Chapter 42

Wu Ruo, who recited the past, felt that he was really crazy. He wanted to poke black Xuan Yi's face with his fingers. He didn't know if black Xuan Yi was angry.

He waited for half a pillar of incense, but didn't wait for black Xuan Yi to scold him. He was relieved secretly. In fact, he was curious about why black Xuan Yi had to wear a fake skin on her face, for fear that her enemies would recognize him, or someone would find out his real identity, or because she was too good-looking and didn't like to be stared at by others to wear a fake skin, or for other reasons.

Wuruo thought about it and went to sleep.

In the early morning, when Mao arrived, black Xuan Yi opened her eyes on time and got up to dress.

In his sleep, Wu Ruo faintly felt that people around him were getting up and asked vaguely, "when is it?"

"Prime time." Black Xuan Yi answers while dressing.

Wu Ruo squints again for a while. After waiting for someone to leave, he gets up and asks Shi Yuan to come in and wait on him. Then he goes to the front hall to have breakfast with black Xuan Yi.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a numu sitting at the dinner table in a unique and gorgeous costume of the Wu nationality. The patterns on his clothes were complicated and exquisite. On his head, he also wore a large silver crown engraved with animal pictures. On his neck and wrist, he also hung a large silver collar and a large silver bracelet. His face was still painted with light makeup. He looked like he was going to attend the grand ceremony. Wu Ruo was stunned.

"Master, what are you going to do with all your clothes?"

Numu said with a smile, "the day after tomorrow is the winter festival. According to the custom of our Witch people, we also want to sacrifice as you do. In order not to mix with the sacrifice of your Gaoling City, I will finish the sacrifice two days in advance."

Wuruo asked, "where are you going to sacrifice?"

"I have set up an altar in the courtyard before. You can see my sacrifice later. It's not early now. Heixin, bring up the breakfast I cooked this morning."

Numu said to the black letter.

Heixin left the hall with a strange face. Soon, he came in with the corpse servant who was carrying the box. Then, he took out the breakfast in the box and put it on the table.

Wuruo looked at all kinds of insects and stared: "this is breakfast?"

Black Xuan Yi watched the insect's feet still twitching in the dish, and her eyes were also twitching.

"This is what we sorcerers eat during the winter festival," numu explained

Wuruo: "..."

Can he not eat it?

Numu seemed to hear his voice and said, "Xiaoruo, you have insects and demagogues in your body, so it's not suitable to eat this."

Wuruo smiled, "is that right? It's a pity. Xuanyi, you have to eat more for me. "

“……” Black Xuan Yi didn't see what he thought was a pity.

"I know it's very mending as soon as I see these insects. Xuanyi, you are too thin. Your waistline is not half the size of my waistline. You should mend more." Wuruo picked up the spoon, scooped out a spoonful of fried grasshoppers and put them into black Xuanyi's bowl: "eat slowly, you can eat at night if you can't finish."

Heixin takes a silent look at Wuruo's waistline. He says that if the waistline of the Lord is half your size, it's better to be thinner.

Hei Xuanyi: "..."

Numu nodded: "don't look at these dishes are hard to eat, but they taste very good. Black boy, you can taste them. The taste is very satisfying."

Black Xuan Yi looks at the moving insects. No matter how good they taste, they don't stutter. But when he is looked at by the two expectant eyes, he can't refute their kindness. He twists his eyebrows and says, "wait for the sacrifice before eating."

Wu Ruo chuckled and picked up the bun sent by the servant and put it into his mouth.

Numu also knows that ordinary people can't stand these insect dishes, so he doesn't force black Xuan Yi. After breakfast, he takes his people to the courtyard to sacrifice.

Ten men dressed in the same clothes as numu, the witch clan, after numu ignited the torches around the altar, clapped the drum on his waist, and danced around the altar in the snow to pray. The bells on his body moved with them, making a clear and pleasant "bell" sound.

Standing on the altar, numu recited a toast with the language of the witch people and the rhythm of the drum sound, just like the ancient gods, the scene was very solemn.

Black Xuan Yi and Wu Ruo stand at the entrance of the hall to watch.

Wuruo said in a low voice, "when we sacrifice in Wujia, some of the gods show their spirit. We don't know what the situation of the witch sacrifice will be."

In the last life, although he knew that numu was a witch, he had never seen numu sacrifice.

Black Xuan Yi glanced around: "there will be insects."

"Ah?" Wu Ruo was stunned. Then he saw all kinds of insects swarming out from all directions. He climbed to the altar and saw that his scalp was numb. If he wasn't too big and too heavy to jump, he really wanted to climb on others and avoid the insects crawling under his feet.

Outside the black mansion, there were many people's screams. Suddenly, everyone saw that so many insects were very scared.

Soon, the Wu family, who maintained the security of Gaoling City, came to inquire about the situation, and learned that someone was sacrificing, and saw that they had put all the insects in the city into the big pot they had brought, so they did not interrupt them.

Wu family warned before leaving: "the day after tomorrow's winter festival, our Wu family will also sacrifice. Don't make any trouble like today."

When Wu Ruo hears the words, he can't help recalling the situation of the Wu family's sacrifice in the last life. His eyes light slightly. He Lala black Xuan Yi's sleeve says, "the Wu family will sacrifice in Xiangpu temple the day after tomorrow. How about going to have a look together?"

Black Xuan Yi takes a look at the distance and then turns to Wuruo.

"How is it?" Wu Ruo said in a hurry

The black letter behind coughs softly, and kindly reminds: "madam, Xiangpu temple is on the highest mountain outside Gaoling city."

According to the words, yiwuruo's body condition can't climb at all. Even if someone carries him, it's difficult to climb in this snowy weather.

Wu Ruo naturally understands the meaning of the black letter, but he can't go without it.

He got tangled in his heart and said to black Xuan Yi with a thick face: "black Xuan Yi, you are so powerful, there must be a way to get me up, right?"

Black letter saw that Wu Ruo trusted their master so much, smiled and stopped talking.

Black Xuan Yi hears his wife praising him, even if he can't: "I will arrange it."

Wu Ruo smiled happily, and turned to numu and them, but no longer saw the idea of sacrifice.

He thinks it's really bad that he always relies on black Xuan Yi. He's afraid that one day black Xuan Yi will treat him like Ruan Zhizheng. He'd better recover his spiritual strength quickly. Only in this way can he protect himself.

When the numu sacrifice was finished, they took the insects they had caught and took them to practice Gu.

On the day of winter festival, before dawn, Wuruo was dug up by black Xuan Yi from his warm quilt, like making zongzi. He was wrapped in layers of robes, and then put on a thick cloak to go to the hall for breakfast. After that, he followed black Xuan Yi out of the city in a carriage.

Five miles away from Gaoling City, the carriage stopped suddenly.

Wuruo twisted her eyebrows: "how did it stop?"

Black Xuan Yi gives him a lazy look.

Suddenly, Wuruo felt that the carriage was going up all the time. Then, the carriage started to run faster than before, but he didn't hear the sound of the hooves.

Before long, the Nigan, who was sitting outside, said, "master, here we are."

Wuruo was surprised: "here you are? Where are you? At the foot of Xiangpu temple? "

The black dry opens the curtain directly.

When Wu Ruo came out of the carriage, he saw three big words at the gate of Xiangpu temple, indicating that he had come to Xiangpu temple.

"How did we get up?" he asked curiously

Heigan didn't answer him.

Wu Ruo suspects that the ghosts around black Xuan Yi carried them up the mountain.

"Welcome to Xiangpu temple," said the welcoming monk

"Are the people of the Wu family here?" asked Wu Ruo

The welcoming monk replied, "the benefactors of Wu family have already passed half of the mountain, and it will take about two pillars of incense to get to the top of the mountain."

If Wu was a little cold by the cold wind, he pulled his robe and said, "let's walk around."

"OK." After the welcoming monk left, the people who came to the mountain to see the Wu family sacrifice came to the mountain again and again. The Kuanda temple was soon filled with many people. This was the most lively day of Xiangpu temple since the snow.

The people first put incense in the temple, and then waited outside for the Wu family.

Before long, wubufang led the descendants of Wujia to Xiangpu temple, and they cheered.

If Wu sees them, he goes to them with Heishan Yi: "father, mother, eldest brother, Xiao Xi."

Wu Qianqing was surprised and said, "Xiao Ruo, why are you and Xuanyi here?"

"Xuanyi didn't see the Wu family sacrifice, so he brought him here."

"Second brother, how did you climb up?" he asked

She felt exhausted when she arrived, and her second brother could not have the strength to climb to the top of the mountain.

Wuruo smiled mysteriously: "I won't tell you."

"Second brother is really bad."

"Xiao Ruo, did you find the man who made the magic weapon?" Wu Qianqing asked in a low voice

Wu Ruo looks at Xuanyi and nods: "I found it."

"And when are you going to start refining the artifact?"

Wuruo squinted. "I need to wait."

He can't use the material yet.

"Well, you'd better have a good idea. I won't ask about it in the future."

Wu Qianqing takes them to the temple and stands in line with the past.

If Wu Ruo is a married man, it doesn't matter whether he participates or not. He and black Xuan Yi are watching.

Wujia sacrifice is not like the praying dance of the Wu nationality in numu, but the process is very long.

As the patriarch, wubufang first paid homage to the gods in the temple, then stood on the altar and recited the lengthy words of sacrifice. Then, he took all his descendants to the four gods and recited the words of sacrifice for blessing.

During this period, no one can speak, including the onlookers, so the atmosphere is very serious and solemn.

Finally, wubu side needs to ask the gods if they are safe next year.

This is a very important link. People hold their breath. Ordinary people can't feel the presence of gods. Even the wubu square who asked the gods to come out can only vaguely feel the presence of gods.

After asking the God respectfully, wubufang put the three incense sticks into the stove and looked at the burning three incense sticks. His serious face finally showed a smile.

All of a sudden, the three incense sticks were all broken.

The faces of all the people changed.