The dojo on the North Mountain was officially opened on August 20. Gradually, with the development of the dojo, its scale is grand, the number of people is large, the atmosphere is warm, the devotion is devout, the content of worship is rich, and the results are funny, which is unprecedented in the history of Pak Son Commune.

The people of Xinghua Village really know two idioms, that is, what is jaw-dropping and what is expected.

Although among the young and old in the village, only a few children who have gone to school can accurately interpret these two idioms.

At the beginning, although it was rumored in the village that on August 20, the gods on the north mountain would reopen the cave to help the world and save the people, but it was only limited to some women and spread secretly.

Most families, especially men, scoffed, saying that our ancestors have lived in this mountain for generations, and they have never heard of any gods.

Why will a cave fairy pop up all of a sudden, but coax the babies and cubs not to cry and play.

Originally, only a very small number of women in Xinghua Village were keen on worship. It was all under the encouragement of Jin Lian, and under the tandem of Zhenshu women everywhere, they gradually moved their minds and had the idea of being ready to move.

Even so, they did not dare to spread it with great fanfare. Even, some people don't even dare to speak out about their own men.

The men in Xinghua Village are basically utilitarians, and if they don't see rabbits, they will never let go of the eagle talons that are clenched in their hands.

As soon as they heard the woman's words, they stretched their faces and reprimanded, save your energy, go to the fields to do more work, and be idle.

He also said that a woman's house would not be opened for three days, and she would be arrogant if she gave a little skin. I still want to be close to the gods.,Stinky and beautiful you.。

The women did not dare to force it, although their hearts were already in a mess. By the twentieth day, no one in the village had moved unusually.

I got up as usual, dressed and ate, and pondered where to go to harvest corn and grain. There are people who want to go to Beishan to worship and worship, although they have prepared the necessary things, they have not picked up the head to go up the mountain.

They walked around the courtyard and watched, pretending to be indifferent. But the eyes are nervously watching, to see which one is moving, and who is starting to act, so as to find an excuse for their actions.

Those mothers-in-law who were eager to try in the past seem to have such thoughts. They pressed their temperament in unison, secretly competing for patience.

Just as there was such a stalemate, I saw a figure flashing at the intersection leading to the outside of the mountain. At first, there were a few scattered figures, and gradually there were groups of three or five figures.

When the sun rose in the middle of the sky, an endless stream of people rushed into the village, stepped over the ditch, passed through the courtyard, and went straight to the north mountain.

If you look closely, they are all unfamiliar faces outside the mountain. There were men and women, supporting the old and the young, carrying baskets in the crooks of their arms, in which there was a big wrist made of fine porcelain, coarse porcelain or kiln, and a pair of newly bought red chopsticks and a foot of brand-new red cotton cloth.

What's more, some old men and old ladies who have been bedridden all the year round have also been rushed to Beishan by their children and grandchildren, or carried on their backs or pushed by carts, and rushed to Beishan in one go.

It was like stones being thrown into a pond one after another, splashing the waves that swelled up at the source.

Xinghua Village immediately seemed to be boiling a pot, and the villagers were boiling. People rushed to tell each other, saying that there were really gods on the North Mountain, if not, why would the people outside the mountain enter the mountain.

In addition to being surprised, the women and women who were already preparing to go to worship immediately tore off the dough that had been pinched for a long time, and hurriedly joined the worship procession, and marched to the top of the high and steep north mountain together.

It is like a riverbed with a flash flood. The surging flow of people roared, rolled, shocked, washed, and swept up more people who had been watching the scenery from the shore, and merged into the rapids.

Followed in a panic, blindly followed, and swept away involuntarily, running towards the north mountain, running to the top of the mountain Pingkan, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

As a result, the riverbed was pounded wider and wider, and the flow of people became more and more turbulent, and its magical power became more and more powerful.

As a result, it further attracted a more turbulent flow of people, washed over a wider riverbed, and exuded more magical power.