My life in another world is up to me

"Respectfully - Xie Shanyi!"

The high-pitched tune instantly spread to every corner of the venue, and before the village chief picked it up, some people suddenly walked out of the crowd standing on both sides of the venue.These people have white hair and are dressed in formal clothes with a blue-gray veil pinned to the skirt. Although their faces are old, their eyes are bright.

These are the old people in charge of Xie Shanyi in Luoshan Village.

I don't know if it's because of the long-term cooperation, or the tacit understanding brought by the long-term companionship, they found their proper position without the slightest hesitation, and stood neatly in the white square with the crowd at an equal distance. In the middle, with a solemn face, he walked towards the altar with the same pace.

They didn't board the altar, they just used the pile of firewood as the dividing line, one row on the left and one on the right, with less than half an arm's distance between each of them, standing with their backs to Su Ziyi and the others.

Seeing from behind them, Su Ziyi noticed that their wide sleeves moved, as if they were pulling something out of them, he narrowed his eyes, but because his vision was too dim, he couldn't see what it was.And just when the row of old people in front stopped moving, the villagers standing in the middle of the field like Su Ziyi moved.

"Get up!" The village head standing on the high platform shouted loudly.

Following the village chief's voice, the villagers standing in front of the table opened the fire folders in their hands, and then covered the wick of the candle that was already on the table with their free hand, and moved the fire folders over.As for Su Ziyi, who was always paying attention to the movements of the people next door, his reaction was not slow, and he lit the candles together, even faster than some villagers in the back row.

In an instant, under the originally dark banyan tree, orange light spots ignited bit by bit.From a distance, it looks like a firefly in a summer night.

"point!"

It was the village head who shouted again.This time, not only the villagers moved, but also the old people standing in front of them like logs.The villagers held three incense sticks and three incense candles in their hands, and lit them with the flame of the candles. They inserted the incense candles into the incense burner, and then respectfully held the incense sticks in front of their heads with both hands. Zhezi lit the incense sticks he had brought and held them above his head.

"Respectfully!"

After saying this, the village chief quickly retreated to the side of the altar, but the old people standing under the altar moved. They turned left or right, one left and one right just formed a pair. They walked around the clearing and climbed the steps towards the altar.During this process, Su Ziyi and the other villagers remained motionless underneath, lowering their heads slightly and piously raising the incense candle in their hands higher.

At this time, the first couple of old people were already standing on both sides of the altar facing each other. He also stopped at the place where the stairs joined the altar, and the hand holding the incense did not move, very upright.

"Qiyu in Luoshan Village——"

"Wang Yue of Luoshan Village——"

With their backs to the audience, the two old men standing on the stage suddenly spoke loudly. Their voices had the hoarseness that old people should have, but their attitudes were not ambiguous at all. Humility, one word at a time: "Respect—Xie Shan—Yi!"

After saying this, they bowed towards the blank memorial tablet like flowing clouds and flowing water without any procrastination, and Su Ziyi and others standing under the altar also followed their rhythm and bowed to worship, until three times later, the two people on the stage An old man put the incense in his hand into the incense burner, then turned sideways without looking back, just in the direction they came from, the two passed each other and walked towards the altar.

As soon as they left the altar, the two old people who had just been waiting on the opening came up and repeated the worship work with the same movements as the two old people before.

One pair after another, during the worship process of these old people, other people in the field were extremely quiet, and everyone standing at the table honestly repeated their bowing movements over and over again.Su Ziyi paid attention to it in his heart, and found that he bowed thirty times in total, that is to say, there were twenty old people who worshiped ten times.

And when the last couple of old people inserted the incense in their hands into the incense burner, Su Ziyi and the others could finally insert the incense in their hands into the incense burner on the table.At this time, a quarter of the original complete incense sticks had been burned, and only half of the incense candles in the incense burner were left, and a lump of wax had melted from the bottom of the candles on the table.

By this time, the whole ceremony was not over yet.

After the twenty old people left the altar, they did not return to the crowd. Instead, they got masks from somewhere, and stood under the altar one by one with wooden masks of different styles.It's just that this time they didn't stand with the firewood pile as the center, but with the altar as the center, facing the crowd, and stood in a circle.

At this time, the villagers around Su Ziyi moved. Su Ziyi was a little suspicious, but he didn't show it. He just looked in Bian Qing's direction, and after seeing Bian Qing nodding, he loosened his tense shoulders and quickly He walked towards Bian Qing and the others, and joined the crowd standing on the sidelines with other villagers.

"Well done." As soon as Su Ziyi came over, Bian Qing leaned into his ear and whispered in a very low voice. Su Yulang also raised his head and looked at his father with a moved expression. The ironing post from the two of them Su Ziyi smiled unconsciously.

When all the villagers had dispersed, the village chief no longer stood on the altar.Like those old people, he wore a wooden mask on his face and walked to the firewood pile with a torch in his hand. Then he straightened his waist and sang a mysterious ballad written in mysterious words in front of everyone: "se-yo-yo-yo-yi-na..."

Different from the high voice when presiding over the ceremony on the altar before, the voice of the village chief changed back to his original voice at this time. The voice was neither high nor low, and slightly hoarse. That unique rhythm infected everyone.All the people present were silent, holding the things in their hands, looking at the village chief intently, listening to the story he sang.

When the last syllable was sung, the village chief threw the torch in his hand under the firewood pile. In an instant, the firewood pile ignited raging flames. Only then did Su Ziyi realize that the firewood pile might have been sprinkled by the villagers before it was put down. Combustion oil or something else.But in the blink of an eye, the flames reached as high as a person, and the bright red light illuminated the entire altar.

At this time, the village head bent down to pick up another torch under his feet, and lit it with the help of the fire in the firewood pile. Then he walked sideways around the circle surrounded by the old people, and began to sing again and again. The ballad that has been sung just now, but this time, he is not singing alone. The twenty old people around the altar also sang together. Their voices have their own characteristics, but they all suppress their voices. , and became a harmony in general.

At the moment when the village chief's feet started to move, the crowd who were standing quietly on both sides of the venue also began to move.

Some adults held torches in their hands, and children held paper money and paper trinkets in their hands. One by one, they walked in the direction of the village chief, and the villagers followed neatly behind the village chief. Then, some villagers who were familiar with the tune of the song began to sing along after entering the range of the altar, and then brought the people around them to sing together.

Under their influence, Bian Qing opened his mouth, and the unique crispness of youth made this mysterious ballad sound less distant. Under Bian Qing's leadership, Su Yulang also began to sing along, and he sang stutteringly. Yes, but seriously.Their serious attitude also made Su Ziyi's heart sink. He opened his mouth falsely and moved his lips imitating the syllables he heard.

The village chief had already led the team to the other side of the altar, and it was only then that Su Ziyi discovered that the same pile of firewood in front of the altar was also placed on the other side of the altar.The village chief also lit the pile of firewood, but this time he did not pick up any torches, and continued to circle around in a relaxed manner. When the villagers passed by the pile of firewood, they asked the children at home to throw the sacrifices in their hands into the firewood. middle.

In this way, the village chief led the way, singing songs while walking, while the villagers behind followed the rhythm and circled around the altar, repeating the short song over and over again.As a cultivator, Su Ziyi's memory was better than the people beside him, so when the song was repeated for the third time, he had already memorized it completely, and he could sing it completely like Bian Qing.

There are not too many villagers in Luoshan Village, but there are also more than two hundred people. The two hundred people are divided into two teams, and they follow the head of the village in the circle around the altar, which will inevitably make the people who walk behind can only walk in circles. Surrounded by the outside, and the circle of people inside is getting smaller and smaller.They walked and sang until the two piles of flames were outside their circle, and the villagers who walked in the front had already stood close to the altar.

The altar is relatively large, so the distance between people is still relatively comfortable.

Standing on Su Ziyi's left was Su Yulang, who was sandwiched between him and Bian Qing.The position of the three of them is not bad, on the fourth lap counting from the altar, this allows them to not have to stand directly facing the twenty old people, and they can see clearly where the village chief is when they look up. do something.

At this time, the village head climbed up to the altar again, and the songs in his mouth didn't stop. Driven by him, the people below also kept singing songs.

He stood in the center of the altar, the mask on his face was clearly illuminated by the flames in the iron pot. It was half a face, covering only the upper half of the village chief's face.The mask is painted with a red background, with eyebrows and eyes drawn in black and cyan, but it is strange that the person who made this scene actually used white paint to draw three falling drops under the eyes of the mask. teardrop.

The village chief's voice became louder and louder. He spread his arms, no longer suppressed his voice, and opened his voice to sing. The villagers followed his actions, and their voices became louder and louder. The weird ballad instantly resounded through Luoshan Village night sky.

Su Ziyi no longer knew how many times he sang this song along with other people.All he knew was that as the song was repeated more times, the expressions on the faces of the surrounding villagers became more excited, and some people who were physically weak even had flushes on their faces, but none of the others noticed. These, they couldn't wait—it seemed that they wanted to burn all the blood in their bodies to sing this tune from ancient times.

"Ah—Iller—"

Just when the whole venue was already in a climax, the village chief suddenly raised the tune to an extremely high level, making it difficult for ordinary people to reach.Su Ziyi looked up, and found that the village chief had already stood on tiptoe to sing the high-pitched tune. The veins on his neck were exposed due to too much force, and his shriveled mouth was opened, like a bottomless black hole. Roaring tune.

And with the rise of the village chief's tune, the voices of the villagers began to weaken, a little bit until they stopped completely, and then the singing of the old people, and their chants were also lowered a little bit.In the end, only the voice of the village head remained in the entire space. He no longer sang songs, but pressed a long "ah" sound from the high pitch to the low pitch.

— until the voice can no longer be heard by others.

The village chief, who kept his mouth shut, was silent for a while, and then he turned and walked to the incense burner against the eyes of all the villagers.At this time, all the incense sticks in the incense burner had been burned to ashes. Instead of lighting new incense sticks, the village head picked up a porcelain bowl next to the incense burner, and poured the contents of the bowl into the incense burner. .

— that's blood.

Su Ziyi squinted his eyes and saw the dark red liquid clearly.And at this time, Su Yulang who was standing next to him suddenly tugged at his robe. He looked down and found that Su Yulang smiled at him, then turned his head, leaned slightly, closed his eyes, and clasped his hands together. Worship in the direction of the altar.

Su Ziyi glanced around and found that other villagers also made the same movements as Su Yulang.Su Ziyi didn't hesitate anymore, imitating Su Yulang's palms together, lowered his head towards the altar, and closed his eyes.

Without any sound interference, Su Ziyi could only hear the "cracking" sound of the fire burning the firewood, which made him a little confused, what is this for?But there was silence all around, no one spoke or moved, and Su Yulang didn't pull his clothes like before, so he could only calm down and continue to maintain this action.

I don't know how long it took, Su Ziyi suddenly heard a very light "Xi Xi" sound in his ears, it was like the sound of the flowing stream that had been suppressed countless times, and it was also like the sound of dust rolling in the air.Although the sound is dense, it is not annoying, and even makes people feel a sense of awe for life for no reason.

Then, before Su Ziyi had other thoughts, a warm breath from all directions enveloped his whole body in an instant. This breath was both gentle and domineering, and it invaded Su Ziyi's tendons in an instant, but it didn't hurt his tendons. If there is any damage to the pulse, it will only make people feel that the whole body relaxes immediately.

——This is spiritual power!

——Incomparably pure spiritual power!

Su Ziyi, who was enveloped by this aura, recognized the other party's background almost immediately. He seized the opportunity and immediately began to practice his mind, so that the aura that hadn't had time to escape from his veins, according to his ideas, was in him. The body circulates badly.Although this spirit power is pure, its quantity is not large, but it is enough for Su Ziyi to use this shareholder style to break through the shackles of the fifth level of refining Qi in one fell swoop—

Enter the sixth level of Qi Refining!