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In ancient society, men were superior to women, and most of the activities, especially outside activities, were not related to the women in the inner house, and it was impossible to even watch them. Ji Mo, who lives in the inner house, has never heard of it.

The Fushan Sacrifice every three years is not a particularly frequent sacrifice, but every time it is held, there will be many big figures participating. This kind of sacrifice similar to traditional festivals has a bit of superstition, and there are always many people who do it for their own sake. This costs a lot of money.

Yang Min and Ji Mo, who were also lucky enough to participate in the Fushan Festival for the first time, entered the arena behind their respective fathers at first, but then dispersed and got together.

The sacrificial place is at the foot of a mountain. This mountain is Fushan. There is a Taoist temple on the mountain that is not open to the public. Usually, few people go there, and it doesn't seem to be famous.

"I heard it was Mr. Xuan Yang who presided over it. Do you know Mr. Xuan Yang? He is the master of the Taoist temple on the mountain. He is very famous..."

Yang Min has always been a talker and a bit of a show off. He finally got the news, and said it with a little arrogance for the hillbilly science. Ji Mo listened carefully. Hearing the famous Mr. Xuan Yang, I couldn't help but wonder, could this be Wang Zichu?

He has already inquired about it in the city, and there are no famous painters with the surname of Wang. In other words, the painters at this time are far from the respect of artists, and they are not valued by others. There are almost no full-time painters, and most of them are part-timers. However, only scholars have such elegant hobbies.

Furthermore, some poor people out of interest may draw two strokes on the sand with branches, but they will not invest in paper and pens for such useless hobbies, so they will not see any calligraphy and paintings on the street. of.

The monopoly of knowledge is reflected in the fact that ordinary people have few chances to see words. Many signboards on the street are not words. Sign up.

At first glance, it looks very good, but when you think about it carefully, you will know that the penetration rate of characters is so low that there is no need to write signboards. People who can understand may not go to buy things in person. I don't understand how it is impossible to enter the door.

Like shopping in modern times, if you go in and go shopping, if you don’t buy things after shopping, if someone does it here, you will be looked down upon.Why not buy it?That's probably what it means.

Most people don’t have much free time to do this kind of idle shopping. They only enter the store with a clear purpose, and most of them will buy it when they enter. This aspect is also related to the lack of information. If you want to shop around, you must The goods of the three companies are different.

"Who is Mr. Xuanyang?" Ji Mo has never heard of this. Father Ji has always treated him well, and has no intention of pulling people to him to teach him in advance. Even participating in the Fushan Festival is just a The servant passed the word, and there was another set of decent clothes, which was taken out early by the waiters around him.

"Mr. Xuan Yang, you don't even know!" Yang Min puffed up his chest unconsciously. He worked so hard to inquire about the news, wasn't it just for the sake of showing off at this moment?

It may be that he raised his voice a little bit. Li Yuanzai, who had gathered at some time, said with a light smile, "Mr. Xuanyang's surname is Ma, his first name is Shitao, his style name is Minjiang, and his Taoist name is Mr. Xuanyang. Later, for some reason, I came here and became the master of the temple..."

This explanation is very comprehensive. It can be seen that Li Yuanzai also previewed in advance. In order to highlight the character of a schoolmaster when necessary, Yang Min, who was robbed of the limelight, was full of anger, but he was not careless. After taking a step, someone snatched him first, and then he wanted to say something, like a villain who couldn't let go, even if he just couldn't let go.

Finally, Li Yuanzai's eloquence came to an end, and Ji Mo asked, "I don't know what Mr. Xuanyang is like?"

Knowing that the other party's name is not Wang Zichu, Ji Mo is not very interested, but thinking of Taoist temple, a place that has never been explored, he still has a glimmer of hope after all.

Taoist priests these days are high-end professions, and they are definitely not for ordinary people. Most of them are guests of high-class people, and it depends on whether they are willing to attend.

And such a lofty appearance and superior social status are not just for nothing. The founder of Taoism in this world is the son of the gentry. Once this threshold is set, many people feel that they must have sufficient background to become a Taoist priest. Let many people with weak blood and not easy to get ahead find another way to save the country.

Being a Taoist priest is free to do as you wish. Once you become a Taoist priest, you can go to a Taoist temple in the mountains to practice for a few years. The so-called feeling of the great way of heaven and earth is not appropriate. You can come back and become famous after taking off your Taoist robe. If people look at it more, if they say the name of the Taoist temple again, it is the kind of familiar one, and it will make people look at it everywhere.

Otherwise, the master of the Taoist temple or other Taoist priests, who are famous, or who have a one-sided relationship with that famous Taoist priest, can also use it to improve their social status and improve themselves. They will also publicize the other party's reputation, but it is a little exaggerated and inconsistent with the facts. The person concerned can't recall where he has seen such a person, but he will still accept this praise, and at the same time, he will not expose the other party's lies.

This should be the unspoken rule of the celebrity circle.

Ji Mo had never seen Taoist priests before, so he had really overlooked that there was such a group. He only remembered it when he heard Li Yuanzai say that this is also an affiliated circle of nobles that cannot be ignored.

"Neng, that's it."

Yang Min raised his chin in one direction. The round chin is not very directional, and the targeting effect is not good, but following that direction, Ji Mo saw Mr. Xuan Yang in a flowing robe.

The gray hair was tightly erected, a jade spirit crown was worn on the head, and a bunch of long hair hung down naturally, like a high ponytail.

There are black patterns on the turquoise cassock, which looks a little thicker, which fits the atmosphere at this time.

With the appearance of Mr. Xuan Yang, the adults who were still talking adjusted their positions a little. They didn't deliberately line up or anything like that, but they just stood up a little more, and didn't talk too much at this time.

Those who have been scattered will not gather together at this time on purpose, and those who call for friends don’t look like it. The children are behind, learning from each other, and they are all quiet. They were still talking happily before. Yes, they have also adjusted their orientation at this moment, showing a somewhat dignified appearance.

After Mr. Xuanyang, there were some Taoist priests wearing a long black gown. They each held something in their hands. A small altar was surrounded by a fairly flat field.

Mr. Xuanyang held three sticks of incense, facing Fushan, and worshiped first, and then the adults also got the incense from the Taoist priests, and they all followed suit. This worship is quite neat.

The scene also became more serious with this worship. Ji Mo and the others stood in a row, and they also got incense in their hands. After the worship, they inserted incense one after another. Handed it over, watching the little Taoist gather a handful and insert it directly into the big incense burner in front, his movements seemed a bit reckless.

After the prostration came the sacrificial oration, Mr. Xuan Yang's sacrificial oration was almost sung, his lung capacity was good, and his voice was quite loud, even people standing behind could hear it clearly.

Even those who don't understand the sacrificial text can feel the majestic and mighty feeling from the rhythm of the music. The breeze is coming, the vegetation is green, and if there are leaves, it seems that the listener's heart is surging.

This sacrificial text should be well written, Ji Mo saw that some adults couldn't help but show praise on their faces, if it wasn't for a sacrificial occasion, they would probably praise it with a slap in the face, and applauded loudly.

After the chanting of a sacrificial oration, the original version of the article was burned, and the ashes of the paper were blown up by the wind, fluttering, as if it was about to be sent into Fushan.

The whole ritual ends here, there is no fire, no dancing, no melodious music that has its own rhythm in the chaos, when Ji Mo sees the end, he always feels regretful in his heart, as if something is missing .

In this world, he no longer has the foundation to visualize thoughts, and there is a blank in the visualization. If he wants to visualize again, starting from the beginning should be feasible, but there is no need.

The habit of cultivation has been developed. Whenever I face the blankness in my mind, I always feel that there is something missing. Ji Mo doesn't know whether his method is right or wrong for God's self-cultivation, but every time he faces the wall and recalls what he has learned, he doesn't feel bored, so he persists.

After the sacrifice was over, Mr. Xuan Yang rarely let go of his aloof airs and chatted with everyone. This kind of rare communication made the adults more familiar, and occasionally there would be a call or two like "dog" in the words .

Yang Min, who already had some face, didn't want to claim the "dog son", didn't go over to meet his father immediately, but complained to Ji Mo: "I really don't want to be a dog son!"

Li Yuanzai couldn't help but smile when he heard him express his true feelings. He can only say that these modest words are really too exaggerated.

"What's wrong with puppies, they are cute and capable."

Nowadays people don't have the habit of pet dogs, Ji Mo made fun of it on purpose, which got Yang Min to stare: "It seems that you are not a son of a dog."

These words were enough to make a big fuss, Li Yuanzai's face turned black, and the older children who were close to him couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing when they heard the conversation. The helpless appearance of being oppressed by the old father was really pitiful.

Mr. Xuanyang was talking with the adults, but the Taoist priests didn't stay behind. They packed up the things they brought on the field and moved them back.

"Come on, let's go to the Taoist Temple. I've never been there before." Yang Min was eager to try, and was about to leave with the Taoist priests.

Ji Mo glanced at the adults over there, but he didn't seem to notice this place, and seeing that some older children had already set off to follow the Taoist priests up the mountain, this should be the customary ending of the tour.

"They will come over in a while, and they will have lunch at the Taoist temple at noon."

Li Yuanzai misunderstood the meaning of Ji Mo's look, and explained it to him, as if he was afraid that he would be worried.

"Thank you." Ji Mo smiled back. It's quite interesting to meet such a little classmate who loves to act like a big brother.

Yang Min had already walked a few steps, seeing that they hadn't followed, he turned around and said, "Hurry up, why are you dawdling?"