Pieces of golden clouds shone out in the east, and the thick clouds were penetrated from time to time, shining out streaks of light. Finally, a dazzling golden sun slowly rose. At the same time, wisps of purple air escaped, and disappeared in just a few seconds.
On the west mountain, I saw many people from the Yang clan standing in front of the main hall which was eight feet high and more than ten feet long and wide. This was the first time for many people to see the formation. Looking at the light cyan light curtain covering their heads, they felt a feeling in their hearts unconsciously.
A sense of pride, a sense of belonging.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
I saw five young Zhuang people on each side of the ancestral hall, blowing the horns with all their strength. Judging from the blue veins on their foreheads, it was obviously quite strenuous, but they still blew the horns with all their strength.
And many tribesmen suddenly felt a sense of solemnity and solemnity coming over them. One by one, their hearts were photographed. They looked at the golden plaque of the hall - Fengxian Hall, and their hearts were filled with awe and respect, and they no longer dared to look at it casually.
Yang Boqiao raised his hand, stopped the horn sound, and shouted with great energy: "Open the ancestral temple!"
The heavy mahogany door was opened, and Yang Boqiao led the main lineage of his family and each branch into the ancestral temple. In the first row were five people from Yang Boqiao to Yang Hongyuan, representing the five generations of direct lineage.
In the second row are the princes of the other clans and clans, and then there are the direct descendants and some of the clansmen. There are more clansmen who are not qualified to enter the palace and can only worship together outside the palace.
Everyone looked up and saw the memorial tablets of the founders of the Yang family standing in the center, and the tablets of the ancestors of the third and fifth lineages on the left and right on both sides. There were only four tablets in the second row, but they were the four ancestors of the warrior realm. In the front were the two spiritual tablets of Yang Boqiao's father and ancestor.
There is no tablet outside, but a thick genealogy in front of the tablet is under the tablet.
A small three-legged bronze incense burner is placed on the incense table. The white candles on both sides have been lit. Below, there are three animals and six animals, fresh fruits and vegetables, as well as spiritual grains, spiritual grasses, spiritual fish and other spiritual objects.
I saw Yang Boqiao taking out a scroll of books and reading loudly: "
Blessed by heaven, I would like to inform my ancestors:
The ancestor of the Yang family settled in Qingshu;
The family rules are left behind and the descendants are blessed;
The five sons continue and multiply;
Four warriors appeared to increase Yang's prestige;
The younger generation is unworthy and mediocre till now;
Fortunately, Qilin is waiting for its rise;
The whole family holds sacrifices together and respects the ancestors;
May my Yang family prosper and prosper!"
While Yang Boqiao was reciting the sacrificial words, the sound of prayers echoed in the ancestral hall, and gradually spread out of the ancestral hall, and could also be heard by foreigners. The whole atmosphere became more and more solemn. After the last recitation, everyone could not help but join in.
Kneel down and shout while facing the ancestral hall.
“Bless my Yang family to prosper!
May my Yang family prosper!
May my Yang family prosper!"
One sound drowned out the other, one wave was higher than the other, and it lasted for a long time, echoing in the Western Mountains, and the villagers with foreign surnames could not help but be attracted by the sound.
At this time, Yang Hongyuan's face was solemn, and the three talents' spiritual ultimatum in his mind was blooming with brilliance, and orange wisps appeared out of thin air like silk threads, making the three talents' spiritual ultimatum even more powerful.
But in a place where others could not see, Yang Hongyuan watched the spiritual light on the ten spiritual tablets flow, flickering on and off, and there were indeed curls of green smoke rising and gathering on the tablets of the gods.
After Yang Boqiao finished reciting, his own blood was boiling. This time he really confirmed that his grandson was not a human being. He had never heard of such a scene and cumbersome process.
Forcibly suppressing his thoughts, he put the books and silk into the copper furnace and burned them. He made a sacrifice called incense made by his grandson and lit it. After knocking on it three times, he inserted it into the incense burner.
Then he shouted: "Kneel down three times and kowtow nine times, kneel down!"
As he spoke, he led everyone to worship their ancestors, and at the same time, the horn sounded again outside the door.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!" Accompanied by the sound of horns, everyone knelt down to worship their ancestors, pushing the atmosphere of ancestor worship to a climax. At this time, green smoke rose from the tablet of the god, the green smoke rose from the thick genealogy, and the incense burner
The green smoke rising from the sky was ethereal and solid, and a huge blue smoke group gathered in the sky above the ancestral hall.
At this time, all Yang Hongyuan's spiritual consciousness was injected into the Three Talents Spiritual Book. At the moment when everyone bowed their heads, a golden light shot out and headed straight for the green smoke. It was like a thunderbolt ringing in everyone's hearts, but there was a feeling of joy in their hearts, as if they were connected to somewhere.
, making yourself feel extremely comfortable and warm.
Yang Hongyuan, on the other hand, looked pale, but he was full of joy. With the help of the entire Yang family's opportunity to worship their ancestors, the three talents, the ability of human writings, the virtues of the ancestors, and the incense and willpower of the Yang family, he successfully opened up a new world.
The realm of the underworld can be used as a place for the souls of deceased clan members to reside.
At the moment when the Yinming Realm was opened, in an unknown place, a shining fairy mirror suddenly flashed with light, as if it felt something extraordinary, causing everyone nearby to tremble and dare not move lightly.
Fortunately, the Immortal Mirror calmed down as usual, and only an inaudible wave of thought came out: "Yuzhou...Yu County..."
After Yang Boqiao led many Yang clan members to kneel down and worship, he shouted: "The ceremony is completed!"
All the clansmen stood up slowly, but each one looked lifeless, as if they had not yet recovered from the magnificent ancestor worship just now.
No wonder they were like this, even Yang Boqiao and others who knew the entire ancestor worship process in advance were shocked. They were already prepared, but they could only feel the shock by being there.
At this moment, Yang Boqiao once again took out a scroll: "My Yang family has been reproducing in the Yang family for more than six hundred years. From the birth of my ancestor of the Yang family to the year-end calendar of the birth of my Hongyuan, the calendar is 600 BC.
Since the year when my grandson Hongyuan was born, the calendar has been based on the Gregorian calendar. This year is the seventh year of the Gregorian calendar.
Our ancestors were virtuous, which is why our Yang family is so prosperous today. We must not disrespect them. Today, we respect our ancestors. Those who have outstanding civil, political, and military merits will be given a temple title. I, the Yang family, will be given a posthumous title for their merits. Temple titles are not given lightly, and posthumous titles are not easy to choose.
The ancestor of the Yang family, the origin of our Yang family, the fundamental origin is called "Shi", and the temple name is "Shi"
He chose Xishan as his ancestral site and planted a poplar tree to leave his descendants behind.
The ancestral merits of Lingyuan’s appearance in this world will benefit future generations for thousands of years.
The founder of the foundation is called "Yuan", the principle and virtue are called "Yuan", and the posthumous title is "Yuan"!
Collectively known as the ancestor of Yang Yuan!"
The people below were suddenly filled with inexplicable excitement. This...this...is really a beauty that will last forever. Regardless of what happened, they shouted in unison: "Ancestor Yang Yuan! Ancestor Yang Yuan! Ancestor Yang Yuan!"