Jimma dragged him all the way to the great locust tree, and then looked back at him, his eyes bright, like the sun falling on the water through the dappled shadows of the trees. She said, "Let's go up to the tree, there's a bird's nest, it's fun, come up." ”

With that, Jima let go of her hand, like a dexterous ape, and climbed up to the branch of a tree a few feet above the ground with a few clicks along the thick tree pole, and then looked down at him and said, "Come up, the leader can say it, you are so strong in martial arts that you can't even climb trees, right?"

Yang Xianmao smiled, raised his hand, swished, threw out the flying rope, hooked the bottom branch, pulled it violently, his body fluttered like catkins with the wind, flew up to the lowest branch, and landed beside Jima.

Jimma was surprised and delighted: "I can't see it, you really have the ability, in this case, why do I have to climb up hard? You hold me, let's use the zipline all the way to the highest branch, see?"

Jimma raised her hand and pointed to a horizontal branch above her head, which was supposed to be the last branch close to the canopy to support their bodies.

Yang Xianmao didn't say much, his left hand reached over and grabbed Jima's waist, and his right hand threw out a flying rope, hooked the horizontal branch, and with a sharp pull, the two of them walked up lightly, passed through several branches lying overhead, and easily landed on the highest horizontal branch.

Ji Ma Jiao panted, covered her towering chest with her hands, and said: "It turns out that what the leader said is true, you really have such ability, no wonder the leader is so optimistic about you." ”

She turned and fumbled around the trunk. Although it has reached the canopy of the tree and is close to the top, because the branches are particularly huge, more than a dozen people below can't hug each other, and when they reach the top, there are two or three people hugging so thickly.

The branches that stretched out were also unusually strong, and they could even move steadily on the largest branches without worrying about falling.

Jima held Yang Xianmao's hand tightly, and said: "You come with me, be careful, this branch is no problem to bear me alone, but you are so fat, in case the branch breaks, you can save me, otherwise the two of us will fall into the water and go out, hehe"

Jimma wasn't joking, the tree was lying across the pool, and if it fell, it would fall into the water.

Jimma pulled him along the branches, and only stopped when he was about to fall and break, and before their eyes, a huge bird's nest appeared in the darkness, where the two branches crossed, like a large bath.

Gimma grinned, grabbed the nest, rolled in, and then poked her head out and beckoned, "Come in!"

Yang Xianmao looked inside, and the bird's nest was covered with straw. So he climbed in, and the branches shook slightly, and by the moonlight she could see the shadows of the trees on the pool.

This bird's nest is like a warm round bed, lying in it, and under it is soft straw, and the smell of straw comes from it.

Before Yang Xianmao came back to his senses, Jima had already turned over and pounced on him, and her hot red lips kissed his mouth.

Yang Xianmao immediately felt that the hot blood in his whole body seemed to be thrown into a torch bonfire, and a raging flame ignited in an instant. He vaguely guessed that it was the incense that was lit in the house that made him unable to control himself. So, he hugged Jima desperately.

The branches of the trees quickly rose and fell rhythmically, and the mottled shadows of the trees fell into the quiet pool of water, becoming a puddle of broken silver.

…………

When the storm stopped, Yang Xianmao came to his senses.

He was about to let go of Jimma under him, but he was hugged tightly by Jima.

Yang Xianmao was terrified: "I, I, I'm sorry ......"

"I'm sorry, I'm so happy......"

"But I'm a monk......

"I know, you're worried about not being able to marry me. Jima lay in his arms, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes and said, "Don't be nervous, we Yi people are different from you Han people, we don't need to stay together for a lifetime, and we can't stay together for a lifetime." Tomorrow morning when the sun rises, you must leave me. Even if you want to stay, I won't let you live in my house, this is our rule. You can only come to me when the moon rises. ”

When Yang Xianmao heard this, he was very shocked, how could there be such a custom?

After much questioning, he confirmed that Jimma was telling the truth.

It turned out that the Yiren tribe practiced a marriage system, and the children only knew the mother and uncle, and in many cases did not know the father, and there was no father's status in the family. Because the Yiren tribal family is matrilineal, the woman fell in love with her sweetheart and recruited him to stay overnight, and she had to leave before dawn. And after the birth of the pregnant child is also raised by the woman, if the woman has only recruited one man to meet, she can still know who the father is, if there are several men at the same time, it is not clear who is the father. Of course, the father is not sure that he is the father of the child.

Yang Xianmao was dumbfounded, he really couldn't imagine that there was such a custom.

After Jima finished speaking, he held Yang Xianmao's face and said softly: "You don't have to feel guilty, my sister added medicine to the incense lit in your house, you are like this, and I hope for it." I am already very happy, and I want to conceive your child, to be as smart, handsome and capable as you, and to become the patron saint of our people. ”

Yang Xianmao couldn't say a word, so she could only hold her in her arms and quietly look at the moonlight in the sky.

The moon slowly moved across the sky and set down the mountain.

According to the rules of the Yi people, when the sun rises, it is time to leave Jima. At this moment, infinite melancholy rose in his heart.

Jimma's heart is full of happiness, she gave her virginity to a man she likes, and she is waiting to blossom and bear fruit. She hugged Yang Xianmao's body tightly, feeling particularly comfortable. She squirmed to make herself more comfortable.

And at this moment, Yang Xianmao pressed her mouth and said softly in her ear: "Don't make a sound, someone is coming." ”

Jimma stiffened for a moment, kept his posture of preparing to turn over, listened attentively, and sure enough, several people stepped on the rocks by the stream, whining and crying, and came to the side of the pool, until they reached the big locust tree by the pool.

In the midst of the crying, there was also a middle-aged man with a strange voice, chanting a series of strange unintelligible languages, and I don't know whether it was a mantra or what, the voice was particularly strange in the moonlit night.

Jima turned over slowly, crawled over Yang Xianmao, leaned out of the bird's nest and looked down, and by the moonlight shining through the cracks in the branches, he saw a dozen people sitting by the stream in the open space by the pool.

After only looking at it for a moment, she understood what was going on, then turned sideways slightly, patted Yang Xianmao's cheek with her hand, and made a gesture to signal him to climb up and take a look.

As Jimma crawled over him and looked down, Jimma's sleek body and seductive fragrance fascinated him, so much so that Jimma didn't even come back to his senses when he greeted him.

Jimma pinched his cheek, and then he came to his senses, took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then turned slightly sideways, propped up half of his body, and looked under the bird's nest from Jima's side.

At this glance, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

I saw a door panel parked in the open space by the waterhole next to the big locust tree, and the corpse of a thin woman lay quietly, and the reason why the corpse could be identified as a woman was because of the moonlight, and it was clear that the sheets covering the corpse had been lifted to the side, revealing the corpse.

This corpse made people feel so eerie and terrible, because it was so thin that only a skeleton remained, although the face was very good, it had already fallen out of shape under the thinness, the long hair was scattered on the door panel, even the fullest chest could no longer see the curve, and the huge pelvis showed the outline of the bones, which was so conspicuous that it made people feel desolate.

It is probable that the woman had died of some kind of disease, and must have been tortured for so long before she died that she could not eat or sleep properly, that her body was so emaciated and resembled that of a skeleton.

This is not the weirdest thing that makes Yang Xianmao feel the most, because he has seen too many corpses that have died for various reasons. The dead body itself does not make him feel terrified, what makes him feel strange is the actions of some other people. They stood by the brook and watched the hoarse middle-aged man, dressed in strange robes, chanting incomprehensible scripture incantations, dancing and jumping somewhere.

Jima leaned into Yang Xianmao's ear and said in a low voice, "This person is a mage of our tribe, and his spells are very powerful. They were washing corpses. ”

Washing corpses?

Yang Xianmao was a little creepy, hearing such a strange word in the middle of the night really made people's hearts furious.

He stared at the wizard below, he danced very wildly, as if he was possessed by some mysterious force, because that kind of jump, it really didn't look like his own action, but a natural reaction under the action of external forces, which made Yang Xianmao very surprised.

Yang Xianmao noticed that next to the female corpse lying on the wooden board, there were several half-grown children kneeling, with long hair and shawls, wearing a hat on their heads, and holding several crockpots in their hands.

In addition, a middle-aged man took paper money and kept throwing it into the air. The paper money floated in the wind, falling on the rocks at the edge of the pool, falling in the water, and in the moonlight, the water waves gently swayed like fallen dead leaves.

After some dancing, the wizard finally quieted down, and then sat down on the edge of the pool and gasped.

The middle-aged man held a tray in his hand, and four copper coins were placed in the tray. He held the tray in his hand and walked to the edge of the pool.

Jima whispered, "It was this middle-aged man's sister who died, and those who died were her sister's children. They were about to put the copper coins into the pool of water and buy back the yin water to wash the corpses, so that the dead could go to the underworld cleanly. ”

Do you have to use money to buy water to wash the corpse? Yang Xianmao has never heard of this custom. It's the first time I've seen it.

I saw that the middle-aged man slowly put the tray in his hand in the stream, and then sank the tray into the water. Strangely, these four copper coins actually floated above the surface of the water and did not sink down.

In a matter of moments, the wizard jumped up again like a spell, his hands fluttering, and shouting into the sky. The others also shouted with their hands to the sky, their faces raised in the moonlight.

Jima whispered in Yang Xianmao's ear again: "Those copper coins have not been saved, which means that they have bought Yin water, and they can fetch water to clean the corpse, so that the corpse can go to the underworld to be reincarnated safely." ”