There is obviously no Confucianism here, but there is a ancestral temple system, which is also interesting.

However, as a poor student, Bai Jingyuan didn't know this at all. He only knew that the floating bridge on Lingchuan was very interesting. He looked at the lights of thousands of houses in the Phoenix Platform across a river, which was very warm.

Jili is not solely the exclusive privilege of the nobles of this era, but rather an effective set of formal norms.

Most of the envoys from all countries, families in the city, ministers in the court, and Bai Jingyuan did not recognize them. He thought that in a hurry, the ceremony of succession would be very chaotic, but he didn't expect that everyone seemed to have known what to do.

After coming out of the Chu Palace, who has the car in front and who has the car behind, who can use a four-horse horse to pull a cart, who can only use a double horse, a single horse, or even a cow to pull a cart. Even if the carriage style is in the style, there are strict regulations on the discipline.

How could chaos happen in this case?

When they arrived at Songshan and arrived at the Mi Clan Temple, after everyone got off the bus, even if they were not familiar with each other, they could judge their superiority through accessories and clothing. Who could follow Gongzi and Shuyu and others, and who could only stay at the entrance to wait. In this era of strict class, they decided as early as when they were born.

The Ji Li stipulated that the emperor had seven temples and five temples of the princes, but the countries had long refused to abide by this and began to compete with Emperor Ji and turned the ancestral temple into seven temples.

The seven temples worship seven generations of ancestors, the Taimiao is in the center, the three Zhaoshu on the left and three Mu on the right.

From the bottom of the mountain, there is a gentle hillside. Because of the bluestone slabs, although it is already dark, you can still walk steadily under the torch.

When I came to the square among the Seven Temples, there were not many people following me.

Gong Shuyu followed him all the time. When he was at a place where his servant could not reach, he took the bird cage and held it in his hand.

The atmosphere at the scene was very solemn. When they saw them coming, the musicians immediately played elegant music that suited the situation.

On the dark mountain, the cool wind blew through the tombs of the Mi ancestors. Bai Jingyuan was actually quite afraid. After all, he was a Western-Capital product and could even travel through time. Maybe these ancestors became souls and could not circulate here?

Hiss ~

The more I think about it, the more I become, the more I fear it!

Da Zongbo, who was white bearded and had a foot-length foot, kept bent over and leading the way. It was too dark and there were too many wrinkles, making people unable to see his expression clearly because he walked slowly, so Bai Jingyuan could only walk slowly.

I don’t know if the bird felt a feeling of eating soft rice all the way. After eating all the wheat grains in the bird cage, it screamed fiercely again. When Bai Jingyuan threw it in, it didn’t say anything. If it were the uncle fish and the others fed it, it would be furious. It would be like flying out to scratch his face if it wasn’t for the bird cage! Everyone was amazed!

Bai Jingyuan also found it very strange. He was nothing special. Compared to those who offered it, he could say that he was fed it as a chicken. Why did it recognize him?

The bird has a bad mind and he doesn't care about it. After coming here, he saw the great witch who had been waiting here for a long time. When he remembered the winter hunting sacrifice, what he thought most about now was whether he would use living people as sacrifices tonight?

"Uncle, will you use a living person to sacrifice tonight?"

Shuyu had heard of the winter hunting that year. When he heard this, he couldn't help but smile and pointed to the bird in the cage: "I don't need it tonight."

How can a lowly slave compare to a divine bird?

Giving the divine bird to our ancestors is the best sacrifice.

As a son of Mi, if you can find a sacred bird for your ancestors as a sacrifice, you must be a lucky person!

Shuyu looked at him lovingly, looking at the lights in the Taimiao, full of longing.

Bai Jingyuan frowned, thought about the "Golden Rooster" he had eaten, looked at the bean eyes of the birds in the cage, and thought that its life could be worthy of human life, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is the fact that my race is not about to have different minds! Although you did nothing, who made you unlucky?

When Bai Jingyuan thought of this, he turned around coldly and did not look at the bird again.

Da Zongbo accompanied Bai Jingyuan into the Taimiao with his elders, witches, and several ministers who were quite old at first sight. A witch servant stood by the wall with a lamp, illuminating the hall.

Next, under the leadership of Da Zongbo, he offered a Tailao composed of cattle, sheep and pigs, and the witch began to dance a prayer dance.

The musician didn't know where he was hiding, and only heard the sounds, but no one was seen.

The palace used the best lamp oil, and almost no smell of oil smoke. Bai Jingyuan followed the rules and bowed to his ancestors, bowed to heaven and earth, and read the sacrifice of the two fishermen and woodcutters catching their knives, telling his ancestors and heaven and earth that the Chu State would hand it over to him next.

The ceremony was complicated and solemn, and Bai Jingyuan did it in a straightforward manner. Except for his hungry stomach, everything else was fine.

Finally, the witch finished jumping and signaled to put the bird cage in front of him.

Seeing that he took out a bright blood-colored jade bowl from his sleeve and untied a copper slap from his belt, he was about to reach out to grab the red-bellied pheasant. Bai Jingyuan held his breath and stared at the other side.

He has experienced similar sacrifices. The witch probably wants to take its blood as a direct medium for him and the ancestors of heaven and earth. At that time, he may have to make pictures on his forehead and draw a circle on the ground to let him stand in?

Since the winter hunt that year, he has learned a lot about sacrificial matters, and later found that changing soups and not medicines, the routines of various sacrificial sacrifices seem to be similar.

It would be much better for him to be able to replace human blood with the blood of a bird.

But as soon as Wu opened the bird cage, the red-bellied pheasant who had eaten, pecked off the copper peel from his hand with his mouth, flapped his wings and flew out of the gate of the Taimiao.

In the important area of ​​the ancestral temple, you cannot bring weapons in, not to mention that even if there are bows and arrows here, no one dares to rashly shoot the dead bird!

The only one who can kill the sacred bird is the witch.

In the eyes of the world, only the touch of the witch will not defile the divine bird, and only the witch can send the divine bird to reunite with the ancestors of the Mi family!

Didn’t it mean that once you were caught by a mortal, you would commit suicide by going on a hunger strike? Why was this sacred bird so energetic? The witch was stunned and didn’t know what to do for a moment.

After all, he has lived to be over fifty and has never seen a magic bird. This is the first time!

At the critical moment, Bai Jingyuan did not lose his chains and immediately knelt on the cushion and kowtowed to the tablets of the ancestors: "The ancestors are kind! I know the happy events today, and I can't bear to see blood! Bai Ding should follow the teachings of his ancestors and become a wise and kind king! To comfort the spirit of the ancestors in heaven!"

After receiving the prompt, everyone immediately agreed to kneel down and praised the kindness of the ancestors of the Mi family.

Bai Jingyuan couldn't understand why he had to come to the Mi family's ancestral temple for a good succession ceremony. After the ceremony, he changed into the clothes belonging to the King of Chu, took the jade seal of the Mi family, and cut the cooked cattle, sheep and pigs into pieces and ate them, even if the ceremony was completed.

The imperial seal was to be collected. It was just handed over by Shuyu, so he wanted to hand it back to Shuyu.

This jade seal must be used for major matters, and he cannot use it even if he holds it, because he doesn't even count on what he says about major matters.

However, the jade seal that the queen made for him that represents his identity is still in Ren Yi now, and I don’t know when I can use it for him?

He did not forget about promising the slaughter of the slaughter.

Thinking of this, thinking of today's sacrifice, even foreign envoys can come, and the Queen has worked hard to prepare for it but cannot participate. Bai Jingyuan couldn't help but sigh!

He was a little confused about what this woman was thinking. He worked hard for others but could not get the status he deserved. What was he trying to do?

Is it because most people can’t touch these tasks? From another perspective, is power also a shackle?

As soon as he put on this outfit, he felt that the responsibility was heavier~~

Bai Jingyuan smiled.
Chapter completed!