Savage Secret

() When the sun passed the mid-heaven, we finally saw the stilted buildings densely covered on the mountainside.Diaojiaolou is generally built on the hillside, in the shape of a tiger sitting. It not only has the style of ancient Chinese stilted buildings, but also preserves the essence of traditional national culture. Traditional dwellings of the Dong, Shui, Tujia and other ethnic groups.From a distance, we can see that there are rows of three-storey small buildings rising from a clear stream at the foot of the mountain, all the way to the middle of the mountain. The village is like a fairyland.

The old cow said as he walked: "The Tujia people really enjoy it. Finding such a good place with geomantic omen, every family is built with three-story small buildings, drinking mountain springs every day, eating game, and farming without paying public grain. The days are really frustrating. People envy!"

I took this opportunity to take revenge on Lao Niu: "You know Mao, if you are really happy living in the mountains, why did my family move out and why didn't your family move in? Do you think the prey in the mountains are so easy to hunt? Tujia people like to live in the remote mountains and old forests isolated from the world? This is the result of the feudal dynasty’s persecution of ethnic minorities, you know? Lao Niu, look at your ruthlessness, maybe you raised the butcher’s knife to our ethnic brothers back then. There are people from your family. You better hurry up and beg God, bless the executioners of your ancestors not to be painted by Tujia brothers, in case those minority brothers recognize you, kill you and make bacon to hang I can't help you here!"

After hearing what I said, the old cow turned back his lips and counterattacked me: "My appearance is a bit ruthless, but don't blame me, you'd better think about yourself, maybe your grandfather committed something unforgivable back then. No mistake, you fled from Shennongjia to Wushan! Tie Yan, I heard that ethnic minorities have a quota of murder every year. If you are afraid of being recognized, sit here and wait for us, lest you get in and get out! "

It was a bickering at first, but we all laughed off these words, but Tian Yuan suddenly asked: "Brother Niu, is it really not illegal for them to kill ethnic minorities?"

Lao Niu Yile said to Tian Yuan in a serious manner: "Of course, most of the ethnic minorities live in the mountains and forests. The sky is high and the emperor is far away. Who will take care of them? What's the matter Tian Yuan, have you done something to be sorry for our Tujia brothers?" What about the sisters? Be honest! If you have anything to say, you should quickly wake up with Tie Yan here, review your mistakes, and avoid being sold as bacon by the Tujia brothers!"

"You two are really disgusting!" Feng Ling suddenly turned her head and stared at us bitterly. I knew she was referring to making people into bacon, so I just smiled and said no more.

The Tujia village looks beautiful from the outside, but when you walk in, you will find that the inside is still very messy, and it is far less moving than the scenes on the Xilan Kapu embroidered by those ingenious Tujia girls.After all, sundays in the mountains are not about embroidery or composition, but practicality and convenience. The harsh living conditions in the mountains do not allow them to be too perfect.

We followed Fengling through the Tujia village for a while, and stopped in front of a relatively tall house. This family's house with flying beams, painted buildings, and carved hanging decorations looked far more elegant than other houses. I guess it was what we were looking for. Zhiji Tima's home.Fengling called upstairs twice, and after a while, a child dressed in festive attire ran down, presumably this child could not resist the temptation of the New Year, and put on new clothes in advance.Feng Ling gave the child the silver chain inlaid with jade and auspicious clouds given by her sister-in-law, and explained to him why he came here. He smiled and said to us: "Because we have to sacrifice to our ancestors during the Chinese New Year, Zhiji Tima has been busy in the Tuwang Temple recently. , if you want to see him, follow me!" After the child finished speaking, he jumped forward.

Lao Niu sighed and said: "Ethnic minorities have a lot of things to do. They worship this and that all day long, as if their ancestors are still alive. In my opinion, these feudal superstitions should have been cleaned up long ago. I will let them be like Destroy all the temples like the old ones, destroy all the artifacts, and then set up mahjong tables inside. If there is nothing to do, let them all play mahjong and cards together. Not only is it easy, but it can also generate income. Old Du, you guys Say?"

Li Yongsheng smiled and said: "Brother Niu, ancestor worship has been a grand event since ancient times. It not only represents the memory of the ancestors for future generations, but also an important cultural symbol of a nation! This kind of activity cannot be banned!"

Tian Yuan said: "That's right, don't we also have sacrificial activities in our village? It's just that they don't have as many tricks as them."

I shook my head, and said to Tianyuan: "Lao Niu doesn't even want to sacrifice to his ancestors, and even wants to tear down the ancestral temple. If this kind of person is thrown on the battlefield, he must be a traitor! But don't blame him, you see The appearance of Lao Niu is almost the same as the bird engraved on one of the mahjong seeds, he is simply a bird man, and his mind has some ideas that are different from ours, so we don’t have to be too surprised!”

Lao Niu was about to refute a few more words, when Feng Ling whispered to us: "Tuwang Temple is a serious place, if you keep talking nonsense there, you will be kicked out!" Lao Niu hurriedly asked Feng Ling Promise: "I will never speak again, and everything will be under your command, Sister Fengling. If you let me say it, I will say it again. If you don't let me say it, I will resolutely not say a word!" I said: "After this matter is over, let's settle the score."

The Tuwang Temple is also called the Hall of Waving Hands. It is a place where the Tujia people worship their ancestors. During festivals, men, women and children in the village gather here to perform enthusiastic dances that evolved from various activities such as farming, hunting and worshiping gods. Waving hands, a scene of harmony and happiness.When we were led in, Zhiji Tima was instructing some men and women to sort out various sacrificial items such as horn horns, eyebrow-leveling sticks, magic knives, prayer cylinders, and flags, and many others I couldn't name.He couldn't get away for a while and asked us to sit down for a while.

I have nothing to do, just look around in the temple.This place is no different from other temples that honor ancestors, but it has a strong ethnic character, and there is nothing I am interested in.After a few glances, I turned my eyes to the wall on the other side. On it was a huge white tiger in relief, about one foot long and half a foot high. The white tiger stood on a boulder, with its head raised and howling. There is a great potential to stand on the ground and lift up the sky.Under the white tiger's front paws, there are two round objects, one is like the head of the savage we saw the other day, and the other is not clear. Although that object has nose and eyes, its appearance is very strange. Its three evil eyes are painted green, its hair is curly like coiled poisonous snakes, and there is something like a lizard's tongue curled in its wide open mouth.

I stared at the white tiger for a while, and suddenly felt as if I had seen this thing somewhere!After a closer look, I found that the pattern on the white tiger's body was not drawn with one stroke, but made up of some strange symbols. Those symbols were very similar to the ghostly symbols in my notebook at home.I tried to read them together, and to my astonishment, the symbols recorded a very ancient story.