Chapter 9: When things go wrong, there must be a demon
Shoton Festival, Xuanyin Mountain Grassland.
In the early morning, a fiery red glow floated out from the east, and a loud and powerful horn sounded through the sky.
Ke Yue stood attentively on the green grassland... Such a shocking scene made her feel the power of faith in her heart.
Devout believers gather together to burn incense for purification and to welcome the gods.
Ke Yue looked back at her uncle Mingyu, who had a solemn expression, and asked softly: "Uncle, is this a mulberry burning ceremony to eliminate impurity and filth?"
Mingyu stared at the believers in front and nodded in awe, "It is also purifying and cleansing the evil desires of the elves."
On the green grassland, the music of suona suddenly sounded, and the devout chanting of lamas complemented the music, and the lingering sound filled the vast grassland.
The sun rises slowly, and wisps of golden light shine on the grassland.
Mingyu, Keyue and Jinmei walked towards the opera performance venue along with the bustling crowd of shepherds from the Western Regions.
Mingyu was dragged to the stage by the crowd, followed by Ke Yue and Jin Mei, who were more than ten feet away from him.
When he turned around and looked around, he unexpectedly discovered that the white-bearded old man and the boy who were performing the "Tongtian Technique" in the small town of Kangshi were walking behind the crowd, walking toward the southwest of the venue...
That day in Kangshi town, Ke Yue once said, "This magic performance seems to hide evil spirits."
Mingyu also felt that the grandfather and grandson were not like ordinary Jianghu people. They were full of weirdness and mystery.
He couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.
Mingyu didn't have time to greet Ke Yue, so he squeezed out of the bustling crowd and followed the two of them.
The old man with the white beard and the boy were wandering around leisurely, but their eyes were patrolling carefully, as if they were looking for someone or something.
After following them for a while, Mingyu discovered that three muscular men in black clothes about five feet away from them were also paying close attention to their every move.
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After watching the first act, Ke Yue and Jin Mei realized that their uncle Mingyu was missing. They were no longer interested in listening to the play. They hurriedly searched around the theater, but there was no sign of Mingyu. They couldn't help but feel anxious.
stand up.
Ke and Yue rushed to the performance venue where they were riding horses and drinking yogurt to look for Mingyu.
There are five rows of bowls filled with yogurt in the center of the playing field, with thirty bowls in each row.
Among the five contestants, four were tall and round-waisted prairie men, and the remaining one turned out to be a young man of about fourteen or five years old. His handsome face showed the indifference in his eyes, and his every move showed elegance and refinement.
The young boy caught Ke Yue's attention, and she intuitively felt that this boy was something special.
The yogurt drinking competition is an important program of the Shoton Festival. The purpose of the program is to protect the full reproduction of life from harm.
In the summer from June to July, when animals and plants reproduce and grow, the lamas must practice behind closed doors in the monasteries and cannot go out of the mountains. They have to wait until the Shoton Festival to go out. The believers make yogurt from milk and offer it to them, which does not kill animals and
Honored the Lamas and Living Buddhas.
The rules of the entertainment performance competition are that contestants ride on costumed horses, and while the horse is running, they have to drink a whole bowl before they can continue running and drink another bowl. The contestant who drinks thirty bowls of yogurt first wins.
Suddenly, several high-pitched eagle calls came from the sky, shaking the sky and stopping the clouds, penetrating with soul-stirring power... An eagle hovered over the young boy's head for a while, then spread its wings and roared away.
Ke Yue paid close attention to the boy's actions. The boy was fast in the game but very calm, with the composure of an adult.
The boy picked up the last bowl of yogurt, looked back at the players behind him, and then raised the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
The surrounding herdsmen suddenly became quiet, and then they sighed in whispers - "Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth."
Ke Yue noticed the young man behind him. The sweat on his face slid down the grass. He staggered and led the horse to the finish line step by step... The lively crowd suddenly became quiet.
When the sick young man drank the last drop of yogurt, straightened his back and raised the bowl to signal, thunderous applause and cheers erupted...
The young man lost the game, but won dignity and respect.
People poured into the arena to offer hada, surrounded him and the boy, lifted it up and threw it into the air to express their sincere respect.
Ke Yue and Jin Mei were deeply affected by the atmosphere at the scene, and for a moment they forgot about looking for their uncle Mingyu.
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"Dear guest from afar, beautiful girl, please drink this bowl of yogurt as pure as snow."
A girl about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in colorful national costumes, stood behind them holding a holy hada and yogurt.
"I am Dorje's sister Cangqiong. He is the pride of our family. God bless him and good luck allows him to win."
The girl's big, clear eyes suddenly flashed at Ke Yue and Jin Mei.
"Dorje", Ke Yue remembered the boy's name and looked at the boy in the crowd. Unexpectedly, the boy's eyes also looked at them, and the two looked at each other.
Ke Yue and Jin Mei bent down to take the hada and yogurt in turn, and then drank the yogurt in one gulp. A strong milk fragrance filled their mouths, and their whole bodies felt cool and comfortable.
Jinmei took out an exquisite silver hairpin as a return gift and gave it to the girl.
Silverware is a very precious gift from the grassland tribes, which represents purity and good luck! The girl was very surprised, and happily accepted it with her knees bent to thank her. She also warmly invited Jinmei and Keyue to their home to express their gratitude.
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The white-bearded old man and the boy mysteriously walked into a "caravan" campsite.
Uncle Mingzi observed from a distance that the camp was quite large and was surrounded by more than a dozen large and small tents. There were capable warriors armed with weapons standing guard at the entrance of the camp. It was difficult for outsiders to see clearly what was going on inside.
There is a flagpole erected in the center of the camp. On the top of the pole hangs a pennant flag that symbolizes the status and name of the world, rustling in the wind. The black flag flag is embroidered with ancient ferocious beasts - Tao Zhu in gold thread.
The silence in the "caravan" camp is in huge contrast to the hustle and bustle outside.
Mingyu approached the entrance of the campsite and noticed that in front of the entrance of each tent, there were precious Mongolian BMWs grazing leisurely. They had tall bodies, long necks, soft manes, and every muscle was
Shows strength and majesty.
"What a beautiful horse." Mingyu praised secretly.
What makes Mingyu feel strange is that these pack horses do not have the bells of other caravans. Bells are very important in the horse team. One person can lead seven or eight horses over a long distance. Only by hearing the long sound of the bells can each other know that the people and horses are safe.
The key is that the sound of the bell has the effect of removing evil spirits.
"This caravan is unusual." Mingyu said to himself.
"Why is it so quiet in the campsite?"
Mingyu couldn't help but feel a little curious. He looked carefully for a long time and found that all the horses' hooves were tied with felt. Therefore, the horses walked very quietly.
The "caravan" carrying goods was so heavily guarded and behaved abnormally and strangely. Uncle Yuming couldn't help but become suspicious of this mysterious caravan.
If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. My intuition tells me that this caravan is not a member of the demon world, but also a sneaky organization.