Bleach: Stir Up the Situation

"It's about time."

As if confirming Haiyan's words, Ichigo and the others looked around to admire the antiquity and magnificence of the shrine they were in. Their attention was soon attracted by the sound of music that gradually sounded.

Said to be a musical performance, the scale was actually far from that grand. At least in Ichigo's ears, all that could be heard was the distinct sound of the flute, slowly approaching from the main entrance of the shrine behind them.

The long flute sound was somewhat sad, monotonous but had a sacred feeling. As the sound gradually became clearer, a small team of about a dozen people appeared in his field of vision.

The leader was a woman dressed as a witch, her face covered by a white mask. Her hands were covered by wide sleeves. Her steps were light but she always kept a distance from the musicians behind her.

After the musicians, there were Hong Jiang, who was wearing a black haori hakama, and Yoruichi, who was wearing a flawless white dress. The two held hands, with a red paper umbrella above their heads, firmly attracting everyone's attention.

"It's so beautiful!" Inoue couldn't help but sigh.

-The shrine they were in was shrouded in a layer of white gauze-like fog. Hong Jiang and Yoruichi were walking in it as if they had come from a fairyland.

Of course, the beauty that Inoue couldn't help but blurt out was not just the scenery. Although the wide hood covered most of her face, she had already placed the most beautiful makeup and smile on Yoruichi's face in her mind.

There was a faint but contagious smile on Hong Jiang's face. Everyone who knew him well had probably never seen him in this state before. The joy without words seemed to be conveyed to everyone's heart, even with a smile on his face. Serious Yamamoto's half-open eyes flashed with gentleness for a moment.

After passing through the main road, Hong Jiang and Yoruichi arrived at the main hall of the shrine under everyone's attention. There were two cushions on the ground in front of the leading miko. They knelt on the cushions and waited quietly for the ceremony to begin.

No one reminded them, but the crowd sitting in the audience seats behind them involuntarily slowed down their breathing. I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but Ichigo could hear the slightest breeze blowing.

What broke the silence was a crisp ringing of bells. The person dressed as a witch waved her left hand. The left hand that was previously covered under the sleeve was holding a golden Kagura bell. Following her dancing movements, the pleasant sound The bell echoed rhythmically in the empty shrine.

The witch's movements were as light and fluttering as the catkins blowing in the wind, and a long and solemn hymn came out of her mouth, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the bell. The singing was obviously not fast, but it did not make people feel drowsy. feel.

Come to think of it, this is what Hirako and others have been saying. Even the captain has never seen a few ritual ceremonies. Ichigo was shocked in his heart by the ancient and sacred nature of this ceremony. He raised his eyes slightly and focused. Be fascinated by the changes above your head.

The sky over the shrine is a misty white. Of course, it's possible that its sky has never really been revealed to people.

With the movements and chants of the miko, the sky, which seemed like a white cloth without wrinkles, gradually changed, as if it had been folded, forming three obvious circles of fog suspended above the heads of Hirojiang and Yoruichi. .

It was by no means a simple condensation of mist. Ichigo could feel the astonishing spiritual pressure contained in those three mist circles. In terms of intensity alone, it was definitely not inferior to the intensity of any captain of the Gotei Thirteen Team releasing his spiritual pressure with all his strength.

But the strangest thing is that the spiritual pressure hanging above the head is as thick as a mountain peak, but it does not put any pressure on people, and it is not goodwill, but at least no one can feel any malice from it.

This caused Gu Na to see three huge mountains hanging above everyone's heads. However, people like Inoue, whose attention was completely attracted by the ceremony in front of the main hall, could subconsciously ignore the sudden huge spiritual pressure.

Of course, Ichigo was only slightly impressed by the magic of this ritual. He was not a sensitive person, and he would not be restless because of the huge amount of spiritual pressure hanging above his head.

As the chanting of the miko in front ended, the Kagura bell in her hand suddenly dropped like a sharp blade. At the same time, her body turned slightly, and with the sudden stop of the bell, the golden Kagura bell pointed not far away. A long-handled pot placed on a soft cushion.

The fog ring containing huge spiritual pressure in the air also changed at this time. The outermost fog ring tilted suddenly, like a waterfall pouring down toward the shrine.

This movement naturally attracted attention, and Yincheng straightened up suddenly, using his legs to exert force and his body reacted as if he was about to stand up to resist.

But before he made a fool of himself, Chun Shui behind him held him down like a prophet, and also held down other people who were shocked by this scene.

"Don't get excited, just pay attention to this ceremony."

Under Chunshui's low reminder, Yincheng and others focused their attention on the spiritual pressure waterfall falling from the sky. When it was about to swallow up the area where everyone was, the waterfall suddenly paused as if time had stopped, and then seemed to possess Life turned a corner in the air and flowed towards the long-handled pot pointed by the miko with the Kagura bell.

There seemed to be an invisible funnel at the top of the long-handled pot, and the violent spiritual pressure flow like a monstrous ocean wave was condensed again and poured into a thin stream into the long-handled pot.

If before it was just the huge mist ring of spiritual pressure that suddenly poured down like a waterfall, now the thin stream truly has a water-like texture.

No, it's not just the texture. Yincheng lowered his guard and returned to calmness again, and the sound of the collision of water droplets seemed to be circulating in the air.

It was hard to believe that the fog ring that seemed to be able to swallow up everyone present would eventually be collected obediently into a small long-handled pot. Just like the woods grow longer than the leaves and the rivers grow longer than the dripping water, it is unbelievable but right before our eyes.

The shrine maiden moved forward, as if she were flying, and came to the long-handled pot. The Kagura bell tapped lightly on the pot and sealed the top.

Then he held the handle of the pot with his right hand, turned around, and the next moment he appeared in front of Hong Jiang and Ye Yi who were sitting on their knees.

There were three shallow red wine glasses in front of them: small, medium and large. The miko was seen holding a long-handled pot with one hand. She turned her wrist slightly and a drop of bright white liquid slowly fell into the smallest wine glass.

Immediately afterwards, the miko's wrist turned diagonally again, but the movement was not as fast as before. The bright white liquid poured into the wine glass that was just about to cover the bottom of the glass like a thin line.

The miko turned her wrist for the third time, but this time she seemed not to lift the spout again, letting the bright white liquid pour into the shallow wine glass. She did not move the wine bottle away until the wine glass was full.

This is the first etiquette of the Three-Three-Nine Degrees Ceremony, the ceremony to the Spiritual King.

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