Cultivation little Taoist

Chapter 624 Bridge Sacrifice
Ye Feng walked over and picked up a dead bug in the pool of blood.

"This is, a Gu?" Lin Xiaoyu knew some dark things, so he naturally thought of the method of using insects to control the dead.

"Yes, not all of them." Ye Feng said, "This is Nanyang witchcraft."

"In Nanyang witchcraft, is Gu also used?" Lin Xiaoyu asked again.

"Nanyang witchcraft is actually the general term for the ten magics. In fact, the ancestors of these ten magics are also China.

Nanyang witchcraft is a general term for a series of alchemy such as Gu art, insect art, medicine art, talisman art, witchcraft, and lowering the head, which were introduced to Southeast Asia from the Sichuan-Yunnan region of China.

The most famous Nanyang witchcraft is the head drop, and this head drop actually only originated from the lowering of the Gu in Yunnan and Sichuan, China. After it spread to Southeast Asia and Thailand, it evolved into the head drop by combining local witchcraft.

The surrenderer can use the ritual of surrendering the head to make the subject subject to its control, including causing death or even controlling the dead.

This old man should be a dead body controlled by Nanyang wizards. "

"Then, did they kill someone?" Lin Xiaoyu frowned.

"Probably not." Ye Feng shook his head, "otherwise they wouldn't use other corpses to pretend to be this old man."

"Nanyang wizards who don't kill people." Zhuge Ming said, "Could it be that they also cultivate the righteous way?"

"Hehe, I would rather believe that the Nanyang wizard had no reason to kill the guard who was guarding the gate." Ye Feng said disdainfully: "You also know that our Maoshan and those Nanyang wizards have a sworn feud. Suspected of colluding with Tian Zongzi, and if he wants to find those children, he must first find the Nanyang wizard.

I will kill this grandson. "

Zhuge Ming still nodded with his eyes narrowed.

But Lin Xiaoyu couldn't restrain her inner curiosity, and asked, "Do you Maoshan and Nanyang wizards have any festivals?"

Ye Feng first wiped the Qi Chasing Talisman on the bloody water, then threw it into the sky, and the Soul Chasing Talisman flew up.

He called everyone to get on the car, and followed the chasing talisman, hoping to find any clues about the Nanyang wizard.

On the way, Ye Feng also explained the feud between Maoshan and Nanyang wizards: "You know what happened between China and a small border country in the early 70s, right?

At that time, under the confrontation and contradiction, all magicians in Nanyang formed an alliance and used magic tricks such as lowering their heads, poisoning, and stinging to cause great harm to our soldiers and civilians.

However, due to the reasons of the times, most of those who knew this kind of magic were persecuted at that time, and the remaining ones did not dare to stand out. At that time, Xu Jiuchang, the inner sect descendant of Maoshan, at this time, regardless of personal safety, led the seventy mages of the Central Plains with his appeal. The rest of the people rushed to the border to expel the magic and bless China.

This fight lasted for nearly ten years, and the process in the middle can no longer be described as tragic. Among the more than seventy people, only five returned to the Central Plains alive in the end, and they are all dead now.

This big enmity, as a master of Maoshan, I naturally cannot forget it. "

Lin Xiaoyu was stunned after hearing this, "You Maoshan Tianshi are still very patriotic..."

"That's natural.

Those who offend China will be punished even if they are far away. "

Ye Feng said that sentence seriously, and looked at the Chasing Qi Talisman that day.

This time, even if he couldn't catch Tian Zongzi, he would kill the Nanyang wizard.

In the end, the chasing talisman slowly landed on the bridgehead of a big bridge, and then it didn't move.

Everyone got out of the car and looked at the bridge, only to find that everything was as usual, but at the very front, there were four bright red characters "No Passing".

"This bridge..." Lin Xiaoyu frowned, obviously knowing something.

"What happened to this bridge?" Ye Feng asked.

"This bridge has a history of many years, and as the first cable-stayed bridge in Binhai City, it is still very proud.

Since the river adjacent to the coastal area is not very wide, the bridge connecting the urban area and the suburbs is naturally not long. If you drive across the main bridge by car, it only takes ten minutes.

I remember from my childhood that some places were already very dilapidated, with almost cracked planks and old and yellowed bridge piers. Therefore, just this year, the construction team decided to carry out a major repair on the bridge. new ambience.

There is nothing unusual about this incident. There are bridges everywhere, and bridges need to be refurbished. However, there has been a problem with this bridge recently, because everyone said that the bridge often shakes by itself, as if it is about to collapse.

Although no major disaster has been caused yet, no one wants to cross the river on a bridge that is rumored to collapse at any time.

Even if everyone knows that it is a rumor, but as the saying goes, three people make a tiger, and no one is stupid enough to use himself to prove it.

Moreover, there were rumors that unclean things often appeared on the bridge. Later, the bridge was temporarily closed. "

"Unclean things?" Ye Feng murmured, and then turned on his third-grade transfer to the maximum, sensing the surrounding atmosphere, and found that there was indeed some Yin and resentment inside.

Zhuge Ming came over and patted Ye Feng on the shoulder: "Don't use the third-grade transfer to investigate, because there will always be a certain amount of resentment and Yin energy on the bridge, which is normal."

"Is it normal?" Ye Feng was stunned, "Why is it normal?"

"Don't you know? When bridges were built in ancient times, bridge sacrifices were popular. The year this bridge was built, it is estimated that the custom of bridge sacrifices has not disappeared." Zhuge Ming said, with a look of pride on his face: "Ye Tianshi, Do you want to ask for a lesson?"

"Hehe, don't." Ye Feng shrugged, "I just wanted to ask the original bridge designer.

The source of the body pretending to be a guard, according to the chasing talisman, must have been made near this bridge.

The bridge designer must know something too.

In other words, there should be some collusion with the Nanyang wizard. "

"Or, the corpse came from inside the bridge." Zhuge Ming said helplessly, "Do you really not want to ask for advice?"

"Zhuge, don't listen to this little rascal.

He doesn't ask, I ask. "Lin Xiaoyu said.

"That's right, Master Zhuge, I also want to know what happened to the Bridge Festival." Shu Bing said pleadingly.

Seeing Ye Feng's gloating expression, Zhuge Ming knew that he had fallen into this bastard's trap again.

If there were only the two of them, this kid would probably have asked for advice a long time ago.

As a result, Lin Xiaoyu and Shu Bing are both here now. He knows that he will definitely be questioned after he speaks out about the Bridge Festival.

This bastard...

It's really cheaper than myself!
Zhuge Ming was very helpless, but he still explained: "Actually, Bridge Sacrifice means offering sacrifices to bridges.

The sacrifice bridge and the sacrifice river are connected.

The custom of offering sacrifices to bridges originated in China. Ancient Chinese people attached great importance to bridge construction, and when they praised a person for doing many good deeds, they often said that he was good at repairing bridges and roads.

At that time, when the bridge was completed, there was bound to be a grand bridge tour ceremony, and the scene was quite spectacular.

The first people to go upstairs are local famous people, such as officials, squires, old people and so on.

Important bridges have an annual "bridge sacrifice" day, which is very solemn.

In the past, people had to prepare incense and gold paper, burn incense and burn gold at the bridgehead to worship the bridge god, to thank and pray for the bridge god to bless the traffic safety.

In some places, only incense is burned, and gold paper is tied with silk thread and placed on the bridge head, commonly known as "pressing gold", which means to replace the bridge with new luster.And bless the bridge from being destroyed, and protect the villagers.

The worship of the river was earlier. In the past, rivers, mountains and rivers were all objects of worship, and the ancient emperors always sacrificed to the river first, and then to the sea, which means that the sea is formed by the convergence of rivers, and the river is the source of water in the world.

Moreover, jade articles are often offered to Hebo as a sacrifice, which is regarded as a sign of respect for preciousness, and jade is psychic, and the ancients believed that it could be sent to the hands of gods.

In fact, the earliest legend of this legend is that in the 28th year of the Qin Dynasty, the first emperor visited Dongting Lake on a hunting tour.

Therefore, later generations believed that once disasters occurred in rivers, lakes and seas, throwing precious jade articles could appease the angry water gods.

However, the most famous person offering sacrifices to the river is of course my ancestor Zhuge Liang.

According to legend, Zhuge Liang passed Lushui after he pacified Menghuo. It was in the autumn of September when the river suddenly became cloudy and a strong wind blew up. Zhuge Liang asked the local people, and they all said that there was a god in this river, and seven or forty-nine heads of living people must be sacrificed to it. Only then can it calm down.

My ancestors were benevolent, so naturally they refused to kill people, so they slaughtered cows and horses, used the surface of the river as medicine, molded them into human heads, replaced them with beef and mutton, and called them steamed buns.

That night, an incense table was set up beside the Lushui River, offerings were laid out, 49 lamps were set up for summoning souls, and steamed buns and other objects were placed on the bank of the river.

My ancestor Zhuge Liang personally read the eulogy, and then threw the sacrifice into the river, and the wind and rain stopped immediately.

The so-called steamed buns are the origin of the current buns.

But after that, I also developed a habit. Whenever I want to break ground on the river or repair the old bridge, I must first sacrifice and worship the god of the bridge before starting work, otherwise it will be very disadvantageous. "

"I remember that Mr. Kong Ming is a master of yin, and even a perfect man of Qimen Dunjia. He has already passed through the gods, and his cultivation level should be surpassed by few people in the past 5000 years.

As for things like the God of the Bridge, He Bo, why have I never read them in Taoist classics?And if you want to talk about it, Mr. Kong Ming should also be above them, right? "Shu Bing asked many questions in a series.

"That's not necessarily true." Zhuge Ming shook his head, "Actually, what's at the bottom of the river is unknown.

Of course, the god of the bridge, He Bo, does not exist. If he is a real god, why would he need to kill and sacrifice to build a bridge?
In fact, there are some evil spirits that are difficult to provoke in the river, and it is difficult for my ancestor, Mr. Kong Ming, to kill them in the river. In addition, the fighter plane cannot be delayed, so that kind of fake sacrifice is used method. "

"I see. I understand." Shu Bing nodded.

Lin Xiaoyu looked at Ye Feng: "What do you think?"

"I still have the same idea as before." Ye Feng spread his hands, "I can't just jump into the river to find something evil.

And even in the age when this bridge was built, I feel that killing people and performing sacrifices is definitely not allowed.

No matter what, now we can only find the designer of this bridge and ask about the situation back then..."

(End of this chapter)