Although it was in her sea of ​​knowledge, she could not feel his presence either.

Duanmu Yawang breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at the cloth door in front of her, stood for a while, then reached out and opened the cloth door, she probed in.

As soon as I walked in, I saw a group of people sitting in the shed, drinking hot tea with a cup in their hands.

The weird thing is that with so many people, there is no sound in the shed!

These people are sharp, Duanmu Yawang didn't make any sound, they turned their heads all together.

As a result, Duanmu Yawang saw all the masks facing her.

The masks were originally pale, and Duanmu Yawang felt a little horrified by so many masks at once, but he couldn't say anything for a while, just staring at these masks.

"Why are you here?"

Suddenly, she heard a voice, which was unknown to anyone.

But Duanmu Yawang knew that she was asking her, and hurriedly replied: "I have come to accept punishment."

"Oh?"

The speaker's voice was a little surprised, and then he said: "Show me the content of your punishment."

"Yes."

Duanmu Yawang responded, took out the punishment paper from her arms, and was about to hand it out, but she was in trouble, "Please, who is this for?"

Over twenty people, they all have the same mask.

The mask can only see the eyes, not the mouth.

"I don't know who to give it to, what are you doing when you come in?" It was still the voice, the words seemed to blame, but the tone was very flat.

"Yes."

Duanmuya looked at her eyes, walked a few steps in, then passed through the crowd, and handed the paper to one of them, "Please look over."

The moment she handed it out, she felt that the originally quiet person who was sitting still seemed to have made small movements, but she did not hear anyone talking.

"You are very smart."

She said such a sentence to the person in front of her, and then she reached out and passed the paper in her hand, and added another sentence: "However, it is better not to be clever a second time in front of me."

"Yes."

Duanmu Yawang obediently admitted his mistake.

She knows what this person means.

Because she started talking with one person, she actually knew which person to pass the paper to.

However, this person said a total of two sentences.

In the first sentence, she discerned which direction the person should sit in.

There were several people sitting in which direction, but she couldn't tell who it was all at once. There was no definite answer in her heart, and she was afraid that she would be punished if she gave it to one casually.

That's why I deliberately played a little clever, let the person say a little more.

Only then can I guess exactly who said it.

But he saw her through at a glance, which made her feel a bit interesting.

Moreover, she was willing to say the third sentence to her after seeing it through, which made it even more interesting.

The man raised his eyes and glanced at Duanmu Yawang's well-behaved appearance, then slowly lowered his head and opened the paper in his hand.

The person next to him makes small movements.

It seems to want to explore.

Seeing the content on the paper, a few people had eyes to eyes, no expressions on their faces, and no words on their mouths, as if they were talking with their eyes.

Of course, it is also possible that the voice of the heart is transmitted.

After a while, the person holding the paper asked for confirmation: "Do you want Sanskrit?"

Duanmu Yawang nodded: "Yes."

"The worship ceremony is the first ceremony of the exile festival. The Sanskrit sounds are especially important. If your Sanskrit sounds make mistakes, it will affect the blessings and luck of all those who worship." The man said without hurries, his voice calmly said: " In other words, if you make a mistake, you will be in debt to more than a hundred people. If you have a debt, you have to pay it back. You have to think clearly."

Duanmuya nodded: "Yes, I think clearly."

"Not afraid?"

Duanmu Yawang bowed her head and said obediently: "I have confidence."

"good."

Seeing Duanmu Yawang's decisive attitude, the man stopped persuading, put the paper in his hand on the table, moved his hand to lift the snow-white stove beside the table, took the snow-white cup on one side, and poured a glass of water to her.

Duanmu Yawang hurriedly gave up, "I dare not be, I dare not be."

"This is the water for washing." The person said without any illness, "Sanskrit singing must not contain impurities. Once there are distracting thoughts, it will infect all worshipers."

In other words, this washing water must be drunk.

Duanmu Ya looked at the water and found that a piece of white water was clear water.

She originally thought they were drinking tea. No wonder she didn't smell the tea, because she was drinking only washing water.

"good."

Duanmu Yawang bent over, took the cup with both hands, and took a sip with her head up.

With this drink, she didn't smell anything, just after the underwater poison, the whole person became light, light and very comfortable.

After drinking, she put the cup on the table and waited for the person's further instructions.

With a wave of the man's hand, the cup she had drunk on the table disappeared. He said, "The pilgrimage is about to begin, and you can prepare."

As soon as that person finished speaking, almost ten people took it up.

They seem to be the ones who are going to come on stage to knock on wooden fish and chant Sanskrit.

Duanmu Yawang remembered something, and asked politely: "May I ask you a question?"

The man raised his eyes and glanced at her.

It happened to meet Duanmu Yawang's eyes.

It was a pair of deep, deep purple eyes. The arcs of the eyes were very smooth, and the eyes were as clear and clear as spring water, without a trace of impurities. Only a pair of eyes could find this person extremely wise.

These eyes seem to be able to penetrate the soul of a person, and can see through a person at a glance.

Duanmu Yawang quickly lowered her head when he saw it like this.

The man didn’t hold her offended, and said: “The wooden fish beats the twelfth time, and you start to sing. The number of repetitions is six. The worship ceremony is three times before kneeling and nine percussion, and there is a pause, and the pilgrimage begins to chant for the sixth time. After the sixth chanting, the worship ceremony is over."

This is indeed what she wants to ask!

Because Sanskrit singing had already begun before the pilgrimage, she didn't know how many times she would sing Sanskrit.

She didn't know how to start. She also remembered that there was a pause before the pilgrimage started, and she didn't know when to stop.

That person answered exactly what she wanted to ask!

However, he answered without asking.

He really understood her thoughts!

Although she guessed it, Duanmu Yawang was still a little surprised. She didn't show anything, and the slightly shocked Superman bent over and bowed: "Thank you."

The man nodded, stretched out his hand, and handed her a lotus puffer out of thin air.

Duanmu Yawang reached out and took it, and said, "Thank you."

The man said: "After the end, come here again."

"Yes."

Her voice fell, and the man waved his hand.

The others then each took a lotus paddle in their hand, or another wooden fish, and walked out the door.

Duanmu Yawang quickly followed.

She counted it. There were twelve people in total.

Six people took the muyu lotus cattail, and she and the other five took the lotus cattail.

After the twelve people were on stage, the others began to find their place.

The six people holding the wooden fish are in the back, that is, the six of them in Duanmu Yawang are in the front.

Duanmu Yawang waited for the other five people to find their place, and saw a clearing in the middle position. She then walked over, quickly put down the lotus pad, sat up and crossed her legs, closed her hands and began to clap, waiting for the Sanskrit to begin. .

After she sat down with these movements, a wooden fish sounded behind her.

The wooden fish sounded, enough for twelve times, Duanmu Yawang closed her eyes, threw herself in, and began to sing Sanskrit.

This is her unprecedented seriousness.

After singing it over and over again, there is no distraction in my heart.

She didn't know how many times she sang it, and then, at about the same time, she stopped consciously.

Just stopped and waited for a while, I heard someone say: "The following is the three kneeling and nine knocking ceremony, now it is one kneeling!"

When these words fell, Muyu sounded, and she began to sing again.

This time he chanted, as if he could not hear any sound in his ears, and the quiet sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit sound echoed all the time.

Until the singing is finished.

After singing, all her thoughts finally returned.

I also heard someone say: "The pilgrimage ceremony is over!"

The words had fallen, and there was a sound nearby, and the people on the stage started to stand up, pack their things and prepare to step down.

Duanmu Ya looked at the sound and opened his eyes.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I felt a lot clearer in front of my eyes.

Looking closely, it turned out that the snow fell slightly, and the fog had also lifted up a bit, so I could see more clearly.

Thinking about this, seeing that everyone else was about to step down, I hurried to keep up.