"You're going to do it? Do you have any idea?" Zhao Xi looked at Yan Murong and asked in surprise. He didn't understand why Yan Murong would take this matter on him, but when he saw the confident smile on Yan Murong's face, he said
"Okay, then it's up to you to do it. Just tell me how you need to cooperate - but you have to be careful not to use too drastic measures, otherwise it will be bad."
"What impact does this have?" Yan Murong said with a smile. "This is just feudal superstition, not a religious issue."
"Okay, what do you need?" Zhao Xi asked.
"Find two warriors to cooperate with me."
"no problem."
With that said, Zhao Xi waved his hand to summon two soldiers, pointing and giving instructions. "You will cooperate with him later and do whatever he asks you to do."
It is the bounden duty of a soldier to obey orders, so after Zhao Xi finished speaking, the two soldiers immediately saluted to express their understanding without asking the reason.
Yan Murong led two soldiers to the entrance of the village, looked at a group of excited villagers, and shouted loudly, "Be quiet and tell me if you have anything."
"Telling you?" The man in his forties looked at Yan Murong and said. "Is it useful to tell you? Call your commander."
"I can make the decision." Yan Murong said with a smile.
"Really?" The man looked at Yan Murong doubtfully before saying, "Hand over Ximei. If you don't hand it over after the time has passed, it will be disrespectful to the mountain god, and our whole village will suffer."
"Mountain God?" Yan Murong laughed. "Who said that if you sacrifice to the mountain god, you will be free from illness and disaster?"
"The village chief said it," the man said.
"Oh, then who is the village chief? Stand up and speak." Yan Murong said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, an old man with gray hair and a stooped body who looked to be in his seventies or eighties stood up.
"Little comrade, are you looking for me?" the village chief looked at Yan Murong and asked.
"I'm looking for you." Yan Murong smiled at the village chief and asked. "Old man, when you are here to treat a disease, why do you think of offering sacrifices to the mountain god?"
"It's not me who wants to worship," the village chief said. "It's what Doctor Yang said."
"Doctor Yang?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly in his heart.
Having practiced medicine in the mountains with the old man all year round, he knew these so-called doctors in the mountains very well.
Nine out of ten doctors in these remote mountain villages did not graduate from formal medical schools. They were basically the kind who inherited their father's profession and could only treat simple diseases. And Yan Murong really admired these people---
--Everyone is a generalist. Not only can they treat people, but they can also look after the livestock and poultry in the village. They can also help anyone who has insects in their fields.
It's just that today Yan Murong's eyes were opened. Doctor Yang in this mountain village is really very powerful. He is not only a doctor, but also a wizard who is only found in some ethnic minority villages.
Sacrifice to the mountain god? What a joke.
"Who is Doctor Yang?" Yan Murong asked, looking at the villagers.
"I am." A skinny old man wearing a coarse cloth waistcoat next to the village chief stood up and looked at Yan Murong and said.
"Oh? Are you the doctor of the mountain village?" Yan Murong asked with a smile. "Why do you think worshiping the mountain god is useful?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? Send Ximei back quickly, otherwise it will be bad if it takes longer than that." Doctor Yang did not answer Yan Murong's question, but urged Cui Cui.
"Return, why don't you return it?" Yan Murong laughed and said, "When will the time come?"
"There's still time for two sticks of incense."
"Oh, that's enough time." Yan Murong looked at Doctor Yang and asked. "I'm just curious and want to know what this mountain god looks like."
"You baby, why do you talk so much nonsense?"
Before Dr. Yang could speak, the middle-aged man shouted impatiently. "If you can't take charge, just call your leader."
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious." Yan Murong waved his hand and said, "I just want to ask Doctor Yang about the process of worshiping the mountain god."
Doctor Yang looked at Yan Murong and then explained the specific process.
Yan Murong shook his head when he heard this, sighing secretly that these people were so stupid.
Emotional people usually don't worship any gods or Buddhas at all. Whenever something goes wrong, they just find a young girl in their 18s or 19s to worship the mountain gods. Not to mention whether it's useful or not ----- let's just say this
If you don't burn incense on a regular basis, the mountain gods won't care about you if you act like you're doing it temporarily.
"Are you saying that you are the only one who can go up to the stone platform when worshiping the mountain god?" Yan Murong asked, pointing to the stone platform on the mountainside not far away.
"That's necessary." Doctor Yang said. "Although I am a doctor, I know a thing or two about these things - I am the only one who can talk to the mountain god about such a big matter, and the mountain god cannot be disturbed.
It’s not good for too many people to go up there.”
"Then can you go up with me and take a look?" Yan Murong asked.
"What are you doing up there?" Doctor Yang asked, looking at Yan Murong warily.
"I'm just curious and want to go up and take a look." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Don't worry, I'll return the girl to you after I go up and take a look."
"real?"
"Really, it can't be true anymore." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Actually, I've seen this kind of thing in other villages before. Don't tell me, it's really amazing - that place
There was a flood, and a big girl just got in, guess what?"
Yan Murong gushed and said, "It turned out to be really effective. Not long after the girl jumped into the river, the water dropped a lot."
"That's for sure." Doctor Yang said confidently. "You young people don't believe in ghosts and gods, so you can't see these things. If you have something to do, you can't ask them.
Help you."
As he said that, Doctor Yang looked at the middle-aged man in his forties and said. "Goudan, since this kid wants to go up and have a look, you should take him up and have a look." Before the sacrificial ceremony begins
I can't go up there, it would be disrespectful to the mountain god."
"Okay." As soon as the man heard that Yan Murong had finished reading, he would put Ximei back. He immediately led the way and walked over with the two soldiers.
"Wait, they can't go up." Doctor Yang saw that the two soldiers were about to follow him, and immediately shouted. "Just go up. Too many people will disturb the mountain god."
"Oh, okay then." Yan Murong nodded, winked at the two soldiers, and followed the middle-aged man up.
"Uncle, how high do you think this is from top to bottom?" Yan Murong asked as he walked.
"I don't know either." The middle-aged man said.
"Oh, when did this ritual of worshiping the mountain god begin?"
"I don't know about this either." The middle-aged man thought for a while and said. "But according to my father, it seems that it has been around since the backing village was established hundreds of years ago."
Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Yan Murong was confused - for hundreds of years, it was because of the isolation of the village that this kind of superstitious thinking was created.
In hundreds of years, how many beautiful girls in the village have been destroyed.