In addition, there is also the assistant of the shaman, the two gods that people in Northeast China often call.

Hezhe people worship many gods, and they can know how many animals and reptiles there are. The highest god worshipped is the god of heaven, which is the highest ruler of the universe and is often worshipped on the sacred tree. Anyone who encounters great danger and gets peace, or recovers from serious illness, or has a great harvest of fishing and hunting is considered to be the blessing and gift of the god of heaven's "Grand Power", so they make a wish to worship the god of heaven. "Three Star God" is also a highly respected god, which is called "Wushka" in Hezhe. People think it is a clean god. If a person has any illness, he violates the three Star God, so he must petition and pray for disaster relief. If he recovers from illness, he must kill animals for offering sacrifices. In addition to offering sacrifices to heaven and fulfilling his vows, he must hold a family sacrifice to thank the god before or after hunting every season.

The largest religious activity of Hezheren is the "Road God" held every spring or autumn. "Road God", which is called "Uszhuye" in Hezhe, which means seeking God to bless the whole village with prosperity and prosperity, happiness and well-being.

There are many folk customs about this ancient custom. Because they live in the mountains and live fishing and hunting all year round, their living habits are also very simple. Let’s take a look at it here and talk about it down.

Sikht Mountain is actually not far away. It was originally under Jilin Province in the Qing Dynasty. Later, the Qing government signed many unequal treaties with Tsarist Russia, and divided a large area on the east side of Heilongjiang and the north side of the Korean Peninsula to Russia. Now it is called the Far East. The source of the Ussuri River is actually in Sikht Mountain outside the border on the east side of Hulin City, Heilongjiang.

The more you go to the east bank of Heilongjiang, the scenery outside changes, and the road becomes bumpy. When the car drove into the mountainous area, it was already midnight. There were very few ethnic minorities here, unlike the Xing'anling where it is a key tourism development zone. It is at the junction of China and Russia, and is close to the sensitive area in the Far East. Of course, there are exceptions, such as Hezheren. Hezheren lived here for a longer history than the Chinese and Russians. They lived by fishing along the Ussuri River for generations, and the traceable history is even more than five hundred years.

Wushuang drove the car to the foot of the mountain and stopped. The rest of the road was only measured by his feet. He was not worried about anything else, but about how long Professor Bayara could last such an old physical fitness.

The old man got out of the car, his pale hair was floating by the warm spring breeze in the mountains, and his eyes shone with a spirit of yearning for this land. Once, in several years of dreams, this beautiful and rich land would appear in his dreams. This is the hometown of their Bayala clan, and this separation has been nearly a hundred years.

Looking at the Xihot Mountains, except for some areas where the telephone poles were manually mounted, everything here, including the plants and trees, has not changed. It is the same as what his father told, and the same as the old photos they treasured.

"It's time to get home!" The old professor wiped his tears and sighed.

"Yes, you have arrived home. A hundred years ago, this was your hometown. The Ussuri River slowly flowed down the hillside of Xihot. Professor, how can we go?" Wushuang asked.

"Can you accompany me to the ancestral home first? Maybe Hezheren won't demolish it." The old man was very nostalgic.

"Okay, I'm afraid we really have to find a place to sleep tonight. I hope Hezhe will keep it for you, and I hope they can still remember the Savior." Lan Caidie helped Professor Bayara, and the three of them crossed the border step by step and walked on the rugged mountain road leading to Xihot Mountain.

"Look, this birch forest, my father said, he often beat hares here when he was a child."

"Did you see it there? There should be a Folilan totem there. It is still preserved in my photo album."

The old professor became more and more excited as he spoke. He almost left tears along the way. He was a man. After he got old, he not only had nostalgia, but also had clear thinking and flexible mind. He just remembered the grass and trees of his hometown clearly with his father's description and the images in the photos. It was rare.

At this time, Lan Caidie suddenly stopped, pulled Wushuang, and whispered: "We are being targeted, be careful."

Wushuang still remembers what they encountered during their expedition in Siberia last few months. It was similar to the current situation. Suddenly, the local ethnic minorities were shooting cold arrows at them. If it weren't for the Blue Color Butterfly's alertness, he might not have survived now.

"No, it's not someone who followed us, it's Folilan, it's Folilan who discovered us. It's the gods representing Hezheren warned us of these three intruders." Professor Bayara said in a trembling voice. Here, he is the best folklorist, and he has studied Hezheren so thoroughly.

"Don't scare me, what kind of gods are not gods? Belief is nothing more than fooling ignorant people. If you can't do it, you will be like pheasants, hares, etc."

He said: "Little bastard, don't underestimate the gods of Hezhe. I would rather believe that they are real. Whether you believe it or not, there are many things that you can't understand in the basin of the Ussuri River. Let me give you an example. All your thieves worship the Five Immortals, so do you think the Five Immortals must have Ziwu?"

"This...well, I can't argue with you." Wushuang admitted that he was in a loss and had to remain silent, but he was always skeptical of Hezheren's belief in his heart.

After walking forward for a few minutes, there was a pile of stones made of rocks among the trees in front. These stones seemed to be piled up without any rules. In fact, if you look closely at the stones of all sizes and sizes, they seemed to be a pattern, like humans and beasts. Yes... they were wild beasts, and they should be the most like a bobcat.

"That's Folilan! Look at the tree behind Folilan. It is said that the old tree has been over thousands of years old. It is the tree god of Hezheren nearby. They usually kneel here when they pray." Professor Bayara introduced it very comprehensively. He is a living textbook on the history of Hezheren.

The old tree was indeed very tall. Although there were no green buds growing on the tree yet, these dense dry branches were already covering the sky. When you look up, you saw that it was more than 30 meters high. What a majestic tree god! But after a closer look, Wushuang found that the branches of the tree god were covered with small bags, and the bags were covered with animal skin bags. The straps were bulging and I don’t know what they were loaded. He checked and found that there were about a hundred.

"There are all children who died in the middle of the road. Hezheren believes that the child who died in the middle of the road is because the reincarnation soul has left and cannot be buried."

"Oh my God, what a cruel custom."
Chapter completed!