Volume 1 Chapter 63 Ancestor Worship Day
Chapter 63 Ancestor Worship Day
At this time, there was a noise in the street. Many people were running and dodging. Following the sound, a long team slowly passed through the long street. There were guards in front to open the way, and dozens of horses running side by side behind them. Immediately behind were knights in fine armor. It was an extremely luxurious carriage with four white horses. The railings were carved with dragons and phoenixes, and the door curtain was made of thick brocade. Behind the carriage was a cavalry team of about 200 people. Zhang Wen couldn't help but sigh: "The ostentation is so great, even the master master has never experienced such ostentation."
Someone behind him answered: "How big is the head of your family? How big is his family? This is the younger brother of the Emperor of Song Dynasty, Victory King Song Que." Victory King Song Que? What kind of official is it? Zhang was afraid that he didn't understand these things, so he looked back to see who was speaking.
Standing next to him was a young man in his early twenties, wearing a plain shirt and a turban, with a fair complexion. He looked out and said, "In life, don't you just want to be famous and have glory in the sky? I can do that too." This is enough for a lifetime.”
There was a table of guests behind him, and three young men were sitting there, all dressed as scholars. One of the tall men smiled and said: "Dream, come back and drink your wine."
The young man snorted: "The sparrow knows the ambition of the swan." After speaking, he returned to the wine table and raised his glass for a drink.
Glory in this world is interesting, at least it looks very beautiful. Zhang Ping went to see the Shengwang cavalry team again.
Four young men were drinking and chatting, and one of them said: "I heard that there is some unrest in the north." Another person answered: "It's not stable yet? Don't those long-haired ghosts know how to write the word "death"?
"I'm just making this up. It has nothing to do with the hairy ghost. They say there is a demon from the north. He has a green face and fangs and is over ten feet tall. He specializes in harming young girls. If anyone has a virgin, he will smell it and go there. After harming them, he will eat them."
"real or fake?"
"Of course it's true. My family has a business in the north. The errand boy below told me that hundreds of people have died."
Listening to their conversation, Zhang Ain thought secretly: "Could he be the devil that the wanderers say? What's the point of just killing women? Does it require so many wanderers to take action?" He was a little disapproving.
The young people continued to talk: "I only dare to be rampant in the small town in the north. If I have the ability to come to Songcheng, the imperial master can kill him with just a sneeze." The three young men looked at one of them and asked, "Your uncle studied under the imperial master. Master, you must have learned some skills." The man smiled bitterly and said: "What nonsense, my uncle is just a servant, but the family is proud of him..."
"Nonsense, it's not normal for a person to serve tea and water to the Imperial Master. If it were me, I would be willing to empty the toilet."
Several people laughed: "Then go and empty the toilet."
The four young men laughed and cursed while drinking. Zhang was afraid that what he heard was interesting. It turned out that normal people spoke very differently from monks and cared about different things. The young people also agreed that in a few days it would be the Double Nine Ancestor Worship Day, and everyone made an appointment to admire the beauties.
There is a custom in the Song Dynasty that worships ancestors on two nine days, and the sacrifices are made to people's ancestors. The elderly can worship at home, but the restless ones or young people have to go to the ancestral temple outside the city to worship for the sake of excitement. If young men and women meet by chance and their hearts are moved, they will always create a good story. Therefore, the annual Ancestor Worship Day is the favorite day for young people.
Zhang Aing thought about it and decided to go watch the fun. Even if the fun is not yours, it would be nice to participate. When Lin Sen was drinking with him, he once said: "It's better to watch others quarrel with each other when you are drunk than to secretly shed tears of lovesickness when no one is around."
In the next few days, Zhang Wen traveled around the city during the day and stayed in an inn at night. Soon the Nine-Nine Ancestor Worship Day came. On this day, Zhang Wen left the inn early, playing with the Shadowless Knife in his right hand, and walked leisurely out of the city with the crowd.
It is a rare grand festival of the year. Young people all wear new clothes and are in high spirits. They walk together in twos and threes all over the street. They occasionally chuckle and whisper, run and play, showing the festive atmosphere. They are not afraid of being alone and leisurely.
After leaving the city gate, the road became wider, but there was still not enough room for many people, so some people stepped on the green grass. The ancestral temple is five miles outside the city and is guarded by soldiers along the road. Passersby whispered and asked each other: "Who is hosting the ceremony this time?"
Zhang Ai was a little happy. He relaxed and felt the people's joy, expectation and happiness in the crowd. Even the guards were smiling. The more I open my mind, the farther my spiritual consciousness goes, easily covering the five miles around my body. I sensed the roar of people and the huge flow of people at the ancestral temple five miles away early on.
Zhang Aingwan smiled, but suddenly his face froze. He felt a trace of panic in the crowd, but the panic passed quickly and disappeared without a trace. Then the panic arose again, twos and threes very close together, and then the panic of these twos and threes disappeared together. This is? Zhang Aifan searched with his spiritual consciousness and found a dozen immortal cultivators at the end of the crowd, all of whom were not at a high level.
With a slight thought in his mind, the figure disappeared in the crowd and appeared not far from the group of immortal cultivators a moment later. They were dressed uniformly, wearing bright purple Taoist robes and buns, and were accompanied by some officials. Listening to their conversation, I knew that they were disciples of the Imperial Master, preparing for the ancestor worship ceremony. But what were all those panics about?
At this time, the panic and fear among the distant crowd reappeared. When Zhang Awei arrived, the panic and fear disappeared again. He looked around and found nothing. This place was far away from the road, sparsely populated, and few people paid attention. Just as he was frowning and thinking hard, a silver sword stabbed his back silently. Under the violent shock, Zhang was thrown far away and blood spurted from his mouth. Looking back, a handsome young man raised his sword and frowned in thought.
Zhang was afraid that he would not feel anything if he sent his spiritual consciousness to the young man. Knowing that his cultivation was higher than his own, he immediately reached into his arms, took a life pill and stuffed it into his mouth. He stood up and showed off his snake whip, preparing to fight the enemy.
Seeing that he was fine, the handsome young man became even more suspicious and asked, "No injuries at all?" His voice was soft and crisp, and very nice to hear. Before Zhang Awei could answer, the young man's expression changed again. He looked behind Zhang Awei, then waved his sleeves, and his figure appeared inside and outside, and then disappeared in a flash.
At this time, more than a dozen figures flashed past, gathered around Zhang Awei, and looked at him with doubts. The leader was a bearded man in his forties. His consciousness swept over Zhang Awei, and he changed his color and said: "I don't know why the senior has arrived. ? The three disciples of Song Yinglong, the elder of the Wuliang sect of the Song Dynasty, paid homage to their senior."
Zhang was afraid that he had just seen them, so he frowned and said, "It's okay." He used his spiritual consciousness to search for the handsome young man, but he tried his best to find nothing.
Suddenly there was a loud noise on the road, the sound of horse hooves rumbled, and a group of people appeared on the road. When Yu Bukai saw the cavalry, his expression changed, and he immediately ordered: "Thirteenth Lang, you take good care of the seniors, and the others will follow me to protect the princess."
After speaking, more than a dozen people dispersed, surrounded a chariot in the cavalry, and moved forward slowly. There was only a dark and strong young man left in front of Zhang Awei. He had a cold face and cold eyes. He always paid attention to Zhang Awei. Zhang was afraid that he would know that the young man was spying on him, so he just pretended not to know and stood there, looking in the direction where the handsome young man disappeared.