musicians of old

Chapter 41 Backtracking the Secret Ritual
"Is it here?" Qiong Qingtian's voice echoed.

"Yes."

The small chamber music hall is dimly lit, and outside the door there are occasional footsteps of students passing by after class.

Fanning walked onto the stage. The layout here was similar to that of Hall 1. There were about a hundred auditoriums. There was a four-and-a-half-foot Boethius baby grand piano, and some music stands and seats were piled up on the stage. side.

There were a few gas lamps on high places all around, and there was a faint light through the colored green glass. Fanning didn't know where the console was besides the other lights.

"Do you know where the cleaning tool locker is?" Joan asked.

"Why do you ask this?" Fanning asked in a puzzled tone.

But he still stretched out his hand, "It's usually in the backstage room that the corridor leads to. I'll take you to see it."

A few minutes later, under Joan's command, Fanning put a basin of water in the middle of the front row of the auditorium, with a rag over his shoulder.

"Thank you." Joan motioned Fanning to pass the rag to herself.

She bent down, reached out, picked up a little water, and sprinkled it on the front of the stage. The height difference between the upper and lower stages was more than half a meter.

Then stepped onto the stage, squatted down and began to wipe carefully with a rag.

"Are you here to do the cleaning?"

"Although the concert hall is already very clean, it still needs to be cleaned later as an altar." Joan, who was squatting on the stage, turned her head and smiled at herself.

"Altar? Do you really know any secret rituals?" Fanning looked at Joan with interest.

"A not-so-difficult retrospective revelation mystery in occultism, do you want to learn it? Let me demonstrate it to you." Joan laughed softly and proudly.

Is it the bronze or the king? I won't die
If it was before, he might have advised to stop it with his cautious temperament, but now he is a knowledgeable person, and he should be able to detect and help if there is any danger of making trouble.

"Let me wipe it for you." He made a gentleman's suggestion, took back the rag and squatted down.

"Lock the door first," said Joan.

"What if someone wants to come in?"

"I'm afraid that someone will come in and interfere with the ceremony."

"Okay, then I'll lock it for now."

Then Joan began to take out various things from her small satchel.

She places a slightly larger combination candlestick at her far end: "This symbolizes what I'm praying to."

Hold a small single candlestick in front of yourself: "This is a symbol of myself."

"The object of prayer? It won't be some strange Lord of Witness, right?" Fan Ning was still a little worried.

He felt that his occult knowledge was too lacking, and he didn't know whether he should let Joan pray.

But she has lived to this age, so she should be fine, right?
"What is the name of this god you pray to?" Fanning asked in a curious tone.

"The name of the God of the Lord of Witness is 'Winter Wind'." Joan said.

"You know the word Lord of Witness?" Fanning was surprised.

"The names of the gods in some occult books, because they will witness the completion of our ceremony, it seems that you know it too?" Qiong lit a match, first lit the four candles on the opposite side of the candlestick, and then lit the candle that symbolized herself. 4.

"I heard from Mr. Anton." Fan Ning looked at the movements in Joan's hands, "By the way, why are there 4 candles in the candlestick that symbolizes the Lord of Witness? I have 1 candle?"

"This is not fixed. I use 4 this time because 4 has the meanings of 'planning, surveying, measuring, classifying, and recording' in the spiritual number of mysticism. Control over the time of passing."

"However, the candle that symbolizes oneself is generally 1. 1 is the meaning of 'beginning and creation, singleness and isolation' in the mystical spiritual number, representing the aspect of one's own consciousness or will, and one candle is a symbol of 'true self' ' or 'I am'."

You shouldn't be bronze, at least you should be gold. Fan Ning was stunned when he heard that.

"Okay, I'm going to concentrate on arranging the secret ceremony. I may not have time to talk. Ask me later if you don't understand something. I'll teach you for half an hour after a delicious meal." Joan grinned.

Fanning stood slightly sideways to Joan's gaze, blinked a little longer, trying to imprint the surrounding scene in his mind, and then imagined three beams of light with no beginning and no end converging on his chest, turning into a pearl-colored spherical star.

The pale golden light in his eyes flashed past, and under the inspiration of the "candle", the sphere slowly expanded, forming an inspiration "field" that enveloped the surrounding things, and then the field of vision was covered with a layer of dark gold , Different things show different kinds of light and shadow.

In this state, he began to observe Joan's movements.

In the altar she placed a dish of coarse salt, a bowl of clear water, two sheets of parchment, one large and one small, a quill, and a copper penny wrapped in a dark material.

Dip the ink with a quill pen, and draw three irregular arcs that are generally smooth but curled at the ends on the large parchment, as the witness symbol of the Lord of Witness "Winter Wind", spread on the base of the altar, and another piece of lambskin The paper had his name written on it.

"A mixed mineral of sapphire, tektite and coarse salt."

Joan took out blue and green crystal particles from the vial, piled them up at three points, and finally sprinkled coarse salt to form a closed triangle.

"Ok?"

At the moment when the curves merged, Fan Ning's gnosis did discover that there were extremely faint heterogeneous colors in the altar: the thick salt dish was the lavender "key" phase, the clear water bowl was the dark silver "barren" phase, and the Coins wrapped in dark materials showed a special light and shadow of gray and white stripes, and he was not sure what phase this was.

Joan placed the basin of water outside the altar, and then took out a mirror and sank it to the bottom of the water.

"A dry powdered blend of Alder, Bay Leaf, and Deerglossus."

Joan took out another burning spoon riveted with a copper spoon, iron wire and flame-retardant handle, moved the incense powder over the candle flame, and burned it to ashes.

The surroundings are filled with the scent of herbs and Chinese medicine similar to Fan Ning's previous life.

"This is frankincense essential oil." Joan flicked the liquid from the dropper into the first candle in the far candlestick.

"hiss--"

The mist is steaming, and the strange fragrance with resinous smell floats out, making people feel comfortable and lazy.

"We worship 'Northern Wind', the god of midnight loss, the god of poignancy and withering."

Joan's sweet voice popped out several special syllables, and the rhythm centered on the back, which seemed to alternate between murmuring and decisive, with more affricates and side sounds.

"What language is this?" Fanning couldn't understand it at all, but he was very surprised: "It's not the ancient Hoffmannian language, nor is it like the Lange language of the Kingdom of Lydia, or the Yaya language of the holy Kingdom of Janus." Nusi."

He also thought about what he had heard, the languages ​​spoken by the Nileru people or the Tungus people in some border areas or remote mountainous areas did not resemble each other.

Is this the 3rd history of Turangalian? Mr. Anton is obsessed with the study of ancient music and has studied many ancient languages. Fan Ning has occasionally heard the general hearing characteristics of this language.

According to the definition of "dead language" in the academic circles, the last human being in the world whose mother tongue is Turangalian died in the new calendar more than 300 years ago, which means that the language has been dead for 600 years.

Although the current history and linguists have made abundant research results on its text interpretation, a large number of pronunciations have been lost, except for very few scholars who study ancient books.

This little girl is not easy
"The Lord of Frost, the Lord of Prudence, and the Lord of Mist. He will never speak, and all the past remembered by the world will fade to pure white, tasteless, and only the silent revelation hangs in the heart."

"Hiss—" The second drop of essential oil evaporated.

"Those who stare at him will sink into the sea like a shipwreck. Those who remember him will bury the decree until the severe winter comes. Those who worship him today should not serve him the next day. Those who worship him tomorrow will never worship him."

Joan chanted prayers in Turangalian and dripped frankincense oil into each of the four candles.

The altar was steaming.

Then she picked up the silver key, rubbed it on the ashes of plants and trees in the burning spoon several times, and took it out.

Holding the key to enter the lock, it protruded outwards, and circled a medium-sized circle around the front half of the piano on the stage and the front row of the auditorium.

Fan Ning's "Gnosis" vaguely felt that the trajectory interval marked by the key in Joan's hand seemed to be concerned by some existence.

"The secret history is full of threads, unknown, and I only pray to see where it points, about Nora Carr's flickering past, based on restraint and obscuration, and the inspiration is dry and not heavy."

Back at the altar, after saying the last Turangalian prayer, she lit the parchment with her name on the candle that symbolized herself, and threw it into the coarse salt dish.

When the paper was about to burn out, she stretched out a white finger, wiped a gap in the closed coarse salt triangle, and pointed it in the direction of the water basin.

Joan closed her eyes and murmured softly, "Holy, holy, holy, Lord of witnesses."

The voice is as gentle as if gently comforting the person next to the pillow to fall asleep.

An inexplicable gust of cold wind blew across the concert hall.

Under Fan Ning's "observation", the three originally weak and static phase lights and shadows in the altar were suddenly lifted up, with the dark silver "Desolate" phase as the main one, and the purple "Key" phase replaced by another The phases are cut into stripes as embellishments, flowing towards the basin of water staggered with each other.

This girl really has something, Fan Ning is really amazed now.

Judging from the scene he "saw", the Lord of Witness whose god name is "North Wind" should hold the aspect of "Huang", which is the same as the righteous god "Raven" of the Lingyin Discipline Society.

He looked at Joan, except that his eyes seemed a little tired, there was nothing unusual, and he was relieved a lot.

It was as if something was shaking on the ground, and the water level in the basin began to shake!
Joan walked to the basin and looked at the sinking mirror under the shock of the water.

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