Chapter 102: The Spying of the Great Ghost of Divination and Witchcraft
As the only Moba in Malu Village who can communicate with the great ghost.
Xi Gu can vaguely guess some.
The purpose of this group of people coming all the way to Zhelong Mountain.
But...
Even if he had been sitting in Lord Longmo watching the vicissitudes of the world all his life, he never expected that Chen Yulou and the others would be so bold.
That's Worm Valley.
It is a place abandoned by many ghosts and gods.
When a living person goes there, there is only one result, and that is to turn into a ghost. After death, the ghost cannot even return to the ancestral place, Hulu Cave.
Can only drift in the mountains, forests and rivers.
Be a lonely ghost.
Not just him.
Even the patriarch Toge, who does not speak Chinese, seems to understand their intentions.
An old face was full of shock and disbelief.
He shook his head again and again.
He was saying something very fast.
Obviously discouraging.
If it were anyone else, he might just let it go.
But they are grandpa's descendants, and they unraveled the contents of the letter for him and Xigu.
I am a distinguished guest of Maluzhai.
The Wa people never sit idly by and watch their friends and benefactors put themselves in danger.
“Xi Gu Qiuda, we people have traveled thousands of miles just to come to the Insect Valley.”
“It can’t be changed. Please understand.”
Looking at the reactions of the two old men.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but sigh secretly.
Why doesn't he understand that Worm Valley is dangerous?
But now that the arrow is on the string, there is no turning back.
Not only for the cultivation resources in Dazang, but more importantly, the Muchen Bead is already close at hand.
Look back now.
All efforts are in vain.
How can we talk about changing one's destiny against nature?
“Must you go?”
Hearing this, Xigu suddenly fell silent.
He raised his head and looked blankly outside the bamboo building. The fire in the brazier was swaying in the wind, and the interplay of light and shadow made the heads hanging among the branches look even more ferocious.
After a long time, he looked away, looked at the three of them with a complicated expression, and asked softly.
"Yes!"
"I have to go."
Chen Yulou nodded.
It is different from the complicated hesitation of the two Xigu people.
His eyes were clear, and there was only a deep determination between his brows.
"I do know the route to Worm Valley, but..."
Seeing this, Xi Gu's face became more helpless.
He wanted to say.
I have seen more than once that a living person was instantly dissolved into a pool of blood after entering the Demon Valley, or only white bones were left.
He wanted Chen Yulou to retreat when he faced difficulties.
But now it seems that they are determined to enter the Worm Valley.
He hesitated.
He turned around and said something to the patriarch Toge beside him.
The latter's face suddenly changed, and his expression became extremely excited.
What a pity.
Chen Yulou and the others couldn't understand what they were saying.
I can only roughly guess a few.
It should be that Xigu finally agreed and told Tog of their choice, but the latter thought that Worm Valley was too dangerous and that letting them go would mean death.
During the argument between the two, Xigu also hesitated.
Slowly spit out two words.
Then Tog was stunned for a moment.
After thinking for a long time, he nodded.
Seeing this, Xigu finally made up his mind and turned to the confused Chen Yulou and the others and whispered.
“I need to release the ghost.”
“Let Meji the Great Ghost make the decision.”
"Let ghosts go?"
It was too late to be surprised by Xi Gu's previous words.
Miss Hong and Partridge Whistle couldn’t help but frown slightly.
This word is weird and unfamiliar.
They have never heard of it.
But just from the literal meaning, letting ghosts out also has a bit of a strange feeling.
"Okay, thank you Qiuda."
What is different from the two is.
Chen Yulou did not hesitate and agreed immediately.
Because he knew that the Wa people had a tradition of inviting ghosts through divination since ancient times.
An extremely ancient method similar to the method of burning bones for divination before the pre-Qin Dynasty.
The native people who have lived here for generations, whether Wa, Dai, Jingpo, Sanmiao, or Guyue, have more or less mastered some mysterious witchcraft.
He calmly shook his head at the two of them, indicating that they could just wait.
Aware of his gaze.
The two of them felt a little relieved.
He took a few gentle breaths, suppressed his doubts, and looked over seriously.
While talking.
Xigu had already stood up, walked to a pile of bones, and sat down cross-legged.
The ground in the bamboo house was in a mess.
It seems that it has not been cleaned for a long time.
When they walked in through the door, several people saw ropes, wooden paintings and bones.
It’s just that those bones don’t look like human bones.
It seems to belong to poultry or wild animals.
Xigu didn’t explain too much.
A pair of hands slowly moved across the ground, and finally selected a chicken bone as white as jade.
Put it in your hand.
By the dim light of the oil lamp next to me.
Chen Yulou then noticed that his hands were extremely strange, and his palms were larger than ordinary people.
I can’t even see any lines on my palm.
It’s not that the palm prints are so faint that they can’t be seen.
But there really isn't any.
Looks like a shoddy prosthetic hand.
"The hand of the hidden prime minister..."
Looking at his hand, Chen Yulou's heart moved, and a few words slowly emerged.
He learned physiognomy when he was young.
The face has a physiognomy, the bones have a bone physiognomy, and the hands have a palmistry.
In palmistry, this situation is called the hidden hand.
It is said that people with this kind of palmistry will be lonely and lonely all their lives, destined to walk alone.
But in all these years, he has never seen it.
Unexpectedly, I saw it in Xigu today.
But if you think about it carefully, the Wa demon Ba communicates with the great ghosts and has power that ordinary people cannot imagine.
It seems that I can only serve as a servant of ghosts and gods for the rest of my life.
If you don’t marry, you have no wife and no children.
I am really a widower and lonely, having all four things.
At this moment, his heart moved slightly, and for some reason he thought of Partridge Whistle.
According to the original direction of fate, the same is true for him.
The theory of fortune-telling, Feng Shui and the five elements, everything is connected.
If that is really the case, it stands to reason that his palm prints should have gone from hidden to visible, right?
After all, because of his existence, the butterfly flaps its wings, and many things have quietly changed its destiny.
It’s just that he hasn’t really paid attention to Partridge Whistle’s palm reading. He might take a look if he has the chance.
Make up your mind.
Chen Yulou breathed out secretly.
When he looked again, Xigu had closed his eyes slightly, curled his fingers slightly, held the chicken bone, and raised his hand to place it above his head.
Muttering words.
It’s just... that tone is extremely weird.
One byte after another, the words flowed from his lips.
Rather than chanting a mantra, it is better to say that it is singing ancient songs.
Not only that, he took another drum and beat it rhythmically.
The drum beat was slow and dull at first.
But as the spells from his mouth continued to pop out, the drumming quickly became more rapid.
It fell on everyone's ears like a violent storm.
Especially the two completely different tones, mixed together, give people an indescribable sense of depression.
Miss Hong’s face was pale and she was obviously feeling unwell.
Partridge Whistle’s hands hidden in the sleeves of his robe were clenched tightly, and his beating eyebrows also revealed his changes in words.
"Crow Drum..."
Chen Yulou stared at the drum in Xigu's hand.
Use wood as a frame.
But the drum head obviously does not belong to cattle, sheep, or even wild beasts in the mountains.
Judging from the dark red color above and the looming death aura. It was clearly made of the same material as that map, made of human skin.
The reason why the Wa Moba can communicate with ghosts and gods is to establish contact with ghosts and gods with the help of croud drums.
And.
Thinking of the fruitful heads outside, using human skin to sell drums, it doesn’t seem to be anything.
Thinking of this, Chen Yulou was about to breathe a sigh of relief.
But immediately, an inexplicable throbbing emerged in my heart.
With the sound of rain-like drum beats.
An indescribable ‘power’ began to come.
Looking out of the corner of my eye.
The demonic mist shrouding the dense forest of Long Moye had gathered outside the bamboo house at some point.
The thick fog continued to surge, condensing into various strange shapes.
There seemed to be countless ghosts hidden in it.
While trying to break free from the fog, he swallowed everyone in the bamboo house in one gulp.
"Wait...are they the ghosts and gods believed by the Wa people?"
Chen Yulou's eyebrows jumped.
He could clearly sense that something was peeking from the darkness behind them towards the bamboo building where they were.
Glancing to his side.
Xi Gu was still beating the drum and chanting the mantra.
Tog held his breath and concentrated, not daring to move for fear of disturbing him.
As for the red girl and the partridge whistle.
Looking at his expression... he was completely unaware.
"Meji Dagui."
The name Xigu mentioned many times came to mind.
Chen Yulou’s expression suddenly changed.
But after thinking for a moment, he resisted the urge to look back.
In such a weird atmosphere, it is best not to mess around with unknown existences.
There are countless examples of curiosity killing the cat.
What's more.
Although that thing is snooping in the dark.
But it did not reveal any evil intentions.
I think it is the result of generations of worship from Maluzhai and the surrounding Wa tribes.
As for why it spied, it was most likely that it noticed three strange auras in Lord Long Mo.
When he was at war with heaven and man.
The sense of spying that enveloped my mind suddenly disappeared, just like the ebbing tide.
The corner of his eye glanced around subconsciously.
The heavy falling demonic mist has dissipated and returned to the depths of the mountain forest.
Xigu, who had kept his eyes closed, opened his eyes.
Those cloudy eyes.
The moment I opened it, it was clearly black and white, completely unlike an old man in his 60s or 70s.
But...
Soon the turbidity began to rise again.
When his eyesight returned to normal, Xigu also slowly opened his big hand.
I saw cracks appearing one after another on the jade-like chicken bone.
“Meji’s ghost’s thoughts have come down.”
Xi Gu looked down and suddenly said.
“How to say?”
Upon hearing this, the expressions of Chen Yulou and the other three people changed slightly.
All eyes fell on him.
“Straight lines are good luck, fine lines are bad luck.”
Xigu stretched out his big hand and handed the chicken bone to several people.
Just.
The three of them looked carefully.
Exposed cracks on chicken bones.
It seems disorganized and has no trace to follow.
But for some reason, the cracks seemed to be running straight, giving off an indescribable feeling of chaos.
"This... Xigu Qiuda, what kind of hexagram is this?"
Not only did Partridge Whistle and Miss Hong see it unclearly, but Chen Yulou also didn't understand its meaning.
Call it messy, and it is indeed messy.
It looks like a child’s doodle masterpiece.
But it is said to be straight. Although the cracks bifurcated, they did not intersect with each other in the end, and finally disappeared at the edge of the chicken bone, as if extending into nothingness.
“Misfortune and good fortune intersect, and blessing and misfortune depend on each other.”
"The meaning of Meiji Ghost is that this trip to Insect Valley is the middle hexagram."
Xi Gu was actually quite curious in his heart.
Over the years, he has performed divination for the village countless times.
But bad things are bad things, and good things are good things.
The third result has never appeared in the divination results.
But today, he saw the bones that were between good and bad.
To know.
Wa Village Moba, communicates with ghosts and gods, has incredible power, and can divine the future.
And, in order to make the results more obvious.
He specifically chose the method of bone divination.
In the divination of the Wa people, there are grass divination, wood divination and bone divination, with bone divination being the highest level.
Since ancient times, except for major matters related to the safety of the village, it will never be used easily.
But the Zhong Gua still appeared.
There is something wrong with this matter itself.
But...
Worm Valley itself is a place abandoned by gods, so it seems reasonable for this situation to occur.
"Zhong Gua?"
Listen to these words from his mouth.
The three people couldn't help but have strange expressions on their faces.
Even Chen Yulou is like this. He thinks that he has made countless preparations in advance in order to steal the great treasure of Zhelong Mountain.
I dare not say that I am 90% sure.
But at least 60 to 70%.
Why did the great ghost Meiji give the middle hexagram?
Is it possible that the success of this trip is only 50-50?
“Xigu Qiuda, is this hexagram good or bad?”
Girl Hong, who had not spoken a word, couldn't help but raise her head and glance at the old man.
“It’s good to say it.”
“It’s bad to say it’s bad.”
“But...Insect Valley is extremely dangerous and has been an abandoned place since ancient times. The big ghost gave the middle hexagram. In my opinion, your trip should be successful."
Xi Gu smiled and shook his head.
After hearing his explanation of the divination, Miss Hong's anxious heart suddenly calmed down a lot.
Can achieve good things.
The shopkeeper has put in so much effort during this period of time for this trip.
Partridge Whistle didn’t know, but she saw it all.
Although even she doesn't understand why the shopkeeper must come here.
But as long as it's his decision.
The red girl never objects.
Just don’t let your hard work go to waste.
"In addition, when you enter the valley, I will ask Uro to escort you. There is also a demonic miasma in the Insect Valley that can eat people. I will go into the mountains to collect medicine for you these days."
Speaking of which.
Xigu glanced at the patriarch Toge next to him.
I saw that his expression had gradually calmed down, and he was no longer as excited as before.
"Thank you Qiuda..."
Listen to Xigu's words.
The last worry in the hearts of the three people disappeared.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but clasped his fists in thanks.
Others may not be aware of the horror of the Worm Valley Miasma.
He knows best.
In the original work, Chen Yulou changed from the leader of Xiling, the leader of Green Forest Bandits, and the owner of Chenjiazhuang to the blind man Chen living in seclusion in the market, which was due to the miasma of the insect valley.
Before coming.
For this, he had made a lot of preparations.
But judging from Xigu’s tone, the Wa people who have lived here for generations seem to have herbs that can resolve the poisonous miasma.
That would be perfect.
"It doesn't matter, some small things are far less than the kindness you have shown me to Maluzhai."
Xi Gu waved his hand and said with a humble face.
As he spoke, he stood up slowly and threw the chicken bone in his hand into the stove nearby.
See this.
Chen Yulou and the others couldn't help but feel a little strange.
"The bones have the aura of a great ghost and cannot be left in the world."
Although the three of them did not speak.
But Xigu seemed to be able to see through their thoughts and explained in a low voice.
“That’s it.”
The three of them suddenly realized.
“Let’s go, the three Danas have come all the way, and Malu Village is in full bloom, so we must celebrate it!”
(End of this chapter)