Chapter 1726

Although it was in her sea of knowledge, she could not feel his existence.

Duanmu yawang was relieved.

She looked at the cloth door in front of her, stood for a moment, then reached out to open the cloth door, and she put her head in.

As soon as I looked in, I saw a group of people sitting in the shed, drinking hot tea with a cup in their hands.

Strangely, there was no sound in the shed with so many people!

These people were sharp. Duanmu yawang didn't make any sound. They turned their heads together.

So Duanmu yawang saw the same mask facing her.

The masks were also pale. Duanmu yawang felt a little frightened when he was looked at by so many masks. He couldn't speak for a moment, so he stared at these masks.

"Why are you here?"

Suddenly, she heard a voice, and she didn't know who it came from.

But Duanmu yawang knew she was asking her and hurriedly replied, "I'm here to accept punishment."

"Oh?"

The speaker's voice was a little surprised, and then said, "show me your punishment."

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang answered, took out the punishment paper from his arms and was about to hand it out, but he was in trouble, "please, who is this for?"

Twenty people, all the same masks.

The mask can only see the eyes, but not the mouth.

"I don't know who you want to give it to. What are you doing in here?" it was the same voice. The words seemed to blame, but the tone was very flat.

"Yes."

Duanmu Ya looked at her eyes, took a few steps inside, then passed through the crowd and handed the paper to one of them, "please have a look."

The moment she handed it out, she felt that the person who had been sitting quietly seemed to have a small movement, but she didn't hear anyone speak.

"You're smart."

The man in front of her said such a sentence. Then he reached out and handed the paper in her hand and added: "however, it's best not to be clever for the second time in front of me."

"Yes."

Duanmu yawang admits his mistake.

She knows what this man means.

Because, since she spoke to a person, she actually knew who to pass the paper to.

However, the man said two sentences altogether.

In the first sentence, she recognized which direction the man should sit in.

There were several people sitting in which direction, but she couldn't tell who it was at once. She didn't have a definite answer in her heart. She was afraid that she would be punished if she gave one at random.

That's why I deliberately played smart and asked the man to say one more word.

This accurately guessed who said it.

But he saw through her at a glance, which made her feel a little interesting.

And it was more interesting to see through that she was willing to say the third sentence to her.

The man raised his eyes and looked at Duanmu yawang's clever appearance. Then he slowly lowered his head and opened the paper in his hand.

The people next to have small movements.

Seems to want to visit.

Seeing the content on the paper, several people looked at each other, could not see the expression on their faces, and did not speak. It seemed that they were talking with their eyes.

Of course, it may also be heart language.

A moment later, the person holding the paper confirmed and asked, "do you want Sanskrit?"

Duanmu yawang nodded: "yes."

"The pilgrimage ceremony is the first ceremony of the exile Festival, and the Sanskrit sound is particularly important. If your Sanskrit sound is wrong, it will affect the happiness and luck of all the pilgrims." the man said calmly, "that is to say, once you make a mistake, you will bear the debts of more than 100 people. If you have a debt, you should pay it back naturally, and you should think clearly."

Duanmu Ya looked and nodded: "yes, I think clearly."

"Not afraid?"

Duanmu Ya looked down and said, "I have confidence."

"OK."

Seeing Duanmu yawang's decisive attitude and no longer persuasion, the man put the paper in his hand on the table, started to lift the snow-white stove beside the table, took the snow-white cup on one side and poured a glass of water to her.

Duanmu yawang quickly stopped, "don't dare to do it or not."

"This is the water for washing." the man said calmly, "Brahma singing should not contain impurities. Once there are miscellaneous thoughts, it will infect all worshippers."

In other words, this washing water must be drunk.

Duanmu Ya looked at the water and found that the white one was clear water.

She thought they were drinking tea. No wonder she didn't smell the tea. She used to drink washing water.

"OK."

Duanmu yawang bent down, took the cup with both hands, held his head high and drank.

She didn't smell anything when she drank it. After the underwater poison, the whole person became light, light and comfortable.

After drinking, she put the cup on the table and waited for the man's further instructions.

With a wave of his hand, the cup she had drunk on the table disappeared. He said, "the worship is about to begin. You can prepare."

As soon as the man finished speaking, almost ten people took it up together.

They seem to be people who are going to knock wooden fish and sing Sanskrit on the stage.

Duanmu yawang thought of something and asked politely, "can I ask you a question?"

The man raised his eyes and glanced at her.

Just right for Duanmu yawang's eyes.

It was a pair of deep, dark purple eyes. The radian of the eyes was very smooth. The eyes were as clear and clean as spring water without any impurities. Just a pair of eyes, you can find that this person was extremely wise.

These eyes seem to penetrate people's soul and see through people at a glance.

When he saw this, Duanmu yawang quickly lowered his head.

The man didn't ask her to offend, but said, "the wooden fish knocks for the twelfth time, and you begin to sing. The number of repetitions is six. Before kneeling and kowtowing, you sing five times, pause once, and the worship begins to sing for the sixth time. After the sixth singing, the worship ceremony is over."

That's exactly what she's asking!

Because before the pilgrimage, Sanskrit singing had already started. She didn't know how many times she wanted to sing Sanskrit.

I don't know how to start. She also remembers that there was a pause before the worship began, and she doesn't know when to start.

The man answered exactly what she wanted to ask!

But he answered without asking.

He really understood the idea in her heart!

Although she guessed, Duanmu yawang was still a little surprised. She didn't show anything. The slightly shocked super man bent down and bowed: "thank you."

The man nodded, stretched out his hand and handed her a lotus cattail out of thin air.

Duanmu yawang reached out and said, "thank you."

The man said, "when it's over, come here again."

"Yes."

Her voice fell and the man waved.

The others then walked towards the door with a lotus cattail in their hands or another wooden fish.

Duanmu yawang hurriedly followed.

She counted twelve people.

Six people took the wooden fish lotus cattail, and she and five others took the lotus cattail.

When the twelve got on the stage, the others began to find their place.

The six men holding wooden fish are behind, that is, Duanmu yawang. The six men are in front.

Duanmu yawang and other five people found their own position and saw an empty space left in the middle. Then she went over, quickly put down the lotus Pu, sat on it, crossed her legs, closed her eyes and began to close her hands, waiting for the Sanskrit to begin.

When she sat down, the sound of wooden fish sounded behind her.

The sound of wooden fish sounded, enough for twelve times. Duanmuya looked, closed his eyes, threw himself into it and began to sing Sanskrit.

This is her unprecedented seriousness.

After singing over and over again, there was no distractions in my heart.

She didn't know how many times she sang, and then, at about the same time, she consciously stopped.

Just stopped and waited for a while. Sure enough, I heard a humanitarian: "the following is the three kneeling and nine tapping ceremony. Now it's one kneeling!"

The words fell, the wooden fish sounded, and she began to sing again.

This time, I couldn't hear any sound in my ears, and the quiet sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit echoed all the time.

Until the singing is over.

After singing, all her thoughts finally returned.

Also heard a humanitarian: "the worship ceremony is over!"

The words had fallen, and there was a sound nearby. The people on the stage began to stand up, pack up and prepare to step down.

Duanmu Ya looked at the sound and opened her eyes.

As soon as you open your eyes, you feel a lot clearer in front of you.

Take a closer look, it turns out that the snow is falling less and the fog is pulling up a little, so you can see more clearly.

Thinking so, seeing that others were going to step down, I quickly followed.