Chapter 150
The cauldron is transported in China, and the evil is suppressed
Chapter 150 The cauldron is transported in China, and the evil is suppressed
Naturally, the fist in Zhao Wenzhao's mouth.
It's not a group of scholars holding their spindles and smashing them.
But what it means is force, not coincidence.
The power here refers to the luck of the country controlled by the sage.
In the Great Xia Dynasty, the three-pointer is in charge.
The emperor is in charge of the country and the country, and the big embroidered clothes cut off demons and evil spirits. As for the most mysterious saint of Yanyun Mountain, he carries the luck of the country and suppresses the mountains and rivers.
And this so-called "removal of filth" ceremony is for the people in the academy to use the luck of the Great Xia Kingdom to suppress all evil in the forbidden land of the clan.
It's just that during the conversation, Zhao Wenzhao didn't know what was going on in the clan mansion.
He only knew that since the original clan mansion was abolished, every first month, the academy would organize its staff to go to the ceremony of "removing the filth".
So far, it has been more than forty years in a row.
There is never a break.
Time passed slowly, and the carriage drove up to Yanyun Mountain, but did not stop at the academy.
Instead, drive directly towards the land of saints on the top of the mountain.
It is said that in the long years, that mysterious saint never left Yanyun Mountain.
When the sun was setting, the carriage stopped beside a simple thatched cottage.
"Mr. Jiang, please."
Zhao Wenzhao stepped out of the carriage first, pointed to the cottage and said:
"Among them is the place to burn incense and bathe. The teacher and others are also waiting in the hut."
Jiang Nan nodded and stepped into the small cottage.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw from the outside that the thatched cottage was only about three feet in size.
But inside, it is extremely vast.
Needless to say, it must be blessed by the skills of Sumeru.
The furnishings in the hut are also extremely simple.
Dozens of rough futons were placed on the ground, and an oil lamp in the middle gave off a soft light, but it illuminated the entire hut.
And on those futons, there are already figures sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and not speaking.
And in the entire thatched cottage, there is a white mist rising slowly.
Jiangnan's entrance did not cause any disturbance.
Only Qin Ke opened his eyes and said hello.
"Jiangnan, long time no see."
Jiang Nan sat down beside him, and said with a smile, "Master Qin, it's been a long time, so don't come here without any problems."
After I debated with Qin Ke, Master Qin appeared in the moat of the capital that night.
Jiang Nan already knew that Qin Ke was talking about his own words, so he went to find his teacher to match up.
In the end, I don't know if he said that he would throw the person who made the question into the river.
Anyway, he himself was thrown into the river.
After sitting down, the white mist also surrounded Jiangnan's body.
All of a sudden, the feeling of comfort and warmth arises spontaneously.
Jiang Nan looked left and right, but did not find any place to burn incense and bathe.
Seeing his expression, Qin Ke smiled knowingly: "There's no need to look for it. Burning incense and bathing is just a generalization. Sitting here quietly, surrounded by awe-inspiring aura, is the best way to burn incense and bathe."
Jiangnan nodded.
According to Qin Ke's statement, the noble spirit of moistening whiteness was cultivated by a sage, and it has the effect of driving away all evils and avoiding all disasters.
Although the clan's mansion is not a good place, but with the blessing of this awe-inspiring aura, he is not afraid anymore.
Silent all night.
.
The next morning, at five o'clock.
A little book boy carved in powder and jade came out of the sage's hut, set up a big iron pot in the place where Jiangnan and others burned incense and bathed, and cooked a pot of white porridge.
Everyone divides and eats it.
They are ready to go.
The team lined up, with Jiangnan and Qin Ke at the front, and dozens of people behind.
Jiang Nan looked at Qin Ke and asked in confusion, "Master Qin, didn't you say yesterday that we used Guoyun Town to get rid of the pollution? That's how we set off?"
He looked in the direction of the sage's thatched cottage, thinking that he would give him a token or something.
Otherwise, go to the clan mansion to give away the head?
But Qin Ke smiled mysteriously, "It's close to the sky, but far away."
Jiang Nan frowned and looked forward.
The porridge boy just now had already left.
In front of the group of people, there was only an old big iron pot.
"Master Qin, you mean... the Great Xia luck is in this pot?" Jiang Nan murmured.
Qin Ke glanced at him, "Fate is unpredictable, invisible to the eyes, inaudible to the ears, it is not contained in everything."
"But luck belongs to all things, and it can be attached to a pond of clear water, a stubborn stone, or an old tree."
"Why can't it be an iron pot?"
"The teacher is in charge of the country's destiny. Wherever it is said to be, it will be there."
As soon as the words fell, I saw a sudden brilliance rising from the iron pot that was eaten clean by everyone, which was mysterious and mysterious.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River again, I found that the iron pot was already chaotic, and it seemed to be filled with thousands of people, palaces and palaces, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers...
All things come to life.
Jiang Nan: "...Master Qin, in the past, when you went to the dirty, you used this pot to pretend to be the fate of the country?"
"No."
"Last year, I was a bunch of straw people."
"However, this year, Lord Jiang, you have just passed the ceremony of becoming a king, and you are entangled with the fate of the country, so let you be the one who upholds the fate of the country." Qin Ke said.
Jiangnan was stunned.
Those who uphold the destiny of the country, as the name suggests, are the leaders of "removing filth", and undertake the responsibility of upholding the destiny of the nation and suppressing filth.
In the past, this matter should be done by Qin Ke.
As for Jiangnan's trip, he is also very clear about his position.
——An idle pendant fishing in troubled waters, a ruthless bastard playing soy sauce.
After all, he doesn't know anything about poetry, books, rites and music, or classic articles.
It's just to light the green lantern near the clan mansion.
But unexpectedly, Qin Ke let him inherit the fate of a country...
"Master Qin, you must never..." Jiang Nan immediately refused and waved his hands repeatedly.
The latter shook his head, "Don't worry, all you have to do is to bring the fate of the country to the clan mansion, there is no risk."
Hearing this, Jiang Nan was not surprised—he had checked the teams who had gone to Fei over the years earlier, and no one was injured or injured.
Those gentlemen behind him still need to recite classic articles and play ritual music.
But to put it bluntly, this position of holding the country's destiny is a pure tool person.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Nan couldn't refuse any more. He picked up the iron pot piously and led the crowd down the Yanyun Mountain.
All the way, across the capital.
At first, Jiangnan felt good while holding the iron pot.
But in the eyes of countless people who were surprised, stunned, and even couldn't hold back their laughter.
He couldn't help but wonder, did Mr. Qin think that it would be too shameful to show off in the market with a big iron pot, so he threw the fate of the country to him?
On the way, he also passed by Xiuyi Mansion.
Jiang Nan also saw Ke'er, the only one at the door who didn't look funny.
The little maid just looked at her master with some distress.
But this undoubtedly made him even more embarrassed.
Can't wait to find a seam in the ground to get in...
Crossing the streets and alleys, under countless strange eyes, the group finally came to the forbidden area of the clan.
When the ruthless black-armored sergeant opened the heavily sealed iron gate, a strong sense of ominousness rushed over!
At the same time, the group of people surrounded their bodies with a radiant awe-inspiring aura to keep the evil spirits out.
Jiang Nan took a deep breath, holding the iron pot containing the national luck, and stepped into the iron gate.
It was barren.
It is generally the same as what he saw when he came here with his divine sense.
At the same time, Qin Ke's expression became solemn.
He began to sing aloud,
"The sky is far away, the loess is majestic..."
"Mountains and seas are connected to cities, everyone clangs..."
"It's all here, to suppress demons..."
"..."
At the same time, the gentlemen of the academy behind them are also reciting classics and playing clank music!
As a result, the majestic singing and the solemn bell and drum music played together, sweeping across the sky to the top of the clouds, tearing the wind and smashing through the darkness.
Singing all the way, advancing all the way!
Before walking to the towering gray and black building, Wanjun's aura has reached its peak!
So Jiang Nan raised the cauldron in his hand high.
That billowing national fortune surged up mightily like a river in the sky, and suppressed it overwhelmingly!
At the same time, the blue lamp in the sea of consciousness has been silent for a long time, and the turbid lamp oil is also slowly accumulating.
(End of this chapter)
Naturally, the fist in Zhao Wenzhao's mouth.
It's not a group of scholars holding their spindles and smashing them.
But what it means is force, not coincidence.
The power here refers to the luck of the country controlled by the sage.
In the Great Xia Dynasty, the three-pointer is in charge.
The emperor is in charge of the country and the country, and the big embroidered clothes cut off demons and evil spirits. As for the most mysterious saint of Yanyun Mountain, he carries the luck of the country and suppresses the mountains and rivers.
And this so-called "removal of filth" ceremony is for the people in the academy to use the luck of the Great Xia Kingdom to suppress all evil in the forbidden land of the clan.
It's just that during the conversation, Zhao Wenzhao didn't know what was going on in the clan mansion.
He only knew that since the original clan mansion was abolished, every first month, the academy would organize its staff to go to the ceremony of "removing the filth".
So far, it has been more than forty years in a row.
There is never a break.
Time passed slowly, and the carriage drove up to Yanyun Mountain, but did not stop at the academy.
Instead, drive directly towards the land of saints on the top of the mountain.
It is said that in the long years, that mysterious saint never left Yanyun Mountain.
When the sun was setting, the carriage stopped beside a simple thatched cottage.
"Mr. Jiang, please."
Zhao Wenzhao stepped out of the carriage first, pointed to the cottage and said:
"Among them is the place to burn incense and bathe. The teacher and others are also waiting in the hut."
Jiang Nan nodded and stepped into the small cottage.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw from the outside that the thatched cottage was only about three feet in size.
But inside, it is extremely vast.
Needless to say, it must be blessed by the skills of Sumeru.
The furnishings in the hut are also extremely simple.
Dozens of rough futons were placed on the ground, and an oil lamp in the middle gave off a soft light, but it illuminated the entire hut.
And on those futons, there are already figures sitting cross-legged, eyes closed and not speaking.
And in the entire thatched cottage, there is a white mist rising slowly.
Jiangnan's entrance did not cause any disturbance.
Only Qin Ke opened his eyes and said hello.
"Jiangnan, long time no see."
Jiang Nan sat down beside him, and said with a smile, "Master Qin, it's been a long time, so don't come here without any problems."
After I debated with Qin Ke, Master Qin appeared in the moat of the capital that night.
Jiang Nan already knew that Qin Ke was talking about his own words, so he went to find his teacher to match up.
In the end, I don't know if he said that he would throw the person who made the question into the river.
Anyway, he himself was thrown into the river.
After sitting down, the white mist also surrounded Jiangnan's body.
All of a sudden, the feeling of comfort and warmth arises spontaneously.
Jiang Nan looked left and right, but did not find any place to burn incense and bathe.
Seeing his expression, Qin Ke smiled knowingly: "There's no need to look for it. Burning incense and bathing is just a generalization. Sitting here quietly, surrounded by awe-inspiring aura, is the best way to burn incense and bathe."
Jiangnan nodded.
According to Qin Ke's statement, the noble spirit of moistening whiteness was cultivated by a sage, and it has the effect of driving away all evils and avoiding all disasters.
Although the clan's mansion is not a good place, but with the blessing of this awe-inspiring aura, he is not afraid anymore.
Silent all night.
.
The next morning, at five o'clock.
A little book boy carved in powder and jade came out of the sage's hut, set up a big iron pot in the place where Jiangnan and others burned incense and bathed, and cooked a pot of white porridge.
Everyone divides and eats it.
They are ready to go.
The team lined up, with Jiangnan and Qin Ke at the front, and dozens of people behind.
Jiang Nan looked at Qin Ke and asked in confusion, "Master Qin, didn't you say yesterday that we used Guoyun Town to get rid of the pollution? That's how we set off?"
He looked in the direction of the sage's thatched cottage, thinking that he would give him a token or something.
Otherwise, go to the clan mansion to give away the head?
But Qin Ke smiled mysteriously, "It's close to the sky, but far away."
Jiang Nan frowned and looked forward.
The porridge boy just now had already left.
In front of the group of people, there was only an old big iron pot.
"Master Qin, you mean... the Great Xia luck is in this pot?" Jiang Nan murmured.
Qin Ke glanced at him, "Fate is unpredictable, invisible to the eyes, inaudible to the ears, it is not contained in everything."
"But luck belongs to all things, and it can be attached to a pond of clear water, a stubborn stone, or an old tree."
"Why can't it be an iron pot?"
"The teacher is in charge of the country's destiny. Wherever it is said to be, it will be there."
As soon as the words fell, I saw a sudden brilliance rising from the iron pot that was eaten clean by everyone, which was mysterious and mysterious.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River again, I found that the iron pot was already chaotic, and it seemed to be filled with thousands of people, palaces and palaces, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers...
All things come to life.
Jiang Nan: "...Master Qin, in the past, when you went to the dirty, you used this pot to pretend to be the fate of the country?"
"No."
"Last year, I was a bunch of straw people."
"However, this year, Lord Jiang, you have just passed the ceremony of becoming a king, and you are entangled with the fate of the country, so let you be the one who upholds the fate of the country." Qin Ke said.
Jiangnan was stunned.
Those who uphold the destiny of the country, as the name suggests, are the leaders of "removing filth", and undertake the responsibility of upholding the destiny of the nation and suppressing filth.
In the past, this matter should be done by Qin Ke.
As for Jiangnan's trip, he is also very clear about his position.
——An idle pendant fishing in troubled waters, a ruthless bastard playing soy sauce.
After all, he doesn't know anything about poetry, books, rites and music, or classic articles.
It's just to light the green lantern near the clan mansion.
But unexpectedly, Qin Ke let him inherit the fate of a country...
"Master Qin, you must never..." Jiang Nan immediately refused and waved his hands repeatedly.
The latter shook his head, "Don't worry, all you have to do is to bring the fate of the country to the clan mansion, there is no risk."
Hearing this, Jiang Nan was not surprised—he had checked the teams who had gone to Fei over the years earlier, and no one was injured or injured.
Those gentlemen behind him still need to recite classic articles and play ritual music.
But to put it bluntly, this position of holding the country's destiny is a pure tool person.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Nan couldn't refuse any more. He picked up the iron pot piously and led the crowd down the Yanyun Mountain.
All the way, across the capital.
At first, Jiangnan felt good while holding the iron pot.
But in the eyes of countless people who were surprised, stunned, and even couldn't hold back their laughter.
He couldn't help but wonder, did Mr. Qin think that it would be too shameful to show off in the market with a big iron pot, so he threw the fate of the country to him?
On the way, he also passed by Xiuyi Mansion.
Jiang Nan also saw Ke'er, the only one at the door who didn't look funny.
The little maid just looked at her master with some distress.
But this undoubtedly made him even more embarrassed.
Can't wait to find a seam in the ground to get in...
Crossing the streets and alleys, under countless strange eyes, the group finally came to the forbidden area of the clan.
When the ruthless black-armored sergeant opened the heavily sealed iron gate, a strong sense of ominousness rushed over!
At the same time, the group of people surrounded their bodies with a radiant awe-inspiring aura to keep the evil spirits out.
Jiang Nan took a deep breath, holding the iron pot containing the national luck, and stepped into the iron gate.
It was barren.
It is generally the same as what he saw when he came here with his divine sense.
At the same time, Qin Ke's expression became solemn.
He began to sing aloud,
"The sky is far away, the loess is majestic..."
"Mountains and seas are connected to cities, everyone clangs..."
"It's all here, to suppress demons..."
"..."
At the same time, the gentlemen of the academy behind them are also reciting classics and playing clank music!
As a result, the majestic singing and the solemn bell and drum music played together, sweeping across the sky to the top of the clouds, tearing the wind and smashing through the darkness.
Singing all the way, advancing all the way!
Before walking to the towering gray and black building, Wanjun's aura has reached its peak!
So Jiang Nan raised the cauldron in his hand high.
That billowing national fortune surged up mightily like a river in the sky, and suppressed it overwhelmingly!
At the same time, the blue lamp in the sea of consciousness has been silent for a long time, and the turbid lamp oil is also slowly accumulating.
(End of this chapter)