Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 453: Welcome God
Chapter 453 Greeting God
"Master Wang, did you pay attention to that old man? Was she in this posture just now?" I squinted my eyes, my face was cloudy.
"Did you see her move?" Master Wang reacted more violently than me, with a tremor in his voice.
"I hope it's an illusion." I walked to the old man, she was obviously a corpse, but there was a pair of cloth shoes under the bed.
What's more interesting is that this pair of shoes is placed upside down.
"Is this also a custom in their village?" I couldn't figure it out, so I looked at the live broadcast room. This detail only attracted the attention of a small number of water friends.
Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "Little friend, I have figured out some of the secrets of this village."
"Please tell me the half-immortal." I turned around and found nothing strange, so I went downstairs with Master Wang. It was really frightening to stay with the corpse of this weird old lady.
"The ancestors of this village should have lived in Yin."
"A person who has passed the shadows?"
Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "Crossing the Yin is also called Xiashen or Zouyin, which means passing from the yang to the underworld."
"It is said that people who are able to pass the Yin will not cry when they are born, and according to common sense, children who do not cry will not survive, but they can not only survive, but also much smarter than others, They know when they will die since they are sensible. The first time a person passes Yin is often unconscious, and it happens in his sleep. This is like a natural reaction when the body develops to a certain point. Of course, it is not Very sure at a certain age. They remember their dreams very clearly, and they will gradually realize that they are passing the yin. The placement of the shoes determines the life and death of the person passing the yin. When passing the yin, one of the shoes must be turned upside down Yes, if everything is corrected, the Yin people will wake up, if they are all reversed, they will never be able to return to the world of yang.”
"Banxian, do you mean that this village was built by the Yin people?" I stood alone by the wall with my mobile phone in my hand.
"I just saw the double shoes under the couch, up and down, and I feel suspicious. Only people who have lived in the yin will retain this habit." In the past, the first Yin-passing people might have lost here due to various reasons. Over time, they formed villages and continued bloodlines. Most of their descendants should have lost the ability to pass Yin-traveling, but it is not ruled out that there are people with extraordinary talents. Just like the girl who was disfigured before, she is probably the only person in the village who has passed through the shadows, and she can freely travel between Yin and Yang."
Liu Banxian's analysis is not unreasonable. If this village was established by the descendants of the Yin people, it can also explain why there is a custom in the village where the living and the dead live in one family, and the empty building opens the door to put the coffin.
Here, the lines between life and death are blurred.
"This is the weirdest village I've ever seen, that's all, An Sheng just stay here. I don't think too much about optional missions, as long as I can save my life." Glancing at Master Wang and Feng Minglong, Just because the three of us have no ability to fight against the whole village.
Looking out the door of the stone building, some lights suddenly lit up in the dark village, sporadically, some stone buildings and the door of the earthen house were lit with white wax.
"What is this doing?"
The dirt road that runs through the village from north to south is illuminated by these candles, and the flames flicker in the dark wind, lengthening the shadows of the houses.
Not long after, the sound of suona was heard from the entrance of the village, which was extremely sad.
The suona sound was just the beginning, like a signal, gradually the sound of gongs and drums sounded.
"This is what Lushan and the others said about welcoming the gods." I stood sideways in the house to prevent being seen, and looked at the people at the entrance of the village with the help of my judgment eye.
Suona, noise music, gongs and drums, a few people in large colored robes, Chuicui Dadao, walked at the front of the line. They all wore paper masks and painted baby faces. Their movements were exaggerated, as if they were dancing.
"The dress is so bright, it looks like a wedding banquet, but the music played is scary and scary, and it seems to be in a funeral. I don't understand, I really don't understand." Master Wang hid on the other side of the door frame: "You two look Did you come up with any tricks?"
"Why do you care so much? Maybe it's the local customs. I said you two can't stay in the house honestly? If you are found out, wouldn't it be disappointing for the Lushan family to be caught? Our good intentions?" Feng Minglong stood behind me, poking his head out from time to time, curious about what happened outside, and worried about being exposed.
"Don't make noise, just wait and see."
The team at the entrance of the village moved, with gongs and drums beating in front to clear the way. In the middle were four middle-aged men carrying a special sedan chair. The man who was sitting at the entrance of the stone building was among them. He was wearing a mask, but I recognized his special handmade clothes at a glance.
The sedan chair is not big, and there is no one inside. The whole body of the sedan chair is covered with red embroidered velvet cloth, painted with pictures of the Eight Immortals, two big dragons are embroidered on the top of the sedan chair, covered with a hemp rope net, and a long section of white silk is decorated in the middle of the sedan chair roof. .
"Red and white sedan chair?" I have never seen such a strange sedan chair. In the past, weddings in the countryside were all red sedan chairs for auspiciousness. This red and white sedan chair looks really weird.
I leaned my phone out of the door and looked down at the live broadcast room: "Banxian, this sedan chair is empty and there are no people sitting in it. It has a big red cover, but it is wrapped in white silk on the top. You said that they are planning to let the sedan chair go. Who sat there?"
Liu Banxian at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain: "Wrapped in red and hung with white, this is called a soul sedan chair. The customs vary from place to place, so I can't make random guesses. I can only make sure that this sedan chair is definitely not for people to sit on."
I nodded silently, thinking of the word that Lu Shan had said before - Yingshen.
"There are double-faced Buddha statues in the stone building. If every household is like this, then the **** they welcome is the double-faced Buddha?" I was taken aback by my guess. In my impression, the double-faced Buddha The Buddha is an existence at the same level as the black hand behind the underworld show, and it is far from what I can deal with now.
"It's hard to handle. Assuming that everyone in the village is a double-faced Buddha believer, once I show up, not only will my identity be discovered, but I may also be besieged by the whole village." This village is weird and unpredictable. , I am not familiar with the place of life, if I really want to have a conflict with them, I must be the one who suffers.
"It seems that we must keep a low profile. My identity must not be exposed." I am a little glad that I didn't smash the double-faced Buddha statue for points just now. I took a step back and hid my body in the shadows. Watch the lines outside.
"The people in the village want to greet the gods on this day, and Lu Xing also happened to get on the bus on this day. He was originally from this village? Or did he come here specially to cooperate with the villagers under the order of the Double-faced Buddha? Complete the ceremony?" At the level of the double-faced Buddha, his vision is different from ordinary people, and the things he arranges are very meaningful, not to mention that he sacrificed so many disabled believers in order to send Lu Xing here.
The team of villagers welcoming the gods slowly approached, beating gongs and drums, and it was very lively, but all the people accompanying them wore masks, and no one spoke, nor could they see the expressions on their faces.
"These people are really scary." Feng Minglong murmured in a low voice, and it's no wonder he had such a reaction. The dirt road was dark, and there were buildings with half-open doors on both sides, and white wax was lit every few meters, reflecting the firelight. On the faces of the crying and laughing paper dolls, it was like a ghost walking in the night.
The team quickly passed by the gate of the stone building. The three of us outsiders did not dare to show our atmosphere and hid in the house.
We didn't dare to stand up and watch until the sound of the suona drifted away.
"Have you gone far away?" Wang Shi was the first to poke his head out, and his body froze when he stretched halfway.
"What's wrong?"
Feng Minglong and I also looked outside, only to see a child who had fallen behind in the middle of the dirt road, looking straight at the three of us.
"I was discovered!"
The child is only as tall as my knees, and his small face is completely covered by a paper mask. I can't see his expression, only the weird patterns drawn on the paper mask.
"He seems to be smiling?"
The three of us have lost our minds, and this child left behind is a complete accident.
The procession of welcoming the gods gradually moved away. The children wore paper faces and looked at us for a long time. Instead of shouting or making noise, they ran unsteadily, chasing after the long line ahead.
"It was a false alarm." Feng Minglong heaved a sigh of relief, leaning his back against the wall and hid in the room, while Master Wang and I looked gloomy, with some bad premonitions in our hearts.