Village chief Liu Guang and director Liu Da learned about what happened to the Qinxiao mining team and quickly invited the village wizard to see if they could help.
At noon that day, the village chief Liu Guang sent someone to invite Qin Xiao, Zuo Yintang and Chen Xiangmei. They were solemn and serious, and the hospitality was hard to refuse. In the village hall canteen, dishes were served one after another. Everyone was about to lift chopsticks when the director Liu Dayi
With a slap in the face, the pearl conch curtain of the restaurant opened, and an old man and a young man came in, it was the two wizards invited.
The older one is called Fan Laochou. He is about fifty years old. He has thin cheeks, a sunken lip, and a few black teeth. There is no blood at all on his face, and his face is smoky.
Although she was haggard, her clothes were very gorgeous. Grandma wore a gray satin gown. The front half of her head was bald, and there were some sparse white hair at the back, which was barely knotted.
The younger one's name is Lin Yiqing, who is Fan Laochou's nephew, but he is extremely handsome and incomparable. Lin Yiqing's hair is combed smoothly, and although her skin is fair, it is also bloodless, and there is still a faint trace of blood under her eyes.
There is a blue line, and the skin all over the body is also faintly glowing with blue. He is wearing a lake green gown and black matte soft leather boots, looking bright and beautiful.
An old man and a young man stood in the middle, and together they held their hands together and made a bow.
Everyone was holding their chopsticks in a daze, and they didn't understand what was going on. One old and one young, they knocked on the wood and played the flat drum, and they actually started talking about books. They were all familiar from the streets and alleys. Qin Xiao, Zuo Yintang and Chen Xiangmei became more and more confused.
, I thought to myself, I’m so excited, I’ve just settled the wine party, why did I start a party?
The handsome-looking Lin Yiqing was not idle either. Her waist made a perfect turn, and she already had a toy-like wooden steel fork in her hand. She was flapping the flat drum and saying "Wuwu lala" in her mouth.
"The voice of "I put on a mask casually, with blue face and scales, crooked mouth and eyes, extremely funny. It circled three times, shouting from time to time. Then it turned around and galloped back like a top, with graceful posture. Suddenly, with a loud shout,
The wooden steel fork was thrown and nailed to the floor. In the room, as the steel fork was nailed to the ground, there was a "Ah" sound in unison.
At this moment, Qin Xiao had a strange feeling. The runes and paintings on the stone walls in the mines in the Centipede Mountains were exactly the same as the weird dance of the uncle and nephew in front of him. What was even weirder was that in the scene of his frequent nightmares,
The words and actions of those dolls seemed to be the same as the actions of the old and the young.
Suddenly, Fan Laochou knocked on the wood again and took out a terrifying ebony mask painted with chicken blood from his backpack and put it on his face. He also took out a red satin embroidered short coat and a yellow mask.
Paper talismans, holding fans and waving handkerchiefs, were dancing rhythmically in the middle of the room, chanting songs to entertain the gods in a "whimpering" tune, and their behavior was weird and nondescript.
The green-faced Lin Yiqing kept his expression and explained: "Everyone, this is the legendary witch dance, also called Nuo opera. It is a kind of witchcraft that has been widely spread in ancient times. Witchcraft is a kind of witchcraft that humans use through
Created from the imagination of gods and ghosts. These ghosts and gods are given human images, with vivid expressions and different personalities. They are the bridge between gods and humans, carrying people's good wishes to eliminate disasters and pray for blessings."
Fan Laochou, who looked as if he was smoking a cigarette, stopped his witchcraft dance and took over the conversation, saying: "The legend about the origin of witchcraft preserves the ancient memory of the rest of human life after the flood, and records the survival and reproduction of ancient human beings.
The arduous journey of travel. In ancient times, people had limited knowledge of the world they lived in. If they encountered natural disasters, they thought it was ghosts making trouble. In order to drive away the demons, they wore hideous masks and held grand and solemn ceremonies.
Religious rituals. With the development of the times, witchcraft has also continued to evolve. The original worship of ghosts and gods has gradually faded in its connotation, and gradually tends to have the dual functions of worshiping gods and entertainment, and is used for sacrifices, funerals, wars, dramas, etc. Or
It is regarded as a pure decoration and art. Regarding witchcraft and information, it is either recorded in ancient books, made into various utensils, integrated into dances and operas, or carved on mountain cliffs."
At this point, I finally cut to the topic and led the topic to the rune murals on the stone walls of the Centipede Mountain Range.
Fan Laochou said proudly: "I guess you all have understood. To put it bluntly, most of human fear comes from ignorance. Once you understand it, you won't be surprised."
Most of the people present were island fishermen. Not to mention drama and folk arts, it was rare to even listen to a piece of drum storytelling. They didn’t know much about the ancient witchcraft and dance, let alone the cow drum and spring. Qin Xiao, Zuo Yintang and Chen Xiangmei
Listening to such an explanation that sounded like drumming and spreading flowers, the fears and doubts in my heart were relieved a lot.
Fan Laochou said: "The rune murals that Boss Qin saw in the ancient caves in the mountains the day before yesterday, including the hanging ebony masks, are just relics of the ancient ancestors. As for why they appeared in the ancient caves in the mountains, the reason is simple.
.The ancient tribes mainly lived in caves, and this living habit has been maintained for a long time even in the era of wooden houses and villages."
Zuo Yintang couldn't help but ask: "Then when we enter the cave, why are there so many phantoms?"
Fan Laochou laughed loudly and said: "Those are just some small spells of witches and gods. It's not surprising. I will take you deep into the mine someday and cast a spell to crack it."
The village chief Liu Guang raised his glass and said: "Senior Fan and Nephew Lin are members of a Nuo opera family for several generations. They are skilled in all kinds of witchcraft and witchcraft. It goes without saying that they can crack the witchcraft and sorcery in the mine easily. I wish Mr. Qin, Zuo
Captain, if you keep working hard, you will succeed immediately."
After the wine party, strangely enough, since Qin Xiao listened to Fan Laochou and Lin Yiqing's explanations, which seemed to be in harmony, the nightmare that she couldn't get rid of seemed to have slowed down.
After resting, a date was chosen. Qin Xiao, Zuo Yintang and Chen Xiangmei once again led the team to gather in front of the mine in the Centipede Mountains. Naturally, this time there were two more actors who were good at singing and dancing, Fan Laochou and Lin Yiqing. Xiao
The detachment was sparse, just like a theater troupe rushing to the theater. The team members took a rest and repaired, and went straight to the mine. After detouring along the mountains for a while, the scenery in front of them completely changed. The waterfalls and springs pouring down, in the whirling little bits.
Under the sun, it shines as clear and silent as the pure and quiet air.
When Fan Laochou saw the array of pines, Tao, and cypresses, and the waterfalls, he got excited and sang a cappella: "As soon as a horse left the border of Xiliang, I couldn't help but shed tears in my heart. Green is the mountains and the world of water flowers..."
Seeing that Fan Laochou was so relaxed, everyone felt a little relieved. Before arriving at the mine they had visited the day before yesterday, Zuo Yintang and Chen Xiangmei lit torches. The mining team surrounded Fan Laochou and Lin Yiqing like stars holding the moon.
In the middle, enter the cave carefully.
After a few days of ventilation, the air in the cave became much fresher and brighter. The stalactites hanging upside down were like butter dripping down and solidifying instantly. When you came to the stone wall covered with rune murals, you could see by the light of the torch
, Fan Lao Chou stared at it seriously, occasionally thoughtfully, with a strange expression. Lin Yiqing also followed closely behind him. Soon he came to the group of high-ranking paintings again, Fan Lao Chou and Lin Yiqing stood together
Stay still and observe carefully.
Qin Xiao and others were like a nightmare, and the illusion reappeared. The plump red lips of the mask were like the dark, cold blood flowing out of a rotting corpse. From a distance, they looked like a face with blurred flesh and blood, depicting the involuntary emotions.
Fate caused the entire cave to quickly collapse and sink, irredeemable.