Chapter 651: Opening the Altar

"Hoo..."

The river surface was vast and boundless.

On the Altar of Heaven, Liang Qu lay flat on his back, opened his mouth to exhale a puff of hot air, and the white mist drifted away against the river wind.

The sky was overcast, and not a half-strand of sunlight could be seen.

Even if the dark clouds were dispersed, the ship went north, and before long, it reached a new water area, covered again, all in vain.

"Mr. Lan, it looks like it's going to snow today. Should I continue to sunbathe?"

"Sunbathe." Lan Lan Jicai sat on a small stool, peeled half a guava, pinched the fruit skin and stuffed it into his mouth, muttering, "When it snows, that's when you come down."

Half a guava wasn't finished when heavy snow drifted down.

Just right.

Liang Qu turned over and fell, patting away the ice crystals on his shoulders: "Mr. Lan, what is the benefit of sitting on the Altar of Heaven and sunbathing? Is there any special use?"

Sunbathing for six consecutive days, the Altar of Heaven was still that Altar of Heaven, and Liang Qu was still that Liang Qu.

Practicing the "Body-Knowing Method" made Liang Qu extremely sensitive to changes in himself. He hadn't felt that sitting on the Altar of Heaven and sunbathing had any help for himself, so he simply asked clearly. If there was any special use, he would disperse the heavy snow and go back to continue sunbathing.

"No use."

"No use?"

Liang Qu stared.

Lan Lan Jicai didn't hesitate: "Aren't you a fisherman? Don't you worship the gods before going out to fish?"

"..."

"I once observed the stars in the South Sea, exploring the anomalies of heaven and earth, and accidentally got lost on the way, drifting to a sea island. Just as I was about to find someone to ask for directions, I discovered an interesting thing."

"What interesting thing?"

"There was only a barbarian tribe of a few thousand people on the island. Most of the islanders made a living by fishing, and there was an inner lake in the center of the island, with very stable products. As long as you go, there are fish.

However, the quantity and quality of fish in the inner lake were average, so fishermen sometimes needed to go out to sea to fish to maintain their livelihood.

But before going out to sea to fish, the islanders had to sing, dance, and kneel to kowtow, reciting a prayer to the heavens on the spot.

Conversely, the fishermen on the island who went to the inner lake never did those messy things."

"Then the so-called bathing and burning incense, not eating indiscriminately..."

Liang Qu thought of the bland food of the past few days.

Not only were there no green onions, garlic, or chili in the food, but even seasonings and soy sauce couldn't be added—just a small pinch of salt.

Bland as a bird.

"Same."

"Understood."

Liang Qu was speechless.

After all that, the whole thing is a superstitious activity.

Going out to sea to fish is full of uncertainty—sometimes you catch a lot of big fish, sometimes you come back empty-handed, and there's a danger of encountering storms.

Going to the inner lake is different, safe and stable, and the islanders are accustomed to it.

Therefore, the so-called singing and dancing have nothing to do with gods; it's just that fishermen want to do some things to intervene in uncertainty.

It belongs to the wrong attribution of success factors.

It can't be said to be completely useless.

Psychological suggestion adds a few points.

Liang Qu estimated that most likely, someone who sat on the altar in the past set up a set of bathing and burning incense to show the Holy Emperor's grace.

Who knew the effect of sitting on the altar happened to be good, so they attributed the success factor to their own piety, spread it out, the Holy Emperor was overjoyed, and it slowly became a tradition, and later people kept adding bricks and tiles, adding cumbersome etiquette.

Fancy.

The wind and snow filled the sky, and the deck was covered with a layer of thin white frost.

Liang Qu peeled off the thin ice frozen on the edge of the ship, pushing it into the river as he walked.

What wind and snow to disperse.

Go back to sleep.

The next day.

The weather was fine, the sky was clear, and not a half-strand of water mist could be seen on the canal. The tower ship crossed Lanzhou, and unlike going west before, it turned into the port, went north all the way, and was sailing in the center of the shipping lane.

Crack!

Thin ice fell on the deck, breaking into pieces.

Soldiers shoveled away the frost and snow accumulated on the deck and the Altar of Heaven.

Yang Xu, Lu Gang, and others looked up and looked up.

Figures swayed on the mast.

Lan Lan Jicai dipped willow branches in snow water, sprinkled it on the center of the Altar of Heaven, then jumped into the lookout bucket on the side, and pinched out a cinnabar talisman paper with two fingers.

"Use index finger blood, follow the pattern on the talisman paper, and carve it into the center of the Altar of Heaven. Remember, where you start is irrelevant, the key is to do it in one go, without interruption, connecting head to tail."

"Mr. Lan, rest assured."

Liang Qu took the talisman paper, calmed his spirit, determined the path, cut his index finger with the green wolf, and drew the pattern in one stroke.

The moment the pattern connected head to tail, blood light bloomed. The Altar of Heaven, which had been swaying gently due to the high-frame structure, stopped completely, as if the entire wooden frame was connected as one, turning into a straight, integrated mast.

The jade-like radiance of the altar surface dimmed and dissipated.

It's different.

The Altar of Heaven before his eyes was like being awakened from a dream, no longer a simple dead object, full of vitality.

Liang Qu's previous "sitting on the altar" absolutely had an essential difference from this moment.

"Alright, sit on the altar, concentrate on feeling the qi of the Altar of Heaven, and if you grasp it, you can communicate."

"How long will it take?"

"A few hours, a few days, all possible. In short, it won't be too fast or too slow. You sit on the altar and feel it, and everything else will be handled for you, no need to worry."

Lan Lan Jicai left a sentence, turned out of the lookout bucket, and slid all the way to the deck.

Looking at the vast river again.

Liang Qu cut off his thoughts and sat cross-legged on the altar.

As soon as he entered meditation, unlike the feeling of sitting on the altar before, a thick and sharp aura emerged from the altar, wrapping his whole body.

Body, spirit, heart, blood, gradually sitting and gradually quiet.

The river wind was vast.

Everyone unconsciously slowed their breathing, fearing to disturb Liang Qu's meditation and enlightenment.

Not to mention no grievances or enmity, if anyone made a mistake and hindered Liang Qu's breakthrough, the Holy Emperor would be the first to be furious.

Lan Lan Jicai observed slightly, turned and entered the cabin, and when he came out, he and several blue-robed colleagues were holding two large pottery jars.

Yang Xu withdrew his gaze and cupped his hands to ask.

"Mr. Lan, may I ask, whose Martial Saint true spirit is in the Altar of Heaven?"

"Yan Yan Dongjun."

"Yan Yan Dongjun?"

"You are of a small generation, it's normal not to have heard of him. He died more than a hundred years ago. Before our dynasty started, Yan Yan Dongjun was a close friend of the Taizu, never married in his life, and was particularly good at using a long spear.

When traveling the world, he once killed a Northern Court Khan of the same realm with one spear, and his name was famous. But generations have passed, dust returns to dust, and the old people who remembered him died long ago.

Liang kid's usual spirit weapon is a long spear, right? I saw him bring it on the ship. There are records in Southern Zhili, so the Imperial Court simply allocated Yan Yan Dongjun's Altar of Heaven.

The person sitting on the altar and the true spirit of the Altar of Heaven have partial similarities, so the fit will be higher, and the Heaven-Man induction will be three parts longer."

"So that's how it is."

"Yan Yan Dongjun, I do have some impression."

Long Long Binglin spoke.

"You?" Lan Lan Jicai was suspicious, then reacted, "Oh right, you are a Dragon Person. I remember now, Yan Yan Dongjun's long spear is named Scaly Dragon, it seems it was cast by the Jianghuai Dragon King?"

"There are records in the tribe. The Dragon King once used the water forging method to cast a profound weapon for Yan my lord, which is a rare strong weapon in the world."

"No wonder..."

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

The cold wind grew stronger, and a crowd of people suddenly heard breathing sounds. At first, this breathing was slight and could barely be perceived, but before long, it overwhelmingly surpassed the river wind.

The river surface was turbulent, and the tower ship, which had been sailing steadily, trembled lightly, but the Altar of Heaven stood still.

This is...

Xu Xu Zishuai came to the side of the ship, and the entire large river surged with waves, splashing out layers of water foam!

"Good lad, resonance so fast?!"

Lan Lan Jicai was greatly surprised.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 652 =====