"This kind of image is similar to our Northeastern Baojiaxian."
Sun Daqiao stared at the statue for a few times and recalled the Baojiaxian statue he once worshiped. Except that the Lilangjun statue had no eyes, the rest of it was similar to the Baojiaxian statue.
"Abandoning these weird and confusing things, most of the wild immortals have this shape. It can be said to be the image that the common people have agreed upon. From Black Mama to the Five Immortals, everyone is like this. What I am more curious about is that there are traces of Lingnan Nuo ghosts here!"
"Lingnan Nuo ghost?"
Yue Guanchao listened to this completely unfamiliar word and looked at Song Siyuan curiously.
"Yes, the Nuo ghost culture and the Northeast Five Immortals culture are simply a fusion of Buddhism and Taoism with shamanism. It is represented by the shamanic dance culture. Ceremonies often include elements such as shaman drums, waist bells, hand whips, and colorful clothes. , but the Tanuki Immortal Festival in front of me is completely different."
"You see, except for Li Langjun, who is an image of the immortal family, the rest of the sacrificial priests do not have anything like the shaman at all. Instead, they have camphor ghost faces, puppets, and opera images such as Shengdan Jingmo Chou. In addition, The gongs, drums, cymbals and other musical instruments in the hands, as well as the wild and unrestrained movements, are probably the Nuo opera from Lingnan."
Yue Guanchao followed Song Siyuan's fingers and saw that on both sides of the statue of Li Langjun, the Nuo performer Bai Wu was indeed completely different from the shaman performer he had seen.
These Nuo opera witches do not know their age, identity, gender or age. They are only seen wearing flower-drum Peking opera-like embroidered costumes, with flowing skirts and rippling skirts. Their faces are covered with richly colored Nuo opera ghost faces, which can be seen in strange superpositions of red, yellow, pink and blue. The totem is decorated with long golden pheasant feathers on the top of the head, which is trembling and simple, simple and wild!
After a while, the Nuo Opera Hundred Witches came closer and closer, and Yue Guanchao was able to see it more clearly!
Most of the hundreds of witches in these Nuo operas dance forward on a round platform, or use ghost-faced lanterns with dizzy colors, or use silk threads to hang weird and mysterious witch puppets. Their long sleeves are swaying and unstable, and they strike from time to time The colorful silk leather drum on the waist floats and moves with the roar of gongs and cymbals, coupled with the curling of sacrificial incense lit around the float, it seems like an ancient shaman coming in the mist.
When Li Langjun entered the fort, he finally stopped in front of the high stone platform. This was a round stone plate located in the center of the fort. It was about the size of four or five private houses. There were stairs and horse paths on all sides for going up and down. It should have been used as a platform in the town. stage.
In front of the stage, a fan-shaped light stand has already been set up.
It can be seen that the huge fan faces east to west, which corresponds to the direction of Tiesha Mountain. The lamp stands are made of thick black wood, interspersed in rows like beams and brackets. Five-color silk can be seen between the tenon gaps, and there are hundreds of cat-shadow lanterns. Hang from the top of the light stand.
But after a moment, there was another roar of the old dragon, and someone shouted: "The clan is mature."
The crowd looked left and right and automatically divided into two sides. There were four or five old men in long robes and mandarin jackets, walking up the stairs on both sides, standing on the stone platform while breathing.
"Dear fellow villagers, dear relatives and friends, Yuping Town's annual Civet Immortal Ceremony begins now. Beating drums and howling, exorcising ghosts and eradicating epidemics, worshiping gods and witches, ancestors are virtuous, I am here to enjoy the virtues and graces …”
These old men are all in their seventies or eighties. They have huge beards, withered and old folds all over their faces. They are at a pampered age. Even their fingernails are an inch long. They look like old zombies crawling out of the coffin, no matter how much they say. , the smoker's voice is always unclear.
Yue Guanchao had no intention of watching these old coffin scum singing, and instead turned his attention to the Nuo opera Hundred Witches.
Although these Nuo operas are different from dancing to the gods, they are also the relics of the ancient witch worship culture. They still display skills and magical skills. These witches stand in front of the stage and show off non-stop. They performed the fire kang, stomping on the fire bricks, swallowing and spitting fire, and stepping on the knife ladder, just like a folk juggling troupe, which made the audience cheer, clap and make noises.
"I think the accents of these elders are from Lingnan, right?"
Just as Song Siyuan finished speaking, a strange voice came to mind: "Young girl has good eyesight, even Lingnan people and Hakka people know it~"
Everyone turned around and saw that this middle-aged man was dressed as a scholar in long robes. Judging from the folding fans on his sleeves, he must be a storyteller!
"Sir, why are there Hakkas in the Northeast?"
This really made Song Siyuan curious. The Northeast is eight thousand miles away from Lingnan. With such a long distance, it is completely impossible to migrate.
"It's not like they migrated here."
The old scholar shook his head: "Who migrated to a bitter and cold place? These people were exiled to the outside world. I heard that they were from the Jinhuamen of the former dynasty. They specialized in stealing gold mines behind the government. Ding Mao was captured by the old lady of the former dynasty after Qihuang. After being caught, they were all sent to a harsh and cold place. These people are also quite capable. After more than twenty years, they have become the clan elders."
After saying that, the old scholar shook his fan and walked away, stretching his head to look outside.
"No wonder it feels like Lingnan Nuo opera. It turns out that most of these elders are from Lingnan, so aren't they the same hometown as Kong Deshun?"
Song Siyuan saw the problem here at a glance!
