Chapter 193 Yanshan (4K)
"What should we do now?"
On the tomb hill, the four of them looked around, looking at the tombs full of pits.
"Collect and cover. Leave a note explaining the situation."
Li Ang thought for a moment and said: "It gets dark quickly here. After covering the coffin, we will go behind the mountain."
According to Zhuo Wenbai, everything in Qishui Village originated from the lake in the back mountain that can produce black fish. It was the place where the celebration was held, and it was also the last place that Li Ang and his party hadn't explored.
Everyone worked together to clean up the coffin and walked down the grave.
At this time, the villagers in Qishui Village had finished their farm work ahead of schedule and gathered in the village. They changed out of their brown clothes and put on ragged and old clothes, silently and orderly arranging candles, drums, lanterns and other celebration props.
"Those clothes are made old on purpose."
Ji Xing looked into the distance and said, "It was new clothes, but they were cut into tatters and patched."
Guan Anyan asked: "Is it to imitate the previous legend?"
"Well, it should be."
Ji Xingwang said: "They dressed up as the ancestors who were fleeing at that time.
Just like folk dances in some places, they use collective performances to restore the deeds in ancient legends. "
Accompanied by Ji Xingwang's words, a group of villagers came slowly carrying long strips of fishing nets. The whole village seemed to have gathered here, including the villagers in the ancestral hall that Li Ang and others saw during the day.
Except Zhuo Wenbai's family.
"They are going to pack their things and prepare to go up the mountain."
Seeing this, Ji Xingwang shouted, "They are going to change when the sun goes down, and we have to go to the mountain before them."
“.”
Looking at Qishui Village, counting the number of people present, Li Ang was silent for a long time, then suddenly took out a pen and paper, drew a woman's face on the paper, and showed it to others, "Do you recognize this face?"
"Um?"
The three were puzzled, Yu Yong glanced at it, and asked in doubt: "This is a bit like Empress Qihuai?"
The two brothers Yu Yong and Yu Yuan visited the Qihuai Niangniang Temple in Bingzhou City, which was rumored to be very effective, and they were able to get a lottery, so they were very impressed.
"Empress Qihuai"
Li Ang realized something, and said: "Go to the mountain to investigate, I will go to other places to explore, if you encounter danger, I will launch communication fireworks."
"What?! You still have to split up at this time?"
Ji Xingwang, who has always been prudent and steady, couldn't help questioning at this moment: "And where did you get this painting?"
"To make a long story short, it's a long story, I'd better not say it."
Li Ang said quickly: "Now it's just a guess. By the way, if you meet Yu Shusheng and the others, you must ask about the origin of the Qihuai Niangniang Temple near Bingzhou."
After finishing speaking, he kicked off the ground and quietly jumped into the dense forest.
Ji Xingwang and the three wanted to ask again, but at this time the sun was setting and the thick fog was slowly creeping out from the mountains and forests, gradually covering their sight.
In the distant mountain village, the group of Qishui villagers also played drums and marched up the mountain.
"What is he doing?"
Yu Yong clenched his teeth and said, "It's been said that there is a ghost in the fog. Is he going to die? Or does he want to escape alone."
"Brother Road is not that kind of person."
Guan Anyan made an excuse, and frowned unconsciously. Her intuition is extremely keen, and she "feels" that Luffy is not a bad person, but she also faintly feels that the other party is always a little less popular, as if he has practiced evil skills.
"Okay, we can't stop him if he wants to leave."
Ji Xingwang looked away, and said in a deep voice, "Go up the mountain. Go to the lake before the villagers."
——
Zhuo Wenbai's home is here.
Li Ang quietly pushed open the door, and Zhuo Wenbai, his wife, and their daughter were not here.
"Sure enough."
He opened his mouth and spat out a piece of fish—it was black fish regurgitated from his abdominal cavity and cooked by Zhuo Wenbai's wife.
It is said that because of the existence of Qishui God, the black fish in the lake can be caught by people. Therefore, Qishui Village has to worship the **** every year, and those who eat the snakehead fish may see the phantom of Qishui God.
But just now, when Li Ang chewed the black fish meat, what he saw was Empress Qihuai's face.
"Seven Huai Empress, God of Dwelling Water"
He muttered to himself, put away the fish, and pushed the door out.
——
The shadows of the trees in the back mountain are flickering, cold and inexplicable,
Ji Xingwang and others arrived at Houshan first, and saw that the lake in Houshan was indeed as described by Zhuo Wenbo, the lake shore was round and intact, and the lake water was clear and clean.
By the remaining afterglow of the setting sun, one can see the black fishes swimming calmly in the lake.
"There is a stone tablet here!"
Yu Yong saw at a glance a stone tablet standing obliquely on the edge of the lake.
The stele is in the shape of a column as a whole, with moss and dry vines growing on the back, and the front is relatively well preserved because it faces down obliquely, and many crooked and curved scratches can be barely seen on it.
"Qi Wen."
Ji Xingwang took a deep breath, immediately let Yu Yong get out of the way, and leaned forward to observe carefully.
"The Qi Wen is the writing on the oracle bones of the Yin and Shang Dynasties. It got its name because it was carved on tortoise shells and animal bones with a Qi knife. It is the content of epigraphy."
Guan Anyan explained to Yu Yong: "Senior Brother Chu is the one who studies Qiwen."
"oh."
Yu Yong nodded. The study of epigraphy began in the Sui Dynasty before. Some sects, such as Taixuanzong, collected a large number of bamboo slips, oracle bones, bronzes, and stone tablets. They studied the characters on them, trying to restore the history of ancient times. Gain the power of the ancient monk.
It is said that in ancient times there was no way of cultivation, humans and gods lived together, and the closer the blood is to the gods, the stronger the power they have. For example, "Hua Xu walked in the footsteps of a great man, and Fuxi was born in Lei Ze."
After the era of cohabitation between humans and gods ended, the Shang Dynasty still worshiped the theory of ghosts and gods. Whether it was war, grazing, plowing the fields, or praying for rain, one had to pray to the gods for guidance.
It wasn't until the Haotian Daomen appeared later that the worship of ghosts and gods gradually turned into the worship of Haotian, that is, the sky itself. And the method of practice in the world has also changed from blood inheritance to cultivation based on spiritual veins.
Because of that ancient history, involving the secret of the birth of Haotian Daomen,
The successive generations of headmasters of Haotian Daomen have been sparing no effort to cover up and clear away the secrets in Taihao Mountain.
This also led to the Central Plains Dynasty's cognition of the history before the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, which stagnated at the stage of legends and myths.
In fact, the reason why Emperor Taixuan was able to take the lead in studying epigraphy was because they were powerful and secretive.
On the other hand, it was also because in the former Sui Dynasty, the several headmasters of Haotian Daomen died prematurely or died unexpectedly, which led to endless turmoil in Mount Taihao. greatly weakened,
Only then did Taixuanzong and other sects grow wantonly, and led to the expansion of the follow-up school, and gradually gained the confidence not to be afraid of Haotian Daomen.
Yu Yong has no interest in this historical secret, but Ji Xingwang, who has been studying epigraphy, is very excited.
He lightly brushed the notch with the palm of his hand, rubbed out something like a thin paste from the notch, and muttered "Baiji water"
"Brother Chu has been here?"
Guan Anyan said excitedly.
Bletilla striata, a traditional Chinese medicine, is soaked in water and boiled to obtain viscous glue, which is one of the tools for epigraphy rubbing.
The traces of bletilla striata water are still very clear, which means that someone has been here not long ago and rubbed the stele—obviously it was Chu Haoman.
"Well. Haoman came here before us, and must have obtained some information. Now we just need to figure out the words on the stone tablet."
Guan Anyan asked: "Teacher, what does the deed above mean?"
"Jiawu divination should not be used today. 胹."
Ji Xingwang shook his head, got up and said: "No, these words have been peeled off and weathered a lot, so I can't fully interpret them, I can only barely guess.
In this sentence, Jiawu is the date of divination.
Zhen was a person who specialized in divination and asking gods in the Shang Dynasty.
And Xun, "Zuo Zhuan·Xuan Gong Two Years" says that Zai Fu Xun Xiong Xun is not familiar with it. It means overcooked.
It sounds like in the Jiawu period, I asked someone for divination and asked the gods, got a certain result, and cooked something. "
"Do people in the Shang Dynasty need divination even when eating and cooking?"
Yu Yong frowned,
Before Ji Xingwang could give an explanation, the sound of drum music started to approach from far to near.
The group of Qishui villagers walked up the mountain with lanterns and candles and fishing nets.
"Hide."
Ji Xingwang immediately retreated with the two of them, hiding far away in the depths of the dense forest, setting up sound-proof symbols and other talismans, concealing his breath, and quietly observing the actions of the villagers in Qishui.
Dusk has come, and the villagers of Qishui appear more dull and numb. Some people's limbs are twisted and their bodies are blurred. They are only one step away from completely turning into evil spirits.
But they are still driven by the power of the dark, strictly implementing the celebration process, as if they are performing for ghosts and tourists who do not exist.
The villagers in tattered clothes appeared as the ancestors of refugees and circled the lake for several weeks.
The drum band is engrossed in playing loud music with ecstasy.
I don’t know whether the dance was originally like this, or because the actors have turned into ghosts, the whole process presents a strange and creepy feeling.
Ji Xingwang, who was spying in the shadows, felt cold all over his body, his five senses trembled, and disgust, irritability and fear spontaneously arose in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, the dance finally ended, and the villagers moved out a heavy wooden square table covered with a red cloth—something bulging was obviously placed on the table, and its outline emerged from the red cloth.
Soon Ji Xingwang and the three knew what it was,
Accompanied by a villager who lifted the red cloth, several plates of neatly stacked whole grains were presented on the table.
All the villagers poured the whole grains into the lake, and the lake immediately splashed,
Countless snakeheaded fish that originally swam in the lake surfaced one after another, eating food.
Clah—
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the villagers dipped their fishing nets into the lake, knelt down on the ground, and prayed.
"teacher"
Guan Anyan said softly: "The shape of those food placements"
"I know, like people."
Ji Xingwang inhaled and said: "The head is rice, the body is millet, the heart is millet, the hands are wheat, and the feet are bean. They form a human shape. This should be a simulation of the scene where the Qishui **** dipped into the lake when the village was built."
"Ahhhhhhhhh—"
The sharp neighing sound interrupted Ji Xingwang's words.
In the lake, the group of fat black fishes did not fall into the fishing net after devouring whole grains, but slipped away one after another along the gaps in the fishing net.
This incident seemed to have brought great fear to the villagers of Qishui. They stopped the drumming and performances, gathered around the lake, looked into the lake, and let out screams of panic.
Gudong Gudong.
The surface of Qishui Lake is like boiling soup, with large and small bubbles constantly appearing. Those whole grains that hadn't been eaten splashed out as the bubbles burst and sprinkled towards the lake.
"Is this part of the celebration? Or is the celebration a failure?"
Yu Yong asked subconsciously.
I saw that the lake continued to surge like boiling, forming a long flood, which extinguished the lanterns, washed away the soil on the riverside, and broke the trees along the bank.
The black fish in the lake were washed ashore by the current and ran aground one after another.
Looking around, countless snakeheaded fish are piled up on the ground, trees, and stones, making one wonder how deep the lake is, how many snakeheaded fish are there,
The villagers of Qishui Village were not at all happy about the fish catch. They screamed in fear, got up and retreated, and saw Ji Xingwang and the other three hiding in the forest through the broken and collapsed forest.
“.”
All the villagers froze in place, staring blankly at the three outsiders.
"Escape!"
Before he had time to think about it, Ji Xingwang threw several talismans forward, grabbed Yu Yong and Guan Anyan with both hands, performed the Feather Falling Technique, and slid down the mountain.
The half-demonized villagers seemed to have decided that they were the culprits who interfered with the celebration, and chased them frantically.
The wind whistling by my ears,
Ji Xingwang put a Feather Falling Technique on each of Yu Yong and Guan Anyan, allowing them to glide on their own, while he himself turned around and released the spells towards the villagers who were chasing them.
Fire binding, ground splitting, lightning strike, wind claw...
Boom boom boom boom!
Ji Xingwang, who is a monk in the Xunyun Realm, shot with all his strength, and the thunderous thunder struck straight down, and the raging fire ignited the forest.
The dozen or so ghosts that were chasing them were blown away, but there were even more ghosts that came rushing forward by falling.
"Wood contains yang energy, and if it is finely constructed, it will burn. Burning endlessly, it is a mountain of life."
Ji Xingwang saw this, his eyes flashed fiercely, he formed a formula with his hands, facing downwards, and swept heavily from bottom to top.
Hoo—
The strong wind blows towards the mountain along the track of his finger, and the moment it passes through the mountain forest, the temperature suddenly heats up.
Directly ignite the air, ignite the trees, and draw a nearly fifty-foot-long fire belt on the mountainside.
Passing Clouds · Flame Mountain Technique
The wind helps the fire, and the fire uses the power of the wind,
The fire belt spread rapidly, distorting and deforming the air, and the falling ghosts were also blocked from the fire belt.
"It should be able to delay for a quarter, half a quarter of an hour."
The pale-faced Ji Xingwang let out a long sigh of relief, and brought Yu Yong and Guan Anyan to the ground, his feet softened involuntarily.
"Hold on."
Yu Yong supported Ji Xingwang, and suddenly heard footsteps approaching from far away.
He suddenly turned his head to look at the forest, raised his arm, and held a dagger in his palm, ready to throw it at any time.
"Wait, it's me!"
The flustered Yu Shusheng ran out of the fog, breathless and said in a loud voice: "I just came from the graveyard, and Liao Kaifeng and Yan Yan who were with me have died and turned into ghosts.
Liao Kaifeng was killed once, and Yan Yan was also thrown off by me, but he may come over at any time. We'd better leave now"
"Not urgent."
A deep voice came from the mist,
Li Ang stepped closer, and casually threw a fat black fish on the ground.
"you"
Ji Xingwang looked at the black fish and realized instantly, "Have you been to Qishui Lake? You made the movement in the lake just now?"
"It's not me, to be precise, it's your disciple, Chu Haoman."
Li Ang said lightly: "We'd better move to the ancestral hall now, and in the process, Yu Scholar, you can tell me about the origin of the Qihuai Niangniang Temple."
(end of this chapter)