Reborn Spirit Master

Chapter 93

"I don't know if Erlang can help me with anything?" Su Cangyue said puzzledly, "I only learned some small tricks, at most I can stabilize my wandering soul. I can't do things that are too complicated."

Jiang Erlang gritted his teeth and said: "If Teacher Wang Su is willing, please help us, we will be very grateful!"

"Oh, there must be a big thank you?" Su Cangyue looked up in disbelief, and looked up at the empty sacrifice house, with a disdainful expression on her face, as if to say, the sacrifice house has become like this, you still have what good stuff?

"us……"

Jiang Erlang had only said two words, but the middle-aged man who had been silent at the side stopped him: "Erlang, don't worry, let's see what methods Teacher Wang Su has."

Su Cangyue took down the backpack with a calm expression, took out the white octagonal drum from inside, held the drum in her left hand, tapped the drum surface with her right hand, and sang the Dingling song.

As the ancient and melodious tunes echoed in the sacrificial house, the whole world quieted down, and the villagers in Jiang Village, both inside and outside the house, were fascinated by it, and all the restlessness in the afternoon disappeared.

Old man Jiang looked excited, with tears in his eyes. When Su Cangyue finished singing, he put away the octagonal drum, and grabbed her hand: "Auntie Wang Su, are you a descendant of Northern Wu?"

"Not really, Master Wu only accepts me as a registered disciple." Su Cangyue smiled, and it seemed that the notes Master Wu left for herself were indeed useful: Traveling to the South of Chu, calming the spirits of Ba people, there must be something to gain.

The old man Jiang immediately stood up, and bowed a big gift: "It turns out that after being an old friend, the fate of our Jiang village is left to Mr. Wang Su!"

Su Cangyue dodges and avoids: "Brother Jiang, don't be too busy, I will sing some spiritual songs to calm the soul at most, please leave the fate of your village to me, I can't afford it! Besides, not every village of your Tujia has its own teacher?"

"Alas, the Tu teacher in the village disappeared more than ten years ago." Old man Jiang sighed and said, "We must first pay homage to the ancestors if we want to deal with the place of spiritual storage. Unfortunately, we don't even have a Tu teacher now." Now, how can we offer sacrifices to our ancestors? Ancestors, it is Jiang Youping who is sorry for the ancestors, but let Yin'er go just like that! Woo..."

The old man told the portrait in the sacrificial room, crying like a child.

"Father, don't be sad." The middle-aged man supported the old man: "If it really doesn't work, let Alan try."

Aaron?

Su Cangyue heard it strangely, that shy 15-year-old boy can still be a local teacher?

Jiang Erlang looked at her: "Teacher Wang Su, we would like to ask you to sing a few spiritual songs at critical times. If you are willing to help, we will be very grateful!"

"Singing spiritual songs is a skill passed down to me by Master Wu, it doesn't matter if I promise you..."

Jiang Erlang was overjoyed, and even the old man Jiang's cry fell silent.

"However, we god-worshiping people in Northern Wu have our own rules. If we want God to help us, we must have a heart of reverence for God!" She said, rubbing her fingers.

Jiang Erlang looked at her inexplicably.

Su Cangyue became anxious, raised her hand up and down, rubbed her fingers again, and cursed inwardly, if he couldn't understand such an obvious hint, she had no choice but to ask for it directly.

Old man Jiang stopped crying and told his son: "Erlang, third son, go and get my camphor box!"

"Father!" Jiang Erlang said anxiously, "That's something that has been passed down from our family! Can't..."

"Go!" Old man Jiang interrupted him sternly: "I am still the village owner now, so you have to listen to me! When you become the village owner one day, you can do whatever you want!"

The middle-aged man supporting old man Jiang winked at Erlang, Jiang Erlang gave Su Cangyue a sideways look, and the two turned and walked out together.

"Auntie Wang Su, children are ignorant, you are laughing at me!"

Old man Jiang saluted and apologized to Su Cangyue, Su Cangyue smiled awkwardly and did not speak.The old man described people in their 50s as children, and told her not to worry about it, it would be awkward for her to hear.However, the goal is about to be achieved, so let's bear it first.

"Brother Jiang was joking." She laughed dryly and changed the subject: "By the way, I heard that the Timas in your Tujia family are passed down from generation to generation. Why didn't you have Timas in your village more than ten years ago? Was there an accident?"

"Oh, it's hard to say!" Old man Jiang sighed and said, "Our last generation of Tima is the old man's daughter. Later, she was seduced by a foreigner, A Lang. Don't want my father and brother, and left with someone, gone. I was only 20 years old at that time! The previous generation of Tima was only 20 years old, and the next generation of Tima has not been cultivated, so..."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Su Cangyue said shyly, "Brother brought up something sad."

"No, sister, if you don't tell me, I'll tell you about it too." Old man Jiang shook his head: "Because there is no Tima in the village, I will go back and clean up the place where the spirits are kept. Tima was originally responsible for the matter. It will be done by Alang and Wang Su's sister. Alang is my grandson, if there is inheritance, he can also be a local teacher now, but unfortunately... well, let me introduce Qingling to you."

Su Cangyue sat up straight, looked at the old man seriously, and pretended to be listening attentively.

"The rules of our Tujia family are that women or men with pregnant women are not allowed to touch anything related to the undead. Therefore, we can only organize 33 people to clean up the spirit storage this time, including Alang and Amei. That's 35..."

Su Cangyue was listening intently when the door of the sacrificial room opened, and Jiang Erlang's voice sounded: "Father, the things are here!"

She looked up and saw that Jiang Erlang was holding a dark red wooden box one foot five inches long, eight inches wide, and five inches high in his hand. Judging from the patterns on the surface, it looked like an ancient object.

"Bring it here!" Old man Jiang looked at Su Cangyue: "Aunt Wang Su, let's take a look at the gift I prepared for you first! If you are satisfied, we will talk about the details."

Su Cangyue nodded, old man Jiang took the wooden box from her son, opened it, and pushed it in front of her.

As soon as the box was turned around, Su Cangyue was almost dazzled by the contents inside, a box of gold ornaments!
On the black velvet, there is a long milky-white jade bracket, on which three gold hairpins are fixed. Judging from the appearance, they are phoenix-shaped gold hairpins, sunflower-shaped gold hairpins inlaid with precious stones, and gold hairpins inlaid with precious Sanskrit characters.Beside the three gold hairpins is a pair of gold bracelets, Su Cangyue counted, there are fifteen bracelets in total, and each bracelet is twisted together by gold wires to form a row.

Generally, folk gold pan bracelets are composed of seven to nine single bracelets, while those of officials and officials are nine to twelve. You don't need to think about what the specifications of this golden pan bracelet consisting of fifteen bracelets are. This is an imperial article, which came out of the palace.

Su Cangyue moved closer to carefully look at each of the gold bracelets, hoping to see some inscriptions so as to determine the origin of this batch of gold ornaments.

Seeing her staring at the gold ornaments, old man Jiang knew that she was moved, and said with a smile: "Aunt Wang Su, please help us clean up the spirit storage place. The things in this box are gifts from our Jiang village people, please accept them. "

Su Cangyue raised her head and smiled: "Brother Jiang, these things of yours are like ancient objects, don't they come out of the ground? If they came out of the ground, I would break the law if I took them. !"

"No!" The old man Jiang shook his head: "These are all left by our ancestors in Jiang Village. We have kept them carefully and have never been buried in the soil!"

China's law stipulates that all treasures buried in the soil belong to the country. Su Cangyue asked this intentionally, just to lay the groundwork for the next step.

"Brother Jiang, the things are very beautiful, and I like them when I see them. But you only asked me to sing a few spiritual songs, and you took out so many things, isn't it too much?"

"No, it's not much compared to the future of our Jiang village!" Old man Jiang said emphatically. , our Jiang Village is really over!"

Jiang Erlang's body shook, he stood up and bowed to his father: "Abba taught you well, Erlang understands."

"Since old brother Jiang is so polite, I'll accept it with a cheeky smile." Su Cangyue closed the wooden box and put it in the backpack casually: "I don't know when to do it?"

After seeing Su Cangyue accepting the things, the old man Jiang breathed a sigh of relief: "We still have some preparations to do, three days later in the evening, I will notify my sister then. Let Alan take you and me in these two days Your friends are going to play nearby."

"Okay! At that time, my friend will also participate. He doesn't know anything else, but he is brave and has a lot of strength. If there is any need for help, the old brother just ask!"

When Su Cangyue came back with her things on her back, Zhao Dong had completely subdued Alang, and the boy was listening to him bragging with bright eyes.She heard something interesting and stopped in the corridor without going in.

"When it snows in winter, there is at least 1.2 meters of snow there. If you step on it, it doesn't reach the thigh. If you don't wear snow walking shoes, you can't walk at all."

"Really?" Alang looked at Brother Dongzi adoringly: "How cold must it be?"

"It's minus 40 degrees during the day, and it can reach minus 48 degrees at night." Zhao Dong took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and exhaled a smoke ring skillfully: "The ultimate survival challenge requires staying in the wild for more than [-] hours. , if you are not careful, frostbite and frostbite are common.”

"Wow, brother Dongzi, you worked so hard at that time!" The boy said in admiration, "If it were me, I would freeze to death in less than an hour!"

"Hehe, Alang is also amazing! If I were like Alang, staying alone in the [-] mountains in western Hunan, I would definitely not last ten days, but you can stay in the mountains freely for a month."

"Alang's skills were all taught by his third uncle. My third uncle is the best. He can go into the mountains for a few months before returning, and when he comes back, he will bring back a lot of prey and useful herbs!"

Uncle?I just heard old man Jiang talk about Alang's life experience, so isn't his third uncle the taciturn middle-aged man?Unexpectedly, he is a powerful Tujia hunter who can stay in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for several months!If he can raise cups, it will be even more terrifying.

"Who's outside?" Zhao Dong's voice sounded from the room, and the door opened.

"It's me, I'm back!" Su Cangyue walked into the house, and nodded to A-Lang first: "A-Lang, your grandfather asked me to ask you to go to the sacrificial house, he has something to look for you."

The boy stood up all of a sudden, with a coy look on his face, he replied "Got it", and ran out the door.

　I'm going out, I will update it regularly, and I will update it today, thank you.Fortunately, I climbed up to see it, and it must have failed.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)