Chapter 1723

"OK."

Fang ruo's seven stars hesitated for a moment, and then went around to the other side to hold the arm of night shadow.

Night make complaints about her: "I am a man dressed up now and then, and I am obviously more secure. How do you feel so bad?"

"I, I didn't."

"Not yet. You feel guilty when you say it."

"I just know Miss Duanmu better."

The night made the shadow look sad. "After all, you still prefer her, don't you?"

Fang ruoxing couldn't hear that night nongying was playing her seriously. She hurriedly explained: "although I prefer Miss Duanmu, I also like you very much. You're also very good."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened, almost laughing.

She spread out the paper while educating Fang ruoxing: "Miss Fang, generally, it will be better to remove the first half of the sentence."

"Ah?"

Fang ruoxing was stunned for a moment, "but that's lying."

Duanmu yawang said, "there is a saying called white lies."

Fang ruoxing's attention was completely attracted by Duanmu yawang's words, "lying is lying. Is it good or not?"

"Well, I see."

Night nongying felt that he would be hurt by anger if he listened to it again. "I don't need white lies, and I also accepted the fact that I didn't have a good look. That's the end of the topic."

Then he asked Duanmu yawang fiercely, "what exactly does the map say? You haven't seen it for so long?"

"Vent your anger."

Duanmu yawang made a bad evaluation, pointed to the front and said, "according to what was written on the paper, go two or three hundred meters ahead, and there is a pilgrimage platform for the exile pilgrimage ceremony. After we go there, we will follow the master to make a pilgrimage ceremony and donate two white money bags."

"White purse?"

Night Nong Ying touched his waist again and found two white accessories, "shouldn't they be these two?"

"It should be."

The night made a shadow and shook the two small money bags. The corners of his mouth pulled: "it's very light inside." I felt that there was no money.

Duanmu yawang thought: "is it as light as thin paper?"

"Yes."

Night shadow raised eyebrows: "how do you know?"

"I guess."

Duanmu yawang said, "I think it should be paper money."

“……！”

Night shadow almost burst foul language, and the two small white money bags in his hand suddenly weighed as much as a kilo.

She really regretted that she had the quickest reaction. She had nothing to touch her purse.

Well, she took two bags of paper money.

Duanmu yawang ignored her, looked at the notes written on the paper and said seriously: "when making a pilgrimage, we also need to pay attention to kneeling step by step, three kneeling, and then continue three steps and one kowtow, and nine kowtows. The pilgrimage ceremony is completed."

"Three kneeling and nine kowtowing?"

The night made a pull at the corner of the shadow's mouth: "isn't that the ceremony of the new emperor's accession to the throne?"

Duanmu yawang reminded: "it's written on the paper. When kowtowing, you must throw yourself into the ground, respect enough, and don't neglect. Moreover, when stepping, the bigger the step, the greater the punishment, and the better the luck after the festival."

"Do you want to throw yourself to the ground?" the little white deer was most concerned about the word, frowned and said, "there is snow on the ground. If you kneel so hard, you should wet your pants?"

It's even colder when your pants are wet on such a snowy day.

"Since you're here, you should act according to the rules." Duanmu yawang reached into the little white deer's mask and pinched his face. He didn't have a good way: "you're not young either. Don't always complain and don't always think about being lazy, you know?"

"Oh."

The little white deer is a little listless.

Because in his opinion, this exile Festival is really not interesting at all.

Moyo walked for two or three minutes. About twenty meters away, Duanmu yawang suddenly heard the sound of wooden fish, accompanied by Sanskrit.

Closer, I saw a large area of people standing in front of me.

Fang ruoxing was frightened. He kept patting his chest and said timidly, "why do these people suddenly come out?"

Duanmu yawang and Yenong shadow are very common. He explained: "all we can see is white. It's normal that we can't see clearly in the distance." these people all wear the same clothes. They can't see clearly across a long distance. In addition, it's snowing, so they can't see clearly.

"Oh."

Fang ruoxing reluctantly accepted this statement.

In fact, she still feels a little weird.

So many people, even if their sight is blurred, if they stand here for a long distance, they can see some differences. After all, there is still a little deviation between the color of clothes and snow.

Anyway, she just thought these people came out suddenly.

"Don't scare yourself."

Duanmu Ya looked at her and patted her on the shoulder. "Anyway, we're here, aren't we?"

"That's right."

Fang ruoxing calmed down a little.

Duanmu yawang said, "this should be a pilgrimage platform."

"That is to say, where you kneel and kowtow?"

"Yes."

Gradually approaching, the night shadow asked, "these people are standing. They don't seem to kneel and kowtow. Will we follow the queue or what?"

"It's not written on the paper."

Duanmuya said, "let's follow them and do what they do."

While talking, they had come behind those people.

When I walked in, my sight was clearer, and I could see the worship platform in front of the crowd.

On the worship platform, a group of people wearing the same filial piety clothes knocked wooden fish on it, and a group of people sat on the lotus cattail with their hands folded.

Wearing masks, you can't see their faces, but the person who feels his hands folded is the one who sings Sanskrit.

Duanmu yawang and the four looked at each other. Finally, Duanmu yawang and the little white deer lined up behind the first team, and night nongying and Fang ruoxing lined up in the other team.

For the people standing behind and those standing in front of them, they didn't respond at all, like they weren't interested in watching at all.

They all stood motionless without a sound, like listening carefully to the wooden fish Sanskrit.

When others don't move, Duanmu looks at them and doesn't dare to move.

Such a stop is two quarters of an hour.

Little white deer is a child. He is not qualitative, active, and can't insist. He doesn't do anything for two quarters of an hour. It's a great challenge for him. He's sleepy and tired.

He reluctantly resisted the embarrassment, but after standing in one position for too long, he couldn't help but want to move twice. Standing in another position, he was also a rule. He planned to ask Duanmu yawang for instructions before moving, and then whispered to her, "sister, my feet are so sour."

Duanmu yawang was tired after standing for so long. It was cold and cold. She almost fell asleep. She woke up when she heard the speech. She paused and said, "it doesn't matter if all sentient beings are merciful and move twice."

"OK."

The little white deer was relieved and moved his limbs.

Who knows, he just moved twice, and the wooden fish Sanskrit stopped immediately.

Duanmu Ya looked at her heart and thought that the little white deer wouldn't offend the taboo, right?

Thinking, she stared at the stage.

There was no movement on the stage.

Little white deer didn't notice any wooden fish Sanskrit. He was small and didn't care much about these sounds. Therefore, he didn't respond when the wooden fish Sanskrit broke.

Besides, he always remembered to be obedient, moved his limbs twice, and soon stood up again.

As soon as he stood up, the wooden fish Sanskrit sounded rhythmically and regularly again.

Duanmu Ya looked and frowned.

These people knocked on the wooden fish and closed their eyes to sing Sanskrit. They must have closed their eyes one by one. However, one person in the crowd had different dynamics, and they actually stopped singing Sanskrit.

Is it a coincidence or can they really feel it?

No one can answer this idea.

Wooden fish Sanskrit continues.

Moyo waited for another quarter of an hour. When many people couldn't bear it, he stopped.

Duan Muya looked at the people on the stage coming down from the stage. A man in hemp and filial piety and wearing a mask came up on the stage. His voice was louder and louder, but Duan Muya looked at each of them to hear very clearly.

He didn't have any nonsense. He just said, "the following is the three kneeling and nine tapping ceremony. Now it's one kneeling!"

With a "Shua", all the people in front almost took a step forward, and then knelt down.

The little white deer reacted slowly. When others finished, he reacted. Then he took a step forward and knelt down.