Weird past in the countryside

Chapter 69

I nodded, picked up a Japanese sword, wiped it, and carried it with me.The other Japanese sword was taken away by the wooden stick.The rest of the things that can be distributed have been distributed, such as whistles, kettles and so on.The rest were packed in a bag, and Wei Meng carried it on his back.

I glanced at Ning Xiaoyue and found that she had been silent after listening to the old village chief.I touched Xiaoyue: "Why, are you scared? Why don't you go?"

Ning Xiaoyue shook her head: "Don't persuade me, I definitely have to go. I'm not afraid, I'm thinking about my dad."

Sometimes I feel that Ning Xiaoyue is much more courageous than me, and her temper is really stubborn.

In the evening, Aunt Ning came over and brought us a large bag of pancakes, and also brought us a kerosene lamp, saying that we didn’t need it because the house was idle, and asked us if we could use it.

When the master saw it, he quickly said, "It's useful. I'm looking for one, but I don't know anyone who has it. It has a lampshade, which protects against wind. It's much better than candle lighting."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Master urged us to rest quickly because we were going into the mountain the next day.At that time, the danger I will encounter may be even worse than that of a hundred ghosts attacking the village. If you don't have good energy and physical strength, you won't be able to handle it.

Before dawn the next day, I was called up by Master.Master told us all to pack up as soon as possible and go to the old village head's house together.

When we were still some distance away from the old village head's house, we heard extremely noisy voices from over there, and at the same time saw the bustling crowd.Many people were carrying lanterns, illuminating the surroundings brightly.

We squeezed to the front of the crowd and found that the old village chief was standing aside and directing.A few people were tying a big fat pig. The pig's feet weighed three hundred catties. It was struggling desperately on the ground, screaming and screaming.In the end, everyone worked hard together, and finally tied the pig's four feet with ropes, and then the four of them passed through with poles and resisted on their shoulders.

The old village head is still instructing others to prepare corresponding items. It seems that although he is no longer the village head, his prestige is still there, and the villagers still recognize him very much.

Seeing us coming, the old village head quickly gave each of us a red cloth belt to tie around our waists.Although we didn't quite understand the intention, we followed suit very cooperatively.

Finally, seeing that the old village chief was almost ready, he shouted: "Jishan, get up." As soon as the words fell, the sound of a gong filled the air.In front of the team was a gong to open the way, followed by a dozen people carrying white lanterns, and four people in the middle carried the big fat pig.A few of us followed behind in a daze, and walked towards Zhuma Mountain with the team.

As the team gradually approached the foot of Zhuma Mountain, the sound of gongs became louder.After walking for a short time, the team bypassed a mountain ridge and came to a dilapidated temple.I took a look, and found that the temple was located alone in an empty valley, with broken tiles everywhere. There was only one gate left in the temple, the corrugated roof was incomplete, and yellowish soil was exposed in many places. There are a lot of withered and yellow thatch growing on it.Above the gate beam of the temple, there is a dilapidated plaque hanging obliquely. The handwriting on it is also blurred, most of the paint has fallen off, and it is covered with spider webs. Three large characters can be vaguely read: Temple of the Mountain.

The old village head ordered people to clean up the thatch in front of the mountain temple, and at the same time opened the half gate, entered the temple and cleaned up the altar.

Then the old village head shouted: "Sacrifice ceremony, open."

The fellow villagers brought over a wooden table, and several people carried the pig onto the wooden table at the same time. The pig may have realized its fate, and it screamed more happily. The screams echoed in the valley for a long time, miserable. Incomparable.Both Xiaoyue and Yuling'er couldn't bear to look any longer, and hid behind.

I saw a middle-aged man with a ferocious face coming out of the villagers, holding a butcher's knife, and came to the pig.When the pig saw him, its eyes showed fear, and its cry stopped abruptly.The man didn't hesitate too much, and with a twist of the knife in his hand, he directly pushed it into the pig's throat, and the pig didn't even struggle.At the same time, the villager handed over a large basin, the man drew his knife sharply, and a stream of blood arrows sprayed out and landed in the large basin.

After half a pot of blood was collected, the pig butcher changed to a sharp bone cutting knife. The sharp knife went in and out of the pig's neck, as if he was carving a work of art.The pig's eyes were still open. Although the eyes were full of fear, it still didn't struggle and seemed painless.

The pig butcher's knife went around the pig's neck, shouted loudly, and slapped the pig's top door with his hand, and the pig's head fell off in response.Two people came up at the same time, holding the pig's head and sent it to the confession in the temple. The pig's head was still bubbling with blood.The scene looked extremely bloody, and a strong smell of blood filled the entire mountain temple.

The sacrificial ceremony was still going on in an orderly manner. Two people carried the pot of pig blood to a huge mountain pine tree in front of the temple. The village chief took a mountain ax from someone else and dipped it in the pig blood. He slashed three axes obliquely on the trunk of the Chaoshan pine. Strange to say, the pig's blood seeped in quickly along the cut.After that, he poured the half pot of pig's blood under the mountain pine tree.The village chief motioned us to untie the red cloth strips tied around our waists, and tied them to the branches of the mountain pine.

After all this was done, the old village head took us to kneel in front of the mountain temple again. The village head muttered something, nothing more than that the folks in the village entered the mountain, and asked the mountain god to take care of them and protect them for safety.

Finally, the sacrificial ceremony was considered complete, and the old village chief led the crowd to pack up their things and prepare to go down the mountain.The old village chief walked up to us and said emotionally: "That's all we can do, I don't know if we can help you. I hope you can get the protection of the mountain god and you can return safely. If you encounter difficulties when you go inside If you can come out, you must come out as soon as possible, and if you come out, let's find a way." After speaking, the old village chief's tone was heavy, and he was a little choked up.

We were very touched after hearing this. Although the old village head did some wrong things, he is a very kind and honest person.We said good things to him this time, and he has always kept it in his heart. When we entered the mountain, he was always thinking about our safety. It is really sincere.

Master Yuan held the hand of the old village chief and said: "Old village chief, thank you for everything you have done for us. I promise you that if we encounter obstacles in entering the mountains, I will bring them back as soon as possible, and then go to your house to find them. You drink, the food you gave us last time, everyone didn't eat enough."

The old village chief wiped his tearful eyes and smiled: "Okay, okay, I will definitely prepare more food and wine, heat up the shochu, and wait for you. Take care." As he said, the old village chief led the villagers and carried the The pig's body went down the mountain.

After everyone had gone far away, Master led us to the mountain temple again.This time I took a closer look at the interior of the mountain temple, and found that the statues inside were also dilapidated, the paint was mottled and peeling off, and there was a confession in front of it, with a freshly shaved pig's head on it. It's exquisite, but the pig's head is still dripping blood.It is said that the most important part of sacrifice is to see blood, and blood sacrifice is also the most particular and effective method of sacrifice in the local rural areas.

The master walked to the confession case and looked at it for a long time, and finally walked out of the temple gate.Said to us softly: "This confession is weird."

We were surprised to hear that, and I took a closer look inside.I saw that the confession case mentioned by Master was originally made of a thick tree stump. Although it has been baptized by the years, the annual rings on the table can still be seen clearly.Other than that, I don't seem to see any oddities.The others, like me, looked at Master for a while, and then looked at Master suspiciously.

Master reminded us: "Look at the blood coming out of that pig's head."

I looked at the pig's head again. I had been staring at the confession just now and didn't notice the pig's head.This time, after Master's reminder, I saw that the blood dripping from the pig's head should have fallen on the confession, but the current confession is so clean that there is no trace of blood.It stands to reason that even if it seeps into the confession, there should be bloodstains on the surface.Moreover, this kind of sacrifice is held every other year in the village, and the confession is supposed to receive a drop of blood from the pig's head every time. After such a long time, how could it be possible that there is not even a trace of blood.

I stared at the drops of blood that continued to drip from the pig's head, and the drops of blood that dripped onto the confession case disappeared in an instant.

I believe that several of them also noticed this abnormality, and we stared at Master at the same time.

The master deduced: "Although this mountain temple is worshiped by people, the incense is not very prosperous. Up to now, the yin energy has overshadowed the yang energy. Coupled with the annual blood sacrifice, it is full of blood rot. It’s really a good place to nourish your yin.”

At this moment, Wei Meng, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly said, "Master Yuan, why don't I split up the confession case and have a look."

The master shook his head and said, "Don't worry, the noise of this blood sacrifice is so loud, and the smell of blood will definitely attract the attention of the yin nourisher. Maybe we can find some new clues if we squat here tonight. .”

As soon as he entered the mountain, he found an abnormality.This actually made us a little inexplicably excited.There is an urge to know the truth of the matter.

Seeing us all eager to try, Master said casually: "Don't worry, I guess we won't know until evening. During this time, let's walk around and get familiar with the environment in the mountains."

By the time the sacrifice was over, the sky was already bright.Mu Zhuer muttered: "The old village chief is not very particular. After the sacrifice, why did he take away so much pork, and didn't say to save some for us, so we can have a tooth-making sacrifice at noon."

Wei Meng suddenly pulled out a pair of bows and arrows from behind. At first glance, it was not a toy used to kill ghosts two days ago, but a set of real ones.Wei Meng got into the dense forest with his bow and arrow in hand, I was a little worried that he would get lost.

The master said: "Don't worry, among us, the one with the most jungle experience should be Wei Meng. When he participated in the Sino-Vietnamese border war, he mostly fought in the jungle. He will definitely find him back."

(End of this chapter)