The three wizards in the first row took their seats, indicating that the opening ceremony of the school hunting party had officially begun.
The changing white clouds in the blue sky disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye with a gust of wind.
In the center of the hunting ground, the originally rolling and turbulent fog gradually calmed down. Whether it was the dormant horned dragon or the re-hatched fish, they disappeared silently into the depths of the thick fog and disappeared.
Although there were still occasional whispers in the surrounding auditorium, they were quickly infected by the increasingly solemn atmosphere in the venue and slowly fell silent.
Only the flags fluttering in the wind on the dozens of pillars at the end of the hunting ground are still making the sound of hunting.
Jiuyou College is the host college of this year’s school hunting party.
Therefore, as the dean of the college, Professor Yao naturally assumed the important task of hosting the opening ceremony.
"The robe Lao Yao is wearing today is too bright." Zheng Qing muttered, turning the telescope in his hand further.
In the lens, there is a waxy yellow face with a serious expression.
Lao Yao did not wear his usual black robe today, but a large, gorgeous red ceremonial robe. The surface of the robe was covered with talismans drawn out by gold and silver threads; there were some talismans on the collar and cuffs.
Shining jade buckles; the corners of the robe are trimmed with black lines, giving people a gorgeous but not impetuous, conspicuous but solemn feeling.
"That's the robe of the dean of Jiuyou College," Xiao Xiao's small voice sounded next to him: "If you look through the school's previous festivals in the library, you can recognize this suit..."
"Dajiao?" Zheng Qing grabbed the brass telescope in his hand and felt a little ridiculous in his heart.
Jiao is a sacrifice.
Dajiao, as the name suggests, is a grand sacrificial ceremony.
This was originally a ceremonial term used by Taoist priests to pray for blessings and celebrations, but it was used solemnly by wizards in a wizarding university at the 'school sports meeting', which always gave people a magical feeling.
No matter how much the young public-sponsored student complained in his heart, the ceremony on the podium was always carried out in an orderly manner.
It's just that this is a wizarding university after all.
Professor Yao did not build an altar to offer sacrifices, recite sutras, pray and repent like Taoist priests, nor did he fight on foot or perform hand kneading or chanting mantras.
He purified his hands in a small golden copper basin, wiped them with a white towel, then weighed three sticks of incense and bowed three times to the sky.
The three slender incense sticks seemed to be thrown into the fire, and they burned into a pile of fine ashes after he prayed three times.
The professor did not collect the fine dust.
Instead, let them drift away with the wind and disappear in the huge hunting ground.
"Who did he worship?" Zheng Qing raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Xiao Xiao: "I never knew that wizards need to burn incense to worship..."
"There are many things you don't know...and none of them make sense." The doctor set up his telescope, held a notebook in one hand, and quickly took notes. At the same time, he put one eye on the telescope and observed carefully.
There was movement on the rostrum, and at the same time, he was distracted chatting with Zheng Qing.
This greatly impressed the young public-funded students.
"So, what is he worshiping?" Zheng Qing asked persistently.
"Maybe it's heaven and earth, maybe it's nature, maybe it's just history... Many people have discussed this issue, but the official has never given a clear answer. If you become the dean of Jiuyou College, you can tell the truth to
Me." Xiao Xiao shrugged and answered vaguely. At the same time, his hand was writing like flying, without stopping for a moment.
Zheng Qing turned his head in disappointment and put his eyes into the telescope again.
On the ceremony stage.
Professor Yao didn't know when he held a thick Dharma book in his hand.
The wooden cover, thick pages, and the five-color gemstones engraved on the spine and cover shine in the sun. Even from a long distance, Zheng Qing can clearly see the seven-color gems tumbling out during the flipping of the Dharma book.
Light.
"Mist grass..." Zheng Qing murmured, seeming to feel something, and stared at the book holder intently.
The professor held the Dharma book in his left hand and stood on the ceremonial stage.
The expression is serious and the demeanor is dignified.
Those small, arrogant eyes were glaring, looking around, easily attracting the attention of everyone on the hunting ground.
Then he gently raised his right hand and pressed it emptyly on the Dharma book.
Zheng Qing suddenly felt that his heart and lungs seemed to be suppressed by some mysterious force, shrinking into a ball, giving him a feeling of suffocation.
This is not his feeling alone.
As Professor Yao raised his hand and pressed down, the entire hunting ground was suddenly shrouded in aura of energy, and the originally agitated atmosphere completely fell silent.
Fatty Xin and Zhang Jixin, who were snoring on the chairs next to them, seemed to have been stimulated by something. They sat up in excitement, opened their confused eyes, and looked around blankly.
Not far away, Li Meng, who was very sensitive, had already hidden his head in Jiang Yu's arms, trembling uncontrollably.
Professor Yao opened the first page of the Dharma book.
"Hunting Ci!"
Gentle voices echoed over the hunting grounds.
The sound was not loud and was not transmitted through the morning glory, but it was easily heard by everyone clearly.
Although Zheng Qing had never heard of these two words, he easily understood the meaning and meaning of these two words in the echo that resounded throughout the audience - they were the prayers and sacrificial songs before the hunting party.
The originally thick fog in the center of the hunting ground seemed to be stimulated by something for a moment, and began to roll and turbulent crazily. It suddenly gathered together, and then spread out again, like a convulsion.
The young public-sponsored student did not pay attention to the behavior of these 'living creatures' when they were convulsing with mist.
His attention was involuntarily attracted by the scene under the mist.
Just like the Kun fish before turning into a roc not long ago disrupted the order in the thick fog, during this turbulence of the fog, the scene originally hidden under the fog reappeared in front of everyone's eyes.
The endless desert and the violent storm;
The vast lake stretches as far as the eye can see, and there are rotting logs floating on the surface of the lake;
Swarms of insects, densely packed and covering the sky;
There is also a lush green grassland with flowers in bloom and thousands of trees competing for spring.
Various contradictory scenes loomed in the thick fog like a revolving lantern. One second it was a sky full of yellow sand and a desolate Gobi; the next moment it was green lawns and lush woodland; and in the blink of an eye, it became an endless swampy water town.
The young public-funded student clutched the telescope tightly and stared at the scene under the fog without blinking.
If it weren't for the shocked sounds and gasps around him, he would have thought he was seeing a mirage.
"Be careful...it feels like you're about to pop your eyeball." Xiao Xiao tugged on Zheng Qing's telescope and reminded him kindly.
"This... is it true?!" Zheng Qing turned his eyes away with difficulty, his voice a little hoarse.
"True or false, you will know soon." Xiao Xiao pointed to the rostrum: "Old Yao hasn't read his speech yet... Don't miss the highlight."
Zheng Qing immediately turned the telescope back to the professor.
Soon, he discovered that this move was completely unnecessary.
Professor Yao pressed the Dharma book, and a clear voice echoed in everyone’s ears:
"The earth turns against its home!"
"Water returns to its own heir!"
"No insects!"
"The grass and trees return to their roots!"
The strong wind suddenly rose and rushed down from all directions, tearing at the thick fog.
The mist rolled and spread in all directions, revealing a distant, small, yet extremely vast world.
This article's "Hunting Ci" is borrowed from the "Wax (wax) Ci" in the "Book of Rites"... I usually don't explain it when using it, but today, Cricket shamelessly copied it and even changed it.
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