Chapter 297: Different Paths to the Same End
Wu Zhu threw the severed head of the ox into the fire, and their totem was indeed the head of the ox, believing that the head of the ox could get the power of the ox, which was as strong as an ox. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info so that he can also get the protection of God, so that the tribe can live forever.
This witch is using ox blood and ox head to communicate with the gods and pray for the blessings of the clansmen.
Of course, these are Su Yang's own understandings, and at the moment it is just a sacrifice of the Niutou tribe, from which the primitive dance and worship are shown. Wu Zhu's action of grabbing the cow's ear just now, could it be that he refers to the princes of later generations who hold the cow's ear? Princes, allies, overlords!
"Bull head, bull head!"
More than 2,000 people knelt on the ground and worshiped the burning fire, and Su Yang could only follow the crowd, kneeling to the sky and kneeling to his parents, he could accept it.
After a long time, Wu Zhu took a wooden stick and inserted it into the fire, and picked out the cow's head at once, and pestled it on the ground, the meat on it was burnt, and it looked a little terrifying, but fortunately it was broad daylight.
I thought that the sacrifice was over, but unexpectedly, Wu Xian on the right walked out, and then someone carried a bundle of straw and sent it up.
"It's called Xiaocao, and it's used by witches for divination." The eldest girl whispered, they had gone to look for this grass before.
Grass? Divination, he really knows this, divination is divination, which belongs to abstraction. The Zheng is figurative, similar to the hexagram.
He leaned to the front point, and familiarized himself with the children of the school witch, so that he could watch it closely.
Wu Xian smoked a few sticks of grass, there were flowers on them, a bit like that kind of wild chrysanthemum, only as big as a finger, Wu Xian only used the stem of the grass, how did he feel that he was making a small stick to count, and finally made a large handful, held it in his hand and prayed, and suddenly scattered it and fell to the ground.
"Ji, winter is over."
This action really inspired Su Yang, he has always wanted to spread the concept of numbers, but it was only word of mouth before, and there was no text, so the effect was not good. I didn't want to forget the little stick, and I turned around to get this sharp weapon, which is simple and practical, and the intelligence level of the kindergarten middle class can be learned.
"Winter, it's over!"
"Winter, I'm not afraid."
This is the power of worship, and all the Minotaurs believe that this winter can pass, because their totem has been approved by the gods, and the witch's possession is auspicious, then it will definitely be able to survive the winter.
Next, the meat is divided, and the totem warrior splits the body of the ox, chops the meat and throws it out at will, and the meat is shared with the people around him.
Su Yang was very fierce this time, overwhelmed Qunfang, and grabbed a large piece of meat, although he controlled the distribution power of the Xiong clan, but it was still very enjoyable to pick up meat for nothing like this. However, there was some cheating, Zhu Rong and Gonggong blocked the people around him, so that he could jump calmly and catch the flying beef.
While they were roasting their own meat, the witches and elders, as well as the totem warriors, quietly left, and did not stay to rejoice with the people.
Su Yang took advantage of the lively and chaotic scene, and secretly went to get some unused grass, feeling that he had never seen this kind of plant in the later life, of course, it was more likely that he was lonely and unheard. But why do you have to use this grass for divination?
Xiao Xia also came up, she originally knew a little bit of divination, but she used soaphorn to make hexagrams.
I don't really understand it, but he always believes that there is a pattern in it, if it is said that the turtle shell is burned, he can't judge the cracks burned on it, but he can already see one or two by sprinkling beans. For example, two heads, one tail, three heads, three tails, one reverse and two heads, and so on.
There is a probability in it, and each case reflects a different judgment.
And throughout the ages, there seems to be a big premise in terms of divination, he has heard people talk about it, and he feels very tricky, but it is very reasonable.
Nothing is occupied, no sincerity is not occupied, no faith is not occupied. This means that if you don't encounter anything, don't divinate if you're not sincere, and don't believe in the results of divination. As soon as these three laws came out, it was impossible to refute them.
He is now insincere and unbelieving, so questioning divination is wrong first. Because you don't believe it, no matter how you take it, it won't work, and the result will change, so how can it be accurate.
Stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he ran and counted the small sticks that Wu Xian had sprinkled on the ground before, no more, no less, exactly forty-nine, which seemed to have some meaning in it. Let's eat meat first, maybe you will be vegetarian at night.
After eating the roast beef, I really felt strong and full.
In the afternoon, it was finally their turn to see the newly, there were seven people on Su Yang's side, and there were thirteen others, twenty people came this year, five people were persuaded to leave, and there were more than fifty old students, which was not a few.
"Wait, big girl, has anyone ever studied witchcraft here before?" This matter seems to be very critical, looking at the Niutou tribe, there are only three witches themselves, and the youngest is in his thirties, and the old one is estimated to be unable to survive, otherwise he would not be looking for deer and live grass everywhere.
In this way, it's a bit of a lack of talent, and it just needs a talented disciple like him to come out and save the market.
"There are half-witches, and there are witches!" The eldest girl really didn't think about it, she was sent here just to learn witch blessings, and one day sacrifice totems for the rocks to live up to Matsu.
No matter, there's no time. Their newcomer was taken by Ni Long and continued to walk forward, until they walked past the waterfall, and there was a cave over there, and then they entered one of them, and planted a lot of plants outside the cave, Su Yang recognized two or three kinds of medicinal herbs, it seems that this is the wizard's cave.
Sure enough, Ni Long said: "This is the residence of Wu Lao!" ”
"Go in yourselves!" Ni Long stood at the door.
Su Yang was not stage frightened at all, waved his arms, and took the lead to leave first. There is nothing peculiar about this cave, but it is relatively solid, and when you just enter it, you smell the smell of Chinese medicine, just like entering a Chinese medicine pharmacy, no matter how you smell it, you can't tell which medicinal materials there are, it's too mixed.
He is still very interested in studying medicine, because he is a veterinarian himself, and he treats diseases. The world has the same end but different paths, the same and a hundred considerations!
The more you go inside, the more medicinal herbs you see, and you also see people, there are several women, this seems to be a large class, has been studying witchcraft for many years, and if you can't get it, it's half a witch. Of course, there are very few half-witches, and one of these people is not bad.
There is no fortification, that is, there is no warrior guard, it is estimated that no one dares to assassinate, which is reasonable, all tribes dare not do anything with the witch, when the war with Xiyi started, a half-witch can calm the field, let alone the real witch.
Su Yang didn't think about a sneak attack, what he wanted was not to kill one or two people, but the entire Niutou tribe, and such ambitions could not be exposed now.
I didn't go far, the space in the cave became larger, and there were traces of artificial excavation, which may have been cleaned up by the Niutou tribe themselves.
The strong smell of medicine, someone is decocting medicine, boiling herbs in clay pots, he remembers the most commonly used sentence, that is, three bowls of water decoction, I don't know if it is allowed now.
I saw the white-haired old witch, leaning on a stone bed, sleeping with a cane in his right hand, and a saber-toothed tiger skin under his body. (To be continued.) )