After Zhao Zhijia finished speaking, the old man next to him held his head high and said, "Worship the mountain god!"
This sound was low and long, and had a desolate feeling in the night.
Everyone stopped talking and looked at them solemnly.
We outsiders were all attentive and enjoying the ancient rituals.
The first person to appear was Aunt Gu, which was definitely an exception for her.
Both Zhao Zhiguo and Xiaolian once told me that Aunt Gu never believed in these things about gods, and she never participated in the so-called worship of mountain gods.
Today, Aunt Gu not only took the initiative to show off, but also specially dressed up. She wore a set of ethnic costumes with exposed arms and calves, a red ribbon on her forehead, and her hair draped over her shoulders.
Standing together with Xiaolian in student clothes behind her, she was like two delicate mother-daughter flowers.
Zhao Zhiguo was sitting on the right with a gloomy face, smoking a cigarette constantly, feeling dissatisfied with everyone staring at his wife.
Gu Auntie's ceremony begins in front of the main house door.
She looked dignified, and Xiaolian behind her held a wooden tray in her hand, which contained a handful of incense and a bowl-shaped oil lamp.
The two people walked very slowly, step by step, to the altar table at the courtyard gate.
Aunt Gu clasped her palms together, raised them in front of her chest, performed a standard salute, and chanted loudly.
"The villagers of Daijin have lived here for generations. The people are simple and honest, and everyone is kind and loyal. I sincerely pray for peace and prosperity for the country and the people, and good weather."
"Please protect me from the mountain god!"
As soon as Aunt Gu finished speaking, the surrounding villagers stood up and started shouting.
"Please protect me from the mountain god."
Aunt Gu continued without squinting her eyes.
"With a stick of incense, the clan elders respect heaven and earth!"
Three old men walked out from behind the table on the left. Each of them took a stick of incense from Xiaolian's hand and lit it in the oil lamp. Respectfully place it on the incense burner, kneel on the ground and bow three times and nine times before sitting down.
"Two sticks of incense, thank God for my official status!"
Zhao Zhiguo, Zhao Zhijia, and the two brothers represented the two village chiefs inside and outside. Each of them took three sticks of incense and kowtowed.
"Three sticks of incense, the boy worships the mountain god."
I dressed up and took the lead to walk over. The four girls on the left were: Xiaolian, Wang Man, and two girls from Dajin Village.
On the right are four men, Du Jun, Liu Qingshan and two other villagers.
There were five men and four women in total. Each of them kowtowed with a stick of incense.
There are exactly three, six, and nine on the incense burner, three rows of high incense.
Worshiping the mountain god is very particular, and the elders represent the traditional clan's respect for heaven and earth.
Zhao Zhiguo, Zhao Zhijia, is a village chief, holding an official position to repay the country's kindness.
We young men and women represent the future and the hope of Dajin Village. We hope that the mountain gods will bless Dajin Village and continue it from generation to generation.
Especially this year, Zhao Zhiguo and Zhao Zhijia persuaded me to take the lead in offering incense and worshiping gods.
First, I hope to get some of my fairy spirit. Second, we are all knowledgeable people, and I hope that Dajin Village will have more students in the future.
The aromas ignite and entwine with each other!
Aunt Gu sang loudly: "Reunion for a long time, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the mountain gods bless us, and the weather is smooth.
Dajin Village worships the mountain god!
Zhao Zhijia and the elder lit the bonfire in the courtyard together.
Boom, boom, boom!
The sound of waist drum sounded, and a man and a woman walked out of the main room.
The woman also wears an exotic costume, with a ribbon tied around her waist, bells hanging on her wrists and ankles, and colorful paint on her face. She is none other than Horse Goddess.
The other helper, the stout man, also put on the same style of clothes, with a two-sided drum hanging on his waist and a drum hammer in his hand.
The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited! Spirits from the past have come upon me,
Help me to control the weather and rain smoothly, and to show my magical powers from heaven to earth...
All, all, all! The waist drum kept beating, and Goddess Ma danced an ancient dance in the courtyard.
Her steps are light and her waist is swaying. Regardless of whether she can really attract the gods, this dance posture and movement are indeed worthy of everyone's appreciation.
In particular, this kind of atmosphere can arouse the deepest emotions in people's hearts to the greatest extent, such as family and country, family and friends, including love...
Many young lovers in Murakami held hands when they were infected. Du Jun had already firmly grasped Wang Man's hand.
It's a pity that Xiaolian is still standing next to Aunt Gu, but I feel that the eyes she looks at me are also full of tenderness.
Just as everyone was immersed in Ma Shenpo's divine song, I turned around and glanced at Du Jun and the others.
Stop looking, it’s time to get to work.
A few of us quietly entered the room and brought Sun Debiao and Feng Nan out.
Feng Nan was still in a daze, but after my treatment, Sun Debiao was able to move around with support.
There was a long rope tied around Feng Nan's waist, with a strange knot on it. At the other end of the long rope was a paper man with the same knot, and he was surrounded by several strips of fox fur clothes twisted together.
Sun Debiao helped Feng Nan stand behind the table tremblingly.
I took out five purple coins and formed a semicircle around the two of them according to the directions. There were five people standing in the other half at the corresponding positions.
In the middle is Du Jun, holding a shotgun in his hand.
There are four big bald heads in other positions: Zhao Jin, Zhao Bao, Zhao Dadan, plus Liang Li.
Liu Qingshan stood on the left holding a machete, and I stood on the right holding a magic wand, surrounding the table, Feng Nan, Sun Debiao, and the paper man.
Liang Li, Zhao Jin, and Zhao Bao participated in this kind of ritual for the first time, and they were filled with fear and excitement.
Especially Liang Li, who kept asking me before this, what is this? Is it feudal superstition? Are there any dangers? "
At that time, I told him in no uncertain terms that what the people value is good weather, and the position where the four of you are standing is to pray for good weather.
Du Jun represents the hunter. Didn't you see he was holding a shotgun?
Farmers and hunters are the two professions that make a living in the local area. We want to satisfy the prayers of the broad masses of the people, mainly farmers and hunters, and it is definitely not feudal superstition.
Liang Li was satisfied with such a high-profile hat, and felt that what he was doing was very meaningful.
In fact, I didn’t tell him, it’s a stupid job!
These are the five little ghost gatekeepers in the exorcism and soul summoning array. Their purpose is to stabilize Feng Nan's soul from being seduced away by the fox fairy. What is connected to Feng Nan and the paper man is called the Two Souls Concentric Knot.
The great fox fairy wanted to take away Feng Nan's soul, and the medium he used was the fox meat that Feng Nan had eaten.
According to Sun Debiao's recollection, there was a meat ball in the little fox fairy's belly, which smelled very fragrant after being cooked.
Sun Debiao didn't give it to anyone else, but it all went into Feng Nan's stomach.
I guess that is the inner elixir that the white fox has cultivated for many years. It is impossible for the Great Fox Immortal not to avenge such a blood feud.
It just so happens that the remaining energy of this inner elixir can help the Great Fox Fairy enchant the soul, which is why Feng Nan got sick.
I tied all those resentful fox skins to the paper man. Even if Feng Nan's soul dissipates, it will be inside the paper man in a short time, and I will have more room for maneuver.
These people stood here strangely, especially the paper figures and the four bald heads, which immediately attracted the attention of some villagers.
Everyone was whispering and pointing in this direction.
Just at this time.
Boom, boom, boom!
The drums got louder and louder, and Ma Shenpo jumped up high, spinning her body beautifully in the air and landing on the ground, raising her hands above her head, shaking like a snake.
He opened his mouth and blew into the fire.
Poof, a burst of flames spurted out.
