild cattle will be sentenced to death after being discovered in the Western Xinjiang country. Even the people cannot collect the products on this cattle privately. If the corpse of this cattle naturally dies in the wild, their remains must be handed over to the court. If they are found to be hidden privately, it will be the matter of the head falling to the ground.

It is precisely because of this high-pressure policy that although these cattle are treasures, no one dares to buy them. If no one buys them, no one will have the idea of ​​this animal. Every year, there are many poachers hunting this cattle and then secretly selling it to the Han and Tang dynasties and Loulan Kingdoms, so many people die every year. The so-called humans die for money and birds die for food, which is just like this. The coexistence of huge risks and profits beyond imagination is enough to allow many people to experience this feeling of life and death.

This wild cow is rare, so it naturally has its magical features. This kind of cow is not only very elastic, but also very tough and not easy to break. After ordinary fur is peeled off from the animal's body, it will lose its elasticity and original texture, such as fox fur or mink fur. In order to pursue the softness of both, a layer of skin is usually required to be completely peeled off from the living fox or sable.

However, there will be no such problem with the skin of this cow. Whether it is a living cow or a dead cow, the skin is the same soft and elastic, and exudes a simple fragrance, which makes people feel refreshed. Just when you get close to it, you will feel much refreshed.

When Yun Zangfeng and Xiaohu knew the origin of this drum, they could only sigh at the magic of the creation of heaven and earth, but they did not have any bad intentions.

A drum sounded, resounding inside and outside the royal city; two drum sounded throughout the four fields of western Xinjiang. Then the drum beaters fell silent, as if waiting for something to happen. Yun Zangfeng first heard two drum sounds, and felt his heartbeat suddenly faster. The ceremony that he didn't care at all seemed to become solemn, which made Yun Zangfeng immediately put away his playfulness. Suddenly the drum sound stopped abruptly, and Yun Zangfeng's heart became unstoppable, which was very uncomfortable.

Taking advantage of this time, Yun Zangfeng counted carefully. In addition to the ten big drums surrounding the Temple of Heaven, there was a drum standing on both sides of the street extending from the steps to the Temple of Heaven. Every distance was the same. When the drum sounded just now, everyone was uniform and fell on the drum face together, making people's hearts surging and blood thrilling.

To achieve such an effect, in addition to the special materials for making big drums, these drum beaters also need years of training and tacit understanding to be able to be so neat and yet not lose their level. The drum sounds long and you need to hold the drum surface immediately after one blow to make it stop vibrating. Otherwise, some inappropriate noises will sound, affecting the solemnity of the ceremony.

Yun Zangfeng and the other two had never presided over any major rituals, so they naturally didn't understand. However, the ceremonial officer of Xijiang was a person who knew how to train so many drum beaters very well. The advance and retreat did not affect the overall beauty at all, just like a person who took a hammer.

The sound of the hammer stopped, and a special drum was slowly pushed out from behind the chariot of Kochaerqin and the Saint Maiden. This drum was placed on the drum stand.

The two of them pushed forward slowly. The height of this drum alone was so high that two people folded together. Yun Zangfeng was already dumbfounded just standing by the roadside and watching. All the drum sounds stopped and were waiting for this "big drum"?

When the drum was at the Temple of Heaven, six remaining people rushed up, raised the drum stand together, and slowly lifted the drum onto the platform. Everyone treated the drum as if they were treating a tender little girl, afraid that they would knock it.

The drum stand fell to the ground, and the drum made a dull sound. This sound alone made people feel swaying, and they felt that they were about to be blown down by the drum. A man stood out from behind the drum. In this cold weather, this man was naked with his upper body, and his arms were as thick as a bowl. He raised two drumsticks and knocked.

This sound was far more thrilling than all the drum ensembles in front of him. Yun Zangfeng felt that his internal organs were about to shake with the drum sound. Unexpectedly, this sound was just the beginning. After the big drum sounded, the small drum began to be beaten again. The sound waves came from all directions, making people dizzy. It seemed like a little man was rolling and kicking inside, and he was indescribably nauseous and wanted to vomit.

The layers of drums were like the sound of horse hooves of thousands of horses. They ran around on their heads, and they seemed to be slapping the three of them on the beach. Every organ in their bodies was pinched by an invisible hand, and they kept rubbing and slapped.

After listening to the song, the three of them felt dizzy, the sun and the moon were dim, but it seemed that a blood was ignited, and cold sweat broke out all over their bodies, and they couldn't say it was refreshing. This feeling was very strange, disgusting but comfortable, pain and comfort intertwined, the body repelled, but the soul wanted to hug, which made Yun Zangfeng feel scared.

On the other hand, everyone in the Western Xinjiang residents were fascinated by them. Some even knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to the direction of the Temple of Heaven, with their faces full of worship and unfulfilled feelings.

"Isn't it a evil song? Or maybe the body structure of the people in the Western Xinjiang is different from that of the Han and Tang dynasties, so they reacted differently to the drum sound? Fortunately, they calmed their minds and did not make any mistakes, otherwise they would definitely be exposed." Yun Zangfeng said to himself in his heart.

What puzzled him the most was that he, Long Ling and Xiao Hu were also famous masters in the world. Not to mention the level of martial arts, ordinary people could not compare with their physical strength alone. But these civilians in Western Xinjiang were just ordinary people, how could they be so obsessed with the sound of drums that they were tortured to death?

As the drums fell, Kochaerqin's chariot reached the end of the road, where the Temple of Heaven was sacrificed. Kochaerqin slowly took the hand of the saint like a devout believer, and there was no way a king should have. Instead, he was more like a servant, leading his master forward.

The more Yun Zangfeng looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. He gently touched Xiaohu with his arm and elbow and said, "Don't you think it's strange? Everything is too abnormal. The way Kochaerqin shows is completely different from the rumored him. He always feels indescribable."

Xiaohu said, "I think it's normal. Isn't the Western Xinjiang Kingdom a place where gods worship are very serious? It's even more serious than our Han and Tang dynasties, so the king will naturally be no exception. This ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven is a ceremony to present the saints to the gods. The gods are higher in the Western Xinjiang Kingdom than the king, so the king's respect for the saints is not abnormal at all."

The two of them were talking very little, and they were also around them

The beginning of the ceremony of worshiping the sky became very noisy. Everyone talked about the ceremony of worshiping the sky with the people around them. Some people shouted "king" and "saint" at the top of their lungs in Western Xinjiang dialect, and naturally they didn't hear the conversation between the two.

Yun Zangfeng himself didn't know something was wrong. When he heard Xiaohu say this, he seemed to be thinking too much, but the strange feeling kept lingering. He picked up his hands vigilantly and looked around for a week, trying to find out what exactly made him feel so strange.

However, everything was very normal and there was nothing. Kochaerqin and the Saint had joined hands to worship the Temple of Heaven. As the king, Kochaerqin naturally had to say a few words on such a big day.

So Kochaerqin began to say: "Dear citizens of the Western Xinjiang Kingdom, it is the annual ceremony of worshipping the heavens again. The gods we believe in have blessed our Western Xinjiang Kingdom in the past year, and have a good weather and a peaceful country. I hope that he will continue to bless our Western Xinjiang Kingdom in the new year and protect everyone."

Kochaerqin's voice was not loud and was not old, but it seemed to have a magical magic. At the beginning of the first sentence, the originally noisy square slowly became quiet. It seemed that every citizen of the Western Xinjiang country was willing to hear the king say a few words, so he was very consciously keeping quiet.

The sound of full air is conveyed far and wide: "Our war with the Han and Tang dynasties has been going on for a long time. To borrow a sentence from the Han and Tang dynasties, there are many worships Gods and God will protect us. Our ancestors lived in such a land, but because of their undevotion, God abandoned them, and because of our piety, we can enjoy our current life. Every person who betrays our God will be punished by God."

"The brave soldiers of the Western Xinjiang Kingdom, your fathers and brothers, and our fearless children are fighting bloody battles on the front line, and there are many good news. I believe that in the near future, the Western Xinjiang Kingdom will be able to annex the Han and Tang dynasties. At that time, we will no longer have to be trapped in this barren place. Everyone can eat enough and everyone can wear cotton and silk clothes. Do you want to annex the Han and Tang dynasties as soon as possible?"

"Think! Think! Think!" Yun Zangfeng did not expect that Kochaerqin's question could cause such a big response from the people of Xijiang Kingdom. He was extremely surprised. It seemed that Xijiang Kingdom's ambition for the Han and Tang dynasties was no longer a conspiracy of anyone.

Kozarqin showed a successful smile on his lips, and then said, "Then, you should serve our God more devoutly, kneel down and bow every day, have you heard?"

"I heard it." Everyone shouted loudly as if they were possessed.

"Next, please ask our saint to fulfill her mission and go to our God to convey our wishes to God." Kozarqin turned around and exposed the saint around him to everyone.

The saint didn't say anything, but just bowed to everyone and turned around and slowly took off her clothes. Her smooth body shone brightly under the sun, making people unable to open their eyes. She stood naked on the highest place in the Temple of Heaven, holding a knife in her hand and slashed it in her palm, and a stream of blood flowed down her hand.

There are many grooves on the platform, and blood slowly flows into the grooves, slowly turning into a strange pattern. The people below can't see clearly, and Yun Zangfeng can't see clearly. They can only see the saint standing there after cutting him, muttering something, not knowing what they are saying.
Chapter completed!