This morning, dark clouds were pressing down on the top, and the dawn was nowhere to be seen. The skyline to the west was dark, as if the sky was sank into the ground.

The day before yesterday, the clan meeting was unified. Everyone in Zhongjiabao was busy for a day and two nights. Today, everything was ready, and the first seventh sacrifice was held.

After the ancestral hall, the original Zhong family tomb became a cemetery. Hundreds of small tombs were squeezed into the originally sparsely arranged Zhong family cemetery, which was so small that it was only a long and wide mound of soil, plus a tombstone. It was squeezed with tall pine and cypress, but it did not seem messy, but instead made the cemetery more solemn.

Fortunately, the custom of Zhongjiabao is cremation, and the mountain cannot squeeze out so many cemeteries.

The ancestral hall has also been changed. The stone house in the inner hall has been demolished on three sides, and the remaining wall has been widened several feet. The carpenters and stonemasons have been busy all night, nailing out long altars and putting together the ancestor tablets brought by the farmers and the ancestor tablets of the Zhong family.

I glanced at it and saw tablets of large and small, black or brown, and even wood-colored, densely packed, afraid there would be thousands of pieces. "It's too messy, it's not etiquette."

Elder Zhong was still complaining that the farmers did not look like the Zhong family, so they did not know what rituals they had. Not to mention the shape and text of the tablets, many tablets were still prematurely dying children, and they wanted to withdraw but couldn't. They were all engraved on the same sign as their ancestors.

Only the Zhong family has been there for thousands of years. In the early years, foreign surnames were either integrated into the Zhong family or cut off. The current tenant farmers from the Du State, Luo State and Wan State were mostly refugees from the four or five generations of ancestors here, so the tablets were naturally mixed.

The chaotic tablets are secondarily. What is even more eye-catching is that the altar is divided into two pieces, and a dirt column is erected in the empty space in the middle, but it is barely visible in human form, without any details. The dirt column was a tablet several times larger, with the three words "Ti Di Gong" written on it.

Zhong Yao looked at the mixing style that integrates the ancestral hall and the land temple, and said casually: "It's okay, I'll take it slowly in the future."

He smiled again and said, "If there is a future."

Elder Zhong no longer complained. The ancestral halls were demolished, the clan tombs were scattered, and the ancestral tablets were gathered with other people and even the Tudigong. Where can I go to ceremonies?

A circle of incense burners is fan-shaped in front of the land tablet. The so-called incense burners are actually large flower pots, water tanks and even rice tanks. They are filled with most of the soil and are waiting for people to burn incense and stand.

Zhong Yao looked back and saw that the Zhong family wore mourning clothes, guests, relatives, clan guards, craftsmen, servants were dressed in white, and the fortresses wore black sleeves, supporting the elderly and young, gathering together with six or seven hundred people, and spreading in a fan shape behind them.

Among the guests, Birmingham and Shu Benhua were both present, and they attended as representatives of the Bo family and Shu family.

Ji Xiaozhu was not among the guests. She was half of the Zhong family and half of the Zhong family. The sum was equal to one of her own people and she didn't need to see her.

After receiving Ji Xiaozhu's encouragement and warning eyes, Zhong Yao nodded to the leader of the music team who had temporarily gathered up.

The drum beats are ringing, the cymbals are sonorous, the suona is melodious, and the lively sacrifice begins.

This time, Zhong Yao was the protagonist, and his thoughts aroused the sacrificial text.

Last night, he worked hard and used the writing skills he learned from Mr. Gao, plus his memories of his previous life, to piece together this sacrificial text. He combined his father's first seven, the group sacrifices of the ancestors of Zhong family and the ancestors of Zhongjiabao, and the sacrificial texts of Tudigong, which is a hodgepodge that has never been seen in history.

"Alas……"

The ritual begins with missing my father. Speaking of his father's death in the line of duty and his death young, he must have been reunited with his ancestors.

"The mud and ashes are removed from the springs of the ancestral home, and I send frost on earth to tears..."

Speaking of missing our ancestors, we commemorate the great achievements of our ancestors throughout the ages, and wish we could see our heroic style in person.

"There are ancestors who pass through the mountains and the Huihe River. The place where the ancestral land is broken, and the willow branches are new day and night..."

The ancestors of the Zhong family also thought of all the ancestors who had been buried here for thousands of years. They and the ancestors of the Zhong family slashed and fired, opened fields and built houses, and took root in the land of Zhongjiabao, turning the former wild land into a land of fireworks.

"The black clouds are about to destroy the mountain, and the demon nightmare is the end of the world..."

After a change of the topic, when it comes to the return of the demon nightmare, Zhongjia Castle has no power to resist, the foundation of his ancestors is about to be destroyed, and his bloodline is in danger of being cut off.

"If the sky has feelings, the sky will grow old, and the moon will be full without hatred. Once the chaos has opened up the merits, the right path on earth is vicissitudes..."

Then we talk about the fact that although heaven and earth are unkind, the rise and fall of human life and death are common, but man and heaven and earth are beneficial, and the way of mortals is also a branch of the great way of heaven and earth. I hope that heaven and earth can give mercy on mortals.

"I advise the heaven and earth to shake the gods without any restrictions..."

Finally, I prayed to heaven and earth, hoping to select virtuous and talented people from my ancestors, take on the important task of landlords, and protect the land of Zhongjiabao.

The sacrificial text is sprinkled with thousands of words. Those who cannot understand it only feel unfathomable. Those who can understand it are carried by the ups and downs of the heart.

"Although I only understand half of it, I think it makes sense."

Among the guests, Birmingham changed into white clothes, and a tuft of red hair on his head was still eye-catching. He muttered: "Who wrote it for Xiao Yao? What a talent! I should invite you to Bojiazhuang to be my husband. Only I deserve such a good husband!"

Uncle Benhua, who had taken off his golden jade and was still gorgeous and noble, kept his eyes on Zhongyao.

"It's still the same Zhongyao who can always tell novel stories and does not take human ethics seriously... brother."

The airflow of cold and heat rolled in her heart made her subconsciously pursed her red lips.

"He actually dared to advise Tiandi and let Tiandi enthrone the gods according to his intentions. Master would probably be scared to the point of being so scared that he could spit out the water dragons of his orifices."

"The master often quotes the words of the master, saying that the mind of heaven is unpredictable and the spirit of gods is born. This is the case with the Lord of Daishan. Is this guy Zhongyao arrogant and ignorant, or is he still doing it if he knows it is impossible?"

"Well, it depends on how he will end up. No matter what the outcome, I will extend my hand just for his courage and this tribute."

"If the sky has feelings, the sky will grow old, and the moon will be full without hatred... What beautiful poems, when I followed him to tell stories, I heard many similar poems, but unfortunately I finally practiced my whole heart and forgot it."

Everyone looked different when they listened to Zhong Yao reciting the sacrificial text.

"Xiaozhu, don't you think Xiao Yao has changed?"

Zhong Zhiwei, who was like a mountain of meat, was behind the crowd, like a tall and wide background board. She smacked her lips and said, "I used to know how to play, I was stupid and had no advantage except cuteness. In a blink of an eye, not only became a genius of cultivation, but also wrote such wonderful sacrificial texts. She was simply a versatile talent in civil and military affairs. Is this still Xiao Yao?"

Ji Xiaozhu stood next to Zhong Zhiwei, as slender as green bamboo, eliminating the oppressive feeling of the background board.

She smiled faintly and said, "A Yao has always been A Yao, and has never changed. Aunt, you feel strange, but you just never really know him."

Zhong Zhiwei laughed awkwardly: "That's right, no one knows Xiao Yao, you are a pair made of heaven and earth."

The girl shook her head and laughed: "Auntie, where do you want to go? A Yao is my relative."

Seeing the girl's eyes on Zhong Yao's body clear and calm, Aunt Roushan shrugged: "I really don't understand you."

Before the background board, Zhong Zhiqiang and his wife were also whispering.

She, who had a thick veil on her face, spoke in a muffled voice: "I don't know that the Land Lord can still invite him like this."

Zhong Zhiqiang sighed: "I hope it can be done. If possible, we don't want to go any other way."

She snorted: "What can't be done? Even a ray of thunder struck down, what should we do?"

Zhong Zhiqiang glared at her fiercely and lowered his voice: "If you want to slash the thunder, the ancestors should slash it when they decide to cremate! Xiao Yao finally saved you and promoted Shancun to a manager. Why do you still hold a grudge against him so much?"

She lowered her head, still full of resentment: "It would be better to let me die than to destroy my face like this! As for Shancun, it is just like his father's orders you. Do you think it's a good thing? Shancun has been busy the day before yesterday until today, and has not closed her eyes on both sides of the night, and he is ordered to death by him!"

Zhong Zhiqiang grinded his teeth and whispered: "Shut up!"

Zhong Zhizhong next to him continued: "Our nephew is extraordinary. He really dares to speak to heaven and earth, asking heaven and earth to seal the land according to his wishes. Isn't it too arrogant? I don't think so."

Zhong Zhiqiang said: "If it doesn't work, let's talk about it. What's the hurry now? Let him finish it."

Zhong Zhizhong's eyes flashed and he said suddenly: "No wonder you asked me to advise Shu Tianxiong not to come first, just let my daughter represent you, you also advised Bo Honghu?"

Zhong Zhiqiang nodded slightly: "My father always protects Xiaoyao, and it's useless to rely on us to fight alone. When today's results are achieved and tomorrow the heads of the two families come over, our path will be successful."

Zhong Zhizhong looked around and got closer and his voice was lower: "I promised that you will take over and give me a thousand acres of land."

Zhong Zhiqiang's cheeks twitched and he smiled bitterly: "If you don't solve the nightmare, you will give it to you. Can you hold it?"

Zhong Zhi had something to say: "Xiao Yao's idea is pretty good. He can't do it, which means he is not qualified. Just find someone with qualifications."

At this time, after Zhong Yao finished reciting the sacrificial text, Elder Zhong raised his natal spiritual sword, urging the sword energy, and roared out a sharp iron sound, shouting: "Blessed--!"

Hundreds of people present kneeled down at the same time, prostrated themselves and bowed devoutly.

This is not kneeling for the gods, but kneeling for the sky, kneeling for the ground, kneeling for the ancestors.

"One bow...two bows..."

After nine bows, Elder Zhong yelled his sword again and shouted: "Sacrifice--!"

First, the Zhong family and then the tenant farmers, each family came forward to burn incense and worship, and inserted the incense into the stove.

In less than two moments, the smoke of incense burners rose and lingered on the altar tablets, making it look really illusory and confused.

After Elder Zhong was infused, Zhongyao walked forward with the incense in his hand.

Before he could bow down, the dark clouds above his head sounded continuous thunder and faint lightning emanated.

Hundreds of people exclaimed in chaos, looked up, and their faces were pale.

"It's over!"

Birmingham said with a tsk: "I just said, God is not easy to be with, and can mortals endure the title of gods? Isn't this going to be punished by God soon."

The companion jumped in an anxious manner: "Young owner, we have to leave quickly!"
Chapter completed!