Chapter 25 25. The Divine Dance of Praying for Rain
The old streets of the imperial capital are dimly lit.
Young people walked by snuggling, and a family of three children played around their parents.
"Oops..." The child accidentally bumped into a figure.
He sat down on the ground and was about to cry when he saw a figure looking back.
Tears fell back into his eyes. The child's immediate feeling told him that there was a legendary monster in front of him. If he cried, the monster would eat him.
"Sorry, sorry." The mother caught up, picked up the child with one hand, and apologized sincerely. But when he looked at his melon, his eyes were not so good.
"It's okay." Li Xi'an smiled.
"Quick, give this..." The mother was stunned for a moment when she saw the boy's face clearly.
"Brother." Li Xi'an added.
"Quickly, apologize to this brother!"
The child pondered for a long time and finally said in a mosquito voice: "I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, let's go play." The young man shook his head gently.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm really sorry." My mother added when she left.
When the family walked away, Li Xi'an turned around and caught a glimpse of Li Shishuang, who was suppressing a smile.
"Have you reached the point where others don't even bother to argue without asking?"
Li Xi'an didn't answer.
He was listening to the ups and downs of the storyteller outside the court. This is a well-known craftsman in the neighborhood. It coincides with a big festival, and a lot of people gathered outside the door.
"Today is the first day of the seventh month in the Great Yan Calendar, the day of the Great Zhu Ceremony, so let's talk about the legend of this Great Zhu Ceremony!"
The old man's voice was loud and clear, but also hoarse with age.
His big arms rolled up his sleeves, and he woke up and slapped the table.
"Youdao means that there are immortals sitting in the Taimiao, and the number one scholar will be born under the mahogany door! This Taimiao is the residence of the great shaman who controls the yin and yang of the gods and ghosts."
"The drought in the Great Yan Dynasty lasted for three full years, and God refused to give even a drop of rain. What is the reason? It turns out that there is Qingyi in Mobei, and Bao, the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, went south! This man has great magical powers and has a green lantern. Legend has it that Zhongneng will burn all the water in the Yellow River..."
"The great witch Zhu's surname was Su. Surrounded by red dragons, she climbed over four mountains and crossed the yellow sands of Mobei to find the location of the female slave. From then on, a shocking battle began!"
"Eternal blue sky! Fanged Buddha face!" The old man sang in a low voice, time accumulated in his throat, wanting to take the audience to the vast ancient times and see with their own eyes the immortal Buddhas all over the sky!
"The Great Witch Zhu finally returned to the capital of the gods, and performed a rain-praying dance to make the gods bow their heads... Today's Great Zhu celebration is to commemorate this man's contribution to the world."
"The rain is falling, and the sky is green, and the clouds are rustling, and the emperor is returning." The old man slapped the table, and everyone woke up.
He looked around and saw the young man wearing Zhuwenxuanyi leaving in the corner. When he lowered his head again, there was an inexplicable golden leaf in his hand.
"The one from Taihang Mountain..." The old man gently held his beard.
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Walking from the old street to the avenue feels like traveling through a century.
The Great Zhu Festival is an ancient festival that dates back thousands of years and continues to this day.
This is public perception. Ancient books show that this great blessing ceremony comes from the hidden era. No one can understand that in that era even bricks and tiles were hard to find, but there was a tradition of grand celebrations that continues to this day.
All descriptions are clear, but there is no dynasty indication of the source.
"The great witch is called Jian Tiansi?" Li Xi'an suddenly asked.
"Well, the Great Witch Zhu is theoretically an official of the dynasty, and his status is almost equal to that of the emperor." Zhao Xingzhou explained.
"Can the status of Wu Zhu, who is in charge of ghosts and gods, be so high?"
"It is said that the destiny of a country is carried by Jian Tiansi. They come from Jiuyou. In order to maintain their sanctity, they must remain virgins all their lives." Li Shishuang followed from behind with a smile, holding a candied haws in her mouth.
"Neighborhood rumors are very different. This is a statement that can withstand scrutiny. As for which era this happened... people can make a lot of money."
"That's it." On the horizon, the full moon hung high.
Li Xi'an waited here for three days for the celebration to arrive.
There were huge crowds of people, and even the great changes in the imperial capital a few days ago did not affect the joyful atmosphere of this grand celebration. Of course, this kind of comfort is inseparable from the efforts of Zhao Xingzhou and Li Shishuang in the past few days. Maintain the stability of the status quo. Although many people died in that calculation, they are not irreplaceable.
But it won't last long, and the two people traveling with him all know this.
Young people in robes walked by chatting and laughing. There were many people wearing ancient clothes in this ancient celebration, so Li Xi'an was not conspicuous, but occasionally a little girl would come and ask him where he bought this dress.
Above the head, a burst of fireworks suddenly burst out.
It was a meteor flying backwards, with flower seeds dragging their gorgeous tails, blooming with extreme colors in mid-air. Then countless streams of light slanted down, illuminating the black bird relief on the ancient altar.
Unknowingly, they had followed the flow of people to the center of the imperial capital.
The mysterious bird of destiny descends and gives birth to Shang.
This is a magnificent ancient altar, a place where ancient emperors worshiped heaven. Built during the Shang Dynasty, the black bird was its totem.
The witches were dressed in blue and red, and their slender bodies danced gracefully. They played ancient rhythms in the center of the altar and chanted the chapters handed down from the ancient Ancestral Temple.
Written language is the carrier of the spirit, and so are the movements of the body.
There were golden candles burning in Li Xi'an's eyes, and he could see the traces of millions of years ago manifesting at this moment. The era is not the Shang Dynasty, it is older than the Xia Dynasty at the beginning.
From Hidden History.
Someone was dancing lightly in the altar. She was a beautiful woman.
She was also wearing green clothes and red clothes, with flying snakes, dragons and elephants painted on her sleeves. She chanted in a low voice, and her dance was so beautiful that it could make the gods bow their heads. At the same time, there was a crowd under the altar, where the ancestors were bowing to the Supervisor. She waves, clouds gather, she hums, the wind blows, she carries the heaven and earth with her body, sending clouds and rain from all directions.
The woman performed a magical dance, turning her head sideways and looking in Li Xi'an's direction from time to time. The cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was particularly dazzling on his fair skin, like a drop of blood seeping into his soul.
Maybe the place Li Xi'an is standing at this moment is where the kings were in ancient times.
Thick black clouds gathered, and he could feel the unparalleled excitement of the ancestors.
Rain, in ancient times, was life.
Golden ancient texts and Taoist laws rippled with Jian Tiansi's movements, as if she were covered with a golden candle-like gauze. In the hazy sky, stars lit up. Li Xi'an looked carefully and realized that they were letters reflecting the sky. The morning star-like writing points in the direction of the west.
Western Kunlun.
Li Xian was silent.
Li Shishuang, who was nibbling candied haws on a stick, turned sideways and suddenly found that the place beside her was empty and the boy was missing.
High in the sky where no one can see, red shadows pass through the clouds like arrows, and finally settle in the clouds.
The Heavenly Cauldron appeared and the seal script circulated.
It seems that endless wronged souls are awakening in the cauldron, and thousands of evil ghosts have returned to the world, but their grievances have melted away under the divine dance. This world remembers that woman at this moment, as it did thousands of years ago, and it still does today. Her dance is praying for rain and also opening up reincarnation.
The song of Supervisor of Heaven ends, and dark clouds gather in the sky.
The red dragon sacrificial tripod transforms thousands of innocent souls into raindrops and returns them to the earth.
At this time, two rains fell at the same time after thousands of years, and the scene of the first raindrop hitting the altar almost overlapped.
The water splashes are all similar.
"Is it raining?" Beside the altar, someone noticed a chill on the tip of their nose.
As the drizzle fell silently, people realized that it was raining today, and that it was sacred. Even the eyes of Wu Zhu, who was performing the ceremony on the altar, were filled with joy.
They were soaked by the rain and felt no discomfort.
The reflection of the world, the extremely beautiful woman also raised her hand and felt the warmth of the raindrops falling on her palm.
He looked at the clouds.
(End of chapter)