The merchants in charge held their breath and stepped forward to see what instructions Mazu had given, only four words.
"Invite the clouds to the sky".
"Summon Yun Kong? What do you mean?"
"Does Yunkong mean that the sky is clear? Is it also a person's name?" Everyone was talking about it, but they had no clue.
A maritime businessman cautiously interrupted: "I probably know what Yunkong means." Compared with these big guys who opened up routes, he was just a junior.
"Who is this?" asked the leader of the Maritime Chamber of Commerce.
"I am Liang Daoqing from Guangzhou."
"It turns out that he is a ship owner from Guangzhou. Brother Liang also took the Bo Ni route?" the leader of the Maritime Chamber of Commerce said, "What do you think Yunkong is?"
"To be honest, Yun Kong is a Taoist priest. He got on our ship from Guangzhou and took him to Bali."
"Oh, you mean...the one who will preside over the local Mazu temple?"
"That's right."
"So, is Mazu going to summon him back?" The leader of the chamber of commerce glanced at the Taoist priest, and the Taoist priest immediately went to throw a scorpion.
The result is: holy dragon, holy dragon, holy dragon.
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The sea breeze started blowing a little strangely.
Yun Kong walked to the threshold and looked at the sea in the distance.
It was still morning, but the dark clouds looked like the sky had collapsed. There was no thunder and lightning, only clouds rolling strangely across the sky like rivers.
Yun Kong could feel that the dark clouds on the sea were mixed with a lot of resentment, as if there were countless innocent souls trying to take advantage of the wind and rain to land on land from the sea.
Yun Kong remembered that every year the temple would hold the "Liang Huang Bao Confession" or the "Water and Land Dharma Assembly" to liberate the souls of wronged souls. Thinking about it this way, how can they save the innocent souls who died in the sea? For example, Liang Daoqing once told him that many merchant ships went to sea and never came back. They sank at an unknown point on the route. It was said that these ghosts would sometimes come in the wind and rain.
The sky became lower, and the air was filled with moisture, so saturated it felt like it was dripping.
"Is this the time of year when it rains?" Yun Kong sighed, "I remember the rainy season has just passed."
The clouds and sky experienced this last year. It rained continuously from morning to night every day. Such days would last for three or four months. No wonder I heard Master Deng Xin Deng Huo mention it before in Yinshan Temple that India, where the Buddha came from, has summer settlements during the rainy season every year. Since it rains every day and it is inconvenient for monks to go out to beg for food, they stay in the temple and practice diligently... Yun Kong finally saw this. It's such a long rainy season.
The rainy season in Bo Ni is from the end of the year to the beginning of the next year. When the northeast monsoon begins to blow, Yun Kong rode the northeast monsoon up to Bo Ni.
However, it should be the dry season now, and it should be the junction of spring and summer in the Song Dynasty.
"Fortunately, there is food in storage," Hongye said, walking to the kitchen, "What do you want to eat today?"
It is not advisable to cook outside the house on cloudy and rainy days, but cooking in a stilt wooden house will not burn down the house. The Tibetan people have their own secrets. They put a tall wooden box in the corner of the kitchen, filled with sand, and then burned wood on the sand to start a fire, so that the house would not burn down.
"Is there some rice?" Yun Kong said, walking towards the kitchen.
They both stopped at the same time and looked at the kitchen floor warily.
Squatting on the ground was a slippery man with dark blue skin, long hair tangled with conch shells and seaweed, and a wet rag wrapped around his waist.
"Who are you?" Hongye asked him in Fan dialect.
The man turned his head. He had deep facial features, but his eyes were as wide as a fish, with the pupil in the center, and he really couldn't blink. He held a handful of rice in his hand and rice grains were stained on the corner of his mouth: "Can you speak our words?"
"Yes, who are you?" Hongye asked again sternly.
"This is very hard." The weirdo pointed to his chewing mouth and showed the rice in his hand to Hongye.
"It must be cooked before it can be eaten. Who are you?"
"Can you cook it for me? I want to eat it."
Hongye sighed: "Who are you?"
"I am Umboh, here to find him." He pointed to the clouds, with a lot of water dripping from his outstretched arms.
Yun Kong also wanted to sigh, why was his home always visited by people coming and going freely? How on earth did they get in?
"You have damaged the rice." Hongye pointed at the pottery urn containing rice next to the weirdo, fearing that the water on the man's body would drip into the rice urn, "Don't get it wet."
"Cook it for me," the weirdo stared at Hongye with his round eyes. Seeing that Hongye was displeased, he added, "Okay?"
Hongye saw that he had no ill intentions, so she walked past him and moved the pottery jar away. She originally wanted to take away the rice grains in his hand, but when she saw his sticky palms and the smell of salty sea water when she was close to him, she Then gave up. Hongye picked up the rice on the surface of the pottery urn, and it was indeed wet with water, so he used the rice to cook.
The rice was brought by merchant ships and was very precious. Hongye would not cook it alone, but would cook it with some local red rice, black rice, millet or wild rice.
"What's the matter with you?" Yun Kong asked Weng Bo politely.
"I don't come here often," Weng Bo said. "I'm not the god of Dushun, I'm the god of Bayao."
The residents of the village where Yunkong lives call themselves the "Dusun" tribe. They are a large tribe that spreads widely in the north of Bo Ni, living in the flatlands and mountainous areas.
The "Bajau" people live by the sea and are very good at swimming. They occasionally attack the Dushun people and even capture them as slaves and give them to maritime merchants to be sold abroad.
Judging from Weng Bo's appearance, he should be a sea god.
Furthermore, in the Tibetan language, the waves are called "ombak", which has the same origin as "Umboh". Yunkong believed that he was right.
In fact, what Weng Bo said was not very similar to Dushun dialect, but many words had similar pronunciations, and Yun Kong could roughly guess what he meant. If we trace the origin, Wengbo actually speaks an older language, something that was spoken by their ancestors when they first settled here.
"You have come all the way to see me, right?" Yun Kong asked.
"I know Long Gong. Long Gong told me that I can come to you. It's not difficult for you to talk." Long Gong is the mountain god. Yun Kong and Hongye once cooperated with the mountain god to transport the dipterocarp king to the holy mountain and stop the eruption of the volcano on the holy mountain. .
"Are you Poseidon?"
"It can be said that the river is not mine and the lake is not mine."
"How can I help?"
"Lungon told me that a new god is coming."
Yun Kong didn't understand his intention and couldn't guess, so he could only say: "Yes."
"Why are the new gods coming?"
"Protect Tang merchants to be safe at sea."
"Protect the people of Tang Dynasty safely?"
"Not just people from Tang Dynasty, but also people from the sea will be protected."
"Also protect the Bajau people? Also protect the Dushun people?"
Yun Kong listened carefully, hoping to hear whether there was any displeasure in his tone: "As long as you want to help, the gods will help."
The sea water dripping from Weng Bo's body wetted the ground and was flowing down through the cracks in the floor. He seemed deep in thought, with a puzzled expression on his face.
The red leaves lit a fire, and the rice grains were cooked in the water. The aroma of rice gradually wafted out, which shocked Weng Bo's spirit. He looked up at Yun Kong, his round eyes attracting Yun Kong's gaze like magic: "Who are you? Are you a Tang Dynasty wizard?"
"Yes."
"What is your purpose in bringing the New God in?"
Yun Kong gradually understood his thoughts.
"It's not that I want new gods to come in," Yunkong said, "it's because the people of the Tang Dynasty were on the sea. They had to take long ships and go to a very big sea. The gods of the Tang people were far away, and the people of the Tang Dynasty hoped that the gods could also be there. The sea here protects them.”
"Weng Bo can also protect the Tang people."
"Is Weng Bo willing to protect the Tang people?"
"As long as they offer me flesh and blood, fragrant rice, and rice wine."
It turns out that he is the god of blood-eating. The more primitive gods all eat blood. In exchange, if you don't dedicate it to him, you will suffer disasters.
Is Weng Bo also such a god?
Yunkong judged from his round eyes that his original form must be a fish, maybe a fish spirit, right? The offerings he wanted were not available in the water.
Having said that, half-cooked pigs and sheep, wine, tea, flowers, red eggs, fruits, etc. are also used to worship Mazu. It seems that she is also a blood-eating god.
However, if you don’t worship Mazu, you won’t suffer disaster.
I heard that Mazu was a Taoist woman in the early Song Dynasty. She was famous for healing and saving people when she was a human. How could she harm human lives after becoming a god?
Yunkong tried: "But Wengbo is the god of the Bayao people, and Wengbo doesn't live here either."
