Chapter 655 Opening the Forum
Chapter 655 Opening the Forum
"call……"
The river is vast and boundless.
On the Temple of Heaven, Liang Qu lay on his back, opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of hot air, and the white mist dissipated against the river breeze.
The sky was gloomy and there was not a ray of sunshine to be seen.
Even if the dark clouds were dispersed and the ships headed north, they would soon arrive at new waters that were covered by the clouds again, and all efforts would be in vain.
"Mr. Lan, it looks like it's going to snow today. Should we continue to sunbathe?"
"Sunbathing." Lan Jicai sat on a small stool, peeled off half a guava, pinched the peel and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering, "When it snows, you can come down."
I hadn't finished eating half a guava when heavy snow started falling.
Coincidentally.
Liang Qu rolled over and fell down, brushing off the ice crystals on his shoulders: "Mr. Lan, why do we need to bask in the sun when we sit at the Temple of Heaven? Is there really any benefit?"
After six days of drying in the sun, the Temple of Heaven is still the Temple of Heaven, and Liangqu is still the Liangqu.
Practicing the "Body Consciousness Method" made Liang Qu extremely sensitive to changes in himself. He had never felt that sitting on the Temple of Heaven to bask in the sun was of any help to him, so he simply asked clearly. If there was any special use, he would disperse the snow and go back to continue basking in the sun.
"It's no use."
"No use?"
Liang Qu stared.
Lan Jicai thought without hesitation: "Aren't you a fisherman? Don't you pray to the gods before going out to fish?"
"..."
"I once went to the South China Sea to observe the stars and explore the strange phenomena of the sky and earth. On the way, I accidentally got lost and drifted to an island. I was just looking for someone to ask for directions, but I found something interesting."
"What's the funny thing?"
“There is only a barbarian tribe of a few thousand people on the island. Most of the islanders make a living by fishing. There is an inner lake in the center of the island. The resources are very stable. There are fish wherever you go.
However, the quantity and quality of fish in the inner lake are average, so fishermen sometimes need to go out to sea to fish to make a living.
Before going out to sea to fish, the islanders would sing, dance, kneel down and kowtow, recite an impromptu blessing and pray to God.
On the other hand, when the fishermen on the island go to the inner lake to fish, they never do so much messy things. "
"So, the so-called bathing and burning incense cannot be eaten randomly..."
Liang Qu thought about the bland meals he had had in recent days.
Not only are onions, garlic, and peppers not allowed in the food, but no seasonings or soy sauce are allowed either, only a pinch of salt.
Fade out a bird.
"Same."
"understood."
Liang Qu was speechless.
It's just a superstitious activity.
Going fishing at sea is full of uncertainty - sometimes you catch a lot of big fish, and sometimes you come away empty-handed, or you might even run the risk of encountering a storm.
It’s different to go to Neihu, it’s safe and stable, and the islanders are used to it.
Therefore, the so-called singing and dancing has nothing to do with God. It is simply that fishermen want to do something to intervene in uncertainty.
Misattribution of elements of previous success.
It's not completely useless.
A few extra points for psychological suggestion.
Liang Qu estimated that most of the people who had sat on the altar in the past had done this ritual of bathing and burning incense to show their gratitude to the Holy Emperor.
Unexpectedly, the effect of sitting on the altar was surprisingly good, so he attributed the success to his own piety and spread the news, which pleased the Holy Emperor. Gradually, it became a tradition, and people later continued to add to it and increase the complicated rituals.
Bells and whistles.
The sky was filled with snow and wind, and a thin layer of white frost accumulated on the deck.
Liang Qu peeled off the thin ice frozen on the edge of the boat and pushed it into the river as he walked.
What snowstorm is going to stop?
Go back to sleep.
the next day.
It was a sunny day with clear blue skies. There was no trace of mist on the canal. The ship crossed Lanzhou and, unlike the previous trip westward, turned into the port and headed north, now sailing in the center of the waterway.
Boom!
The thin ice fell onto the deck and broke into pieces. Soldiers cleared away the frost and snow that had accumulated on the deck and the Temple of Heaven.
Yang Xu, Lu Gang and others looked up.
The figure on the mast swayed.
Lan Jicai dipped a willow branch in snow water and sprinkled it in the center of the Temple of Heaven. He then jumped into the Wangdou nearby and took out a cinnabar talisman paper with his two fingers.
"Use the blood from your index finger to trace the pattern on the talisman paper and carve it to the center of the Temple of Heaven. Remember, it doesn't matter where you start. The key is to complete it in one go without any breaks, and to connect the beginning and the end."
"Don't worry, Mr. Lan."
Liang Qu took the talisman paper, calmed his mind, determined the path, cut his index finger with the green wolf, and drew the pattern in one stroke.
The moment the pattern was connected from beginning to end, blood light burst out, and the Temple of Heaven, which was shaking slightly due to its elevated structure, came to a complete stop, as if the entire wooden frame was connected as one, turning into a straight, integrated column mast.
The jade-like light on the altar surface faded.
Not the same.
The Temple of Heaven before us seems to have been awakened from a dream. It is no longer a dead object, but full of vitality.
There was definitely a fundamental difference between Liang Qu's previous "sitting on the altar" and now.
"Okay, sit on the altar, concentrate on feeling the energy of the Temple of Heaven, if you grasp it, you will be able to feel it."
"how long?"
"A few hours, a few days, anything is possible. In short, it's not too fast or too slow. Just sit on it and feel it. After that, everyone will take care of everything for you. You don't need to worry about it."
Lan Jicai said this, flipped out from the mast bucket, and slid all the way to the deck.
Take another look at the vast river.
Liang Qu cut off his thoughts and sat cross-legged on the altar.
As soon as he entered into meditation, unlike the previous time when he felt nothing while sitting on the altar, a strong yet sharp breath emanated from the altar and enveloped his whole body.
The body, mind, heart and blood gradually become calm as you sit down.
The river wind is strong.
Everyone unconsciously slowed down their breathing, for fear of disturbing Liang Qu's sitting on the altar.
Not to mention that there is no grudge or hatred, if someone's mistake hindered Liang Qu's breakthrough, the Holy Emperor would be the first to be furious.
Lan Jicai watched for a while, turned around and went into the cabin. When he came out again, he was already with several colleagues in blue robes, holding two large pottery jars in their arms.
Yang Xu retracted his gaze and bowed to ask.
"Mr. Lan, may I ask who is the Martial Saint Spirit in the Temple of Heaven?"
"Yan Dongjun."
"Yan Dongjun?"
"You are young, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it. He died more than a hundred years ago. Before our dynasty was founded, Yan Dongjun was a good friend of Taizu. He never married and lived alone. He was especially good at using a spear.
When he traveled around the world, he once shot and killed a fellow Khan of Beiting with one shot, and his reputation was great. However, every generation has talented people, but after several generations, dust returns to dust, and the old people who remembered him have all died long ago.
Isn't the spear the weapon that Liang used to carry with him? I saw him take it on board. There are all records in Nanzhili. The court simply allocated Yan Dongjun's Temple of Heaven.
The altar sitters and the Heavenly Temple Spirit have some similarities, so their compatibility will be higher, and the resonance between heaven and man will last three times longer."
"I see."
"Yan Dongjun, I have some impression of him."
Long Binglin spoke.
"You?" Lan Jicai was suspicious, then he realized, "Oh, yes, you are a dragon man. I remember that Yan Dongjun's spear is called Scale Dragon. It seems to have been forged by Jiang Huai Dragon Lord?"
"There are records in the tribe that Lord Long once forged a mysterious weapon for Lord Yan using the water forging method. It is one of the most powerful weapons in the world."
"No wonder..."
"call!"
"call!"
The cold wind grew stronger, and everyone suddenly heard breathing sounds. The breathing was so light at first that it was almost unnoticeable, but soon it became as strong as the wind that overwhelmed the river.
There were strong winds and waves on the river, and the steadily sailing ship was shaking slightly, but the Temple of Heaven remained standing still.
This is……
Xu Zishuai came to the side of the boat, and the whole river was surging with waves, splashing out layers of water foam!
"Good boy, the resonance is so fast?!"
Lan Jicai was greatly surprised.
(End of this chapter)