"Mountain Opening!"
"Calling the spirits!"
Yet, at this moment, amidst the mysterious skies and earth, disasters approached Old Yin Mountain from twelve different directions.
Now, as the strange wind blew into the forest, Old Yin Mountain, appearing like midnight in broad daylight, saw Dayang Village leading the way. The ritual of Sacrificial Mountain on the eighth day of the month had begun.
The Saint held the incense, guests observed the ceremony, and the people prayed.
The Second Master served as the incense holder, a red silk wrapped around his waist, holding three incense sticks in his hands. He walked step by step from Dayang Village, accompanied by two straw dragons crafted by the villagers, dancing and weaving.
Behind him followed the Blowers, with drums and gongs resounding to the heavens. Every ten zhang, he would stop to place incense by the roadside, and the incense attendants would offer him another set of three incense sticks.
