Chapter 101: Abandoned Land for Headhunting and Sacrifice to God
A group of outsiders suddenly came to the village.
And it is said that he is a descendant of his grandfather.
This news was spread from one person to another, causing a huge sensation in Malu Village.
When a group of people, led by Xigu and Toge, headed to the ancestral house located in the middle of the village, both sides of the road were almost crowded with people.
Men, women, old and young.
They all looked at them with curiosity.
Many of them have never been out of Zhelong Mountain in their lives, not to mention so many Han people.
However, with Xigu and Tog present, they only dared to watch silently, and no one dared to argue.
“This is it.”
A few moments later.
A bamboo building that was significantly higher than other chicken coops appeared in front of everyone.
Because meeting grandpa is a big event.
Chen Yulou only brought Partridge Whistle and Miss Hong.
The three of them are all veterans.
Of course I won't be rude.
But the moment they crossed the threshold and saw the statue of Wuhou on the shrine, the three of them were still shocked.
I saw that on the shrine, Marquis Wu was in the center, and on both sides were tablets dedicated to Simola, the ancestor of the Wa people, and Li Dingguo, the king of Han.
The statue of Wuhou is carved lifelike.
Wearing Bagua clothes, holding a goose feather fan, a feather fan and a turban, and the bones of immortal wind.
It's like sitting on a high platform, quietly staring into the distance.
Moreover, what amazed the three of them the most was that even though more than a thousand years had passed, the ancestral home was still full of incense.
“Marquis Wu made an oath with the Barbarian King back then, and we and the other seven tribes will surrender and guard the southwest border forever for Shu Han.”
“In the blink of an eye, one thousand seven hundred years have passed.”
< br>“All tribes of the Wa tribe have always adhered to this agreement and will never betray it.”
Xigu Qiuda carefully took down a wooden painting from the shrine.
It can be seen that the wood paintings are extremely ancient.
Cyan paint is used in the painting to record the covenant.
With just a few strokes, there is a feeling of transporting everyone through time and space, back to a thousand years ago.
"Everyone...righteousness!"
Chen Yulou had heard about this in his previous life.
I always thought it was fabricated, but I didn’t expect that it didn’t have any processing content.
You know, this is not a year, ten years or a hundred years, but a full seventeen or eight hundred years.
Vicissitudes of life, dynasties change.
In the mountains and dense forests that no one remembers, these tribes of the Wa tribe are still guarding the covenant.
After thousands of years and twenty-three dynasties throughout the ages, I am afraid that only Prime Minister Wuhou can do this.
However.
What he admired even more was these people.
You will know it just by walking through the village.
Life in Maluzhai is not good, and they are still living in the era of slash-and-burn farming.
Most of the time, I rely on hunting in the mountains and forests.
If you want to exchange the little leather you finally saved for grain or salt, you have to go through the vast mountains to reach the chieftain city of Jiangdao clan in Longchuan hundreds of miles away.
But even so, they still stick to their faith.
Just this.
Ninety-nine percent of the time in the world, no, it can even be said that no one can do it.
Listening to Xigu Qiuda's warm voice talking about the events of that year.
Chen Yulou cupped his hands and bowed deeply to the statue of Wuhou in the shrine.
"Where, where..."
Xigu Qiuda waved his hands repeatedly.
But at this moment, his turbid eyes could not hide his pride.
It was as if the perseverance of generations and thousands of years had finally responded.
The Partridge Whistle standing aside saw this scene and subconsciously thought of their Zagrama clan.
The same is more than a thousand years.
The ancestors of past generations have worked hard to break the ghost curse, until today.
It’s just that they died for the lives of their tribe, but the various tribes of the Wa tribe only did it because of an agreement.
Partridge Whistle was filled with emotion.
Putting himself in their shoes, he felt that if Zagrama were replaced by the Wa people, they would not be able to do it anyway.
The red girl’s eyes also flickered.
She is not as far-sighted as Chen Yulou thinks, and she does not have as important a responsibility as a partridge whistle.
Just after listening to Xi Gu’s words.
She just thought about Jianghu.
Everyone in the world prides themselves on honesty and integrity.
It's just that people's hearts are unpredictable, even more so than ghosts. When the interests are at stake, father and son will kill each other. Where can there be any sincerity and kindness?
When people outside mention these small tribes, they always speak with disdain and call them barbarians.
But...
Compared to them.
How much better are these so-called barbarians in Maluzhai than they are?
“By the way, Dana, although I can still speak some Chinese, I can’t recognize many of the characters.”
“There is a copy in my ancestral home that my ancestors sent back south with the King of Han. Can you... look at the letter for us?"
Xigu Qiuda told them many things again.
After a long time.
After he returned the wood painting to the shrine, he suddenly remembered something and whispered to Chen Yulou.
The King of Han went south?
Hearing this, Chen Yulou couldn't help but look to the side of the shrine.
He didn’t know much about Li Dingguo.
All I know is that he was the leader of the small imperial court of the Southern Ming Dynasty.
With the remaining troops, he fought against the Qing Dynasty for many years, but unfortunately he was still alone. After his death, his life's hard work was wasted.
"Okay!"
Let the various tribes of the Wa tribe regard him as a figure of almost the same level as Wuhou Grandpa.
Think about it, he is not an ordinary person.
What's more, just reading the letter is not a difficult task. ,
Chen Yulou did not hesitate at all and agreed immediately.
“Thank you Dana.”
Dana is the name given to young people by the Wa people.
Chen Yulou's magnanimity was outstanding, and everyone who came seemed to be headed by him.
How could Xigu and Toge not see it?
“I’m serious.” Chen Yulou said straight to the point, “I wonder where the letter is now?”
“It’s at Lord Long Mo, the clan’s holy land.”
See you there. He might have misunderstood. Xigu shook his head and pointed to the depths of the village outside his ancestral home.
"Long Moye?"
Hear this obscure name.
Not only Partridge Whistle and Miss Hong were puzzled, but Chen Yulou was also confused.
However, it is a holy place.
In his opinion, it should be an important place in Malu Village.
“I’ll take you there.”
Although Xigu is quite old, his legs and feet are not convenient.
But his character is still the same as when he was young, he is resolute and resolute, and he takes a few people away immediately without any delay.
Out of the ancestral home.
I saw the shopkeeper coming out.
Kunlun, who had been waiting outside, couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
But before he could go up to him, he felt the shopkeeper shake his head at him, signaling for them to wait.
On the contrary, it is the patriarch Toge, who is worthy of being the person who has been in charge of Maluzhai for many years.
Obviously, he knows much more about the world of humanity than Xigu, who is devoted to divination and exorcism.
“Uluo.”
Walled to Uluo, who had a bow hanging on his back.
The latter immediately stepped forward.
“Since ancient times, how can our Maluzhai have any reason to let guests wait outside?”
“Xigu and I are going to visit Long Mo Ye, so you can do it for us two elders. Guys, please entertain the guests who have come from afar, do you hear me?"
Torg asked seriously.
He could see clearly that most of the people in the group were young men in their twenties.
And Uluo is the most outstanding one among the younger generation in the village.
If you let those old guys entertain you, you might feel uncomfortable.
“Yes, clan leader.”
Uluo agreed immediately.
Although I was wary of outsiders before.
But now, seeing that the clan leader and Moba have already brought people into the clan and Lord Longmo, how can he still worry about it.
After watching the group leave.
He walked towards Kunlun with a smile on his face.
Among so many people, the one he admired most was this big guy.
He has dealt with almost all of the tribes and tribes under Zhelong Mountain.
But I have never seen such a warrior come out of any village.
Just standing there.
It gives people a strong sense of oppression.
The other side.
Chen Yulou and the other two, following Toge and Xigu, passed through the village all the way, but the direction was getting farther and farther.
All the way to the dense forest in the back mountain. As soon as I entered it.
He then noticed an inexplicable gloominess and... an astonishing aura of death.
And.
The deeper you go, the more eerie the feeling becomes.
Red Girl didn't have much experience with this yet.
But Partridge Whistle obviously noticed it, and his eyes narrowed slightly, sweeping around like a knife from time to time.
“We’re here!”
Not long after.
Sigu and Toge, who had been leading the way, suddenly stopped.
He gestured to the three of them.
Chen Yulou and others looked around subconsciously.
This is an uninhabited wasteland.
Tall trees that can only be hugged by a group of people can be seen everywhere, with twisted roots and cloud-like crowns, blocking out the moonlight above their heads.
Plus the night is already dark.
The wasteland was as dark as ink, and a few people only felt that the surroundings were shrouded in demonic mist, unknown birds chirped, insects chirped, and the sound of gurgling water came from deep in the forest.
I don’t know why.
The moment you step into this place.
Chen Yulou feels inexplicably familiar.
He suddenly thought of the Ancient Li Monument. Except for the broken walls and the dilapidated stone tablet all over the ground, this place was almost exactly the same as the Ancient Li Monument.
Miss Hong is also an old man who is used to traveling around the world and fighting everywhere.
I can't even notice it.
My left hand secretly retracted into my sleeve, holding a hidden sword, and I felt a little relieved.
The same goes for Partridge Whistle.
Since the last time I met that old turtle on the Nanpan River.
Even when he was sleeping, his two twenty-ring mirror boxes never left his side.
At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the two back figures not far away from him, and gently pressed his backhand on his waist. It was not until that familiar feeling came from his palm that the solemnity in his eyes faded. A little bit.
It’s Chen Yulou.
There is not much change in expression.
Wow——
Suddenly.
A fire suddenly ignited.
The fire light dispelled the surrounding demonic fog and darkness, and several people looked through the fire light.
Only then did I realize that this place was not as desolate as imagined.
Between two big trees far ahead.
A bamboo building stands impressively.
It is somewhat similar to the style of the previous ancestral house.
But...
When the three of them looked around the forest, their expressions changed.
I saw those ancient trees drooping, as if hanging on the branches full of fruits... human heads one after another!
Some have already dried up and even turned into white bones.
Some were still stained with blood, and the strong smell of blood drifted away in the wind.
Looking at the heads, they were all barbarians from the nearby village.
"Long Moye..."
"This is the place where the Wa people hunt their heads to worship the gods!"
Look at those shaking heads.
Chen Yulou felt his heart tremble, and then he suddenly understood.
He asked why he felt so depressed as soon as he entered this place.
There is still a lingering death aura shrouded in the demonic mist.
Now, he finally came to his senses. The Wa tribe is the last tribe in southern Yunnan that insists on hunting heads to worship the gods.
For more than two thousand years.
The Wa people will hold a headhunting ceremony every time they offer sacrifices to gods or before spring planting.
It is to hunt people from other tribes, take back the heads, and send them to Longmoye to worship the god of grain Smola, the legendary god who controls the harvest.
“Headhunter?”
His voice was not loud.
Only the three of them could hear it.
Partridge Whistle’s face changed slightly.
As the leader of this generation of mountain movers, he may have seen more dead people in his life than the mountain people have eaten salt.
But even he has never heard of such a bloody sacrifice.
“Shh!”
I saw the two of them and wanted to ask.
Chen Yulou made a silent gesture.
Sigu and Tog, who were lighting the brazier in front, have turned around.
There was no change in the faces of the two of them, and they seemed to have become accustomed to it long ago.
Think about it, as the clan leader of Maluzhai and Moba, one leads the clan, and the other masters the witchcraft of communicating with the gods.
Perhaps, the headhunting was their order, so why would they feel uncomfortable?
"Three Danas, follow me."
Follow them into the bamboo building.
Chen Yulou discovered that there were obvious traces of human life in this place.
Look at the knotted straw ropes, bones and wooden paintings all over the ground.
He reacted instantly.
The Bamboo House is the residence of the devil Basi Gu.
It’s just...
How could he, a sixty or seventy-year-old man, live in such a dark and hot valley all year round with heads everywhere?
However, he only dared to criticize these thoughts, and would never show them on his face.
Sigu lit the oil lamp on the table familiarly.
By the light of the fire, I carefully took out a letter from the cabinet.
The letter was yellowed and had rough edges, and its style was not of modern times.
"Dana, this is the letter from our ancestors that the King of Han sent back. Take a look..."
Xi Gu seemed to value it very much and said softly.
"Okay."
Chen Yulou didn't waste any time.
Took the letter and opened it.
The ink characters suddenly appeared on the paper.
After a casual glance, he had a rough idea of the content of the letter.
It was written by a man named Sangre before he died, asking his Han colleagues in the army to write it.
Although he died, he kept the agreement with his grandfather with his blood, and even defended the dignity of Maluzhai with his life.
Let the people in the village not grieve.
He went ahead to meet his grandfather and his ancestors.
Just...
Listen to Chen Yulou read the letter word for word.
The two old men, Xigu and Toge, were already in tears.
The Wa people have no written heritage.
After hundreds of years, there are very few people in Maluzhai who still understand Chinese.
So, the contents of the letter gradually became unknown.
It wasn't until today that the two of them finally knew what was written in the book.
At that time, the king of Han recruited warriors from various tribes in southern Yunnan and followed him south to the west.
A total of seventeen people died in Maluzhai. Unfortunately, everyone died, but only one letter was sent back.
Holding the letter, Chen Yulou felt heavy and didn't know how to comfort him.
“This is the glory of my Maluzhai.”
"Thank you Dana for allowing me to know what was written in this letter before it was buried."
Xi Gu put the letter away again.
Now that his worries were finally settled, he became much calmer.
Tog didn’t speak Chinese, but judging from his expression, it was what he thought.
“You’re welcome…”
Chen Yulou shook his head.
When I was hesitating how to ask about Zhelong Mountain.
Xi Gu’s cloudy eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people’s hearts, looking at the three of them.
"If you have any questions, just ask. You are very kind to me, Maluzhai. No matter what conditions you propose, I, Xigu, will agree to you."
"This..."
His thoughts were broken.
Chen Yulou did not hesitate.
Before, when I entered the village outside Snake River, I actually wanted to ask the mountain people here about Zhelong Mountain.
"Xigu Qiuda, do you know where the Worm Valley is?"
I asked him when I saw him.
Partridge Whistle and Miss Hong also looked over attentively.
Waiting for Xigu’s answer.
Just...
I heard the word "Insect Valley".
Xi Gu's face suddenly changed, and his tone became a little anxious.
"You are going to Worm Valley?!"
"That is a forbidden area for the living, a place abandoned by ghosts and gods."
(End of this chapter)