Feng Heming

Chapter 132
The tip of Jiang Yuanxi's nose seemed to still smell a strong smell of blood, and the sticky stream of blood under her feet made her heart ache and tremble.

"Wu Niang, what's the matter with you?"

Jiang Bojin gently rubbed his younger sister's head. Just now, his younger sister's appearance made him feel strange, as if he had changed into a different person. He couldn't help but make a sound.

"It's nothing, but seeing so many people, I can't recover, and I'm worried that we don't know how to get in." Jiang Yuanxi had a look of worry on his face, as if he was really worried.

Jiang Bojin laughed a few times, "Ai ai", "I thought what was going on, it's up to my little brother!"

He took off a purse from his waist, waved to his long attendant, and told him: "Come, make a way for me."

The long follower made a promise, took the purse, and walked into the crowd.He came behind a middle-aged man and patted him on the shoulder. When the middle-aged man turned around, he handed over a silver bead the size of a grain of rice, "Please make way for me, my master wants to go in."

Then the middle-aged man took the silver beads, not only got out of the way, but also took the initiative to pat the person in front, pointing to the God of Wealth who appeared suddenly.

Then, Jiang Yuanxi and the others watched in amazement as Chang Sui used money to clear the way, until finally, among several layers of people inside and outside, a space was abruptly vacated for two people to pass in parallel.

Jiang Bojin smiled coolly, "Come on, Wu Niang, let's go in and watch the fire sacrificial ceremony."

Speaking of this, he also looked at Cui Yushu provocatively, "Wu Niang, no matter what troubles you have, my little brother will help you solve them. Look, if you want to watch the fire sacrifice ceremony, it's as simple as that."

Ever since Jiang Bojin made money, he has a strong confidence that most of the things in this world can be solved with money, if not, then there must be not enough money.

Cui Yushu felt aggrieved and did not dare to face Jiang Bojin directly. This is the brother of Wuniang and his mother. He is not out of his mind, but just for one night. Compared with him, I want to compare him in front of Wu Niang.

Cui Yushu was so depressed that he pretended not to see Jiang Bojin's provocation, fearing Jiang Bojin's entanglement, so he urged: "Let's go in quickly, the sacrificial ceremony is about to begin."

Jiang Bojin curled his lips, but did not poke Cui Yushu's heart, and walked in protecting his sister.

Jiang Boyong took a step behind, looking at Jiang Bojin's back, his eyes darkened, Liu Lang finally embarked on the same path as in his previous life, and became Wu Niang's strong backing, allowing Wu Niang's money bag to continuously grab gold and silver treasures .

"Fifth brother, why don't you go?" Jiang Bojin turned around and greeted, and Jiang Boyong stepped up to follow.

After entering the innermost part, Jiang Yuanxi and others felt a wave of heat coming. Even if September and autumn came, it still felt like a midsummer.

What appeared in front of Jiang Yuanxi was a tower of fire, built from thick and dry tree branches, one foot high. At this time, the bottom of the wooden tower was lit with torches, and the flames snaked up along the wooden tower. This feature can burn for a long time, the wooden tower is solid, when the flames below climb to the top, it is when the sacrificial ceremony begins.

At this time, there was smoke floating in the sky, and the flames gradually went up. Even if they hadn't climbed to the top yet, the raging fire could be seen from a distance at the street.

Water and fire are ruthless. Every year during the Lantern Festival and the Chongjiu sacrificial ceremony, the Jingmen army is facing an enemy. Every time they send soldiers to patrol the streets, fearing that there will be fires. The water tank is convenient for emergency situations.

In addition, it is also necessary to prevent the people from crowding, pushing and trampling, etc. The continuous inspection of the soldiers with long guns also deterred some habitual nightmarishers.

Jiang Yuanxi slowly took in the situation near the wooden pagoda, and then her gaze paused, and she saw Li Zhongwen on the right back opposite her.

I don't know if it's because her eyes are very strong, or he is very sharp, she only looked at him for less than ten breaths, and he suddenly raised his head to meet her eyes.

Jiang Yuanxi slammed into a pair of eagle-like eyes, but soon, it seemed that she realized that the person looking at him was her. The faint cold light in his eyes disappeared, and he slowly climbed into a smile, and waved at her .

Jiang Yuanxi looked away lightly, but clicked his tongue in his heart, this Mr. Zhong Lang seems to be a little different from his superficial kindness.

Seeing that Jiang Yuanxi didn't respond, Li Zhongwen shook his head helplessly, and looked at the people around her again. Seeing that his friend Cui Yushu was also there, he raised his eyebrows.

Li Zhongwen wanted to laugh when he saw the two gentlemen of the Jiang family, one on the left and one on the right, separating Cui Yushu beside Jiang Yuanxi.

In fact, he did laugh.

Jiang Yuanxi saw it out of the corner of his eye, and wondered in his heart, does this person really like cold butts?

Jiang Yuanxi turned her attention back to the fire tower. At this time, the crowd around her had already begun to stir slightly. Everyone turned their eyes to the fire tower. There were only a few logs left, and the fire could completely submerge the wooden tower. up.

At this time, a group of people wearing bright red sacrificial clothes also appeared. These are the temple officials who are responsible for guarding the high temple. Only in such large-scale sacrificial activities, they will come out of the high temple to preside over the sacrificial ceremony .

"call--"

When the breeze blows mischievously, the branches on the top of the wooden tower are ignited, and the flames ripple gently with the wind. If the wind is a little stronger, the flames will dance happily.

The raging flames of this place can be seen by the common people a few streets away.

The temple wishers in red sacrificial clothes also began to dance and sing sacrificial songs in a low voice: "September [-]th, the sun and the moon and the sun, and the two nines are at the same time. Here is a sacrifice to the god of fire. The farming is ready, and the winter will be ready." To, call the god of raging flames, pray to the god to dispel the cold and bless my people"

The sacrificial song was very long, and the temple priests danced for a full quarter of an hour. They kept turning around the fire tower, doing worship postures, and when they stopped singing, they danced with their hands and danced with their feet. , but began to come to the surrounding crowd.

Jiang Yuanxi faced the hand that Miao Zhu extended to her, put his hand on it, and was pulled into the sacrificial place by Miao Zhu.

Not only Jiang Yuanxi, but soon many people appeared in the sacrificial space. There were men and women, some young and some old. Those who were invited by the temple were all excited. They followed the temple and danced together to sacrifice. dance.

There is a saying that those who are invited by the temple to dance the sacrificial dance will be blessed by the god of fire, and will have no worries about food and wealth and good health in the coming year.

Jiang Yuanxi danced around the fire tower, truly feeling the sincerity of the people's prayers, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.

"call out"

"bang"

"Ah—help!"

A sharp arrow came from nowhere and hit the fire tower, overturning the tree trunk above it, and the flaming wooden tower collapsed.

At such a critical moment, an idea came to Jiang Yuanxi's mind: Sure enough, nothing good happened at Caishikou.

(End of this chapter)