My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Lu Qingyu was a little strange and said, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Please help me pick up the clothes from the store. We should go over there later. It's not far from the festival place, right?"

Yang Feng asked.

Lu Qingyu nodded and said: "It's not too far, just on top of Wangbei Mountain."

"Wangbei Mountain..."

Yang Feng was thoughtful when he heard the name.

Lu Qingyu also explained at this time: "Wuhou Temple faces north, mainly based on Wuhou's legacy."

"You go get your clothes first, and I'll go take a look too."

Yang Feng agreed.

His heart became more and more expectant at this time.

After taking a bath in the family, Lu Qingyu just took his clothes back.

After changing into a Hanfu, he walked to the door.

Lu Qingyu also wanted to go back and change clothes, so Yang Feng naturally waited here.

After waiting for a while, Lu Qingyu didn't come out.

"Why are you so slow to change clothes?"

Yang Feng muttered.

In his eyes, changing clothes shouldn't just take a minute.

While he was muttering, Lu Qingyu had already walked out from behind and said, "Let's go, let's go."

"Okay, let's..."

Yang Feng was just halfway through what he said when he happened to see Lu Qingyu put on Hanfu.

She was wearing a light cyan dress that looked hazy but not transparent.

The criss-crossing lines on the chest and the belt dotted with white pearls around the waist look very elegant, but it makes her look more like a young lady.

"Hee hee, isn't this girl as smart as ice and snow? She's like a fish but she's like a bird, and she's shy when she's done with the moon..."

"Head papaya."

"what?!"

"Hurry up and set off. Look at the time. If you're late later, it will be over."

Yang Feng shook his head helplessly.

This little girl Lu Qingyu makes people very worried.

But after all, she is Lu Changan's niece and the person closest to him.

So because of the favor of this family leader, Lu Qingyu followed Lu Changan and accompanied him in the sacrifice.

The two walked out of the door together and found that the street was extremely lively at this time.

It's no wonder, everyone knows what day it is, and most people from nearby places will come here.

But the place near Wuhou Temple is not very big, and naturally it cannot accommodate more than 100,000 people.

So even if most people get here, they will just wait at the foot of the mountain or on the mountain in the distance.

Yang Feng, on the other hand, followed the team in front and headed towards Wangbei Mountain.

Wuhou Ancestral Hall is located on the top of the mountain. It is simple and solemn, standing like a guardian of history, standing in the torrent of time.

Seen from a distance, it looks like a bright pearl, inlaid on the top of the green mountains, looking solemn and solemn.

As we stepped onto the top of the mountain, we were greeted by a cool mountain breeze, bringing with it the fresh scent of mountain vegetation.

Against the backdrop of the top of the mountain, Wuhou Ancestral Hall looks even more simple and solemn.

It stands there quietly, having gone through wind and rain, but still standing, demonstrating a perseverance.

Yang Feng walked to the square in front of Wuhou Temple.

This is the top of the mountain, but it is surrounded by a huge flat land.

The flat ground has been polished and covered with green bricks.

"It seems that this place can accommodate up to tens of thousands of people."

Yang Feng sighed.

Lu Qingyu pointed around and said: "Every two years, people usually take turns attending the festival based on their last name."

"Can everyone with the same last name come up?"

"of course."

"But why can't everyone with this surname choose some representatives to participate?"

Yang Feng felt very strange.

This seems to be the most reasonable.

Lu Qingyu had no choice but to say: "According to the rules of the family, we want to give everyone some opportunities. After all, if we follow the representatives of each surname, it will be easy for some people to come here repeatedly, and some people will never have the opportunity to participate. Festival.”

"That's right. Although there is no reward for coming here, I think there are still many people who want to participate in the festival."

"That's what it means. Most of the people are in the square outside, but if we accompany the ceremony later, we will go into the courtyard together."

Lu Qingyu explained to Yang Feng.

Yang Feng nodded and looked towards the ancestral hall in front of him.

The architectural style of this ancestral hall is simple and elegant, with blue bricks, gray tiles, carved beams and painted pillars, demonstrating the exquisite craftsmanship of the building.

The majestic stone lions on both sides of the gate seem to be guarding this historical palace.

Walking into the ancestral hall, a solemn and solemn atmosphere hits the face, making people involuntarily slow down their steps and feel awe.

Yang Feng looked at both sides and discovered that there were actually some people enshrined on both sides outside the main ancestral hall inside.

These people should be some people from the Ji Han period, as well as some people who made contributions within the Zhuge family.

But Yang Feng's sharp eyes soon saw a familiar name in a remote place on the right.

"That's...Senior Qingtian?"

Yang Feng never expected that Qingtian would also enter here and accept the offerings.

From this point of view, the relationship between Qingtian and the Zhuge family is really unusual.

While Yang Feng was thinking about it, Lu Changan, the chief priest, had already walked into the ancestral hall.

Right in front of the ancestral hall is a sculpture of Zhuge Kongming, and next to it is a black stone tablet recording some words.

In front of the sculpture, tributes were already placed.

These tributes are unique.

In addition to some regular tributes, there were also some local fruits that were extremely famous at the time.

As the festival begins.

Inside the ancestral hall.

The instruments began to play.

The music carries the sadness of reminiscence, mixed with the artistic conception of mountains and flowing water.

"Incense."

Under the control of an old man next to him.

Lu Changan walked forward with three sticks of incense in his hand.

Yang Feng didn't know what to do. He just watched the people in front of him step forward one after another, and then he followed suit.

"Kowtow."

The old man's voice came again.

Everyone lowered their heads at this time and kowtowed to the sculpture in front of them.

Yang Feng does not worship gods or Buddhas on weekdays, but when he saw the lifelike sculptures in front of him, he still kowtowed with everyone.

There seems to be no psychological pressure in kowtowing to Zhuge Kongming.

The process of the festival continues.

The scene was solemn and solemn, and everyone's expressions lost their usual laughter, but looked seriously at the sculpture in front of them.

After a period of process, Lu Changan had already picked up a long memorial scroll in his hand.

Lu Changan's expression was respectful and he said: "Sacrifice, ancestor Wuhou."

"The long history of the Zhuge family has been passed down from generation to generation. Today, my descendants will write a special memorial to commemorate the wisdom and noble virtues of Marquis Wu..."

Lu Changan began to slowly recite the sacrificial inscription.

The tone is high-pitched but not noisy, and the words are full of emotion, making people unable to help but feel like they are immersed in such a scene.

Everyone present lowered their heads at this moment and listened to the memorial service.

This was Yang Feng's first time to participate, and for this scene he felt the regret in his heart that Marquis Wu had not conquered the Central Plains.

At this time, he didn't know how much time had passed.

Just read along with a volume of sacrificial texts.

Lu Changan also breathed a long sigh of relief at this time and continued: "Today I only send my condolences with a memorial text. I hope that Wuhou's spirit in heaven can rest in peace. We will inherit Wuhou's virtue and wisdom and continue to move forward."

After finishing his words, Lu Changan slowly placed the memorial text on the stove in front of him.

A flame lit up at this moment.

The festival should be almost over at this point, but it is not over for Yang Feng.

He knew that there must be something else waiting for him.