"good."

Fang Ruo Qixing hesitated for a while, then went to the other side to hold Ye Nongying's arm.

Ye Nongying complained about her: "I am also dressed as a man anyway, and I feel more secure. Why do you despise me like this?"

"I, I don't."

"No, you have a guilty conscience when you say it yourself."

"I just know Miss Duanmu better."

Ye Nongying looked sad, "After all, you still like her better, right."

Where did Fang Ruoxing hear Ye Nongying playing with her generally, she hurriedly explained: "Although I like Miss Duanmu better, I also like you very much, and you are also very good."

Duanmu Ya looked and listened, almost laughing out loud.

While spreading out the paper, she educate Fang Ruoxing: "Miss Fang, under normal circumstances, it will be better to remove the first half sentence."

"what?"

Fang Ruoxing stayed for a while, "But, that's a lie."

Duanmu Ya looked at him and said: "There is a saying called white lie."

Fang Ruoxing's attention was completely attracted by Duanmu Yawang's words, "A lie is a lie. Is it also kind or not?"

"Okay, I get it."

Ye Nongying felt that if she listened any more, she was probably internally hurt. "I don't need a white lie. I also accepted the fact that I don't want to be pleased with Duanmu Ya. This topic ends here."

After that, he asked Duanmu Yawang fiercely: "What the **** is saying on the map, you haven't seen it for so long, haven't you seen it well?"

"anger."

Duanmu Yawang made an angry comment and pointed to the front and said: "According to the paper, walk two or three hundred meters forward. There is a worship platform for the exile pilgrimage ceremony. After we pass, we must follow the master to worship. And donated two white money bags."

"White purse?"

Ye Nongying touched her waist again, and found two small white accessories, "Could it be these two?"

"should be."

Ye Nongying shook the two small purses, and tugged at the corners of her mouth: "It's very light inside." It feels like there is no money.

Duanmu Ya looked thoughtful: "Is it as light as thin paper?"

"right."

Ye Nong Ying raised her eyebrows: "How did you know?"

"My guess."

After Duanmu Yawang finished speaking, he added: "I think there should be paper money in it."

"...!"

Ye Nongying was almost swearing, and the two small white purses in his hand were suddenly as heavy as a thousand catties.

She really regretted that she reacted the fastest, and she had nothing to do with her purse.

It's all right now, so she took two bags of paper money.

Duanmu Yawang ignored her, looked at the remarks written on the paper, and said seriously: "When worshiping, you also need to pay attention. You must first kneel one step for three knees, then continue with three steps and one knock, and perform nine knocks. The pilgrimage ceremony is considered complete. ."

"Three kneels and nine knocks?"

The corner of Ye Nongying's mouth twitched, "Isn't that a ceremony for the new emperor's enthronement?"

Duanmu Yawang reminded: "It is written on the paper. When you knock your head, you must cast your head to the ground with enough respect and not neglect. Moreover, when striding, the larger the steps, the greater the punishment, and the better the luck after the holiday."

"Do you want to throw five bodies on the ground?" Little Bailu cared about this word the most, frowning and said: "There is snow on the ground, if you kneel like this, you should wet your pants, right?"

In such a snowy day, it will be even colder when the pants are wet.

"Since you are here, you must act according to the rules." Duanmu Yawang reached out into Xiao Bailu's mask, squeezed his cheek, and said in a bad mood: "You are not young anymore, don't always complain, and don't think about it all the time. Be lazy, you know?"

"Oh."

Little Bailu was a little listless.

Because this exile festival, in his opinion, is really not interesting at all.

Mo Yue walked for two or three minutes. After Mo Yue was twenty meters away, Duanmu Yawang suddenly heard the sound of wooden fish, accompanied by unintelligible Sanskrit sounds.

When I got closer, I saw a large group of people standing in front of me.

Fang Ruoxing was frightened, he kept patting his chest, and said timidly: "How come these people suddenly appeared."

Duanmu Yawang and Ye Nongying are very common. They explained: "Everything in our eyes is white. It's normal for us to see clearly from a distance." These people are all wearing the same clothes, separated by a long distance. In addition, it was snowing, and there was a lot of white, so it was not clear.

"Oh."

Fang Ruoxing reluctantly accepted this statement.

In fact, she still felt a little weird.

With so many people, even if their vision is blurred, if they have been standing here for a certain distance, they can still see some differences. After all, the color of the clothes and the snow is still a little different.

Anyway, she just felt that these people suddenly appeared.

"Don't scare yourself."

Duanmu Yawang patted her shoulder soothingly, "Anyway, are we here too?"

"Right."

Fang Ruoxing was calmer now.

Duanmu Ya looked at him: "This should be the worship platform."

"In other words, where to kneel down and knock down?"

"Um."

As Ye Nongying gradually approached, Ye Nongying asked, "These people are all standing, and they don't seem to be doing anything. After we pass, do we follow in line, or what?"

"Nothing written on the paper."

Duanmuya looked at him and said: "Let's follow them, and they will do whatever they want."

As they spoke, they had already come behind those people.

Walking in, the line of sight is clearer, and you can see the worship platform in front of the crowd.

On the pilgrimage platform, a group of people dressed in the same filial attire knocked wooden fish on it, and a group of people sat on the lotus pad with their hands folded.

They can't see their faces while wearing masks, but those who feel their hands clasped together are those who chant Sanskrit.

Duanmu Yawang's four people looked at each other. Finally, Duanmu Yawang and Xiao Bailu lined up in a line, and Ye Nongying and Fang Ruoxing lined up in another line.

To the people standing behind, those standing in front of them didn't react at all, as if they were not interested in watching at all.

They stood motionless one by one, without the slightest sound, as if they were listening carefully to the Sanskrit sound of Muyu.

The others did not move, and Duanmu Ya hoped that they did not dare to move.

Such a stop is two quarters of an hour.

Little Bailu is a child in the end, he is not qualitative, he is still active, and he can't insist on it. Doing nothing for two quarters of an hour is a huge challenge for him. He is sleepy and tired.

He could barely hold back the sleepiness, but after standing in one posture for too long, he couldn’t help but want to move twice. When standing in another posture, he was also considered the rule. Before he planned to move, he asked Duanmu Yawang for advice, and then whispered to her. Said: "Sister, my feet are so sore."

Duanmu Yawang was actually tired after standing for so long. The weather was so cold that she almost fell asleep. She was a little awake when she heard the words, paused, and said, "All beings are compassionate. It shouldn't matter if you move twice."

"good."

The little white deer was relieved, let out a sigh of relief, and moved his limbs.

Unexpectedly, he had just moved twice, and Muyu Sanskrit stopped immediately.

Duanmu Ya looked at her heart for a moment, and wondered if Xiao Bailu would have caused a taboo, right?

While thinking, she stared at the stage.

Nothing happened on the stage.

Little Bailu didn't notice any Muyu Sanskrit sounds. He was originally small and didn't pay much attention to these sounds. Therefore, he didn't respond when the Muyu Sanskrit sounds were cut off.

Besides, he always remembered to be obedient, moved his limbs twice, and quickly stood up again.

As soon as he stood up, the Muyu Sanskrit sound rang again in a rhythmic and regular manner.

Duanmu Yawang frowned.

These people sang Sanskrit with their eyes closed while knocking on the wooden fish. However, there was a person in the crowd whose dynamics were different, and they actually stopped the Sanskrit singing.

Is it a coincidence or they can really perceive it?

No one can answer this idea.

Muyu Sanskrit continues.

Moyo continued to wait for another quarter of an hour, and stopped when many people couldn't bear it.

Duanmu Yawang watched the people on the stage come down, and a person wearing a linen, wearing a filial piety and a mask came onto the stage with a louder voice, but Duanmu Ya hoped that each of them could hear clearly.

He didn't talk nonsense, just said: "The following is the three kneeling and nine knocking ceremony, now it is one kneeling!"

With a "swish", all the people in front almost took a step forward, and then knelt down.

Little Bailu reacted slowly. He only reacted after others had done it. Then he took a step forward and knelt down.