Judging from their clothing and accents, these people should all be Han, and they do not look like the Han people who have settled here. Although there are Han people in Tibet, there is no obvious difference between the Han people and the Tibetans. There are also many Tibetan areas now.
Nationalities mix.
"But how could these Han people invite such a great dancer?" I was a little confused. As far as I know, there is a traditional custom in Tibet of inviting wizards to exorcise evil spirits. Moreover, there are many wizards in backward and remote areas. Superstition and backwardness are the main reasons.
The soil on which these warlocks live.
"Is it possible that the warlocks in the mainland have no food to eat, and even the warlocks from the northeast have come to Dege?" I asked and answered myself.
"What the hell!"
At this moment, an old man came out and said to the warlock: "Master, this matter is so evil, I'm afraid I have to burn the body to get rid of it."
"Can't burn! This is not a black and white evil. The old lady was wronged during her lifetime and was killed by her wife who put rat poison on her. Her soul is still in the body and won't leave. Even if you burn her, she will be possessed and harm you.
people."
"That's it!" The old man listened carefully and submissively, not daring to say a word.
Then, I saw four sturdy men carrying a thin young woman out of the crowd. I was surprised that a skinny woman needed four men as strong as cattle to hold her? Look again, four strong men
, two held the woman's crotch, and the other two raised her feet. The woman's hands and feet were tied, and an iron muff was placed on her mouth to lock her teeth. Her hair was unkempt and her eyes were fierce.
"Holy shit, what are you doing!" I widened my eyes. This skinny woman was obviously passively lynched. They were probably going to do something bad to her next.
The old man cried and said to the tied woman: "Daughter-in-law, it's no wonder that my father-in-law killed someone to pay for his life. You poisoned your mother-in-law to death. Now your mother-in-law is unwilling to accept it. She is uneasy in her grave and wants to get up and take people to be buried with her. Just follow.
Let your mother-in-law go, she will feel at ease."
"I didn't kill anyone!" the woman screamed.
"The time has come!" The warlock waved his hand, and the noisy crowd immediately fell silent, and the sound of the suona and iron chimes suddenly stopped.
The sorcerer ordered the red copper coffin to be put down, and he saw a copper bell half the size of a human head hung on the four corners of the coffin. This kind of bell is very heavy, made of pure copper, and the copper wall is very thick. Even if there is a strong wind, it cannot blow.
.
"The old woman refused to close her eyes and went to her grave uneasy. She came back, captured her son to death, and made her daughter-in-law blame her. Now I want to punish the guilty woman on the spot."
"It seems that the old woman lying in the copper coffin is the old woman who was poisoned to death, and the young woman tied up next to her is her daughter-in-law." After hearing the general story, I couldn't help but feel cold, "This is just like Ma Wang.
It’s almost a marriage, isn’t this a burial?”
"Alas. Your condolences... This time I asked people to recast the red copper coffin. No matter how fierce the evil ghost is, it will not be able to get out. The evil ghost can enter the house through the wall, but it will never be able to penetrate gold, silver and copper!"
The guy boasted that red copper was used to carve the statue of Mr. Guan in the Ming Dynasty, which could ward off evil spirits. He also claimed that the evil spirit of the old woman could not be transcended and could only be sealed away forever.
“Remember not to open the coffin! Never open the coffin!!”
"Nonsense, pretending to be a ghost!"
Just then, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I was startled. When I turned around, I saw it was Huo Xinlan.
Huo Xinlan pulled me aside and asked, "Why did you come here?"
"Shh!"
Before he finished speaking, only blunt copper bells could be heard. The copper bells at the four corners of the coffin rang without any wind. The tied woman on the side struggled harder and harder, and a strange inhuman roar came from the mouth locked by the iron shield.
The man was a little overwhelmed.
"What's the situation!" Huo Xinlan didn't know what the situation was.
The copper bells on the four corners of the copper coffin ring dullly
, the warlock's face was full of horror, and he shouted repeatedly: "Evil spirit, it is Chenshi, you dare to cause trouble? Dust returns to dust, dust returns to earth, how can a person be resurrected after death, go to a good fetus!" After that, he walked out of his arms!
He took out a copper requiem bell and shook it vigorously.
At this time, the crowd gradually opened up, and a dozen people walked out from behind. The leader wore a green felt bone-carved mask, disheveled hair, and wore a five-color woven sheepskin jacket. His voice was low and hoarse, and it was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
, he shook his head and muttered: "The black cat's name is Yezi, you can't get up..."
"This..." I am familiar with this strange and weird sound, "This is not from Mawanggou..."
Seeing the arrival of masked people, the crowd started talking. The leader of the dozen or so people wore a mask with blue background and pink face, green face and fangs, like a Rakshasa eating man. The following ten people were all wrapped in black turbans and wearing
Black robe.
"These are people from the ancient Tibetan religion." I recognized their attire at a glance.
This group of Northeastern warlocks were very unhappy when they saw the sudden appearance of this beast. However, there were many people on the other side, so they did not dare to take any action. There are many rules and taboos for warlocks, and those who eat a bowl of food in the spiritual world attach great importance to the rules and regulations.
, one of them is not to compete with colleagues for jobs. In rural areas, there is usually only one magician or medium in every village. Even if there are two magicians in the local area, they will learn different things. For example, one person is proficient in divination, and the other one is proficient in divination.
He is good at touching bones, but traveling in the same place violates a taboo in the profession.
The man in the mask danced for a while, picked up the iron crutch and knocked hard on the copper coffin. The sound of the metal impact was so harsh that everyone covered their ears.
The emergence of the ancient Tibetan religion has brought an unexpected turn of events. Coupled with my previous understanding of the ancient Tibetan religion, the ancient Tibetan religion has been secretly developing its influence among the people over the years and accelerating its expansion of strength. According to the current situation
Based on the inference of what happened, I am certain that this must be an open and covert struggle between two groups of forces. The Ancient Tibetan Cult has developed its power here and squeezed the living space of others.
"Is the ancient Tibetan religion already so powerful?" Huo Xinlan asked doubtfully.
"Don't underestimate them," I said to Huo Xinlan, "the ancient Tibetan religion is really powerful. Their followers have even entered the government, which poses a huge threat to us."
"By the way, do you know what a Bazi is?" I asked.
Huo Xinlan knew a little bit, but she still shook her head and said: "I don't know the details, but I just know that in Tibetan areas, if there are people who are abandoned in the wilderness or who have strong evil thoughts before death, they will be killed after death.
Stand up again, capture people everywhere and bury them together. This kind of monster is called 'cutting'."
"I see. It seems that the landlady is right."
"The situation in Mawanggou is somewhat similar to this 'cutting'."
"To sum it up, wherever there is ancient Tibetan religion, there will be 'cutting'." I smiled, "This is the usual trick used by ancient Tibetan religion to deceive people."
"You're right, they just use 'cutting' to confuse the people and then preach." Huo Xinlan said.
"The favor they give to their congregants is what they call medicine."
"As everyone knows, the so-called medicine is actually no different from this 'cutting'."
It is said that in remote Tibetan areas with few people, you can see many weird houses. No matter how tall the house is, its door is very short, and people have to bend down to enter the house. The purpose of this is to prevent cuts, because
Legend has it that they cannot bend down, and the houses with low doors can prevent the attacks of cutpas in the middle of the night. Although the legend is not believable, there are such houses in Lhasa now, and there are even more in the towns in southern Tibet.
"Forget it, we still have business to do. It's getting late. We must return to the Bible Printing House to prepare for the light of the Dead Sea."
"knew."
Ever since I first saw the Ancient Tibetan Cult here, a "strategy to defend against enemies" has appeared in my mind. There must be some unknown entanglement between the Light of the Dead Sea and the Ancient Tibetan Cult, at least for now.
, the Light of the Dead Sea should not be a "friend" of the Tibetan Cult. The enemy of my enemy is a friend. I think the Tibetan Cult can be used to deal with the Light of the Dead Sea.
The red walls of the Sutra Printing House are edged with ink. The overall layout of the temple is square. The four corners of the roof are gilded with silver. The golden eaves of the central pavilion are flying. Colorful wind and horse flags are fluttering on the four eaves and pavilions. Prayer flags cover the red walls of the pavilion. Golden dragons raise their heads on the four eaves.
, mastiff hair copper bells are hung on the four corners, and the windows are painted in five colors, showing the colors of Tibetan Buddhism everywhere.
There are several workers in the courtyard washing the printing boards, surrounded by some believers asking for "holy water for washing the Bible." Woodblock printing is still used here, and the ink needs to be washed off after each printing. The believers believe that the ink on the Bible printing board is sacred.
, wash it with water, and the water becomes holy water. The workers put the washed printing plate on a wooden frame to dry, and saw running scriptures and religious symbols engraved on the printing plate. In the inner hall, two people
The old man is polishing the cinnabar.
Walking inside, I unexpectedly saw a huge map hanging on the wall. It was a map of China from the 19th century. The outline of China in the picture was in the shape of a large rhombus, quite like a mulberry leaf, from which I could infer that the map was
The drawing date was earlier than the "Treaty of Aihun" between China and Russia, and earlier than the independence of Outer Mongolia.
"What's going on with this map?" Fatty Guo looked at the map and asked, "This map looks like a map of China, but what's going on with the dragon drawn on it?"
I was also puzzled by this, and I saw three giant dragons on the map, with different shapes, majestic, and lifelike winding and flying in the sky. One of the giant dragons lives in the north, and its body is soaring over the mountains, seas, and peaks.
It is in the shape of a huge "ji", with the dragon's tail facing east and pointing straight to the Bohai Sea; one dragon is in the south, with its body high and looking west, its front paws vigorously pointing the way. It is approaching Vietnam, and it looks like it will swallow up Southeast Asia. The dragon's body twists and turns across the country.
In China, a dragon's tail flies over the East China Sea; there is also a dragon that only shows half of its body, its head overlooking the land of Qinghai-Tibet, its body heading west, and its tail missing.
I saw the metaphorical meaning of these three dragons without even thinking, "This should refer to the Yellow River, Yangtze River and Brahmaputra River."
"Yeah, it's true." Fatty Guo nodded in agreement.
The heads of the three giant dragons are all hovering on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau on the map. Two of them have their dragon bodies facing east across China, and the last dragon's body is hidden in the direction of India. However, what I am even more puzzled about is,
Each dragon is marked with red dots from head to tail, like some kind of mark.
The heart of the dragon in the north is marked with two points. On the map, it seems to be in Shaanxi, falling in Xi'an and Yan'an; the gentian seems to be in Luoyang, and the dragon's tail seems to be in Penglai, Shandong.
At this moment, Huo Xinlan walked in. She heard my conversation with Fatty Guo, and dismissed our conjectures. She came in and said, "This is not a map at all, but a dragon vein."
"Dragon veins?" I asked in surprise, "There are three dragons here. Do you mean these three rivers represent dragon veins?"
"Of course not, these three dragons are not the Yellow River, Yangtze River and Brahmaputra River." Huo Xinlan said disdainfully, "Have you ever heard that mountains have no edges and water has no traces?"
I nodded, "What does this have to do with Long Mian?"
"Have you seen the marks on it? If you compare it carefully, you will find that these points are not on the river. It can be seen that the vein direction does not exactly match the direction of the river."
Although I hate Huo Xinlan's arrogant attitude, I have to admit that what she said makes some sense. I once heard my master say that the meridians are born with the blood, and are nourished by the blood, and the essence comes out of the meridians.
Chapter completed!