The head of Wenjie quickly shook his head and said, "No, no, no, the place for the festival is under the canopy of the tree. The top of the mountain is only equivalent to an inn on the way. Tomorrow is the vernal equinox. The festival starts at noon, and the tribesmen will pass through this valley after dawn. But standing under the tree, I can't see the whole picture of the sacred tree clearly. I remember when I was a child, when I first came to attend the festival, my hat fell off with my head, and I couldn't see clearly where the highest point of the canopy was."
Huwa nodded again and said, "I have to hurry to go tomorrow, so the patriarch should rest early. Don't worry, I will see with my own eyes what happened to this tree."
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The next day, just dawn, the villagers packed up their things and continued to set off. The road down the mountain was easier than expected, because there was a ready-made path in the jungle, which had been trampled by the tribes here for many times in the past century. Through the valley and walking up the opposite mountain, there were tall and lush green oak growing at the foot of the mountain, which looked like the back mountain of Huwa's hometown village.
Huwa noticed that the villagers not only carried various sacrifices and camping items, but also had many empty baskets and bags with them. Acorns, medicinal materials from the mountains and other useful things were collected along the way. Many middle-aged men walked in the front of the team and finally, holding bows, arrows, and guns in their hands, and also hunted the beasts they encountered.
The Shenmu clan also has weapons of military armor and armor. Most of the ones brought in the early years have been decayed, and later generations have built some, but the number is not large, and it is useless to store them in village warehouses on weekdays. It is only used when gathering for such a large scale to go out for the suburbs. It is not only for self-defense in the deep mountains, but more importantly, it is also a kind of ceremonial war.
When more than a thousand people entered the mountain, except for the pioneers in the front who occasionally encountered some wild animals, the beasts in the mountain had already scattered and scared away. Therefore, there were not many preys that everyone caught, and these preys would also be used as sacrifices. The clansmen's bags contained acorns, medicinal materials and other mountain products.
The acorns in the mountains basically landed after last autumn. The wild animals in this area, from small squirrels to wild boars, like to eat this kind of thing. Their outer shells are covered with hard shells, and if they fall in a dry place, they can still be picked intact by the spring of the following year. The villagers here have already cultivated large areas of pastoral fields and do not need to feed on acorns to survive their hunger, but they believe that the acorns here are blessed by the sacred tree, and eating them can prolong their life.
When we walked halfway up the mountain, the terrain gradually became smooth, and there was a large open slope facing us. There was no tall and lush green oak forest around us, because they had already walked under the canopy of the sacred tree. It is impossible to describe how wide the scope of the canopy was. The slope on the hillside was covered with fallen leaves, and there were also many flowers and plants that were happy to grow. Looking up, the branches and leaves spread out to cover the sky and the sun.
The leader of the Wenjie tribe introduced that when the sacred tree was the most lush, all the snow in winter accumulated on the canopy and could not fall on the ground. From a distance, the tree looked like a snow peak. When spring was warm and flowers bloomed, the snow on the canopy melted and formed a trickle under the hillside.
But the tiger baby looked up and saw the branches and leaves on the high place, and found that many of the leaves were withered and yellow, and the freshly-haired new branches and tender leaves were also sparse, obviously showing a withered appearance. If it was just an ordinary tree, it was just because it survived for a long time and grew very tall, so it was normal for the tiger baby to see the dead trees in the mountains.
But Huwa has grown up in the wilderness since he was a child, and it is clear that such trees are almost impossible to grow in the mountains. When it is far from its current height, it is probably broken by the wind and swept away by the mountain torrent. Even if he can escape all this, he will definitely not be able to escape the lightning strikes that occur every year.
But this tree appears here, so it must be extraordinary. It has its own magical powers that can withstand strong winds and floods, avoid or resolve the thunder strikes. But now it has exposed its withered appearance, can it still last? The tiger baby cannot see its height under the canopy, and it cannot tell whether the tree has been repeatedly hit by lightning in recent years.
You can see the roots of the tree when you walk further. The root system is extremely large and has spread to the entire hillside. There are soil layers exposed in many places, with tangled roots like dragons. Looking up, I finally saw the trunk that rose from the ground. I can't describe how thick the roots of the root system gathers. It is more than ten feet high from the ground, and the trunk that has not yet spread across the branches is more than two feet wide.
When people stand under a tree, they may have the illusion that they can carve out a spiral ladder on the tree and climb along the trunk to the sky! More than twenty meters away from the main trunk, the plates exposed on the surface are firmly wrapped around a huge rock about meter. This huge rock only reveals one side of the upper and front part. The upper part is smooth and the front side is as smooth as a cutting, like a natural high platform or altar.
This is where the Divine Wood Clan worships the sacred tree. Huwa narrowed his eyes from afar because he saw a three-foot rune on the front of the huge rock, which looked like a naturally formed pattern. But Huwa knew that it was left by artificial because he had seen the same rune mark elsewhere.
In the fiefdom of Huwa in the depths of Pengshan, in the valley blocked by the venomous fog of flying snakes, there is a strange cave on the cliff where the strange golden bell vine grows, which obviously leaves traces of artificial excavation. Huwa also found a rune on the wall of the cave. The left part of the rune looks like a tree, and the right part is a pig-shaped totem with a long nose.
At that time, Huwa had inferred that many years ago, a master had visited there and digging a stone chamber to practice. But he asked about Vine Jin and Vine Hua, but the two mastiffs had no impression of this. It seemed that it was a long time ago. The master did not leave any bones, which meant he left later.
Huwa once had a bold speculation that the golden bell vine that had grown under the high cliff for more than 300 years was probably planted by the master at that time, but he did not expect that today, in the depths of the Western Wilderness, the same rune symbol was found on the huge rock under the divine tree that the tribe members worshiped for generations.
Huwa called Wenjie, pointed to the pattern on the huge rock and asked, "What is that?"
Wen Jie replied: "The pattern on the stone is a mark. When my ancestors came here, it had it. Mr. Qing guided his ancestors to come here. In the end, he rode a giant lion and jumped on the huge stone, and then told the villagers that they could spend the winter here and feed on acorns in the mountains. This mark belongs to Mr. Qing in the eyes of the tribe."
While speaking, everyone had gathered in the open space under the tree and placed all kinds of sacrifices on the huge rock. Wen Jie directed the people of the six villages to form formations and arrange them in order of long and small. He knelt in front of the huge rock towards the main trunk of the sacred tree, and the spring ceremony began.
Huwa did not stand among the villagers. He also saluted the sacred tree on the side of the huge rock. Since he was here to attend this festival, he should respect the customs of the villagers.
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This hymn is not only lamenting the experiences of our ancestors in the war, but also thanking us for the guidance of our masters and the protection of the sacred tree, so that we can live here. After the elders sang the first time to set the tone, all the tribesmen, regardless of age, followed by the sound, echoing in the mountains and fields for a long time.
Huwa stood beside the tribesmen, listening to the solemn and pious chants, his mind seemed to be under an inexplicable impact. He suddenly felt something, but he couldn't describe what he felt.
When the hymn was finished, the tribesmen of each tribe led by the elders to the altar and took turns to pray for blessings to the sacred tree, just praying for good weather, good harvests, good health, and harmony. Since ancient times and present, most of the prayers have been made to the gods. When the prayers were finished, the tribe leader Wen Jie stood up again and shouted to all tribesmen-
"Since our ancestors came here a hundred years ago, we have sacrificed the sacred tree every spring, summer, autumn and winter to thank and pray for its protection. Now the sacred tree that protects us is about to wither, and miracles are no longer there. For a hundred years, the tribesmen have only prayed for the sacred tree, but never prayed for the sacred tree. In this spring sacrifice, we ask the heaven and earth to bless this sacred tree, hoping that it can reappear for the vigorous vitality of thousands of years."
This year's spring festival has an unprecedented ceremony. Not only do I pray for the blessing of the sacred tree, but the villagers also prayed for the blessing of the heaven and earth to the sacred tree. More than a thousand tribe members worshipped me this time, and the leader of Wenjie sang a new hymn: "There are trees in the Western Wilderness, among them. Zi, Zi, the essence is the essence. There are trees in the Western Wilderness, and the blessings are about to walk on it. When I see a gentleman, I am happy. There are trees in the Western Wilderness, and I offer my joy. When is the night, its leaves are green..."
He sang it many times in a row, and after all the people of the tribe heard it clearly, he remembered it, and asked everyone to sing it together. When the chant echoed in the world again, Huwa's hazy feeling seemed to become clearer, and his spiritual consciousness seemed to be able to touch a kind of power. This power seemed to touch the soul, and along the guidance of this power, Huwa's soul seemed to be able to penetrate into the thoughts of everyone present.
Huwa was about to concentrate on his mind to understand this feeling clearly, and the villagers' singing voices were finished. The patriarch Wenjie turned around and bowed to him: "Mysterious Doctor, all the tribesmen are grateful for everything you have done for everyone after they came here. We have witnessed with our own eyes that you have the ability to save all things! Today, the tribesmen are gathered here. Can you ask you to take action for the last time to save this sacred tree?"
As the patriarch bowed, more than a thousand tribe members stood up and turned around, all kneeled down to the tiger widow and prayed to him in unison. This spring ceremony was originally worshipping the sacred tree, but now everyone bowed to the tiger widow; they were still praying for heaven and earth to bless the sacred tree, and in a blink of an eye the object of praying became the tiger widow.
Because the heaven and earth cannot hear their prayers, but this miraculous doctor can hear them. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!