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In less than a cup of tea, a sprinkling and concise text was written by Zhou Bai.

Ji Hongzhe has been an official for many years, and he is still from the same jinshi, but he has never seen this kind of thing, which is simply shocking.

“There must have been research before, but he is only fifteen, that is, there is an omission in the content of the sacrificial text.” While looking for a reasonable explanation in his heart, Ji Hongzhe picked up the manuscript that Zhou Bai had just written and read it.

“Sage nephew, the god sacrifice text is not so easy to write, it is definitely not good if it does not have enough background, I also tried it at the beginning…”

Looking at it, the admonition and persuasion words in Ji Hongzhe’s mouth stopped, he seemed to be caught in the emotions described by the sacrifice, his face changed from time to time, and his hands were a little unstable.

Finally, Zhou Bai’s sacrifice to the city god prayed for rain, and the sacrifice text that successfully suppressed those famous places was selected by Ji Hongzhe.

This is not favoritism, but the content of the sacrifice really moved him, and it can be used for tomorrow’s rain festival.

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The next day, the county town of Pingcang became lively early in the morning, and even the sleepy children were awakened by their parents, one by one, wearing new clothes that they were usually reluctant to wear, and merged into the flow of people on the street.

The flow of people is surging in one direction, where is the City God Temple, located in the center of the city, not far from the official office.

Everyone’s face is reverent and solemn, and the incense incense in their hands or the new clothes they have changed into are all ways for these simple people to show their respect.

Because Pingcang County has not rained for more than a month, the earth has dried up and the paddy fields have dried up.

Even from the beginning of this foothold, the county has built perfect water storage facilities, there are many ponds dug in various townships and li, and wells can be drilled everywhere, but without rain, it is still difficult for hundreds of thousands of people to grow into harvest.

So whether the City God can hear their prayers and drop the nectar today is very important to everyone. The city of Pingcang

County is closely involved with this place, and even the origin of Pingcang has a lot to do with it.

Because he was a general in Kaijiang, his main merit before his death was the Kaibian of Bei’an County.

In recognition of his achievements, after his death, Emperor Gaozong of Daxu named him the City God of Pingcang County with the fortune of the dynasty, protecting the life of a county and guarding the border of the country. The status of this kind of city god is

of course extremely high in Pingcang County, and the city god temple built for him by the government is also in the middle of the city, covering a wide area, and the daily incense will not be crowded at all.

Of course, today is different, those who can enter the front row of the temple square are famous people, talents, wealthy businessmen, in short, people with luck.

In addition, only a small number of people who came early were able to occupy the back row in the square, and most of them had to stand in the streets outside the City God Temple.

On the square, dozens of sacrificial tables were placed in front of the main hall of the temple.

The City God Temple Temple Zhu stood on the top step as the master of ceremonies, and the county commander Ji Hongze, Shi Yu and the other three stood below the sacrificial table as the main priests.

On both sides of the stairs stood a number of servant deacons from the original City God Temple, who would guide the ceremony. The county lord, the

chief bookkeeper, and the edict, as well as several county magnates, and representatives of many township tribes stood at the front of the square as companions, in the place closest to the incense burner god.

As for Zhou Bai, he was next to the three main priests, and he didn’t have to do anything else but recite the sacrifice text he had written.

It turned out that Ji Hongze was worried that he would not be able to read the true feelings in the sacrifice text, so that the sacrifice effect could not be maximized, so he simply let Zhou Bai read it himself.

On the sacrificial table, whole pigs and sheep with red flowers on their mouths, fancakes stacked in the shape of towers, five animal wine ceremonies, fruits and vegetables, cooked rice, ingots, treasures, etc., the sacrifices were extremely rich, and it can be said that Yamen put care and energy into this rain.

When everything was ready, the emcee glanced at the solemn crowd and began to sing, and the drums and trumpets sounded at the same time. “Kneel, kowtow, kowtow

again, three kowtows, xing, kneel!” The chief priest knelt down, and from the square to the people waiting outside, Wuyang pious knelt down religiously.

Then the deacon passes incense, first incense, then incense, and three incense.

Offerings, knighthoods, sacrificial wine… Sacrifice five animals and food.

The Fang Yuan incense burner burned with a strong aroma, and suddenly a fresh breeze came, and the thick white aroma covered all the sacrificial tables.

“The reader is in place, read the prayer!” Finally, in the emcee’s agitated voice, Zhou Bai understood himself.

“But on April 20, the forty-sixth year of Xiangxing, Zhou Bai, a county man, fasted and bathed in the honor of cleansing, and offered sacrifices to the god of the county city: Wuhu! God and man, each has something to be cured, and he who should do righteousness…

If God knows, he calls on heaven, asks for the people’s life, feels the benevolence of heaven and earth, breathes through the mountains and ze, and is full of water, and the ditch is full of mud, comforting the people’s hope, and also showing the spirit of God. Spirit! Three days without rain will be five days, and five days without rain will be seven days. If it is not, hope for three days, and five days, and seven days, and the disaster will be cool…

Gu Panchenghuang mourns the people of Pingcang, Shang Feng!

Zhou Bai’s voice was crisp and loud, and as the wind drifted farther and farther, he poured out all the emotions contained in the sacrifice.

The truth of the coexistence of gods and men, the difficulty of our mortals lacking rain, you are the hope of all, and the good and evil deeds are all between the thoughts of your city god.

Of course, the most important thing is that everyone sincerely prays for rain, one knocks and two knees, and no one is dishonest at this time.

Including Zhou Bai himself, he also wants to rain, there is no rain, what is his Zhou family doing in the open land, bud rice, sweet potatoes, etc. must have no shortage of water.

At the same time, he also remembered the difficulties of the development of Pingcang County, which lacked water and drought at every turn, and there was no real big river to rely on.

That day, he promised the Tingshan Mountain God to lead the water of the Ningjiang River to activate the Canglan Water Vein, not only for the Canglan Water God, but also for his hometown.

After reading the text, it was another series of processes.

Open the liquor, and then offer wine and then the food… Three kowtows, rejuvenation, food, treasure, and sacrificial burning.

At this time, in fact, many people felt that something was wrong, especially the county Cheng Dong Yi, who immediately whispered in Ji Hongzhe’s ear. He has been

an official in Pingcang County for twenty years, and he has seen many sacrifices to the gods and ask for rain, but there has never been a change in the heavens.

If it’s broken, it won’t fail, the officials, the powerful representatives, including some of the people, all gurgled in their hearts.

Countless people stared at the sky with tears in their eyes, how could it still be cloudless!

Many old people who had experienced the disaster began to kowtow in pain, begging the city god to see them.

Yu Yuejun, who was mixed in the crowd below, also clenched his fists, not knowing if he was scolding the city god in his heart.

She stared at Zhou Bai, a little regretful and resentful, obviously he did so well, why is it still not enough!

“You’ll have a way, right?” For some reason, Yu Yuejun suddenly had such an idea.