Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Chapter 267 Countdown, 24 hours (25) (12)

The custom of praying for rain and worshiping Buddha originated from a large historical province west of Taihang Mountain.Since the Tang Dynasty, there has been a tradition of praying for rain and worshiping Buddha in this place where Buddhism prevails.

Every year, on a certain day, or on a certain Buddha's Christmas, or on a certain day's puja, people go to the mountains to burn incense and worship Buddha, participate in temple fairs, and exchange information.

So far, traces of Buddhism, reliefs, Buddha statues, pagodas, and temples can be found there.

Both are historical treasures.

There are also many boutiques that will be called treasures.

Later, praying for rain and worshiping Buddha was simplified, and it has been passed down as a folk custom to this day. Through inheritance and transformation, it has become what it is now—a folk custom activity similar to temple fairs and offering incense. With a simple wish, the weather will be smooth and there will be no catastrophe.

In the place where it originated, it is even more a gratifying activity. In a good year, on the day of praying for rain and worshiping Buddha, thousands of people are empty, crowded and pulling people.

Just to come to the mountain to watch craftsmen hang bells.

The so-called hanging bell is to hang a bell from a tree by a master craftsman, such as a mountain ape, who bites the bell, climbs up the steep place with both hands, and hangs the bell with colorful ropes between the cliffs. Dangerous obstacles, the more people applaud when things are done.

The bigger the bell is, the clearer the sound of the bell when the wind blows, the more satisfying it is.

Even sometimes, the local officials will come to the scene and arrange some prizes.

Take the meaning of sharing the joy with the people.

It's the same as in the Song Dynasty, when sumo wrestling was held at the foot of Mount Tai.

They all chose a lively and rare day to do something, and everyone who has been complaining for a year is happy.

At this time, the venue feels like New Year's Eve.

This custom is very popular in the west of the mountain, but not here.

Don't you see that oranges grown in Huainan are oranges grown in Huaibei?

Folklore has its regional characteristics.

Here, Emperor Guan and Lord Tian will sing operas on Christmas, and there will also be activities to pray for rain.

It is quite rare to pray for rain and worship Buddha.

Maybe there is such a custom in Liangzhou, but there is no such thing here. From the soul of the old lady, Lin Feng found that Uncle Sangouwazi did not deceive Lin Feng, and the children collectively lost their souls. After a heavy rain.

Even, from the memory of this inhuman old woman, it is known that these children were taken away by a black shadow, which stood outside the door of these children and called the names of the children. Someone told the village chief that those buried in the The "grandparents" in the ancestral tomb in Houshan stood outside the house at night, looking inwardly.

"have you slept?"

"Are you there?"

"Is the baby here? Can you let me see the baby?"

Wazi was taken away by his long-dead grandparents.

Things are shrouded in fog above and below.

Lin Feng can't continue to waste time here.

Time is running out, half an hour has passed.

Then you most likely know why this is happening.

It is those Taoist priests who come to worship Buddha.

What exactly did they release?
On the contrary, Lin Feng didn't find it strange that the Taoist worshiped the Buddha.

We all eat together, and sometimes we don't have to be so rigid. Taoist priests and Taoist priests, monks and monks, are not the same way.

There are purple and gold cassocks and golden alms bowls presided over by the big temple, and there are impoverished wandering monks who don't even have a degree certificate.

There are national teachers who go in and out of the prince's mansion, traveling in cars and horses, and there are poor Taoist priests who plan food in the soil and count millet into the pot.

We are all human, do people live the same way?

Different.

Therefore, Lin Feng can well understand the diversification of these wandering Taoist priests' skills.

After all, times are tough.

One more craft, one more way of life.

But with a few more skills, it's not so good to learn the child's soul away.

Lin Feng suspected that these people were not serious Taoist priests.

The old lady's soul was incomplete, similar to the soul suffering from Alzheimer's, and it was incomplete. Lin Feng looked at it and chose to take out her soul.

Then came to Houshan, the ancestral grave of Yangjia Village.

Take away the children's "grandparents".

The ancestral graves in Yangjiacun all have traces of being touched.

The soil is very soft, it looks like it has been loosened, and it is very fresh.

Lin Feng easily brought out these coffins, and found that these people were all newly mourned people, which meant that for the sake of longevity, the Yang Family Village, in partnership with Mr. Yin Yang from the county, killed the elders in the family in order to resurrection.

Resurrection is resurrection.

As for what is resurrected.

Whoever loves to know knows.

Observing their footsteps carefully, Lin Feng found that their feet were all new shoes, without any soil. In other words, these people were not the ones who stood at the window in the middle of the night and called for these children.

The thread is broken again.

From the memory fragments of the yak skin, Lin Feng saw the tribes before the ancient Zhang Zhung Dynasty, and they hated these things crawling out of the land.

Even the great mages who enshrine the Yak Sect will personally go into battle to kill demons and demons.

Facing the "resurrection", Lin Feng did not destroy these corpses.

His hair floated out, hooking out the souls of everyone. The old lady of the village head's family was still an experimental product. Everyone was waiting to see the effect, but in order to prevent the corpse from decaying, they all used red from Yazigou. Mud, "pickled" those dead elders.

The corpse did not rot, and even the soul did not escape.

Even Lin Feng had to say, what a powerful red mud.

Souls can be captured.

Lin Feng hooked up all the souls, filled the soil again, and returned to the village. Yang Family Village had returned to "normal" at this moment. Lin Feng stood outside the village with his dull soul, and walked in from another direction.

The threshold of the village chief's house is very interesting. Someone buried a rolling pin inside, and used the anger of Wanjia's fireworks to hinder possible murderous creatures.

It's the same as blocking zombies with ink fountain lines.

Use the thoughts of all living beings (the ruler is majestic, the ink fountain line is straight and upright), to deal with unrighteous things.

It's a pity that such folk spells are of little use in the face of a "murder" like Lin Feng.

The village chief came in from the outside and saw the old mother who had lost her "angry" on the ground. Before he had time to be surprised, he was caught by Lin Feng's [net].

Whatever Lin Feng asked, he just said.

Lin Feng only had three questions, no nonsense.

First, where is the cliff collapse?

Also, where have those people who prayed for rain and worshiped Buddha gone?

Third, you have nothing to say about the loss of the child's soul.

The village chief on the opposite side was in a daze.

He said exactly the answer to the question.

The first question is that the place where the cliff collapsed is near Yazigou, two miles north of the Temple of Earth, which is the mountain pass where Lin Feng just appeared, and walk two miles back.

It is the other side of the ridge.

Lin Feng: "It turns out that the wild temple is the Earth Temple, and what the Earth Temple enshrines are evil things..."

The second question, those Taoist priests entered Yazigou, saying they were looking for something.

The third question is, those Taoist priests have a few words about the lost soul of the child. They said, "This is the thing that wakes up. Don't be afraid. Your Feng Shui here is good, and nothing will happen."

"That thing is awake."

"Feng Shui is good."

"Nothing will happen."

Three sentences, one sentence may be true.

The thing woke up.

Lin Feng even suspected that those people were happy to see the results.

They were happy to see Yangjiacun become what it is now, even though Yangjiacun is very weird.

But compared to other villages.

Yangjiacun is really stable.

Yangjiacun is just a lost soul of a child.

Someone hanged himself.

Killing the gentleman who was in charge of the county seat, Lin Feng's role was used to perfect this plan, because the village chief was also afraid.

He can't grasp the power of this resurrection.

Quietly withdrawing the [Snap Net], Lin Feng disappeared into the village. Before leaving, he took away all the lost children.

By the way, take away the miscellaneous
Except that he doesn't play the magic flute, he looks exactly like the rat exorcist who played the magic flute in the story.

Behind the left hand, followed by the soul.

Behind the right hand, followed by the child.

When he left completely, the village chief woke up like a dream, covered in cold sweat.

The darkness under Lin Feng's feet swallowed these children into the darkness. The ground stick method has an advantage, that is, it can swallow living things, but it cannot swallow many powerful things.

These children, Lin Feng investigated, indeed lack souls.

There is still some time before night, if Lin Feng still has no clues at night, he plans to call the soul again.

Swallowed the child and came to the place where the cliff collapsed.

Lin Feng could tell at a glance where the cliff collapsed.

The place that was filled after the cliff collapsed was incompatible with the surroundings.

Lin Feng spat out the child, used the ground stick method to swallow the loess, and quickly opened a road.

Lin Feng walked in alone, and saw a messy sacrificial pit.

He's a dick.

But fortunately, this half-baked guy has also seen the big world.

He could tell at a glance that this "cave dwelling" was a sealed place, and it was indeed a cave dwelling. It was composed of three parts.

The most important part is that these sealed places, Lin Feng walked over and saw the traces left by the clay pots here.

They didn't take everything, those people just took everything they saw on the surface.

It took Lin Feng an incense stick of time to clean it up.

This cave dwelling is pieced together in the shape of "people".

The place where the villagers took things was the heart, and below the heart were two "kidneys".

Lin Feng squatted down, weathered into a flying sword, and poked here, and then used weathered into a big hand, to plan this place open.

As expected, I saw the bones of the people who were killed.

There are also oracle bones that fall inside and are used to communicate with the gods.

"There are indeed traces left by the priests of the Yin and Shang Dynasties."

Lin Feng jumped down and picked up the oracle bones, which had obvious burn marks.

"Is it worshiping the god of nature, or the god of ancestors? Or is it worshiping the most honorable emperor of heaven?"

Lin Feng searched in all the oracle bone inscriptions, and then found these sacrificial oracle bones.

All with the same symbol.

emperor.

Among the gods of Yin and Shang, the true supreme master, the god of gods, is analogous to Zhou Chaotian's status, belongs to the merchant himself, and is a brutal ruler!
(End of this chapter)