I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

Everyone in Yunyang Temple in Nanshan finally saw the importance that the people of Cangcheng attached to the Holy Spirit Festival.

Not only the flowers that have disappeared all over the mountains and plains in a few days, but also the ribbons hanging in various villages and cities and the bright lights that rise at night.

Two days before the first day, the village head at the foot of Nanshan Mountain took his two sons and one daughter with him, and went up the mountain with a few big baskets.

"A few days ago, Immortal Elder, you asked us to pick flowers on Nanshan Mountain. We are very grateful, but you have to leave some flowers on this holy festival. We have smelted the wild flowers that have been stepped down, and sent you some baskets. "

Those people lifted the sackcloth covering the basket, revealing the bright flowers inside.

The disks of the wild flowers on the mountain are relatively small, but after two or three days of picking, they are still so fresh, it must be using other methods.

Yang Zhao enthusiastically took the two of them to a room with tables and chairs to sit down, touched a set of tea sets and came back, summoning a big water polo to warm them up.

"Ah, Master Xiaoxian is really too polite."

Village head Lin and the others smiled shyly.

"I'm also sorry. The people in our village have picked up all the flowers in Nanshan, and I'll give you some for your holiday."

The village head was so polite to send flowers, so Yang Zhao also received him in a good manner.

Looking at the scene of the whole city being mobilized, Holy Spirit's Day must be a big day, she wants to do as the Romans do in the countryside, and spend this festival with everyone.

"Mr. Lin is really bothering you. You also know that I came to Cangcheng last year. I don't know the rules of celebrating Holy Spirit's Day here. Can you tell me a few words?"

After all, Yunyang Temple and Shangyang Village are neighbors. The festival at the foot of the mountain is lively and lively, but the scene at the top is deserted and deserted.

Her words made Village Chief Lin's chatterbox open.

It turns out that this Holy Spirit's Day commemorates the big fish in the form of gods under their feet.

According to ancient rumors, at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, the gods incarnate as big fish to undertake the suffering of the world.

So this day also became the grandest festival of the year during the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Since this season is not a harvest day, all kinds of flowers have become the most important tribute.

"The customs are similar everywhere. Here we celebrate the Holy Spirit Festival with flowers. I know that in some places, the new shoots are also used. You, go to the city to buy some colors and bring them to you. They are all hung on the gate of the yard." Come on, wait for the day to set up the altar, present flowers, and wait for the blessing of the gods."

When sending Village Chief Lin and the others down the mountain, Yang Zhao went into Cangcheng to buy ribbons.

Unexpectedly, this ribbon is not cheap, the more fancy the color, the more expensive it is.

Yang Zhao didn't want to be taken advantage of, so he bought some middling ones and hung them on the door of Yunyang Temple.

The locals who delivered bricks, stones and lumber in the past few days have not come, and they have to go back for the festival.

Xiaodouren, who didn't need to move bricks, simply carved all the things he learned in Sujin Pagoda in the past few days on the brick wall, and then painted it with gold paint.

"From now on, this will be the preaching wall. Who can't look at it and appreciate our merits?"

Li Baining looked at the golden mind map, and his heart was full of excitement.

Zhulan nodded her head in approval.

In the past few days, she has received a lot of praise because she has memorized the scriptures well, which has greatly improved her self-confidence. Wherever she goes, her little face is always sunny.

On the second day after Village Chief Lin sent flowers, the Xiaodou people witnessed a grand sacrificial activity.

At this time, the mountain thought of the sound of ritual and music for sacrifices.

Yang Zhao heard the voice came from Cangcheng, she quickly took a table and put it in the yard, and enshrined the baskets of flowers on the table.

The sound of rites and music rang from morning to noon, from inside the city to outside the city.

At the middle of the day, suddenly, the sound of several drums beating resounded throughout Cangcheng.

Even the Yunyang Temple on Nanshan Mountain was swayed by the sound of the drum.

The little bean people on the mountain suddenly panicked.

"What's wrong? Someone fired a salute?"

"Ugh, the people at the foot of the mountain are going to attack with Italian guns!"

"What are you thinking about? It's a festival today, so I guess drums are being played to cheer."

Yang Zhao went out of the yard and came to the top of the mountain to look down at the situation.

A group of Xiaodou people in the yard also followed in a big way. Against the backdrop of Xiaodou people's impressive height, she became the crane in the flock, looking extraordinarily tall and straight.

As the drums became louder, she found that the whole Cangcheng became a little hazy in her eyes.

A strange feeling hit her mind layer upon layer, reminding her to bow her head and kneel down.

Yang Zhao did not go against this wish, and found a big rock and sat on it directly.

Sure enough, no matter kneeling or sitting, as long as you get shorter, the strange oppressive feeling will be greatly relieved.

But why don't the little bean people feel this way?
Looking at Xiaodouren who was alive and kicking beside him, doubts flashed in Yang Zhao's mind.

Suddenly, she saw a colorful whirlwind blowing in Cangcheng at the foot of the mountain. The wind was full of various colors, rising and falling in the city.

Yang Zhao somehow understood that the colors were actually various petals being blown up by the wind.

Now almost the entire city of Cangcheng is shrouded in a sea of ​​flowers, but Nanshan is farther away, and the flowers and colors are more mixed, and she can't see anything except a cloudy one.

Yang Zhao subconsciously looked down at Yunyang Temple, and found that a small whirlwind was also blowing up in the yard.

The whirlwind was mixed with flower petals and flew up from the yard, but there were fewer petals, and it didn't look as spectacular as Cangcheng at the foot of the mountain.

But even so, it also aroused the exclamation of Xiaodou people.

"The petals are flying!"

"Whirlwind, the tornado brought it up!"

"You are stupid, this is obviously a miracle, the whirlwind of your house can bring a city of flowers."

"How can you be sure that the ones in the city are flowers? Maybe they're rolled up sandstorms."

"Oh, see if I believe what you said!"

The wind blew higher and higher, pulling all the colors into the sky.

Even the baskets of petals in the Yunyang Temple were like a small swimming dragon, flying up to the sky along the wind.

Slowly the sound of drums faded away, and the sound of someone chanting Zhu Wen sounded in Cangcheng.

The voice was melodious and melodious. I couldn't hear what he was reading on the top of Nanshan, but there was a sense of majesty.

All of a sudden, the little bean people are lively again.

"How many speakers do you have to install to get this sound to us?"

"This is the world of self-cultivation, so you definitely don't need a loudspeaker. It's probably using a formation, or they just yelled with their throats."

"Um, the voice is also very pleasant, but I can't understand what I'm saying."

The Xiaodou people gathered together and whispered, and some of them already regretted not going down the mountain today.

"I knew it was so lively, I would go down the mountain to see what I said today, and gain a lot of experience."

"Isn't it, such a big festival, there must be a lot of fun to watch."

There are also Xiaodou people who disagree with their views.

"It's better not to join in the fun in this kind of day. If we don't do it right, if they give us a direct blow, who will pull us in?"

"That is, since you are writing about cultivation, you should be more cautious. Do you really think you are the protagonist in that novel?"

Xiaodouren, who originally wanted to go down the mountain now, became a little sluggish.

"That's right, it's a taboo for outsiders to love and commit crimes on this day."

Gradually, Zhu Wen died down, and there were several thunderous drums in Cangcheng City.

Yang Zhao's heart trembled suddenly, and he subconsciously roared.

"Look down!"

After shouting, she lowered her head and closed her eyes.

A huge figure rose from the sky, which made all the hairs on her whole body stand up, and her back felt chilly.

The other Xiaodou people were taken aback by her roar, but they were not stupid, and they all lowered their heads.

But there are always a few stunned youths who want to do something different from others. When everyone bows their heads, they are still turning their little heads and looking around curiously, wanting to see different scenery.

It's a pity that no one satisfied their curiosity. Less than five seconds after Yang Zhao and the others bowed their heads, the little bean people who were looking around turned gray all over in an instant, and then fell to the ground with a puff, turning into a star. Dry beans.

Yang Zhao only felt that his ears were irritated, and a big fish with a strange appearance appeared involuntarily in his closed eyes.

There are thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on the back of this big fish, and surging sea water on its belly.

She's sure he's never seen anything like this in his life, but how could something like this come to her mind?
It seems that the gods of Dazhou have responded, and you still have to control your own mouth in the future. They are gods, how can they be called "this kind of thing"?
If it is brought out by the mouth, it is a big mistake to be overheard.

Yang Zhao lowered his head and closed his eyes, waiting there quietly.

It wasn't until a soft object hit her head that Yang Zhao felt the crisis in his heart disappear.

When she opened her eyes, she found that all kinds of flower petals rained down from the sky, and the petals that originally gathered in the sky fluttered down.

She scanned the back and found that there were more than 3000 Xiaodou people at this time became much sparser, and in this short period of time, there were less than a few hundred Xiaodou people.

"It's okay, you can look up."

The rest of the Xiaodouren Wenyan raised their heads one after another, and saw the rain of petals all over the sky.

"It's the first time I've seen the lower petals when I grow up so big."

"I saw it in the video, but it seemed to be a special effect."

The Xiaodou people were still amazed in a daze, but there were only a few who were more active in their thinking and changed the subject.

"There won't be bugs in the petals, what if the bugs fall on us?"

"Hey, it's so disgusting. This family picked all the bugs by hand, shouldn't they pick all the bugs?"

"By the way, why do I feel that we have fewer people?"

"Ah! Why are there so many beans under my feet?"

The Xiaodou people looked at their feet and looked at each other, naturally they all understood what happened just now.

"It's a good thing I'm obedient, otherwise I'd cry to death now."

"is not that right?"

Yang Zhao felt uneasy, jumped up from the rock and went straight back to Yunyang Temple.

She took off the Dao card around her neck, put it on the back of her phone, and sent a message to Guo Fu Min Qiang, telling them what happened just now, and asking if there was anything unusual about the Xiaodou people who had just disappeared.

Guo Fu Min Qiang: "I was shocked just now, but fortunately all the comrades who were sleeping woke up with a start."

The country is rich and the people are strong: "It seems to be fine, and they themselves don't feel anything..."

Guofu Minqiang: "Wait a moment, I will check them."

Yang Zhao: "Okay."

After waiting anxiously for a while, good news came from the rich country and the strong people.

Guofu Minqiang: "All the physiological indicators are normal, and the spirit is good. It's the same as the failure of the previous lead machine beans. We will continue to observe in the future."

Yang Zhao: "Okay, as long as it's okay, don't forget, I still have some fans here, you'd better monitor it too."

The country is rich and the people are strong: "Okay, don't worry."

Yang Zhao was still a little worried, put away his phone and went to look for Shen Ruoyu.

Shen Ruoyu seemed to be very experienced in this matter.

"It's okay, even if ordinary people look up, they will have a headache for a few days at most, and it won't kill anyone."

Yang Zhao asked curiously.

"Um, master, have you tried it?"

Shen Ruoyu glanced at her indifferently, and disappeared with a flick of his sleeves.

It seems that Yang Zhao talked about his pain point.

But it is undeniable that Shen Ruoyu's answer made her feel completely relieved, and she turned around and told the matter to Guofu Minqiang, so that the other side also had a bottom line in her heart.

Then she remembered that there were still a large group of Xiaodou people in Yunyang Temple. After all, the loss of so many Xiaodou people at once might cause fear to everyone. She should appease them first.

Yang Zhao hurriedly came to the yard, and sure enough, all the Xiaodou people came back.

She told the big guys what happened just now, emphasizing that the little bean people who just disappeared didn't suffer any damage.

"It's fine, let them be disobedient and say that they will bow their heads."

"It is estimated that the video comment area will cause another howl."

Although everyone joked a few words, they didn't stay here for too long, and many of them went back early.

Yang Zhao reckoned that they were going to contact those people who disappeared by accident today.

They have been together for so long that many have exchanged contact information.

After all, gods and spirits are involved, so if you don't ask yourself about this kind of thing, you won't feel at ease.

Yang Zhao stuffed two bigu pills in his mouth, ran into the room and started editing the video.

It was only when Xiaodouren reminded her that she still had a video account to maintain.

And now that account has not updated a new video for many days.

Yang Zhao slightly edited the spectacular scene of Aoki fighting against wild gods and flying green leaves that day, and then posted it on the Internet.

This video is very long, with half an hour, it is the longest of all her videos.

But Yang Zhao was really reluctant to cut it into a short video of five or six minutes, it felt like a waste.

But as soon as the video was sent out, Guo Fu Min Qiang came to find it.

The country is rich and the people are strong: "Comrade Yang, can you send me the detailed video of that battle without cutting it?"

My head hurts a lot today, and I'm in a trance.