In the midsummer month, the sun was in Dongjing. The emperor Yan, the god Zhurong, worshiped the stove, sacrificed the lungs, and ate beans and chickens.

May is called Gaoyue or Ruibin. It is the month for worshiping the fire god Yan Emperor. The custom of eating rice dumplings on the Dragon Boat Festival has not yet appeared. Sacrifice to the fire god is the main activity at this time of this month.

From this point of view, Shi felt that those witches should be difficult to deal with.

No other moon is chosen to sacrifice to the Fire God, which is consistent with the month order.

Originally, witch, history and doctors were not separated, and these witches had a very historical background and cultural level.

The legendary first Zhurong was Chongli. When this man was appointed as the official Zhurong, he did a great thing by the Emperor's order - the Jedi Tiantong. From then on, only the king and the leader of the tribal alliance could sacrifice to the heaven and earth through the official Zhurong to communicate with ghosts and gods. Zhurong was the only official recognized person who communicated with ghosts and gods, so these people sacrificed to Zhurong.

Combining these legends and semi-historical facts, the sacrificial objects and sacrifice months chosen by these witches are impeccable. We need culture, historical rhymes, rituals, and allusions. These people use this to make money and are indeed useless to make money.

A cultured witch is a qualified witch.

Women are witches and men are polites. I don’t know how much higher these men and women are than people like Shi when they talk about the traditional cultural heritage at this time.

As the saying goes, there is no China after Mingtiao, and there is no China after Muye. In the eyes of these people, just from the perspective of sacrifices, in ancient times, the Shang Dynasty used the liver, and Zhou used the lungs, which was simply a destruction of tradition.

Fortunately, there is a group of people with a lot of literary and historical backgrounds on Mozhe who can fight with them.

On the fourth day of the fifth month, the Mozhe, who had been dormant in Peidi for more than a month, finally began to move.

The arrival of these Mozhes initially brought a lot of shock to the great nobles in Peidi. However, after coming, they did nothing except "pulling Maori World" to sell salt at low prices in the village and community, so the great nobles also calmed down.

This time, the only Mozhes who gathered together was Peidi and not the more than 60 people who went to the village community.

He was wearing a red silk men's robe bought from Taoyi a few days ago, wearing a wizard from Dongyi and Huaiyi, and wearing a vermilion-colored leather glove on his right hand, feeling uncomfortable all over.

The silk fabrics were of good quality at this time, but the sleeves were too wide, so he wore short brown since the time traveled, which was really uncomfortable.

Seeing his whole body as if he was thorny, Gong Zaoye laughed and said, "Why is the best silk clothes on you, it looks like there is a wheat ray on it? It won't work tomorrow."

Mo Zi smiled and said, "You are responsible for using Wu Zhu's means to deal with Wu Zhu. If there is any debate, let others go. If there is a fight, you don't have to do it."

Shi shrugged and asked, "If those people are anxious tomorrow and take action in public, we must be careful."

Gong Zaoye laughed and said, "Don't worry. You are the most unbeatable for the sixty ink masters here. I can kill twenty or thirty like you with a sword alone. Mr. Wang has his own military formation skills to defend the city. The city gates are close soldiers and meet on narrow roads. The ink masters are good at it. If you really want to fight, three hundred ordinary soldiers will be dispersed by our sixty people. Don't worry, just do your business well."

Just as I was about to rest assured, I saw Qin Huali beside me and didn't know what she was thinking, and her face seemed to be a little worried.

My heart tightened, thinking that Qin Huali had any problem?

He asked hurriedly, but he didn't want to say that Qin Huali said in a daze: "I didn't think that such a small thing would happen if the fight started. I was thinking that the village and community in Shangqiu should be harvested now, right? As soon as they left, they didn't know if the righteousness could still be circulated in nearby villages and communities..."

Looking at these Mo people who did not take life and death seriously, he patted his head with his hand and acted as if he was impressed. He had never killed anyone, but except for him, these Mo people had a lot of blood on their hands.

The ink people laughed and asked Shi to learn swordsmanship with others as soon as this matter was finished. Even if he didn't become a ten-player enemy, he would at least argue with others. When the other party was angry and angry, he could defend himself.

After everyone laughed, Mozi stopped talking and laughed at the Mo people, sharpened their swords and prepared crossbow arrows just in case.

"If it can be solved tomorrow, it is best. If there is a conflict, use the 'preparation city gate counterattack array' to form a group of troops and form a formation to fight."

This is just a preparation for prevention in advance. Mozi himself is the radical of the Mozhe Beicheng Division, and he must be responsible for the war.

Shi didn't know what this city gate counterattack array looked like, but it seemed that these ink masters were all skillful.

If there is a formation that breaks without formation, and if there is an organization, it is not difficult to fight with one or ten, so he will no longer worry.

All kinds of prepared twine, linen, liquor, and white phosphorus were all for him to use.

The Mo people who are familiar with the "Welcome the Enemy Temple" and "Sacrifice to Ghosts and Gods" also prepared the altar prepared by Mozi and several carpenters using mortise and tenon. At this time, they were disassembled and once it took a short time, they could combine a five-foot wooden platform.

The specific method has been practiced many times, and this time, I made the final inspection and confirmed that everything was ready, so I put these objects on a carriage and headed to the sacrificial ground 70 miles south of Peinan.

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In the south of Peidi, there is a wasteland, not a large siege on the east and west sides, and it has its own unique characteristics.

There are many silts in the desert, and birds and beasts are flourishing, and there are many dead bodies.

Bubbles often emerge in the mud. Occasionally, there is no thunder or fire and no one ignites it, and a big fire will ignite. There will be cold fires at night, like ghosts.

Near the desert, there is a mountain with black stones on the mountain. A fire broke out in a few days, accompanied by a sour smell of smoke and dust.

Originally, the locals just thought it was magical and quite puzzled.

Why do bubbles in the silted land burn?

Why will there be ghosts and blue fires in planting in silted land?

There are no plants and trees on the earthen mountain, only black stones, why does it burn for several days without extinguishing?

Therefore, there are many rumors in Pei land, saying that there will be Zhurong miracle when traveling south for seventy miles. At night, there will be fire and smoke when the day is sunny.

After it was spread to Peidi, the witches and the monks said that this place was a miracle of Zhurong and needed sacrifices. Zhurong was no longer just a Grand Sima, but was deified into a divine character, managing light, sun and flames.

It also said that if the sacrifice is not given, it may cause drought.

It was already alarmist, and the black stone burning on the earthen mountain, and the habit of sacrificing Zhurong here was originally a habit of worshiping Zhurong, and they were all descendants of the legendary founding of Zhurong after Zhurong. Such myths have a great market.

Uncle Ma said that most myths use imagination and the help of imagination to conquer, control, and visualize natural forces.

With the drought and wilderness that was the last year, sacrifices here have become one of the most important things in the local area.

People want to conquer nature, but they have no choice but to rely on myths and pray for the sacrifices to bring good harvests. They believe that the myths are true because it seems to be the only way to resist droughts.

This place is not close to the Yellow River, and there is also a big siege depression next to it. Before the Yellow River seized the Huai River and entered the sea, there was no flood or drought here. Therefore, there was no market for worshiping the water god, but there was no market for worshiping the fire god, the light god, but you could earn tens of thousands of dollars every year.

The witches and the big clans and the villagers had contacts. Although the clan society in the Spring and Autumn Period began to disintegrate, the remaining habits were still there.

Many nobles from the destruction of small countries moved here with their tribesmen, and there were some connections. They had their own agreements with Wu Zhu and needed to set an example for the common people.

Those who don’t believe it will naturally not believe it. Those who believe it will spend some money to act in order to attract more people to contribute money to sacrifice.

After getting the money, they will return the money from the villagers and the big clans. The remaining money will be deducted from the expenses of the sacrifices and the people will share the money in proportion. They will get a lot of money every year.

Since you want to sacrifice, you must behave in full shape.

Not only do the money, the villagers should set an example, but also the maids and concubines who sacrificed to Zhurong.

The great clan has its own slaves, and they can also spend money to buy them, and they donate three or two a year.

The remaining ones are selected from the homes of civilians.

If it is beautiful, it will be trained by a male institution first. After the training is completed, it will be poisoned with weeds. It will be unconscious for several days but will not die or be corrupt. When the sacrifice is made, it will be burned with fire to increase the sense of ritual.

Many of the ritual vessels and sacrificial vessels from old and small countries have been circulated, and many of them are difficult for ordinary people to see. Therefore, every sacrifice makes people addicted to it and feel very noble. I also believe that only in this way can there be no nine-day drought.

In a few years, it has already formed a scale and has become a local practice, attracting many rural residents. Most of these rural residents have hidden households and fleeing, and are the kind of people who passed through Mount Tai to express their harsh policies and fierceness over tigers: they do not need to fulfill military obligations and labor obligations, but their survival is bad and therefore they have extremely weak resistance to natural disasters, so they are the most convinced.

This is the intersection of rice and millet cultures. There is nothing wrong with growing millet in May, and rice plants are not busy yet. It is a suitable day for sacrifice.

A few days ago, many farmers had brought the elderly and young people, and brought some money they had saved up very easily, and came from a hundred miles away with the corn or rice they had eaten on the road to worship the earthy mountain that had burned for days, so as to avoid drought this year.

Before dawn, more than a thousand people gathered there. Some villages and communities have prepared their own sacrifices.

It was a habit of the Zhou Dynasty that lungs were the best as sacrifices, and they needed sacrifices to be sacrificed.

Furthermore, this month there is a habit of using cherries as sacrifices. At this time, cherries are called hantata, which means eating the yellow oriole.

Cherries dot the lungs of animals, or the sound of slaughtering livestock. The unconscious girls lie in piles of firewood, dressed up and motionless.

By noon, more and more people were already coming, and the sacrifices were ready to begin. The burning earth mountain was no longer burning, and the occasional burning of silt bubbles was rare.

The witches and men dressed in various costumes and recited some strange words to make the final preparations before the sacrifice.

Thousands of people knelt on the ground, silently begging for a good year this year, not to have another severe drought, not to anger Zhurong Vulcan God...

Just as everyone was kneeling down and waiting for the sacrifice to begin, several carriages and a group of people in black costumes came from a distance.

Some people from Peiyi recognized these people at first sight as Mozhe because their carriages were made of double shafts and single horses, which was very special.

Some people from remote villages also recognized these people at first sight as Mozhe, carrying swords but wearing short brown clothes, dressed exactly the same as those who helped them build houses in villages, sold salt at a low price, taught them to dig toilets and pile manure, and planted strange crops.

But there are still some differences.

The leader was very young, wearing a vermilion suit, and wearing a leather glove on his right hand on a hot day.

Seven people followed behind him, and they were also wearing red clothes, carrying various jars, and a dog was held behind him.

This strange dress is amazing, or I think these people are also here to participate in the sacrifice and prayer.

But he didn't want to wear red congratulations and leather gloves, the young man wearing leather gloves, walked to the witches.

He gently took off his right glove with his left hand, reached out and dipped it in the jar held by someone behind, and then touched his right hand in the brazier beside him.

Nearly a hundred people in front exclaimed, and a light blue flame burned on the man's right hand, as if the man was not afraid of the fire at all, but a strong smell of wine came from.

Then the young man shook his hand, and the burning flames flew out and landed on the firewood next to him, igniting the firewood and dust rolling.

The young man put on leather gloves on his burning hands, and there was no sign of pain on his face. Instead, he showed a arrogant look and asked with a crazy laugh: "I have the blood of Zhurong, and my hands are like the feet of a golden crow! In the past, Zhurong's Jedi Heaven and Heaven are not his descendants, so how can you witches communicate with the heavens?"

"I should be the sacrifice for this sacrifice. How can you be qualified?"

"Who is the priest? Come and talk!"

He pointed at the stupid witches beside him, with disdain on his face.
Chapter completed!