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Chapter 1 Wedges
Two quarters later, all the tributes on the Guixuan Terrace had been neatly arranged, and the monks lit the eight-direction long-burning lamps.

Guixuan Terrace is thirty feet high, with thousands of steps from the bottom to the top, and there are two bronze incense burners every ten steps. When the mountain wind blows, the warm but not stagnant, clear but not floating aroma is refreshing. Shuang, a piece of peace and tranquility in the chest.This is the most precious spice in the family, and it is only used every 60 years when Jiazi worships the gods.

It was the first time Yuanzhong smelled such a fragrance, and he couldn't help stretching his neck. The mountain wind sometimes brought the fragrance, and sometimes blew it away, so he always smelled unreal.The monk Xin Mao on the side patted his thin shoulder kindly, and said in a low voice: "Yuanzhong, don't move around."

"When will the gods come?" Yuan Zhong looked towards the forbidden area in the middle of Guixuan Terrace surrounded by fairy flowers and jade fences, with a longing expression on his immature face.

Calculated according to the age of the Youhu family, he is only eleven years old this year. It is the first time he has experienced the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods once every 60 years. Everything he sees is fresh and curious.Guixuan Terrace is closed on weekdays, even the elders and monks are not allowed to enter without authorization, and ordinary small celebrations will not be organized here. It is said that after a while, the gods will descend on the platform to visit them who have been left behind in the mortal world Guixuan Terrace belongs to the forbidden land of the gods.

"You count in your heart, and when you count to a thousand, you can see the gods."

Monk Xin Mao smiled, and couldn't bear to let the child down by telling the truth in advance.Every young man of the fox family is full of expectations and dreams when they experience worshiping the gods for the first time. They are instinctively close and worship the gods. If they know that the gods have never appeared in the past ten thousand years, it will be a shame. How lost?Even the older generation of monks like them, and even the elders before the ancient times, have experienced this kind of loss, and some people even suspected that the gods never existed.

According to historical records in the clan, after the legendary war between gods and demons tens of thousands of years ago, all the gods disappeared. Before that, the Youhu clan was a noble clan that served the gods.Everyone in this record knows that they have been engraved in their hearts since birth. They are noble, belong to the gods, and are different.However, as time passed, these records were increasingly regarded as false legends, and what they believed in became more and more like an obsession rather than reality. Even monks like them no longer believed that the gods would It appears that the ceremony is more of a ritual of consummation and obsession.

Yuan Zhong didn't know the heavy thoughts in Monk Xin Mao's mind, he closed his eyes devoutly, and counted silently in his heart.On the Guixuan stage, the wind blows up and down, the elders and the elders and other dignified people kneel on the ground neatly, and the people below the stage are all ordinary people. With so many people, there is no sound other than the whistling of the wind.Maybe the ion time was closer, someone opened the ten altars of the most precious tribute wine "Unparalleled Under Heaven" among the tributes, and the mellow and strong aroma of the wine came with the wind instantly, Yuan Zhong almost sneezed.

He held his breath and didn't dare to type it out. He just counted seriously in his heart: "Nine hundred and ninety-five, nine hundred and ninety-six..." Monk Xin Mao left his side and walked towards the forbidden area enclosed in the middle.

"Nine hundred and ninety-one, nine hundred and ninety-two..."

The slightly cold voice of the monk Xin Maoci came: "Sprinkle the wine and sacrifice to the heaven and the earth."

"Nine hundred and ninety one..."

It was about to be a thousand, Yuan Zhong opened his eyes nervously, and watched the monk Xin Mao wave his long sleeves, and the ten altars of the world unparalleled flew up in a circle, splashing, golden wine spilled all over the ground, and the aroma of the wine became more and more intense full-bodied.

"The time has come." The monk Xin Mao knelt down solemnly and began to chant ancient prayers to worship the gods.

"...One thousand." The little heart in Yuan Zhong's chest was about to pop out, his eyes eagerly looked at the forbidden area in the middle, and he didn't dare to blink.

The forbidden area suddenly burst into light, it was not the soft divine light he had imagined, but dazzling, unstoppable, Yuan Zhong was pierced by the light so that his eyes watered, but he couldn't bear to look at it, so he could only narrow his eyes into slits. slit, barely looking straight ahead.

The elders and clansmen on and off the stage all exclaimed in disbelief. It has been tens of thousands of years, and such a change has never happened before. The forbidden area actually glows?Is that the glory of the gods? !

The light became brighter and brighter, and gradually became like the sun. Monk Xin Mao trembled all over, kowtowed, and tears of excitement fell down his face. Could it be that after tens of thousands of years, the gods finally remembered the people they left behind in the mortal world?

Yuan Zhong covered his eyes with his hands, and looked out through his fingers, only to feel that the light in the forbidden area gradually weakened, from the raging sun-like glare to the cold and silvery moonlight, and there was a jade plate hanging in the distant sky. There seems to be a small moon on the Guixuan platform, which is brilliant, clear and exquisite.

He vaguely saw a figure in the moonlight, hazy, floating and light, but he couldn't see clearly.Yuan Zhong couldn't help but put his hand down, staring blankly at the figure.No one restrained his disrespectful behavior. When the gods descended, they were not allowed to look up. Even the monk Xin Mao knocked his forehead on the ground tremblingly.

The figure became more and more clear, resembling a woman in white clothes, seemingly real and unreal.Yuan Zhong stared at her blankly, feeling that she was very close to him, but seemed to be very, very far away from him. Her hair was very long, with a simple bun, which he had never seen before. She seemed to be standing, and at the same time seemed to be floating. As she stood, her white clothes danced gently with the wind, high above her.

Yuan Zhong was eager to see her appearance clearly, he slowly got up from the ground and walked slowly towards the forbidden area.The monk Xin Mao, who was kneeling on the ground in agitation, finally found this daring child, and immediately reached out and grabbed his shirt, and lowered his voice to reprimand: "Bold! Kneel quickly!"

Yuan Zhong couldn't hear his voice, his spirit had already been absorbed by that figure.He felt that he was about to see her eyebrows and eyes clearly, those eyebrows, those eyes... what beautiful eyes, the most precious black gemstone in the clan was no match for it.The moment he saw it clearly, he felt that all the spiritual apertures in his body were opened, and he couldn't help trembling slightly.

Cold soaking and melting the moon - is it a dream?Is it phantom?

The force of the clothes being pulled suddenly increased, Yuan Zhong was pulled down inadvertently, the monk Xin Mao was already glaring at him with anger, all the elders on the stage got up, the light of the forbidden area had disappeared, the man ... That person also disappeared, and everything just now was like a dream.

"I'll punish you when I go back." Monk Xin Mao pushed him aside and ignored him.

It was the early autumn of the Bingyou year. After nearly ten thousand years, the gods descended on the Guixuan Terrace again, without any will, and only appeared for a short moment, but it has become the greatest glory of the Youhu clan.

After three Jiazi, the god never appeared again.

(End of this chapter)