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.

I sat down on the ground and was about to cry when I 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. However, when she looked at her melon, her eyes were not so good.

"It's okay." Li Xian 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 gate. He was a well-known craftsman in the neighborhood. It coincided with a big festival, and a lot of people gathered outside the gate.

"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.

The big arms rolled up the sleeves, and Xingmu slapped the table.

"Youdao means that gods sit in the Taimiao, and the number one scholar is born under the mahogany door! This Taimiao is the residence of the great shaman who controls the yin and yang of gods and ghosts."

"The drought in the Great Yan Dynasty lasted for three full years, and God refused to give a drop of rain. Why? It turned out that there was Qingyi in Mobei, and Ba, the daughter of the Emperor of Heaven, went south! This man had great magical powers and had a green lantern. Legend has it that

Zhongneng can burn all the water in the Yellow River..."

"The great witch Zhu's surname was Su, and she was surrounded by red dragons. She climbed over four mountains and crossed the desert 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."

"It is raining heavily, 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 in the corner wearing a red pattern leaving. 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 main road, it 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 grand celebration ceremony comes from the hidden era. No one understands 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 the era when this happened... people can make a lot of money."

"I see."

In the sky, the full moon hangs high.

Li Xian waited here for three days for the celebration to arrive.

There were 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. To maintain the status quo and stabilize, they died there.

Although there are many people who scheme, they are not irreplaceable.

But it won't last long, and both of the two people traveling with it know this very well.

Young people in long 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, and 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 descended and gave birth to Shang.

This is a magnificent ancient altar, a place where ancient emperors worshiped heaven. It was built by the Shang Dynasty and has the black bird as its totem.

The witches are dressed in blue and red, and their slender bodies are dancing gracefully. They are playing ancient rhythms in the center of the altar and chanting 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 was not the Shang Dynasty, it was older, even older than the beginning of Xia.

From the hidden history.

Someone was dancing lightly in the altar. She was a very beautiful woman.

She was also wearing a green robe and a red dress, with 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, which was the ancestors paying their respects to the supervisor.

Tiansi bows in obeisance. She waves, clouds gather, she whispers, 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 to look in Li Xi'an's direction from time to time. The cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye was particularly dazzling on the fair skin, and it was like a drop of blood seeping into his soul.

Maybe the place Li Xi'an is standing at this moment is where the king was in ancient times.

Thick black clouds gathered, and he could feel the unparalleled excitement of the ancestors.

Rain, in ancient times, was life.

There were golden ancient laws of Taoism that rippled and rippled with Jian Tiansi's movements, as if she were covered with a golden candle-like gauze. In the hazy sky, stars lit up, and Li Xi'an looked carefully and realized that it was a

Letters reflected in the sky. Letters like morning stars pointed to the west.

Western Kunlun.

Li Xi'an was silent.

Li Shishuang, who was nibbling on candied haws, turned sideways and suddenly found that the place next to 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 stay in the clouds.

With the appearance of the Heavenly Cauldron, the seal script circulated.

It was as if endless wronged souls were awakening in the cauldron, and thousands of evil ghosts returned to the world, but their grievances melted away under the divine dance. The world remembered that woman at this moment. It was like this thousands of years ago, and it still remains today.

.Her dance is praying for rain and also opening up reincarnation.

The song of "Jiantiansi" ends, and dark clouds gather in the sky.

The red dragon sacrifices to the cauldron and transforms thousands of wronged souls into raindrops to return 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 flowers 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, which was very sacred. Even the eyes of the shaman who was performing the ceremony on the altar were filled with joy.

They were soaked by the rain and didn't feel any discomfort.

The reflection of the world was engraved, and the extremely beautiful woman raised her hand and felt the warmth of the raindrops falling on her palm.
Chapter completed!