The hillside is covered with red.
Fire pots were set up in front of every house, and Mo Yingge felt that the temperature of the entire village had risen a few degrees.
"Aren't you afraid of an accidental fire when you set up the brazier like this?"
Mo Yingge asked Dashan. She was naturally not afraid of flames, and bathing in lava was not a problem for her.
But this village is all made of stone and wood structures. If one of them catches fire, it will be a huge disaster.
"It's okay. The wood for our house is all fire wood from the back mountain. It is very heat-resistant and generally cannot be burned." Dashan replied.
"If it really burns down, it will be a real blessing from the fire spirit!" These were the words of Dashan's wife, who didn't seem to care about the house being burned down.
Mo Yingge smacked his tongue slightly. This may be their custom, and it is naturally difficult for outsiders to understand.
"Sister, let's go see Huo Huo!"
Xiao Shan didn't know that his mother was happy to burn down his house, so he happily ran in circles beside Mo Yinge's legs, and then ran away happily.
The word "aunt" was also coined by this little guy. The little guy was asked by Dashan to call Mo Yingge aunt, but Mo Yinge himself forced him to call him sister, and then he fainted.
"Hey, hey, run slower!"
Moyinge held Little Flame Fairy in his arms and trotted to follow her.
In the middle of the village, there is a circle of tall stone platforms, covering an area of several hundred square meters and nearly two meters high.
What is even more shocking than the stone platform is the tree growing in the middle.
A giant tree with a dark trunk and golden leaves!
The tree was not straight, but winding, with a huge crown spread out like an umbrella. Mo Yinge counted a total of nine branches, each of which was larger than an adult's waist.
And the tree trunk requires several people to hug it to surround it.
At first glance, Moyinge looks a bit like a combination of a ginkgo tree and a maple tree, but upon closer inspection, it is not at all.
"This is probably what they call fire wood. It looks really magical. The leaves are golden like flames, and the trunk is dark as if it has been burned.
Moreover, this tree can slowly absorb the fire element in the air. I am afraid this tree is a natural treasure! "Mo Yingge couldn't help but sigh.
At this moment, many people had come to the field. They were all wearing the most formal and simple clothes and gold and silver jewelry. Mo Yinge was in a trance, as if he was dreaming back to a long time ago.
"whisper!"
Little Flame Fairy's eyes were wide open and she was looking around. She was like a child at heart, and everything she saw was new and interesting.
Mo Yinge got closer and found that someone was placing some fire crystal stones on the stacked stone platform. As the patterns continued to be outlined, she saw clearly that these were the flame patterns on the door rails of their houses.
As preparations for the ancient rituals continued to be completed, more and more people came, and some people were already praying with their families.
Dashan told her that the real ceremony would begin at noon, when the sun was strongest.
At the same time, Mo Yingge looked at the calendar and saw that in two days it would be the Great Heat, and it would be Zhongfu, and the weather would be the hottest.
“Buzz~~~~~~~”
Invisible fluctuations spread out, and the fire wood tree seemed to have received some kind of blessing. The intensity of absorbing the fire element suddenly became much stronger, and a misty red gauze could be vaguely seen in the air.
"this!!"
Mo Yinge's eyes narrowed and he was extremely surprised.
This level of fire element gathering power is already comparable to when she releases high-level magic. It is simply unbelievable. Is this done by a tree? !
"It seems like this village is special!"
She observed carefully and was surprised to find that those who had placed the fire crystals just now were surrounded by the aura of fire element. They were obviously fire magicians.
Some are even as strong as mid-level!
Don’t underestimate the mid-level magicians. If the basic magic is limited to a single person and can at most tear down a room, then the scope of influence of the mid-level magic can be extended to a street. The range of magic's influence is enough to cover a small city area!
For example, the high-level fire magic released by Mo Yingge - Sky Flame Funeral, the core area where the fireworks fall is a hundred meters in radius. This does not include the splashing of fire rain and the flowing flames.
In fact, a mid-level magician is enough to dominate a small city. For example, in Mo Yingge's hometown of Bo City, the main leaders of big powerful organizations are only mid-level magicians, and the entire city of Bo is just a mid-level magician. Zhan Kong is just a high-level magician.
So don't look down on mid-level magicians. It's not a top-level school everywhere, it's a place where top talents from all over the country gather. This is a cognitive illusion.
From the perspective of Mo Yingge's circle, this village was nothing, but it was really extraordinary that a remote area could cultivate so many magical talents.
"I feel like the magicians in this village can destroy our entire city of Bo if we pull them out." Mo Yingge complained silently in his heart.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!..."
One brazier after another was carried to the prescribed place and lit.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."
The drum was beaten by a shirtless man, and the sound shook the sky.
"I'm coming!"
"Xingxingxing!!"
Mo Yingge stood aside holding the excited little Flame Fairy. The sun was almost at its highest point. She was looking forward to more and more surprises this festival would bring to her.
Little Flame Fairy pointed to the Huomu tree and said that it looked like the tree where she was born.
"It's really a bit similar, they are both flame trees." Moyinge smiled and touched the little guy's head.
Little Flame Fairy didn't feel any homesickness. She just felt that the tree contained a lot of fire energy, and it would be very comfortable to stay there and see it.
"Be good, that's someone else's treasure, we can't be willful~"
"Xin Xin!"
Little Yan Ji nodded, saying that she was a good baby and would definitely listen to Mom's words.
There is also a stone sundial the size of a millstone next to the square. Time and wind and sand have eroded the original patterns engraved on it, but the stone needle can still point out when the sun is high.
In the quaint music, the tall old priest led a large number of people slowly walking along the stone road.
Today, he is not as unkempt as in the past. He is wearing his most solemn and exclusive clothes, holding a scepter that is neither gold nor wood, and many gold and jade articles hanging on his body.
Ancient and majestic!
Mo Yingge seemed to see one of the oldest witches walking slowly out of the dusty history. The weight of ancient history almost made her suffocate.
Every step the old priest took seemed to be stepping on the frequency of human heartbeat. His image was infinitely magnified in her eyes, and the echo of his footsteps seemed to reverberate between heaven and earth, shaking through the sky.
"No, no, this is a mental illusion?!"
Mo Yingge struggled mentally for a while, and his eyes finally regained clarity. He raised his head and looked forward, and found that the old priest had also glanced at her.
Still as peaceful as before.
She looked around again, but found that no one was abnormal. It seemed that she was the only one who had hallucinated just now.
"It was definitely not a hallucination just now. What on earth did you want to do?"
Mo Yinge suddenly felt that things were not simple. She originally thought it was just a special festival celebration, but later she just lamented the beautiful scenery and beautiful people here. However, the old priest's behavior just now made her feel as if she was trapped in an inexplicable whirlpool.
Wish book friends long and healthy life!
(End of chapter)
