Not only me, but many people saw the scene that day, I was just one of them.

The old man who lives in the ancestral hall passed away. The death was strange, even strange.

There was no surveillance there, and no one knew what happened in the second middle of last night.

When I went in, I saw a large area of ​​spirit cards placed on the tribute table in the ancestral hall, and many of them fell to the ground. The little old man was shirtless. He was not wearing a shirt, but he was lying on the ground with his face downwards.

The human limbs were stiff and he was exhausted. He put his left hand in his pocket of clothes, his right hand was deeper forward, and his posture was strange.

Since I was not wearing clothes on his upper body, I saw a tattoo on his back.

Many old Tibetans have tattoos on their bodies, but the tattoo pattern seems familiar. I looked at it from a distance and suddenly remembered that it is very similar to the tattoo pattern of the character behind Lao Fu! The only difference is that the tattoo on his back is a circle of lotus tattooed.

"Okay, okay! Go out soon!"

"There is nothing good to look at. The old man is in poor health. He is a heart attack!"

Someone immediately asked loudly: "Why are the stairs full of dead bugs? Give me an explanation!"

“What does it explain?”

"It's normal to see bugs this season, shut up! You're just talking too much!"

I and the others were driven out and were not allowed to see them.

I kept staring at the old man's left hand in his pocket. He seemed to be holding something before he died.

I gritted my teeth and squeezed over, pulled his hand out, and was shocked to find that what he was holding onto was a ball of fresh green willows in his left hand!

"Click! Click!"

At this moment, a camera shutter sound suddenly came from behind me. When I looked back, I saw that it was a young man in his twenties.

The young man was carrying a black backpack and wearing a pair of glasses. The lenses were so thick that they were scary that they might have 800 degrees of myopia.

He ran away after taking a photo, and I was driven out later.

"Wait! What were you doing just now!" I caught up with him and asked.

"Hold the grass, don't drag me!"

"What I do have to do with you!"

"Where did you come from? Why do you speak so violently?" I frowned.

"Then you care where did I come from! Let go! I'm leaving!"

This kid looks like a scholar with glasses. Unexpectedly, when he talks to him, he keeps holding on to the grass. He is fucking, he has no quality.

I picked up half a brick from the ground and grabbed it in my hand and slammed it into my hands.

He immediately changed his face and said, "Brother, if you have something to say, please say it well! Never do it, so that you can avoid losing both sides!"

I said you can beat me? You are also both sides injured. Believe it or not, I can knock you down in five seconds, and put your mouth clean!

He nodded repeatedly and said yes, I got it, brother! Don't be angry.

I lost the brick, patted my hands and frowned and asked, "Tell me now, what did you want to do when you took the photo just now?"

He looked around and lowered his voice, "Study, brother, I have made a big discovery! There are so many people here, it is not convenient to talk, let's talk in a different place."

I walked with him to the entrance of the village convenience store, and we had a chat here.

There is a special discipline abroad called "theology". You can study for postdoctoral studies to get professional certificates, but we have never had one in our country. I remember that the man in glasses is Wu Shixun, who is considered a fan of folk theology research. He named himself "the leader of the religious committee of Tieba at that time," and the ID of Tieba at that time was called "the leader of the Wu Da team.

In those two years, Tieba was just popular. I wonder if anyone has some impression of this name?

He has posted many posts in the post bar before, such as visiting Luohua Cave in western Hunan, inspecting Guizhou Water Ghost Bridge, etc.

I asked him what did you find?

A trace of white light flashed across his glasses, and he spoke in a deep voice: "It's amazing, everything is traceable. I lived here during the Buddha Festival in October. Over the past two months, I have secretly checked a lot of things. Judging from the results, the people in this village must have something to do with some kind of sacrificial ritual of the ancient shaman."

"You saw the old man who died on the ground just now, right? The tattoo behind him is called the Lotus Back! It can be regarded as a kind of amulet. Only those who have practiced dare to tattoo the Lotus Back! Just like people who are in the society now dare not tattoo Guan Gong casually, there are some specialties here."

I frowned and said I couldn't understand.

He muttered and said in a low voice: "Tell you that there is a local god here called Clid God. This is an evil god. It also has a name in the shamanistic culture, called "Fulifodo, Emoximama."

"What did you say?"

He whispered again and explained to me in a low voice: "Fulifudu means great summer. Emo is a desert in the past. Ximama is the name of a woman at that time. When this sentence is connected, the translation means, "a woman who crawled out of the desert in summer.

"Climb in July?" I asked in a daze.

He was also stunned and said, "This name is very good. Summer can be understood as July, when the weather was the hottest."

I took out a cigarette and handed it to him, but he took a sip and coughed repeatedly and said he would not smoke.

I asked in confusion: "Do you think this thing has something to do with Yinchuan?"

Because I first heard the name of July climbing at the foot of Helan Mountain in Yinchuan. At that time, I heard Qin Xingping's comrade-in-arms, Lao Wang, who opened a small restaurant in the local area.

"Well... Yinchuan...is very likely!"

He looked up and said, "There is a big desert in Yinchuan! There are Gobi Deserts everywhere, so we might as well think about it boldly!"

"A long time ago, during the Song, Liao and Jin dynasties, there was a woman named Ximama. She was sacrificed by someone, or because of something, she was interrupted or chopped, and threw her into the Tengger Desert and waited for death."

"This woman didn't want to die, so she dragged her body in the desert and crawled. In the end, she couldn't see hope and died in despair. When she died, she was so angry that she swears that she would not let go of those who harmed her. So there, there was a legend of July crawling."

I frowned and said, "Even if this is true, it is still in Yinchuan, the northwest. Why did you come to Kangding, Sichuan from a thousand miles away?"

He said: "This involves historical issues. At that time, the Xixia Kingdom established by the Dangxiang people was the one who ruled the desert of the Northwest. Do you know?"

I said I know, you can continue talking.

He nodded and said, "The Xixia people believe in two religions, one is Buddhism and the other is Shamanism. The shaman wizards worshipped July Climb as an evil god and used it to curse others. According to the customs of the Xixia people at that time, this is very possible. Later, Xixia was destroyed by the Mongols, and some Dangxiang people fled to Kangding, Sichuan. The black wizards of Dangxiang followed and naturally brought the Climbing God to Kangding. In this way, not everything is understandable?"

I said, brother, you really can make up.

He was anxious and shouted: "What the hell do you mean to make up!"

"This is called association! It is called speculation!"

"How the hell do you dare to question my professional ability! Many mysteries in history are solved by people's speculation in the end. If you don't speculate, it's been seven or eight hundred years! The god fucking knows! What happened in the past!"

I said with a cold face, "Who are you scolding? Are you eating shit? You are so irritable and unqualified, can't you speak well?"

"Oh...Brother, I am a person who speaks like this. I am used to being unable to correct it. Don't be as knowledgeable as me, can you?"

"Okay," I waved my hand and said, "Since you are so professional, I want to ask you some things. There are so many people here. I can find a place to have a meal at noon and talk while eating."

"Okay, brother, let's go, take my car, I want to make friends like you, too."

I went to the county town to find a small restaurant to drink, and I continued to chat with him.

There are 360 ​​civilian professions, and there are experts in every profession. When chatting with such people, you can learn a lot of new knowledge that you don’t understand at all.

At least, I have a new understanding of ancient shamanistic culture, ancient witchcraft worship, etc.

The names and "gods" I mentioned are true, including this God! Many ancient books in Tibetan and Manchu are mentioned, don't think they were created by myself.

The concept that Shamanism initially believed was "all things have spirits". Among them, Daurs, Oroqen, and Ewenki, a ancestor god who shared the belief and worship was called "Bainacha".

This name is also called "Baiyin Nacha" in ancient words, and it means "rich and powerful father".

Last night, Uncle Ma Liang said to me: "I hope my father blesses you too." He should mean that Bai Nacha blesses us.

This is the good ancestral god among shamans, and there are also "Paleqin", a male midwife who never fails. In the past, people would silently recite in their hearts when women were dying of childbirth: "Paleqin bless, Paleqin bless," so that pregnant women can give birth safely.

There is also the fox god "Sumu Balken", who dominates the love between men and women. The original form is a century-old vixen with red hair. In shaman culture, it is said that single young people go to the temple to worship Su Mu Balken and will soon encounter a marriage.

And these are also, Aba Garde (bear god), Hayan (soul), Gajiri Balken (the god in the well), Ayan Balken, (the god of beast).

Daubi Balken (tree god), Hotun Balken (home god), Wu Xi Balken (toilet god), etc.

In addition, there are bad gods, evil gods, like Dangxiang's God of Climbing, and other messy gods. This system is very complicated and no one can study it clearly now.

Wu Shixun also saw the willow branch in his hand before his death. He told me that it was not an ordinary thing, but the "Ontuer" in the shamanism. Holding it in his hand can drive away some bad things.

There are other magical instruments, such as rosary, drum hammer, prayer drum, divine fan, flag, bell, leather drum, divine hat, Vajra crest, etc.

I kept smoking at the dinner table.

He threw a peanut into his mouth and chewed it and said, "It's obvious that something had restricted the Climbing God before, but now it has come to take revenge without restricting it. The old man in the ancestral hall must have died of heart disease, but... Based on my secret observations in the village over the past two months, I already know who it is."

"You know? Who is it?"

He pushed his glasses and said with a serious expression: "There are a folk custom called burning stones during the two days of the Buddha Festival in Kangding. The old woman in the village who was responsible for watching the burning stones should be the crawling god."

Hearing this, I didn't hold the cigarette in my hand firmly and fell to the ground.

I remembered it! Really!

The old woman who burns stones, I saw her on the day of the Buddha Festival!

That time, I glanced at the old woman through the fire.
Chapter completed!