Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 115 Is it you?I can't accept it (3.2k)

Lin Feng was a little confused about what era he was in Nuo Village.

But there was one thing he was absolutely sure of.

This is not the current Nuo Village.

He has investigated the current Nuo Village. The current Nuo Village has neither Diaojiaolou nor such a large-scale Nuo Opera. Now Nuo Village, like many hometowns that are difficult to return to, has long been hollowed out. Only the elderly stay in the village. .

Young people go out to work.

The women in the village took their children to the county town to study.

The whole village was empty.

It is no longer possible to organize such a large-scale Nuo opera.

Besides, these people live in normal red brick cement houses.

Is this the Nuo Village in a certain period of history, or the Nuo Village in another dimension?
The Nuo opera singers he met here were all in costumes.

Costumes don't tell the age.

Unable to find out the time, "Qiwuhai under the king" floated into the Nuo Temple in front of him, and Lin Feng saw what was inside.

Those enshrined, densely packed Nuo noodles.

There are all kinds of Nuo noodles.

Text.

Wu.

good.

fierce.

Every piece of Nuo noodles is full of artistic sense, which is the lifelong painstaking effort of the engravers.

Even Lin Feng couldn't help shaking his head with emotion when he saw these Nuo faces.

real art.

Every face seems to be alive.

lifelike.

Almost every face is staring at a jar.

All the made Nuo noodles are enshrined in this Nuo temple.

A state of "repression" is maintained, but because of the passage of time, many of these exorcism faces have lost their charm.

After the trace of rhythm is gone, the Nuo face is no different from the ordinary face, neither the evil face nor the benevolence of the good god can be seen.

The suppression of the entire Nuo Temple is crumbling, and the most fatal thing is that the entire Nuo Temple lacks a core.

There is an empty space where Nuo noodles are enshrined.

Lin Feng did not guess wrong.

Among these enshrined Nuo noodles, the missing Nuo face is [Fuxi].

Among these Nuo noodles, Lin Feng knew the densely packed jars suppressed underneath.

old acquaintance.

In the game, the guide died in these jars, and these jars contained human heads, which looked like the evil stuff of the burial pit.

Lin Feng reckoned that these things were probably the sacrificial objects washed out of the sacrificial pit by the mountain torrents after the heavy rain.

Unexpectedly, after seeing it in the game, he also saw these jars in this foggy Nuo Village.

Nuo village.

A village where Nuo opera is sung.

Could it be said that Nuo Village is a place to guard against the weirdness in the deep mountains?
Nuo opera, ghost opera, and the singers of Nuo opera are not necessarily mages, but some Duangong mages will wear Nuo masks, invite gods to get on their bodies, and drive away evil spirits.

This is an ancient way of inheritance.

If we push forward, when the ancient witches wore the masks of Fang Xiangshi and Chi You, acting as ghosts and gods to drive away plague ghosts, it could also be called Nuo opera.

On every important festival, these wizards/mages put on robes and masks that symbolize the gods, sing and dance in the sun, praying for peace and joy, and no disasters.

The disaster in Nuo village should be caused by the suppression. Lin Feng saw that in the Nuo temple where Nuo noodles were enshrined, a pot was cracked under the [Fuxi] which lacked the core.

What was inside, ran out.

Lin Feng gently lifted 【Fuxi】, put it aside, folded his hands together and bowed, planning to go in.

Bye [Fuxi], don't be ashamed.

"If you still have a spirit, please bless and bless me."

It's not surprising that there are many gifts. It's okay to have no gifts, but it's better to have blessings.

Needless to say, it really works.

[Fuxi] A voice came from the Nuo face.

Lin Feng listened attentively.

[Fuxi, Fuxi, do you dare to take this job?You are really a hungry person!

Is that face you can carve out if you want to?
Oh, there is a mask, so you dare to take it?

Don't blackmail me, donkey's stuff, what are you, don't say it's you and me, even if your master is resurrected, then you can't carve this Fuxi Nuo noodles, what should you do if you can't make it and smash the signboard? I will still eat it in the future Don't eat anymore? 】

The sound of kicking, a young man was kicked and let out a muffled grunt.

But the young man was not angry.

In ancient arts, the inheritance from master to student is equivalent to the inheritance from father to son, and it is common to have shit and urine.

Get two kicks.

The apprentices are almost used to it.

After being kicked, the older voice came out again.

【Well, what face do you have?Do you have another say? 】

[170-year-old golden nanmu?The raw materials are all brought...]

【Then you can try it】

[Dog thing, you are lucky this time, watch carefully]

[This wood must be soaked in water, otherwise it will crack when it sees the sun...]

What followed was rambling words, as if the engraver was concentrating on imparting experience to his apprentices.

Lin Feng listened patiently.

The Nuo face of Nuo opera is very exquisite, joy, anger, sorrow, joy, benevolence, kindness, and kindness are all displayed on this Nuo face. When depicting Nuo face, there must be both facial makeup and charm.

The facial makeup is what the face looks like, and it should follow the format.

It is impossible for someone to ask you to engrave a Guan Gong, but you gave someone a handsome Guan Gong, and you still have plausible arguments. This is Guan Gong, and my family’s Guan Gong looks like this.

Such a mess.

Sorry, don't say you are an insider.This is the side watching the theater, seeing you messing around like this, will also ruin your business.

As for Shen Yun.

This is something that cannot be taught by face masks.

It is similar to the aura when drawing symbols.

What is needed is seasoned experience, what is needed is rich accumulation, what is needed is a sudden inspiration, what is needed is a flash of inspiration, and what is needed is sudden enlightenment.

On the [Fuxi] Nuo face, from the discussion between master and apprentice, to the beginning of sculpting, then to the [Fuxi] face, and finally to singing, everything came out of this face. After a long while, Lin Feng saw a trace of aura coming from 【Fuxi】The above surface emerges.

It fell into Nuo Village.

All kinds of colors crashed into Lin Feng's surroundings, causing Lin Feng to close his eyes unconsciously.

open one's eyes.

This time, Lin Feng saw the bustling Nuo Village.

Men, women, young and old, dressed in folk costumes, men and women, are all watching the big show.

The whole village seemed to come alive.

Even the sky is cloudless.

The next one is "Zhong Kui Beating the Little Ghost". The people next to him saw Zhong Kui being hindered by Yang Guozhong, and jumped up and down anxiously. Those who were waiting to get on the stage were resting in the Nuo Temple around Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked at these people who suddenly appeared.

They all looked at Lin Feng, as if they could see him.

Did not ask them where the enemy was.

Lin Feng knew it a long time ago, maliciousness constantly entangled Lin Feng, [Unyielding] accurately found the enemy's position.

Those people looked at him.

Seeing that he was about to open the door and go in, they spoke up.

"Young students, take Fuxi."

"Yeah, junior, take it, it's not bad."

"Don't call Fuxi bad, that's also the painstaking effort of Old Qu all his life."

"Ah, there are not many craftsmen who can carve Fuxi. Old Qu has been on this mask all his life."

They advised Lin Feng.

Lin Feng thought for a while, took out the carving knife and said, "The old Qu you are talking about, is this Lao Qu's carving knife?"

When those people saw the carving knife, they nodded repeatedly.

Old Qu.

The engraver is old.

The person who smoked tobacco in front.

The dead Nuo opera master, the unfinished exorcism ceremony.

Lin Feng picked up [Fuxi], and after [Fuxi] uncovered, there was a young face behind.

I don't know whose face it is.

"Who is he?"

Lin Feng asked.

"This? This boy is Lao Qu's apprentice."

they said.

Lin Feng stopped asking, put away [Fuxi], he opened the door, walked in, Lin Feng took off [Fuxi], the Nuo faces inside seemed to be startled, and all of them began to tremble, even those The jars seemed to be shaking.

Can't seem to suppress what's inside.

Lin Feng pretended to be very concerned about these things, pretending not to know the real mastermind behind the scenes, and hid behind the jar on the ground.

"Qiwuhai under the king" just entered the jar to see, the human head in the jar has no vitality at all.

No matter what was once inside.

The Nuo noodles in the Nuo Temple were all successful.

They kill the contents of the jar.

Lin Feng approached deliberately.

"King Qiwuhai" stood behind the person who was suppressed here, watching this person holding a buffalo dagger in his hand.

then.

【fa】

disperse!

Lin Feng started first.

The three wisps of lung breath disappeared immediately.

With a scream, the people who hid behind the table never expected such a move, and their souls were severely injured.

There was a howl.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lin Feng felt that this wail was so familiar.

But Lin Feng didn't care, his body was more open than a person's reaction, he kicked the can open, the can hit the man's body, cut open his skin, exposing the dense blood nematodes underneath!

After being suppressed for so many years, the blood nematode has no vitality.

It's almost a sun-dried insecticide!

Without blood, these blood nematodes are hard to wake up!
Another blood god.

The humanoid creature at the back also had a face. He wanted to get up, but was kicked to the ground by Lin Feng.

This time, put on the [bo] sound.

【bo】

Without training, Lin Feng relies on muscle memory, plus the feeling when playing games.

【bo】

The sound of punishment, the fixed-point attack, just one blow, from the inside out, this person's spirit is about to be broken.

It is the first time to use it in reality, but it is easy to use it.

Fortunately, the blood god's soul is strong.

I don't know what adventure.

From Lin Feng's point of view, it is very possible that he made [Five Zang Fragrance], or something similar to it, otherwise, the engraving master Lao Qu and others outside would not be missing five zang organs.

Twice, severely wounding the person, as perceived by [Jian Xin Tong Ming], this thing has been suppressed in the Nuo Village for an unknown number of years, and it is almost time to run out of fuel.

Lin Feng took the lead, and the leftovers slammed into his throat.

Then he changed his move, and the leftover material hit him in the face.

The true shape of the Five Sacred Mountains (Mount Tai) exerts its power.

Even the incantation dipped in Lin Feng's blood, halfway through the engraving, exerted its power. Thick smoke billowed from the man's neck, and he stumbled into the back of the Nuo Temple.

hit the wall.

Hands helplessly covered his neck.

His face fell down.

A face that Lin Feng was very familiar with was revealed.

Lin Feng raised his eyebrows when he saw this face.

"Outrageous".

He said.

"Guide? How are you still alive?"

he asked.

Hearing someone calling himself "Guide", the blood god on the other side froze completely.

He raised his head, terrified, and revealed the guide's face.

"Who are you? How dare you call me a guide?"

Being called to reveal his identity, his panic was even more obvious than killing him.

(End of this chapter)