Fifteen days later, nearly forty cars came to the mountain.
A large-scale ritual was held in the blue brick courtyard of the master. A blue brick platform was erected in the courtyard, with the eight trigrams painted on it. The master wore a Taoist robe, his hair was disheveled, his feet were bare, he held a sword in his left hand, and a silver cup filled with deer blood in his right hand, singing and dancing.
The lyrics were ancient and only a few sentences could be understood. On the first floor below the stage were more than 20 girls with delicate features, wrapped tightly in white cheongsams, which made their newly developed bodies look elegant; on the second floor were more than 20 officials, all with their hands clasped together and eyes closed in prayer; on the third floor were more than 30 mountain practitioners, bare-chested, occasionally making shallow cuts on their arms and chests, squeezing out drops of blood that bounced into the air, and muttering something; on the fourth floor were 20 servants and Mason, who kept walking in the outermost circle so that if someone fainted during the practice of the law, they could be rescued in time.
The officials' attendants and bodyguards stood outside the courtyard to prevent harassment. In fact, there was no harassment on the mountain, so everyone gathered together to smoke and chat. While chatting, one of them pointed to the sky and said, "Hey, what is that?"
Five small black dots appeared in the northeastern clouds, flying in a V-shaped formation like wild geese. Someone shouted, "Wild geese!" Someone else shouted, "Japanese bombers!"
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