Respectfully ask Your Majesty to kill the immortal

Chapter 55

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, and the two rode their horses and galloped all the way.

Xu Mochen unfolded his consciousness and scanned around, but found no so-called abnormality. He didn't understand how the plague god Shu Wuyin mentioned was discovered.

But every time Shu Wuyin came to a fork in the road, he would jump down to check carefully, and it seemed to be the case.

She was wearing a strong outfit, and she looked more slender and more graceful from the back, with a bow and arrow on her back, she looked a bit like a chivalrous woman.

It's a pity that this is the world of cultivating immortals, and Gu Wu is doomed to have no future.

After going back and forth, the two had already left the surrounding area of ​​the capital, and there was a long distance between them.

Shu Wuyin stopped suddenly, she pointed to the front: "It should be somewhere, the feeling is very strong."

Xu Mochen looked, and there was a fire in front of him. It seemed to be a village, and some kind of ceremony was being held.

"It's the Eastern Zhuang people," Shu Wuyin explained, "I've read Master's travel notes, and it's recorded that there are such people in the northeast of the capital, with a small number of people, who have lived in the area of ​​the Red River for generations.

Looking at the firelight, it should be a bonfire. It is just Chinese New Year, and they are holding the Ant Kwai Festival. "

"Ma Kwai Festival?" It was the first time Xu Mochen heard of it.

"It's what the Eastern Zhuang people call frogs." Shu Wuyin turned his head and smiled, "They believe that the god of frogs is in charge of wind and rain, so they have always had a tradition of worshiping them."

Xu Mochen was curious: "Frogs can also become gods."

But this is not impossible, after all, it is possible to cultivate immortals in this world.

Perhaps in the ancient times, the people of this family met the immortal cultivator who took the form of a frog, and there was a fairy relationship between the two, so that even now, this tradition is still preserved.

Such is the interdependent relationship between the human race and the cultivators.

As for the frog, it belongs to the world of monsters and beasts. Go back and ask Tang Derun, maybe you know something.

"I figured it out, today should be the last day of the Ant Kwai Festival, there will be many ceremonies," Shu Wuyin rode forward slowly, "one of them is to catch the plague god."

Of course, this is just a wish of the human race, they have no ability to really catch the plague god.

Xu Mochen was puzzled: "Then what kind of plague god are you talking about, and you still come here?"

"According to my analysis," Shu Wuyin smiled, "This God of Plague is not strong. The reason he came here is because of the awe of the people, which is also the source of his strength."

In other words, He needs the power of faith.

Xu Mochen was silent, the relationship between the human race and the cultivators was really hard to describe.

When he came near the entrance of the village, Shu Wuyin jumped off his horse and tied it up: "Go ahead and have a look."

At the entrance, there were several village guards with weapons, and when they saw the two, they were chattering.

They are not from the Dagan tribe, and they cannot speak the language.

Shu Wuyin stepped forward frankly and was able to talk to them.

After a while, several people came inside, one of them was wearing Dagan clothes.

"You two are people of great power, how come you came here," the man said in a pure voice, "Cheng next week is a businessman who travels to and from this area."

It turned out to be a businessman, Xu Mochen smiled: "Passing by here, I saw a fire, so I stopped by."

Zhou Cheng also smiled: "That's fate. This is the residence of the Dong Zhuang people. Now their Maguai Festival is being held. The two of you can participate together."

As he spoke, he looked at the two of them, they didn't look like brothers and sisters, nor did they look like husband and wife.

Xu Mochen didn't care, but Shu Wuyin nodded: "Then let's have a look."

Zhou Cheng turned to lead the way, and introduced by the way, Xu Mochen looked all the way, this custom is very special.

In the center of the big field in the village, there was a bonfire burning, and many villagers surrounded the bonfire, wearing weird masks on their faces, dancing.

"It has been passed down for thousands of years," Zhou Cheng explained, "It is said that when the Eastern Zhuang people migrated here, they encountered successive years of severe drought and almost wiped out the family.

Later, with the blessing of the Frog God, when the water came out and the weather was good, the family continued to reproduce until now. "

This can be regarded as a good relationship between the immortal cultivator and the human race.

It is estimated that such a relatively closed place can form such a stable relationship.

"Then this Frog God," Xu Mochen was curious, "Can you still see it now?"

"That's an ancient legend," Zhou Cheng laughed as soon as he heard it, "Just like Dagan folks, there are many stories about fairies descending to earth, but they are just stories and cannot be taken too seriously."

Xu Mochen was noncommittal, thinking that most of them should not be stories.

Ordinary people have memories of contact with immortals.

However, it was treated as a legend.

Shu Wuyin's eyes kept sweeping back and forth, she was seriously checking the God of Plague.

When Xu Mochen passed by the villagers' houses, his consciousness kept scanning in. Sure enough, he found that there were also people who had the plague in the village.

Shu Wuyin's judgment was correct, the God of Plague had indeed come here.

"In the village, is there anything embarrassing?" Xu Mochen asked in a low voice.

"My lord," Zhou Cheng's smile froze slightly, "To be honest, many villagers have suddenly fallen ill recently, and this disease has occurred in many villages along the road from the capital.

My next guess is the plague. This is not just in time for the ceremony of catching the plague god. I hope it can avoid evil spirits. "

"I have something, I wonder if Brother Zhou can help," Xu Mochen thought, and took out a jade pendant, "Actually, to tell you the truth, Brother Zhou, it was because of this illness that I followed all the way here.

At dawn tomorrow, Brother Zhou, can you take this jade pendant and return along the road? If you encounter officers and soldiers, you can show it to the leader, and they will come to help. "

"So it's a nobleman," Zhou Cheng was taken aback, "My lord is from the capital..."

"The embroiderer," Xu Mochen smiled, "this matter needs to be dealt with urgently, otherwise more and more patients will get out of control."

Zhou Cheng nodded: "Understood, I will leave this matter to my subordinates.

But my lord, the customs of Dongzhuang and Dagan are different, please pay attention. "

"Of course," Xu Mochen nodded, "so when the time comes, Brother Zhou will still be needed to mediate."

Zhou Cheng was a businessman, and he was at the bottom of the ancient ranks of scholars, farmers, businessmen and commerce.

I didn't expect that I could actually help the government.

Keeping a fate relationship will make things easier in the future. If the government and business are integrated, the benefits will of course be more.

After getting the task, Zhou Cheng is going to discuss with the village head and patriarch.

This ceremony of catching the plague god is going to be held, that is the faith sustenance.

But if you are really sick, you still need timely treatment.

On this point, Zhou Cheng from Dagan has a higher vision than the aborigines.

But if you want to convince them, you need additional reasons.

Xu Mochen heaved a sigh of relief. Tang Derun would definitely notify Zhao Lingbo and the others when he got the news.

There are also many large and small villages along the way. If they are not dealt with in time, the spread may be the result of the extinction of whole villages.

Immortal cultivators who do such things are unforgivable sins!

He just made arrangements, but felt his sleeves tugging, looking back, Shu Wuyin pointed to the deep mountain behind the village: "If I'm not wrong, it should be hidden there.

This village has some power of faith, and the plague god is going to have a feast. "

　Thanks to Uncle Gou Guhan, Beiweiqiu, please call me the buddhist master, A Mu's little potato for the reward.

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　　The Maguai Festival was written with reference to our Zhuang folklore. When I was writing it, I was looking for a traditional ceremony to catch the plague god, so I saw this.

　　In fact, many folk customs in our country have ceremonies to catch the god of plague, and here is just one of them.

　　By the way, this is a festival included in the "intangible cultural heritage" project of our country.

　　
　
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