A group of seven people drove Daben and arrived at Sheephorn Ridge Village on the edge of the 100,000 Mountains in the afternoon of the same day.

In front of Wu Fan's newly built small building, many people are coming and going, busy, some women are washing dishes, chopsticks and vegetables, and a few young men are preparing meat for the banquet, and some are cooking.

The wine banquets in the countryside are almost the same, and the uncles and brothers of many clans come to help, killing pigs and sheep, fish, chickens and ducks, everything, and thirty or forty tables fill the courtyard and stretch out into the open space outside.

Seeing Wu Fan get out of the car, many villagers surrounded him, and Wu Fan greeted and responded warmly.

At five o'clock in the evening, amid the sound of artillery and suona, Fan Junsheng's family came, and some leaders of the county also came. Huang Zhishu had divorced his wife, and he also came to the banquet, and when he saw that Hu Yuling was also there, and he had a close relationship with Wu Fan, he was frightened.

Before nightfall, the banquet had already begun, with thirty or forty tables and bowls stacked on top of each other, and the joyful atmosphere lasted until late at night.

The wine feast in the countryside will continue until noon on the second day, and the breakfast and lunch will be eaten by the people of the tribe, and the guests will not come again.

Early in the morning of the second day, Wu Fan led everyone to play around Sheephorn Village, with beautiful mountains and clear waters, which made Cheng Qiuyun admire, saying that he would retire in the future and come here to retire.

The tourism project invested by Fan Junsheng is in full swing and has attracted many tourists. Jigongling is also within the tourist area, and the Taoist temple is being repaired.

"Ask God in the village tonight, Fan Zai came back just in time, you can ask your father and mother if you are doing down there. "At lunchtime, Aunt Chun, the mother-in-law of the clan uncle Guiyang, said. The bottom of her mouth refers to the underworld, the village asks God, that is, through witches, to communicate with the dead ancestors of their own family.

"Yes, Brother Fan used to study outside, and he must have rarely looked at God, so he must watch it tonight. Wu Sihai, the son of Uncle Wu Fan, is still in the sixth grade of primary school, and said on the side.

"Oh, do you have a question, just tonight?" Wu Fan's eyes lit up and he asked.

"If you ask God tonight, you can go and ask your father and mother what they have to say, and what they need. Grandpa and Wu Fan sat at the same table and commanded.

"Yes, grandpa, was my father and mother really hit by a car and died? I have always had the same dream since I was a child. Wu Fan said.

"Do it every night?" Wu Sanye was about to pick up the vegetables, when the chopsticks stopped in the air and asked.

"No, it seemed to be a little more frequent when I was a child, but it only took a few months to dream about it, and sometimes only once in a few months. I haven't dreamed about it for a long time, but I slept upstairs last night and dreamed again. Wu Fan said.

"What did you dream about? Is it your mother's dream, or is it your father?" asked Wu Sanye.

"No, every time it's a very vicious man, with a woman in his arms around him, pointing a sword at me, laughing. Wu Fan said. Grandpa was so nervous, he didn't say it if he knew it, and let this secret rot in his stomach.

"I haven't heard you talk about it before, what else? Tell me quickly!" Wu Sanye said eagerly.

"I remember every time that wicked man said: Kill your father and mother, are you convinced?" Wu Fan said.

"What kind of messy dreams are you having! What about the end?" Wu Sanye's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.

"In the end, it was the wicked man who stabbed me with a sword, and I was awakened. ”

"Ridiculous!" Wu Sanye pondered for a long time, and finally shook his head and buried himself in eating.

shouldn't have told grandpa everything, Wu Fan regretted it and quickly took a few bites of food.

Cheng Qiuyun, Gu Xuanting and Zhong Kai were all excited when they heard that there was a question. Zhong Kai's family is on the outskirts of Baihe County, and there is no such custom in the village, and it is the first time I have seen it.

"When I was full, I went back to my house in Xieshu Village, and I came back in the evening to drink. Huang Shuigen put down the dishes and chopsticks, said goodbye and left.

That night, the scene of asking the gods was set up under the banyan tree at the entrance of the village, near the two tables of eight immortals, surrounded by many people, mostly women and children. A bright gas lamp hung on a tree branch, illuminating people's smiles vividly. Most of the young and middle-aged men went out to work, and most of the people in the village were old people, left-behind women and children, and some men in their forties and fifties could not find a job in the city, so they had to stay in the village to work as farmers and do some casual work.

On the table under the tree, a dustpan was set up with a layer of white rice and a pile of eggs in the middle. Three incense sticks were lit on an incense burner in the middle of the table, and a large candle was set up on each side, and the candlelight flickered. A witch from afar, dressed in black, with her hair coiled up, her face furrowed deeply, and her body was very thin, but she was in good spirits.

"Ah Fan is back, ask God tonight, you have to ask your father and mother what is going on down there. A villager saw Wu Fan and greeted.

"Ah Fan finally came back and asked him to come first. "It's humane again.

"Wow, Wu Fan is a big boss, and he has a new building and is developed. Several young women shouted.

"You have to learn from Brother Fan, read good books and make a fortune in the big city. "A young woman is teaching her children.

"Which one comes first, sit down at the table. The witch spoke.

"I'll come first!" "I'll come first!" Several young women were unwilling to be left behind, and rushed to the table of the Eight Immortals outside, and sat down on a bench, their faces full of antiquity.

There were exactly eight people sitting at a table, and there were three seats left, and before Wu Fan stepped forward, he was occupied by two middle-aged women and his uncle Guiyang.

Cheng Qiuyun and Gu Xuanting pushed Wu Fan, annoyed that Wu Fan did not occupy his position, and sighed.

"Let's see if the spirit is good first, the second one is better!" Wu Sihai said that he was not very old, but he was old.

"I heard that a witch in the waterhole is the most spiritual, why didn't she invite it from there?" said Huang Shuigen.

"Silly, maybe, how do you know it's not. Wu Datong retorted.

"You always say people are stupid, and you're even more stupid, don't you hear her accent? Huang Shuigen said.

"Don't make a noise, it's time to start. "Wu Shikaido.

At this time, the witch began to mumble words in her mouth, reached for the dustpan and grabbed a handful of white rice. The noise around them gradually subsided, and even the noisy children opened their mouths wide and looked at the witch quietly.

"Put your hands on the table and rest your head on it. The witch glanced around, and looked at each of the eight questioners. The eight people at the table heard it and did as they could. At this time, everyone was silent, and their faces were nervous, but the witch was still chanting.

"Heavenly spirits, earth spirits,。。。。。。 The witch muttered as she walked around the table of the eight questioners.

A minute passes.

Three minutes passed.

Five minutes passed.

The witch returned to the table of eight immortals and stood still.

"Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law。。。。。。 The witch's shriveled right hand waved, and the whiteness dazzled the eyes. Wu Fan looked intently, and a few bits of white rice fell from the hair of the eight questioners, which turned out to be thrown by the witch just now.

In the blink of an eye, the scene of asking God was extremely quiet, and the needle drop could be heard.

A minute passes.

Three minutes passed.

Five minutes passed.

Suddenly, the eight God Questioners on the Eight Immortals table, their hands spread out on the table all shook slightly.

"Dada, dada, dada,。。。。。。 ”

"Dada, dada, dada,。。。。。。 ”

As if they couldn't control their hands, they all knocked on the table, and the atmosphere of the scene was quite eerie.

Those who have already seen it many times have a calm expression, such as Wu Sihai, who is smiling, while some little children are very nervous and dare not come out.

Wu Fan hadn't seen the scene of asking God for many years, and he was still shocked when he stood on the spot at this time. When I was a child, I saw asking God, but I was not impressed, but at this time, I was already an adult, and it was the first time I really participated in asking God. Although it is so miraculous to ask God, when you think about it, the witch's method seems to be similar to hypnosis.

"Have you all seen your ancestors?" the witch spoke, breaking the eerie silence.

"I saw it, I saw my grandfather!"

"The child is too hard, it's so bitter!"

"Grandma, grandma, don't go!"

Three or four of them responded, and the others did not, and the hands on the table continued to knock on the table, only to increase the indescribable nervousness.

"Every house asked God, and he who wanted to ask, and they saw men. The witch's voice was very high-pitched.

"Even give birth to his grandmother, what do you want for the holidays, you have to say it, we haven't forgotten you. A man behind the young woman asked.

"Burn more paper money, I'm having a hard time down there, don't usually fight for a lifetime, he's still young, don't work too hard, your body is important." The young woman lying on the table replied as she knocked her hand on the table.

"Eminem, Eminem, children are not filial. July 15 is coming soon, and the child will burn a lot of paper money, don't worry. The man whimpered with shame. Eminem is calling him mom.

"On the third nail in the door of the hall, a bag was hung with some loofah seeds, don't forget. And the young woman who asked God said.

"I know, I know, Eminem, I haven't eaten, I haven't drank, tell us. The man was already sobbing, and said.

"Spirit, this witch is also so spiritual!" Huang Shuigen lowered his voice and said excitedly.

"I still need you to say, when the people in our village are stupid, will they invite people?!" Wu Datong glared. If the witch is a respected person in the village, how can it be compared to the kind of small village in your Xieshu Village. Wu Datong slandered his lower abdomen.

"Daddy, how are you doing over there?" Guiyang's daughter-in-law asked, standing behind him.

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The first question passed quickly, and everyone who asked had received a satisfactory response, and in the coming days, there were many things to arrange, one by one, and there was no hurry. If the people in the underworld live well, the people in the yang world can be at ease, and year after year, the long years in the mountain village have passed like this.

In the second session, there were many people who enthusiastically went up to ask God, but when they heard that Wu Fan finally came back, many people humbly got up and let Wu Fan go first. In fact, even if other people are not humble, it is not a big problem, Wu Datong and Wu Sihai will inevitably be noisy, so that those who want to grab the position are ashamed of themselves and automatically give way.

"I'll help you ask. Wu Datong wanted to reassure Wu Fan and said. Wu Datong meant that he would stand behind Wu Fan, and after Wu Fan saw his father, he was responsible for asking, which was called asking God.

Most of the villages in China have similar activities to ask the gods, and the forms in some places are different, some places are dancing gods, and some places are sand table spirits, which are essentially the same as asking the gods.

For decades, such activities were strictly forbidden because they were considered feudal superstitions, but in the last two decades, the mind has opened up, and such activities are no longer seen as a flood beast and are resurrected in the countryside. The witch also has a way to live, and can earn a little white rice, eggs and red envelopes to help the family.

Wu Fan was lying on the table, nervous, this was the first time in his life to ask God, if he wasn't nervous, it was fake.

"Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law。。。。。。 The witch's spell came as scheduled, and Wu Fan felt white rice fall on his head.

"See? your ancestors. The witch asked.

"Grandpa, when I saw Grandpa, he had something to say. One of them asked.

"Eminem, don't go, my son knows it's wrong, and he shouldn't gamble all day. "Another humane

"I can't see clearly, I haven't seen Ah Gong. ”

The process of asking God continues, as before. Wu Fan's hands were the same as everyone else's, tapping and tapping, constantly tapping on the tabletop.

An hour had passed, and the other questioners and their families had already asked questions. As soon as the witch saw that a person who asked God had been questioned by his family, she stretched out her hand and sprinkled a handful of white rice on the head of the person who asked God, and the person who asked God immediately woke up like a big dream and sat up straight. The family members next to him immediately stepped forward and helped the questioner out.