The man who had just brought the wine also said goodbye and returned to his tent. He helped the old woman who was still kneeling on the ground and sent her back to rest. ? Shen Xiangdong sighed: "It is rare to find a pure land in the world."
Several people saw that the tents of Li Luo and others were quite solid, so they came over to complain and sat down against the tents. Huchajing took a look at it and couldn't bear it. He turned to Li Luo and said: "Changqing, uncle, look......"
Li Luo said calmly: "Give them wine to keep them warm." After saying that, he turned around and returned to the tent, "There is no need to keep vigil tonight."
Huchajing was stunned for a moment, looked at Shen Xiangdong and said, "Uncle?"
Chu Ying'er rarely made sarcastic remarks and whispered: "Mr. Jing, just give them the wine."
Shen Xiangdong brushed his beard and said: "Wu Jing, don't say more. Changqing is angry in his heart. It's a pity for these Xirong people."
Huchajing sighed lowly and walked over to give these people the liquor they had just obtained. They quickly stood up and thanked them. Huchajing shook his head and returned to Shen Xiangdong.
Shen Xiangdong stopped his voice and said slowly: "The Zushan Temple abandoned so many people, but set aside these days for the wealthy Xirong clan. No wonder Changqing is angry, and I am afraid that he is also dissatisfied with Dagan."
Chu Ying'er looked down and said: "Young Master has always valued people, but most of the things he encountered were against his wishes. No matter how talented he is, Young Master has only just won the title."
Huchajing looked at the Xirong people who were close together and said, "Uncle, do you want to give up a tent?"
Shen Xiangdong shook his head gently and said: "It's night, let's go to sleep. Let's see what this ancestral temple is like tomorrow."
It was getting light the next day, and Li Luo was awakened by the whispers outside the tent and left the camp. The Xirong people who came to pray had already packed up and were looking at the peak of Zushan Mountain. All men, women, old and young were all looking forward to it, their faces filled with anticipation. Enthusiasm. Shen Xiangdong and others came out of the tent and gathered around Li Luo.
After a while, a group of people came from far away from Zushan. They should be what the Xirong men said in the evening.
Li Luo stopped and looked around. There were old and young, men and women, dressed in simple cotton clothes. The Xirong people he met along the way all bowed and saluted. These greeters also saluted one by one, and there was no trace of arrogance.
As I walked through the crowd, I would occasionally stop and chat with the people. The Xirong people who were asked were all ecstatic. The guide from the Ancestral Temple selected some of the people who asked and wrote down their names. They were allowed to go up the mountain to worship. The chosen tribesmen were overjoyed and fell to their knees, calling out to the ancestor god Balo.
Not all those who were asked would have the opportunity to climb Zushan. The majority of those who were not chosen were many people sobbing softly, with expressions of sadness and joy.
The place where Li Luo and others were located was already outside, but within a few moments, more than a thousand Xirong people had been selected. There were already many guides leading the selected people towards Zushan.
The Xirong man was greatly disappointed and looked back at his mother. The old woman had tears in her eyes and her body was shaking slightly. Hucha Jing sighed secretly and looked away from her.
Suddenly, there was a commotion nearby. Hucha Jing looked intently. It turned out that a Zushan guide had arrived. The people around him all looked hopeful, and the old woman's eyes suddenly glowed with joy. She broke away from her son's arm and trembled slightly. He took a few steps forward and looked at the receptionist with a prayerful look on his face.
When he saw the old woman, he came forward with a smile, took the old woman's hand and said a few words, which he thought were ancient Xirong sayings, but Li Luo and others didn't understand what they were saying.
The corners of the old woman's mouth twitched, and tears flowed out from her eyes, hidden in the wrinkles of the vicissitudes of life. However, after just saying a few words, she let go of the old woman and walked away. She did not ask the old woman for her last name. She goes up the mountain.
The old woman stood there in despair. The Xirong man felt sad in his heart. He stepped forward to hug his mother and spoke in a low voice. Anyone who saw her would feel sad.
Huchajing was furious and was about to speak when Shen Xiangdong shouted in a low voice: "Wu Jing, no." Huchajing suppressed his voice.
When he looked around, he saw Li Luo and several others. Li Luo had an indifferent expression and stood quietly aside. The remaining people had their own styles, but they were all quite extraordinary. They paused and turned towards Li Luo. , walked closer, looked at Li Luo and asked with a smile: "Aren't you from our Xirong tribe?" The words were spoken in a smooth and round tone, which was Dagan's accent.
Li Luo saluted, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and replied: "No."
"Oh, then why are you here?"
Li Luo smiled casually, walked away a few steps, took out the long knife from his waist, and wrote the word "heart" in the snow. After thinking about it for a while, he wrote another word next to it, then took back the long knife and said nothing.
Others looked surprised. They didn't know why Li Luo wrote two words on the ground. Jieyin was also stunned. He looked at the handwriting in the snow and exclaimed in surprise: "What a hand with flowing words! Yin Dao" Be sincere and trust with your heart. This young master has a unique artistic conception. I wonder how you call him?"
"Cang'er Wu Changqing, this is my uncle Wu Yong, the other is my cousin Wu Jing, and the rest are all members of my family."
"It turns out we are visitors from Tiannan. I wonder if I would like Zushan and his party?" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of whispers from the surrounding crowd. I didn't expect that this invitation would select several outsiders.
Li Luo thanked him and replied: "Sir, Changqing has something to ask of me."
The people of the Xirong clan were in an uproar. Those who were selected by the guide always burst into tears with gratitude, and no one had ever dared to express what they wanted in person. The middle-aged guide was also stunned. He didn't know what Li Luo wanted, so he answered and asked: " What's up?"
Li Luo replied slowly: "I want to take this old woman up the mountain."
"Ah!?" Many people in the crowd exclaimed, and the Xirong man did not expect it. He turned back to look at Li Luo in surprise, with gratitude evident on his face.
"This," Jieyin pondered for a moment and said, "There is no such precedent..."
Li Luo said loudly: "Everything in the world is born from existence, and existence is from nothingness. If you don't violate the instructions in the ancestral temple, something can come from nothing. I believe the ancestors will not blame you."
After Jieyin thought for a while, he looked at Li Luo and said, "This young master is right. There is no commandment from the ancestors not to do this. But Ku Deng is confused. Who is this old lady?"
"To be honest, we only met yesterday."
"Oh? So that's it. The young master is kind-hearted, and Kudeng admires him."
After saying this, Jieyin Heyan, named Kudeng, said: "On the Zushan Mountain, there were no such rules originally, but the number of people in the clan was increasing year by year, and more and more people went up the mountain. If some people were not selected to go up the mountain, I'm afraid Zushan Pass has been crowded early, so there are fewer people able to go up the mountain."
"What you said is true. If those who go up to the ancestral mountain don't want to come down, the people at the bottom of the mountain will naturally not be able to go up. If you go up the mountain more every day and then go down the mountain again, more people will be able to worship the ancestral gods." Shen Xiang Dong interjected.
Kudeng smiled slightly and said: "This is a good deed and her good destiny. How can Kudeng do anything that goes against the will of the ancestors again? Kudeng is just a small messenger. Please call Kudeng's name."
Let's go." After saying that, she turned around and walked towards Xirong's mother and son. The old woman was still feeling sad, but she didn't know that there would be twists and turns, and she finally got her wish. (To be continued.)