Da Zaojun

Chapter 93: Eighth-Rank Fire Residence Cooking Rituals
The sacrifice begins at dusk because the fire is particularly precious in the dark.

Therefore, early in the morning, the county government office was beating gongs and drums, and a parade was being held to announce the event.

The altar is also very simple, it is the original altar, all you need to do is pull out the weeds and clean up the dog poop.

The most important thing is to distribute food, really distribute it. As long as it is not the blood rice produced in the secret realm, all other rations should be distributed. Each person can receive three liters of food.

This matter was not concealed, so the City God Temple also learned of this news. The City God Temple priest said carefully: "County Master, they don't offer sacrifices to you, but instead offer sacrifices to the Kitchen God. Isn't this going far away and seeking something near?"

"Yes," the City God sighed. "In this city, my consciousness has been constantly observing these people since my birth. Their mercenary nature, ignorance, intrigue, and greed... especially after the demonic chaos, all the problems exposed have become even more real."

"But even with these small people, I cannot do without their offerings. Every day, I have to accept a large number of meaningless thoughts and petitions, while dreaming of pie in the sky."

"When I was an official, I was always mortal and couldn't see clearly. Now that I am the City God, I have the power to judge the underworld. I can see the merits and demerits of life, and now I know that karma is true."

"For all living beings, love is suffering, and fate is sin."

"I am so lost and confused, it is hard to escape from the sea of ​​suffering in this world!"

"In these times of demonic chaos, only I, the God, can save them from suffering, yet they don't believe and are wary of suppression. It's truly disheartening."

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"Then how about we also have a parade? A City God tour?"

The City God had a puzzled look on his face, but he shook his head. "That's unnecessary. The Luohu Python and the Tiger Demon have collaborated to block the earth and water veins. The entire city is just a meal."

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Song Wuji wore a Nuo mask and performed the Nuo dance.

Nuo dance is originally a sacrificial dance. If there is any record of it, it can be found in the Zhou Dynasty, where it was called the Eight-Legged Dance. It was a ritual music and dance troupe that only the Zhou emperor and a few princes had.

Of course, nowadays, stringed and bamboo music has also flowed into the homes of ordinary people. People can still invite a folk music band to perform at weddings and funerals, but it is only for the common people.

Therefore, it was Lu Han who came up with the idea. The sacrificial music played was not the proper music for worshiping the Kitchen God, but the music for worshiping the God of Fire and the God of Summer.

This is already an act of usurpation, but there is really no other way, and we want to make it more grand.

The sacrificial rituals consist of Shaolao, Tailao and three other animals, which are not in line with the county system and are a formal usurpation of power. As for rituals and music, they are not professional at all, the people are not up to par, and the music is just for festivity.

The sacrifice was not actually grand, and could even be said to be hasty.

Even among the people who came to participate in the sacrifice, except for a few who truly believed in the Kitchen God and had already asked for fire to offer sacrifices to him, most of the others were victims of the disaster.

The victims did not have their own houses, and there was no fire to bring back from the Kitchen God Festival. The only thing that was real was the food.

The people who have homes in the city are also afraid that their stored food will run out. If they don’t take the food, wouldn’t they be bastards?
But no matter what, when talking about this matter, they all praised: "It seems that the county magistrate is a good county magistrate. He knows that we ordinary people have a hard time and distributes food to us."

Some expressed concern: "Why are grains being distributed all of a sudden? Moreover, the City God Temple is so popular. When the evil spirits attacked the city, it was the City God who saved us. Why doesn't the government offer sacrifices to the City God instead of the Kitchen God?"

"The Kitchen God is more effective." Another said, "Ever since offering sacrifices to the City God, all my family's wealth has been drained. They said that demons were about to attack the city and only the City God could save us. Money or lives... Well, of course, our lives will be saved!"

"But after so long, the demons haven't invaded. The City God Temple has become more prosperous. The incense they burn is thicker than my arm. The temple keeper and the City God Temple attendants have become much bigger and stronger."

"Are you still hoping that demons will invade? Perhaps it's only because we donate money and burn incense that the City God can bless us with peace!"

During a sacrifice, there are more people watching the fun than those worrying about it.

However, every family that received rice was given a piece of firewood to start a fire in Song Wuji's new kitchen.

There are also people like the Kitchen God walking around, holding torches in their hands, with solemn expressions. They have already memorized the Kitchen God's Precious Edict, and reciting it around the stove at this time adds a sense of sacredness.

Song Wuji, who is just a "god" but works as a wizard and dances Nuo dance, cannot truly become a god and enjoy this noisy sacrifice.

Only the remaining remains of the Kitchen God continue to shine, gathering the fire and hope belonging to everyone.

For a moment, Song Wuji even felt that he was not the Kitchen God, but a Zoroastrian saint.

The county magistrate threw the silk book he had written in advance into the fire, and it rang out: "The wood flint carries the sun, and the golden quail spews flames. Change the fire according to the time, and the tripod and the cauldron will burn to offer sacrifices to the kitchen god and pass on the firewood, so that the people can cook food. Now follow the time to offer sacrifices, and I will accept your approval!"

Well, actually, the county magistrate's offering to the Kitchen God was also a tribute to the ancient Sui people. The Sui people tamed fire and taught humans how to use it. Fire can drive away evil spirits, bring light at night, prepare cooked food, kill parasites and bacteria, and bring health to people...

The beginning of civilization.

In fact, there has been no consensus on who the Kitchen God is, but as for who the God of Fire is, compared with the Sui people, Zhurong has to take a back seat.

But no matter who you are offering sacrifices to, whether it is offering sacrifices to the kitchen god or to fire, it is all civilization, and what you are offering sacrifices to is the passing on of the torch.

At least at this moment, Song Wuji is the man closest to the torch.

The ritual of the Fire Lord in charge of the stove burst out, and when the firewood from thousands of families gathered, the gathering of firewood was complete. Only the fire needed to be passed on.

Passing on the stove fire truly and tangibly, it was like the Cat Catcher gained the power of the stove fire and became the ninth-grade stove cat wax tiger.

[Suiren drilled wood. The torch was passed down from generation to generation. Fire virtue and destiny +1]

Song Wuji only felt that the power of the flame was sublimating himself. The three treasures of essence, energy and spirit were lingering in the food-related atmosphere of thousands of stoves. The stove fire in his body and his own yang fire merged, which seemed to be an evolution of life.

The Nuo mask became arrogant and instantly turned red, and then Song Wuji's whole body was also on fire.

The luck above the county magistrate's head continued to flow and entered Song Wuji's body. The same was true for all the people participating in the sacrifice. A mysterious power was absorbed from their bodies.

But then, a warmer force fed back.

Warm, sunny, and gentle.

It’s like the April sunshine shining on your face, and the vibrant vitality of all things is clearly before your eyes.

Lu Han observed the situation and saw that the flames came from Song Wuji's body and from the kitchen that Song Wuji had built himself in the Kitchen Office, and converged into the shoulders and heads of all the people who participated in the fire sacrifice.

That is the place where the three fires in the human body are said to be, representing the essence, energy and spirit, as well as fortune, wealth and longevity, the legendary three yang fires.

This flame turned everyone into firewood, which seemed to be burning, but also brighter.

Now that everyone is like a fire figure and the entire Taichang City, which is filled with darkness and is doomed to death, actually has a hint of light breaking through.

Song Wuji's three treasures of essence, energy and spirit grew rapidly when they were nourished by thousands of people, and even grew to about ten at one point. But after the fusion, they fell wildly after being returned, and returned to their previous level, or even lower.

This is the ritual of passing on the fire and collecting firewood.

There's a strange feeling of being passed down from generation to generation.

Song Wuji even sensed that the fate of everyone in the city was closely related to his own. If their fire was strong, his fire would be strong too, and if their fire was weak, his fire would also be weak.

Even Chen Xiu, Lu Han, and even the county magistrate Tian Chengbi personally performed the sacrifices.

(End of this chapter)