Zhu Mie's silence and Ji Qianhuang's solemn deeds made Shen Qingjia realize that the so-called inheritance of the Phoenix family is not simple.
Seemingly calm, it was actually a full-fledged competition of the three major forces of the Phoenix City, Phoenix City Ruwan City.
On the day the Phoenix family held the inheritance ceremony, the scene was huge. Shen Qingjia looked down from the top of the high mountain, and there were countless feathered people densely covering the foot of the mountain. Even if he couldn't see their expressions, Shen Qingjia could feel that their eyes were full of admiration and admiration.
The grand bell rang, and it swayed around, reaching everyone's ears, and the etiquette officer of the Phoenix family said loudly: "Respect!"
There are four main types of Pope's inheritance rituals in Jizong: Huaqiu Ritual, Yin-Yang Ritual, Fengtian Ritual, and Inheritance Ritual.
During the Huaqiu Ritual, the chosen person should have a benevolent heart for all things in the world, and pray for good weather, good crops, and prosperity of the six animals before ascending the throne.
In the yin and yang ceremony, the chosen person is the hub connecting mortals and gods, in charge of yin and yang fortunes and fortunes, and praying for the people of the world.
Fengtian Ritual, the Pope held an artifact and bowed to the Temple of Heaven, expressing acceptance of the heavy responsibility from God and honoring the will of God. Without this ceremony, there is no orthodox and righteous name, and the prestige of the gods cannot be recognized.
The ceremony of choosing the gods is to identify whether the chosen person has the ability to ascend to the altar and become a god.
After performing these four kinds of ceremonies, the chosen ones obtain the power in storage and inheritance, and then they become transcendental people with complete divinity and divine power, and thus become [gods walking in the world].
The sky showed a little bright color, and they had long been waiting at the foot of the high mountain.
It’s just that human beings who have been around for millions of years have cumbersome and rigorous etiquette, not to mention the Phoenix family that has existed for hundreds of millions of years. Although under the suppression of some unspeakable god, this ethnic group has begun to decline, and its momentum is not as good as before. But in terms of etiquette, Shen Qingjia and other outsiders can only see grandeur and rigor.
Today, when the legendary omnipotent gods are born, it is obvious that all the Phoenix family have great awe, respect, and perhaps fear. Not only the high priest was dispatched as usual, but even the patriarch who rarely showed up appeared here.
Several etiquette officials of the Phoenix Clan had slightly moist eyes. In the Primordial Era, the gods did not cut off the connection with the Phoenix Clan. The Phoenix Clan was still extremely powerful, and it was not weakened to such a degree. At that time, the status of the Department of Etiquette was extremely respected, and no one disobeyed the supreme honor of the clan. Like now, the gods have only become clay statues, and they have become the existences that everyone respects but secretly laughs at. Even young children in the clan often ask: "Do gods really exist?"
As long as... as long as the gods return, as long as the gods descend on grace again, everything will be fine! Will!
"The omnipotent and supreme god will choose her successor." The high priest of the Phoenix Clan lightly tapped his hands on his shoulders, he glanced at Ji Qianhuang calmly, "And my clan will also get Reborn."
Until then, any sacrifice and brokenness is worth it.
The two cities are standing on the top of the mountain. Even if they are watched by thousands of people, one of the two women still has a cold and indifferent expression that has not changed for thousands of years, and the other is as beautiful as a fairy.
The dust road that stretches from the foot of the mountain to the Temple of Heaven and the Temple of Earth at the top of the mountain is covered with bright red satin, and all the way is clean and bright red.
It seems that the road to becoming a god is covered with blood and debris.
The officials of Honglu Temple avoided the Red Silk Road, stepped forward, and rang a long bell. Except for Baili Ai and Ji Qianhuang, everyone bowed their heads silently and bathed in divine grace.
Even if Shen Qingjia complained that the inheritance of Lao Shizi was like a wedding, he had to bow his head obediently and pretend to be submissive.
Another person from Siliyu took a step closer, held a bright red scroll above his head, put it down after a while, and read aloud: "The ancestors of our family have established their own business, and Yi Hou Kun is the head of the stock and the humerus. The heart of the house. Hong Weiyongtu belongs to the Ming Dynasty. The night clothes are sloppy, the anxiety is troubled, the traces of Yu are mixed, and the luck of peace..."
Shen Qingjia lowered her head and silently listened to the great achievements of the ancestors of the Phoenix family, but her mind drifted to other places. What is the relationship between the previous woman who could not see her face and the previous faceless Taoist... The so-called god is a person after all, still a group...
She raised her eyelids quietly and happened to see Zhu Ai looking at her. Her eyes were eternal gentleness and calmness, like lake water turned into ice in spring. She is always firm and unchanging, and to Shen Qingjia, she is as warm as Zhaoyang's existence.
"Today, there is a need to choose a god, inherit the gods from the top, and raise the public opinion from the bottom, so that the turmoil will be quelled, and everyone will be in peace. Animals and plants have life and so on, hoping to win Zhaosu. The heaven and the people will consider together, Yongbi will be the queen, and we will seek prosperity together. , to fix the four seas. Consult with the people of Erwan and give the will of God, make announcements far and wide, and let them know."
The ceremonial staff drove two gorgeous luan cars to the altar of heaven and earth. The two city lords stepped into the car, and the eyes of the condolences were fixed on somewhere in the crowd. obscured everyone's sight.
There are two god-chosen people, this is really the first time for the Phoenix family, after all, after careful arrangement, there are no mistakes.
All the way to the top of the altar of heaven and earth, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, to the altar of heaven and earth to perform the rituals of Huaqiu ceremony, yin and yang ceremony, and Fengtian ceremony, and inform the heaven of his enthronement. After the sacrificial ceremony, the servant priests placed the sacrificial utensils facing east on the Temple of Heaven. Under the command of Yuren Tongzan, the important members of the elders of the Phoenix clan and the people from the two cities slowly walked to the square in front of the Temple of Heaven and stood up.
Yuren Tong praised and said loudly: "The sacrificial ceremony is completed, please take the place of the chosen one!"
The two city lords looked at each other, then quickly moved away, one went to the altar in the east, and the other went to the altar in the west. There seemed to be a loud noise in the air, and the faint smell of gunpowder spread.
Victory is the glory of loneliness. This time, even if the inheritance of the gods is successful, only one person and one city will benefit. The so-called one mountain does not allow two tigers, and there is no room for others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch.
Perhaps the next second after the success of the inheritance, the two cities will meet with each other. As the two city masters, the two have already made preparations for the worst war.
At this time, there was a small commotion in the crowd below the stage, and Zhu Ai frowned slightly. A Yuren chief of honor approached her, with an embarrassed look on Yuren's face, and said in a low voice, "Sir, the candidate for the change of the god's clothes..."
Zhu Ai said indifferently: "I said it a long time ago, this does not need Shen Qingjia, you can find someone else."
Before the enthronement ceremony, according to the etiquette, the Pope's closest people should put on a special dress for him, indicating the awakening of the gods. As for the person closest to Zhu Ai, this is well known, even many Yuren know that that person's name is Shen Qingjia.
The chief priest was hesitant, "But after all, this is not the right name..."
Zhu Ai glanced at him, "As long as the power is strong enough, the details are nothing."
Yu Ren trembled, "Yes..."
He stepped back respectfully, but he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The city lord of Huangquan City didn't cut off his ordinary thoughts. He has a lot of memories for this world. I am afraid that this time the inheritance of the gods will not be too smooth for her.
The sky slowly brightened, and the bright red and fiery rising sun in the east slowly rose from the back of the mountain, dyeing a thin layer of red on the face of the mourning. Everyone in Huangquan City is very proud in their hearts. This existence like a god is their city owner, and this person will definitely lead Huangquan City to glory!
The time has come, and Siliyu, who was temporarily pulled to change clothes for Zhu Ai, was obviously a little nervous. He took a breath and was about to walk up to the high platform, but suddenly someone grabbed his arm.
Zhu Ai on the high platform held a sword, stretched his arms, and the sword light was vertical and horizontal. The body moves, like the breeze swinging the willows, like the frightening shadow, like the dragon flying into the sky. Even though her face was expressionless, she still performed the ritual dance in a poetic and picturesque manner, like a fairy like a god.
She already had a shocking face that should not have been born, but at this time she was even more beautiful like a god.
"It's auspicious time, please change your clothes."
Zhu Ai stopped to put away her sword and stood quietly. Suddenly, her nose moved slightly, she turned her head in surprise, and looked at the girl who was holding the dress. Her throat was dry, something inexplicable was surging in her heart, and she couldn't say a word for a while.
Walking slowly to Zhu Ai's side, Shen Qingjia draped the dress robe embroidered with mountains, rivers and seas over her body, and tidied up the somewhat messy collar.
Shen Qingjia smiled, "Are you surprised that I'm here?"
Sorry didn't speak.
Shen Qingjia didn't care about her answer, and took the delicately shaped black crown with the sun, moon and stars embroidered on the hand of the female sacrifice sect next to her. She was about to put it on for her condolences, but her hand stopped halfway. live.
I clenched the hands that I wished to hide in my sleeves.
Shen Qingjia was stunned for a while, then put the Fengtian crown on Bailiai's head, carefully tied the girdle for her, and smiled lowly, "How ridiculous, I was thinking just now, as if I put this Fengtian crown on for you, From now on, you will only be far away from the gods above the world."
Zhu Ai pursed his lips, "I will always be Zhu Ai, just yours."
"I don't want you to come for this ceremony. I'm afraid you will think about it and feel sad." The city lord of Huangquan City, who is covered in mountains, rivers and seas, on top of the sun, moon and stars, looked into Shen Qingjia's eyes, and the corners of her lips smiled slightly, " But I'm glad you can come."