Chapter 85: Thousand Sons Cave (1)

I smiled, turned my head to my shoulder and said, "This is Lin Li, my colleague, Xiao Hei, say hello to her." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"This is Blackie, my cat." I smiled and said to Lin Li, "It's a pity you can't see it, it's very beautiful, and it sounds good." ā€

Lin Li stepped forward in surprise, stretched out her hand, and felt on the yin qi: "It's incredible, soul pet." ā€

"It was sucked to death by Lan Zhen, so it can't be reincarnated, follow me, and you won't have to be bullied by other lonely ghosts."

Lying on the bed at night, I watched Xiao Hei standing on the windowsill, looking at the direction of Qianzi Cave. Since arriving in Lan Village, Xiao Hei has become restless, I don't know if it has something to do with the residual aura of Alan in Lan Village, or if it has something to do with the approach to Qianzi Cave.

In fact, the entire Lan Village has a very unusual atmosphere, and the village is shrouded in a thin layer of blue mist from the outside. In my previous experience, this should be a sign of heavy yin qi, but there is a powerful jumping god in Lancun, and it stands to reason that there should not be these things.

I slept in a daze at night, as if I saw Cheng Xi coming, sitting on the windowsill touching Xiao Hei's head and talking, but I was so sleepy that I fell asleep again all of a sudden, and I didn't know what he said.

At breakfast the next day, I talked to everyone about what I had thought about last night. Feng Zuqing smiled and said, "What you see should be right, it is Yin Qi." We have assisted in the investigation of Lan Zhen's bizarre death case before, and we also conducted a detailed investigation of Lan Village at that time. ā€

Saying that, Feng Zuqing pointed to the square dedicated to dancing gods not far from the window and said: "The famous grandmother temple in Lan Village on the square is actually not dedicated to the 'grandma' we usually say, but another thing. Because the locals know that this kind of thing is going to be known by outsiders, they will definitely be afraid and dare not come. They were all secretive, and said that it was a grandmother's temple. ā€

I looked at the small temple with red and green and strong incense, and said, "What is enshrined in there?" ā€

"Meng Po." Feng Zuqing said: "You go in and take a look at that statue, although it is a beautiful woman's appearance, but her right hand is holding a lotus-shaped bowl. The tour guide will tell you that it is the blessed water that contains the blessings of the world, and then ask you to buy the small test-tube like blessed water in the temple, which is actually a lie. ā€

"Hehe, not all tourist attractions are like this." Chen Yibai said: "But when people buy these things, they have good intentions in their hearts, and it doesn't mean that they are useless." ā€

I said curiously, "So, the bowl in that woman's hand turned out to be the legendary Meng Po soup?" But for what purpose is there a worship of Meng Po here? ā€

"Temper the ghost." Chen Yibai took out his mobile phone and released a video for me to see: "Look, this is the video of them dancing the gods, see what is the difference from the ordinary?" ā€

I was first stunned by the huge scene, looking at the scale of Lan Village, plus the many outsiders who come here to open hotels and restaurants, it feels like there are no more than a few hundred people, but there are at least 200 people gathered in that small square to dance on this video. That scene was crowded with people, and the gongs and drums were noisy and not exaggerated at all.

It's just that the dancing gods in my memory are all dressed in red, green, and green, and have various decorations on their bodies, while the dancing gods and goddesses in Lancun are all dressed in black, with only two palm-wide strips of red cloth hanging on their chests and backs, hanging down their waists.

The shape and style of the waist bells are very similar to the general ones, but when I get closer, I can see that each one is embossed with a skull pattern, and the entire waist bell is carved with strange Sanskrit charms.

"These are rebirth spells." Chen Yibai pointed to the spell on his waist bell and said, "And it's the oldest version of the death spell." Every time the god comes down, it is one hundred and eight movements, and the waist twists three hundred and sixty times, a bit like the prayer wheel of Tibetan Buddhism. How many times you turn around, you will be able to transcend the soul and enter the six realms of reincarnation. ā€

"Transcendent souls? Does it refer to the soul inside the Thousand Sons Cave? But that's not to say that there are tens of thousands of Yin spirits. ā€

Feng Zuqing continued: "So later, we studied it carefully, and found that their dance set was always towards the Qianzi Cave, if the yin soul inside could not be exceeded, then the purpose of this ritual was probably to strengthen that seal." ā€

"Meng Po is the guardian of the two worlds of yin and yang, and although the death spell is a bridge between the two worlds of yin and yang on the surface, it is actually a barrier between the two worlds of yin and yang."

I looked at the people dancing happily on the video, and said to myself, "It seems that those ghosts are not simple, and it takes an entire village of people like this to use this special ritual to strengthen the enchantment for generations." ā€

At this time, the owner of the B&B suddenly appeared at the door and said, "The person you are looking for is here." ā€

I looked up and saw a middle-aged couple standing in the courtyard outside the door, both dressed in the costumes of local villagers.

This was Alain's only remaining relative in the village, the woman was her cousin, and the man was her cousin-in-law.

When she heard that we were here to inquire about Alain, my cousin became a little wary. I hurriedly said that I was a former colleague of Alain, and I also showed them the photos taken on my mobile phone as assistants in the crew.

After reading this, my cousin sighed and said, "Hey! This kid is good at everything, but she has low eyes, you say that she looks like this, where can she be a movie star. As he spoke, he looked at the photo and said with some surprise: "But your mobile phone is so good, and the photos look much better than my own." ā€

A few of us looked at each other, and although my cousin said this casually, we knew that it was not the problem with the phone, but that Alan had been changing. I asked, "I heard that Alain's mother is not from this village." ā€

"Yes, Alain's father is also confused, and he found a white face from another village."

"What do you mean by whiteness?"

"It's different from us, we dance gods, those are all ancestors, don't treat us as the kind of gods and goddesses who cheat money. We only jumped in front of Qianzidong in Lan Village, and we didn't help people eliminate disasters or fool others. ā€

"But Alain's mother was the daughter of a fortune teller in a foreign country, and the fortune teller was arrested and shot when he was just liberated because he used evil magic to cure a child and cure people of madness. He left behind three children, the youngest of whom was Alain's mother. ā€

The cousin-in-law next to him also sighed: "Alain's father is quite an honest person, he met Alain's mother outside, and he took her in when he saw that he was pitiful." The first few years were good, and then there was Alain. But later, Alain's father wanted to add a son, but Alain's mother disagreed. ā€

My cousin snorted in her nose and said, "My cousin is too honest, so he let that woman mess around." Later, everyone found out that Alain was also very much like her mother, full of strange ideas. And when she reached her teenage, strange things began to happen in the village. (To be continued.) )