"Ah?" The village chief didn't understand the first words, but he did understand the second words.
"Ah what, where are you?"
"Ancient... Bronze River!"
"boarding!"
Ye Xuan opened the car door, got in and sat in the driver's seat. After the village chief got into the car, he stepped heavily on the accelerator with the sole of his foot.
Along the way.
Seeing that the village chief's face was a little complicated, he didn't think much, but asked the doubts in his mind: "Everyone in the village knows Wu Yusheng? Otherwise, how could they bury him?"
The village chief smiled bitterly and said: "Wu Yusheng is from our Shanzhu Village. Why don't you all know him?" After saying that, he hesitated for a moment and said: "There may be some trouble later!"
"What's wrong?"
The village chief took a deep breath and said with a serious expression: "Our Shanzhu Village is a small place with a small population, but we are very particular about tradition. Generally speaking, after people die, they will hold sacrifices and water burials, and no one can stop them.
Before you came, Lao San’s sacrificial activities had ended, which means that later maybe..." He was a little embarrassed to continue.
"Will they be blocked by the villagers?"
After Ye Xuan took the words, he frowned and said, "But he's not dead!"
The village chief shook his head and said nothing.
Ye Xuan understood the village chief's intention, felt a little irritated for no reason, and hit the accelerator several times.
The jeep drove continuously on the muddy road, up and down, for about five or six minutes. After passing a winding mountain road, it drove straight to a place not far from the dock and surrounded the villagers behind it.
"Squeak!"
The jeep stopped.
"get off!"
After speaking briefly, Ye Xuan opened the car door and got out.
At this moment, a man walked up quickly and shouted: "Village Chief!" He glanced at the giant jeep next to him, a trace of envy flashed in his eyes, looked back and looked at the village chief and asked curiously: "You guys
yes?"
The village chief asked intentionally or unintentionally: "I came over to take a look and see how the Master's rituals are going."
The man chuckled and said, "Thank you for returning it to the village chief. It's not like you don't know. The rituals that need to be done are done in the mourning hall. Now I just put two sticks of incense, burn some paper money and walk out."
The village chief sighed, glanced at Ye Xuan, and said to the man: "Look..."
While the two were chatting, Ye Xuan walked quickly over and passed through the crowd of villagers. When he looked forward, he saw a mage doing something by the river.
The mage had a green face and looked young, but he had the style of a Taoist priest, with a black hat on his head, a yellow Taoist robe, and a mahogany sword in his hand that danced gracefully.
In the river in front of the Master was a small bamboo raft, with a shrine made of bamboo standing on top of the firewood. In the shrine, Wu Yusheng, who had a dead look on his face, was tied tightly with a thick hemp rope.
at this time.
The mage's sword was covered with yellow paper. When he moved his wrist slightly, he saw that the yellow paper spontaneously ignited without fire.
He stopped his movements, faced everyone and said loudly:
"ignition!"
Among the crowd, several shirtless men came out, lit the wooden sticks in their hands with lighters, and then walked to the raft, about to light the firewood as soon as they saw it.
at this time.
A voice sounded, causing them to move.
"etc!"
Everyone followed the sound and finally landed on a short-haired young man wearing jeans. They started whispering to each other, usually speculating on the relationship between this man and the third child who had been missing for so many years.
The men holding fire also hesitated for a moment.
The young mage who looked at Ye Xuan frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"He's not dead yet, why should we light a fire?" Ye Xuan quickly walked up to a few men, snatched the torches from their hands, and threw them into the Green Water River.
After the torch heads made a few chirping sounds, the torches fell into the river and disappeared.
Seeing this, the young mage frowned even more. He said coldly: "No matter which relative of the deceased you are, I can understand your mood at the moment, but in front of the river god, you should not make any noise here."
When everyone heard the word "River God", they were quiet for a while, and then suddenly burst out into a crusade against Ye Xuan.
"Stop causing trouble!"
"He is not from our village at all, and he has nothing to do with Lao San. Why are you here to cause trouble?"
"If you anger the River God and cause me to have a bad harvest this year, I will fight with you!"
"Is the River God something you can offend?"
"..."
These sounds fell in Ye Xuan's ears, making his eyes look a little weird.
River god?
What age has it been, and there are still people who dare to do this? In the inherited memory he inherited, this kind of thing was indeed highlighted in ancient times. It is not a fraud. There is such a Feng Shui Taoist technique. However, those ancestors
The magic has long disappeared in the long river of history.
Yes, most of them are fake.
On the other side, after the village chief heard the commotion from the crowd, he immediately changed his expression and hurriedly walked towards the river, ignoring the people talking next to him.
He faced everyone's doubtful eyes, came to Ye Xuan, lowered his voice and said: "Didn't I tell you? Tell them carefully about the customs here..."
"What kind of custom is this? People are not dead, but they are going to be burned to death!"
Ye Xuan was a little speechless.
He also wanted to say it properly, but the anger almost burned Wu Yusheng's brows, and he was asked to say it properly.
The village chief looked at the uneasy men standing behind him and understood immediately. He didn't continue to say anything and just patted Ye Xuan on the shoulder with a wry smile on his face.
If he stood from Ye Xuan's perspective.
I'm afraid I won't be able to talk to the villagers in the village.
"Should we let him go?" Ye Xuan looked at the young mage and asked coldly.
In a situation like this, it depends on the mage whether to let it go or not!
The young mage shook his head and said: "The person is dead. According to the rules here, when a person dies, he must be buried in water to worship the river god in the ancient copper river."
Seeing that it didn't make sense, Ye Xuan turned around and stepped onto the bamboo raft.
Seeing that the boy was about to untie the hemp rope, the young mage's expression suddenly changed. He quickly said: "How dare you! Don't you know the rules here?"
"Even if he is alive, he is not dead. Now that the ceremony has been completed and the river god has been invited out, he must be buried today no matter what, not to mention that this person is already dead!"
"If you don't believe in the river god, you should believe in feng shui. This place is the breath of a dragon..."
Ye Xuan frowned, he stopped and looked up, his eyes changed slightly.
There are high mountains on both sides of the ancient copper river, and the river is winding and shaped like a dragon. The mountains here are prominent and have the potential to flow out of the water. Combined with the geographical location of this place, this place echoes the mountain bamboo village. It is really the breath of a dragon!
The dragon breathes!
According to Taoist law, it is not suitable to bury people in the surrounding area. Whoever buries the person will surely have trouble with his family.
It is for this reason that the dead are buried in water, that is, put into the belly of the dragon.