During this silent period, except for the natural barrier of the cliff, due to the terrain, there were no strong men with guns patrolling and investigating.
The edges of the open space on three sides of the wooden house were all crowded with people. There were three floors inside and three floors outside. In addition to the Zhao family at the beginning, the Qian, Sun and Li families also appeared one after another.
The outfit that shows your identity is very complete, as if you are afraid that others will not be able to tell which company you belong to.
The equipment is more luxurious than the other.
Ye Zhaoling saw a lot of Barretts and mini-cannons.
If Qingcheng Mountain had an altitude of more than 900 meters, the terrain was steep, and the winding mountain road was not built for fear of disturbing the grandma, these people would most likely be able to drive the tank up the mountain!
Ye Zhaoling looked at the short knife in his hand and the Tang Dao in his coat, and then at the bald man digging in the dirt in front of him.
Ye Zhaoling:6.
Mao: What’s that look in your eyes! Are you insulting my character in your heart? Damn human being!
Ye Zhaoling ignored it and fell into deep thought.
It seems that the plan to go to the top of Qingcheng Mountain has to be postponed. She may even have to be a cave knight for a whole night...
Fortunately, I went down the mountain in the morning and treated the injury on my shoulder.
Although it cracked a little when I hit the ugly thing, the bleeding is not violent now.
Otherwise, with the hole in her chest, even if she would not be discovered, the dog would just stay in this corner, but she would have two serious injuries that continued to bleed. There was no guarantee that she would not lose too much blood and end up here.
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She originally thought that Ye Jiu's idea of letting her stay on Qingcheng Mountain did make sense...
Mao Tuanzi was scratching the soil when he suddenly turned his head and opened his mouth wide. Ye Zhaoling saw the strange scene below through the two rows of big teeth, and quickly closed its big mouth with quick eyes and hands to prevent it from screaming.
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The ten people around the old man entered the wooden house one after another.
A few minutes later, each of them came out holding an iron basin covered with white cloth.
The old man woke up from his fugue and saw a child struggling to carry an iron basin. He was about to take the iron basin from his hand, but was blocked by the mother beside the boy.
Her expression was firm and calm from beginning to end, and she shook her head at him.
"Sir, since he started school, he has been very fond of dictating the Taoist scriptures you taught. Abao, is that true?"
The boy glanced at his mother with wide eyes, opened his mouth and was a little timid. He shrank next to the old man before he dared to speak: "Mom, I'm only six years old, and I can't even remember the pinyin! You clearly asked me to write that article.
Draw according to the copybook... draw every day, draw every day, can you not recognize me?"
The old man's skinny palm paused for a few seconds on the little boy's head. After all, he still didn't touch his head. Instead, he turned his back. The dark hood looked at the boiling iron pot on the stone stove in front of him. The sound was no longer what it was before. People could easily
You can hear the choking and trembling in those words: ""Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Immeasurable Human High Grade Miao Sutra", old man, I was still playing with mud when I was six years old, but Xiaobao can read at six years old! The Yangtze River Back Wave Push
Qianlang! Not bad, not bad.”
Then he turned his head, swung the black robe with his crutch, and dropped it to the ground, revealing the Taoist robe underneath. His face was still covered with a yin and yang mask. He took out a yellow scarf from his arms and put it on.
Above his head, the person sat in the air next to the iron pot.
A copper bell floated in his hand, he grabbed the bell and shook it.
"Dangdang!——"
Then the sound was like a loud bell.
"Three obeisances!"
The people kneeling at the edge of the open space all kowtowed in the direction of the iron pot, as if pounding garlic.
These are hundreds or even thousands of people!
For a moment, it seemed like I was back on June 6th, at the top of Qingcheng Mountain, where the Wu Qianye family worshiped at the Grandma Temple.
Ye Zhaoling was also among the melon-eaters watching the ceremony.
Looking at this funny scene, she almost had the illusion that she had become some kind of big shot.
Because of the direction in which people knelt and worshiped, behind the iron pot was a wooden house, and behind the wooden house was a cliff. On the top of the cliff, Ye Zhaoling, a sneaky dog, lay.
Ye Zhaoling hesitated for a moment: How about I kowtow to help the fun?
"The ancient saints, who had the authority of the two qi in their bodies and the objects and images of the three talents, created records to exhaust the countless changes, and drew hexagrams to guide their changes. And the records have the method of great development, and the hexagrams have the text of recommendations, and the calendar is derived from them.
Yan."
"The time has come, it's time to get into the pot."
“After putting it in the pot, don’t stop the fire!”
This is the scene Ye Zhaoling least wants to see.
The ten people carrying the iron basin lined up, and one by one they lifted the white cloth on the iron basin, revealing a pitcher of pitch-black juice.
There seems to be something soaked in it.
After pouring it into the big black pot, a breath instantly swept across the entire Qingcheng Mountain.
There is no exaggeration in the slightest. Even if people are at a certain distance from the iron pot, and even Ye Zhaoling stays in a high cave, it seems that he has been pulled into another realm in an instant. All he sees and hears is the black pot.
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This smell!——
An intoxicating aroma blows towards your face like spring breeze turning into rain.
Ye Zhaoling took a deep breath, and her nose was filled with a rich fragrance. This smell made people feel very comfortable, as if bursts of warm sunshine were shining on her body.
Sunlight?
Ye Zhaoling raised his head and looked at a tree not far away.
The shadows of the trees dance like ghostly shadows, and the full moon hangs high in the sky, but the world is still sleeping soundly in the thick darkness, making people sleepless.
Watching people pour pot after pot of unknown objects into the black pot, and then the aroma sweeps through everything. The four families who bowed down to the black pot kowtowed, fanatically and excitedly, and they didn't know what night it was.
Ye Zhaoling felt creepy. After just taking a few puffs, he felt countless thoughts emerge in his mind.
She seemed to remember a lot of things, but she seemed to be unable to remember anything.
She didn't know if this was her imagination.
Because she did remember a lot of things, and those things were familiar to her, something she had seen with her own eyes and even done with her own hands.
She lowered her head and looked at the hairy dumpling, but she didn't see where it had a nose. She had no choice but to pinch her nose: "Do you smell anything?"
Mao Tuanzi: ...Are you suffering from Alzheimer's disease? Such a disgusting smell blocked my five senses the moment it came out.
Ye Zhaoling frowned, took out a mask from his pocket and put it on, but it was of no use.
The smell is weird, as if something has been forced into someone's brain.
But……
Ye Zhaoling looked at the old Taoist priest next to the black pot. This guy was mumbling words, and the copper bell in his hand rang and stopped following a certain pattern.
After all, there was something wrong with the soup inside the iron basin after it was poured into the pot.
Or is there something wrong with the scriptures recited by the Taoist priest and the Taoist bell in his hand?!
Ye Zhaoling looked at them without blinking, as if he was afraid of missing some important information.
Mao Tuanzi: I suddenly remembered that this old man was the only Taoist doctor on Qingcheng Mountain, and the plaque he received could be burned for more than ten winters. It is said that when he was young, he was a disciple of a certain sect, and later he was banned from practicing Buddhism.
He was expelled from his master's school. Therefore, he not only cured diseases and saved people, but also mastered the art of divination and fortune-telling.
Mao: Some people say that he is a friend of Taoist Bai Yu, but he has never admitted it. Moreover, although he is a benevolent healer and teaches Taoism to save people, he never accepts disciples and does not allow others to call him Taoist master or master.
Mao: His prescription is only known to the old people on Qingcheng Mountain. To this day, many people are still willing to believe in him, and even risk everything to get the prescription. By the way, his name is Lu Hangao, his real name, not his stage name.
Mr. Hangao?
Are this Hangao and that Hangao the same person?
Mao: It's just that I can't understand it. He is going to die this year. Now that he is causing trouble, doesn't it make it clear that he will not die well? What on earth does he want to do? Why bother?
Ye Zhaoling was also thinking: "No wonder these people trust him so much and are even willing to give everything. It turns out he really has such ability."
This world is indeed full of unknown power.
Ye Zhaoling's eyes swept over the gurgling black pot, the old Taoist priest next to the black pot, the ten men, women and children sitting next to the black pot, and then circled past the kowtow men at the edge of the dense forest.
Because of trust and preconception, I worship and believe without thinking too much.
Being in a game within a game, I don’t know where to lose myself.
The thumping sound was even noisier than the cicada chirping in June.
Ye Zhaoling was condescending and stared at them quietly, feeling the power of this fanatical belief, but feeling a sense of sadness in his heart.
Mao: These people who kowtow must be crazy!
Mao: They don’t really think that they can reach heaven in one step by boiling a pot of soup of some unknown substance, do they?
Her expression changed again and again, but her heart became more and more nervous, and she clenched her fists in her hands.
The aroma wafting in the air made Ye Zhaoling almost nauseous.
However, there was an urge in her heart to drink a bowl of soup from the black pot!
The bell on Ye Zhaoling's wrist made a crisp sound, which was small and difficult to detect. She glanced at the bell, suppressed the doubts in her heart, and was horrified: "Is there really a way to control people's hearts in this world?
