What is the formal ritual of worshiping heaven and earth? How to set up the altar, how to recite incantations, what kind of music to play, what clothes to wear for those participating in the sacrifice...
Although there are many people in the Yellow Turban Army, few can answer such detailed questions. They all have the same origin. They are the most humble common people in the world. How can they care about such lofty things as rituals and music?
learn?
But now that they have made the Yellow Turban, the soldiers have some understanding of Taoist rituals. Even if they have not seen it with their own eyes, they have heard from others that when Taoist masters cast spells, they need to recite scriptures, and they must be accompanied by music when reciting scriptures.
The sound of chanting is as beautiful as the music.
Now, they heard it.
The singing voice coming from the top of the city was not sung by one person, but it was uniform and not much different from singing by one person. It was just that the sound was amplified a lot, and even the company camp several miles away from the city could hear it clearly.
The singing skills of the singers are very superb. Even if they are all laymen, as long as they hear the clear enunciation, the blending of transitions and transitions, and the clear and resonant voices, no one will think that the achievements of the singers in the city are not as good as those who sing folk songs.
The village girls are of the same standard.
The lyrics are not obscure. In this era, they are quite simple and easy to understand.
However, such straightforward words create an atmosphere that coexists with impassioned passion and tragic desolation, which is heart-stirring and filled with countless emotions.
The melody has gentle ups and downs, bold yet subtle, high-pitched yet deep. Under the melody of bells and drums, a powerful spirit brews in it, surging and surging.
If you listen carefully, you will be introduced to a strange artistic conception, as if you have seen the rushing river with your own eyes, as if you have seen the years passing away with the river, as if you are savoring the sunset with the singer, and you are accustomed to the open-minded state of mind of success or failure.
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Few people here have seen the water of the Yangtze River, but many people are used to seeing the Yellow River, which is also called the Yangtze River. In this silent night, I suddenly heard such a natural sound, and everyone was stunned. There was only singing and music.
The sound echoes quietly, leading people to taste the same or different emotions.
"This is……"
"The Taishan Army is offering sacrifices?"
"Working on it?"
After a long time, someone finally shouted, but the sound sounded like moaning.
"It's a war song, it must be!" After a series of questions, someone finally made a conclusion with an affirmative sentence pattern.
"Wang Pengju is going to use thunder, what should we do?" Panic spread instantly.
We were singing a chorus in the middle of the night, and we were still singing such a charming tune. What kind of rules was that?
Harassment? It's possible, but this method of harassment is much gentler than the previous one.
Previously there were crossbows, horns, and occasionally drums, but those were war drums, and the drummers were still strong men. When it sounded, it was like thunder in autumn, and even the deaf would be startled!
What now? Although the singing is desolate and majestic, the singers are clearly a group of women! Everyone knows a little bit about the anecdotes that the officials raised singers, and they can also guess the identity of the singers.
Wang Pengju suddenly had a kind heart and asked his own singer to come to the city to sing... Is this to entertain the public and prepare for reconciliation, or is it harassment? If this is harassment, then let the harassment be more intense!
Similarly, Wang Pengju, who is famous all over the world, does not need to run to the city in the middle of the night and let the singer sing to show his calmness. The tit-for-tat confrontation along the way is enough to show his hostility and fearlessness. If he didn't have a plan in mind, he would use Qingqi
Is harassment such a shameless tactic?
Therefore, this can only be a ritual before casting a spell!
The reason why he chose it at night was because he didn't want irrelevant people to see it.
When the Little Heavenly Master cursed to kill Jiao Heshi, he also chose a secluded and unknown place to prevent others from disturbing him, leaking information, or stealing secrets. Since Wang Pengju was also a person in this way, he was no exception.
Now, under the cover of night, he is going to cast a spell to defeat the enemy!
Thinking of the terrifying thunder method in the legend, the Yellow Turban soldiers all trembled. Many of them had collapsed on the ground and looked up at the sky. Their eyes were full of despair, as if they could see through the thick and dense clouds that something was brewing and taking shape.
Like thunder and thunder.
"What are you shouting for?" Among the mourners, Yang Chao's shouting voice was particularly loud, "Just a few women singing songs scared you like this. If Wang Pengju really led his troops to kill you, could you
Can I kneel down and beg for mercy?"
"Yang, General Yang, that's different, this is a thunder method!" Zhang Mu said in a trembling voice.
Because of Jiao He, Linzi people have special respect for ghosts and gods. As a Linzi person and a member of the Yellow Turban, he became the most frightened person at this moment.
"What are you afraid of?" Yang Chao was actually a little confused, otherwise he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to leave the village wall just now. He had also heard rumors that Wang Yu's thunder method was specially designed to destroy civil structures.
The farther away you are, the less dangerous it is.
But at this time, he couldn't help but hold on.
This area is under his jurisdiction. If he runs away, the soldiers stationed on the wall may collapse, exposing holes in the defense. Who knows if Wang Yu is bluffing, hoping to create chaos and take the opportunity to steal the camp?
If this is the case, the army may be fine afterwards, but he, the new captain who neglected his duty, will definitely end up not much better. According to the level of attention that Commander Zhang Rao paid to this battle, being cut to pieces by a thousand swords is not a serious matter. Lighting a sky lantern
Not surprising either.
Thinking of this, his courage regained some, and he shouted loudly: "Whether it's magic or not, don't be afraid, we have a little heavenly master! This song is only half-sung, and it seems that it won't be finished in a while.
You guys just stare here, and I will report it to General Sima right now, and ask him to inform the commander-in-chief and ask the little heavenly master to take action to subdue the demon!"
Seeing that there was still fear on everyone's faces, he changed his encouragement method, pointed at Fenggao City, jumped on his feet and said: "It's a credit to the defense. Did you see that there are at least thirty or fifty singers in the city?
You will know how beautiful you are when you hear this noise! I will go back to the commander-in-chief of the Ming Dynasty and ask the commander-in-chief to reward one so that those who have made meritorious deeds tonight can have fun together. How about that?"
The veterans were not as afraid as the recruits. When they heard this, they began to feel itchy in their hearts. Someone asked: "How about a good relationship? General Yang, can you keep your word?"
Yang Chao felt a sudden shock in his heart, but he was tough on his words. He held his neck and shouted: "Why doesn't it count? I am a school captain after all, and he has a team of people under his command! I have made a contribution tonight. There are so many women in the city, why can't I count?"
Did you catch one?"
With double encouragement, the position was finally stabilized.
Yang Chao did not dare to stay longer, so he hurriedly got off the wall and ran towards the depths of the company camp. Because he was walking in such a hurry, he did not notice the people who had made the same choice as him on the wall that stretched for more than ten miles.
Not a few. Of course, even if he notices it, he won't change his mind.
…
"What? Wang Pengju wants to use thunder to attack the camp? Is it true or false?" Sima Ju was woken up in a daze and was startled.
In the past, anyone who dared to disturb the sleeping leader of his family would have to be chopped into pieces and fed to wild dogs. But now the army is at the gate of Fenggao City. Facing Wang Pengju, who is vaguely known as the first general of the Han Dynasty, how could he dare?
Take it lightly?
If there is an urgent military situation, he immediately informs him of his order, which was given by him personally. But he never expected that the first thing he received would be such news.
"Master, you will know when you go outside the tent and listen. It is far away here, so you may not hear it clearly, but... Master, please wait a little, put on your cloak and go out." Yang Chao was busy while he was busy.
Explaining, while busy waiting for Sima Ju to go out, he was very busy.
Putting on his big cloak, Sima Ju walked out of the tent and looked up at the sky. The sky was dark and he couldn't see anything. Only the north wind whistled in his ears. He shivered and then listened to the sound in the wind.
"...a pot of wine brings joy to each other, and many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed and talked about..." The singing voice is faint and slightly blurry, but the tune and lyrics can still be distinguished.
"Master?" Seeing that he didn't say anything for a long time, Yang Chao boldly reminded him.
"This spirit... does seem like a war song." Sima Ju pondered again and again, then hesitated: "But even if it is true, it doesn't necessarily mean casting a spell, right?"
"The general is just as you think, but the people below are..." After being the leader for so long, Yang Chao has learned a lot about the methods of deceiving superiors and concealing subordinates in the officialdom. Of course, he will not say that he
timid.
Pushing away responsibilities and embracing benefits are the benefits that power brings, so why not use them?
"Let me think about it..." Sima Ju hesitated.
Regardless of whether it was a false alarm or not, he was very willing to take the opportunity to find Zhang Rao and then meet the Little Heavenly Master. However, based on this current sign, the reason did not seem to be sufficient. In addition to singing, chanting sutras, and performing rituals, he had to
Is there something else?
"Master, look quickly!"
While hesitating, something unexpected happened again. At the reminder of Yang Chao's exclamation, Sima Ju suddenly raised his head and saw a ray of fire rising into the sky from the top of Fenggao City.
In an instant, the bright firelight illuminated the dark night, and then disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a ray of bright color that lingered.
"Rocket? Instead of shooting into our camp, what do you mean by shooting into the sky? And what's the point of being destroyed before it falls?" After so many years of fighting, Sima Ju still has some knowledge.
"Master, look, he's here again!"
As the song progressed to the second verse, firelights flew up from the top of Fenggao City one after another. Some of them disappeared silently like the first one, while others would bloom into a cloud of sparks before disappearing.
"Call Xiaowu and the others, let's go see the Little Heavenly Master!" Sima Ju was a little confused and doubtful, but finally he made up his mind.
"Here!"
…
When he arrived at the Chinese Army, Sima Ju found that he had arrived too late. At present, both inside and outside the Chinese Army's tent were crowded with people.
Inside were the leaders of various families, and outside were personal guards. With their arrival, the entire company and battalion were alarmed.
Without the military order, the ordinary soldiers did not dare to light a fire or go out of the tent, but they all opened the tent door and peeked out. From time to time, the north wind sent the whispers of the soldiers into the military tent, and a burst of discussion would be heard in the tent.
"Why are you arguing? Then Wang Pengju is obviously making a fool of himself. This is harassment in disguise. You guys don't even know you have fallen into the trap!" Zhang Rao was furious.
After arriving at Fenggao City, the army had rested for a day and a half. As long as nothing happened tonight, they could start further operations tomorrow. As a result, these idiots didn't know what they were thinking. The other party sent a few women to sing and set off a few rockets.
, so he came to me hysterically.
"Don't say that Wang Pengju doesn't have magic. Even if he does, he is protected by the Little Heavenly Master. What are you afraid of? Go back quickly and don't let Taishan soldiers take the opportunity to attack the camp!"
What Zhang Rao said makes sense, but there are many things in the world that cannot be explained by reasoning. The leaders looked at each other and said yes, but they did not move at all. Firstly, it was out of panic, and secondly, they really wanted to
I took the opportunity to meet the Little Heavenly Master himself.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Zhang Rao became even more angry. Just when he was about to get angry, he suddenly heard a deafening noise outside the tent, which was obviously made by the sergeants and soldiers on duty outside the tent.
He shouted in his heart that it was not good, and all the leaders also had horrified expressions on their faces and hurriedly ran out of the Chinese military tent.
Sima Ju arrived late and was located on the outermost edge, so he came out the fastest. He was the first to see the shocking changes outside. This scene made him tremble all over and was horrified.
"Huang Tian is above, Wang Pengju's magic, his magic, really..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to register as a member of Piaotian Literature to recommend this work. Your support is my biggest