The lights in my grandmother's room were bright, and she could still be seen walking around the house from the screen window, and outside my grandmother's room was her personal maid Cuihua, dressed neatly, and the door was wide open, as if she had been waiting for something, and when she saw me coming behind Mulan, she was stunned, and then informed her grandmother.

After Mulan walked to her grandmother's room, she climbed onto the soft couch on the side and fell asleep deeply, and on the bed not far away, Jing Yao, who was also asleep, lay down.

My grandmother stared at me for a long time, and just as I was about to break the strange silence, she sighed and said, "I have lived so long my life, and what I regret most is that I kicked your sister out of the house." Presumably your mother must have told you about the treasures that our Jiang family has guarded for generations. ”

I have heard about it, and I have seen with my own eyes what will happen to the sacrifice that is protected by the magic weapon, but I have never known what the true body of this magic weapon is.

I asked my question, but my grandmother didn't speak, her eyes stayed on the two children, and she said to herself: "Miaoqing's death was all caused by my old woman, I can't let her children repeat the same mistakes." ”

Before I could ask what it meant, my body shook and threw myself uncontrollably to the ground, unconscious.

When I woke up again, the two children stared at me with red eyes, and they all shrunk into my arms, saying that I had been asleep for a day and a night, and that my grandmother was taking care of me day and night.

It was only then that I remembered what had happened the night before, struggling to get up to find my grandmother, only to see her kneeling in front of the Buddha hall, holding a round and smooth bead in her hand, and chanting the scriptures in her mouth.

I asked Cuihua to take the two children back to the courtyard where I was a child, but I stood at the door of the Buddhist hall, waiting for my grandmother.

As if no one was around my grandmother chanting the scriptures, and during the period she did not drink water to moisten her throat or eat a sweet cake to cushion her stomach, Cuihua came back immediately after sending the children off, and stood in front of the Buddha hall with me, waiting for my grandmother.

My mind went blank, and I didn't dare to think deeply about what my grandmother had said that night, and I waited anxiously until she put down the beads in her hand before she looked back at me.

Grandmother sighed again, took my hand, walked through the dense flowers and trees, and led me to the Jiang ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is lined with ancestors, and there is also a new place for my sister in the bottom row.

My grandmother knocked her head three times in front of her, and when I saw this, I also knelt down and slammed my head on the ground, and there were three solid muffled sounds.

Cuihua guarded the outside of the ancestral hall, and the position inside the ancestral hall was only accessible to the Jiang clan.

I saw my grandmother push away a gray-white stone brick that lay under the ancestral hall, and a dull voice came, and a deep stone path with no fingers in front of me appeared.

Grandmother took a white candle from the wooden table in front of the ancestral hall, and the yellowish flame flickered, illuminating the way forward.

The stairs are very long, they are neatly trimmed, and there are no cracks, which should be someone who is always protecting, and I have lived in the Jiang family for more than ten years, but I have never heard of a secret passage under the ancestral hall at home.

My grandmother walked not fast or slow in front of her, and although her body was a little rickety, her movements were very neat, which was the effect of perennial exercise.

After walking for about a minute, my grandmother suddenly stopped where she was, stood up and listened, and did not forget to turn around and say to me, "Don't move." ”

Seeing this, I also pricked up my ears, and next to my ears was the sound of the air currents colliding with each other, and I could faintly hear the sound of gongs striking, and I looked in the direction of the sound, but I saw that on the other side of the staircase, which was originally dark, a green fire was lit for no reason, suspended in the air.

By the green fire, I could see what seemed to be a platform, with throbbing corners slipping past and time, and gongs getting louder and louder, that I didn't even have to listen closely.

Could this green fire be the legendary ghost fire? Is it a ghost that our family has worshiped for generations?

My grandmother handed me the white candle in her hand, picked up her clothes and knelt on the ground again, still reading: "Jiang Guifen and her granddaughter Jiang Biqiao came to bow." ”

Biqiao is my name.

I saw the green fire in front of me change color after hearing what my grandmother said here, and it was the same color as the white candle in my hand.

The sound of the gong is not lighter, but heavier and heavier.

Grandmother got up, took the white candle from my hand, and whispered in her mouth: "Don't say anything you see or hear in the future, you must follow me closely, and I will take you to see the magic weapon that the Jiang family has worshiped for generations." ”

When I got to the bottom of the stage, I could finally see what the beating corners of my clothes really were.

A woman in a costume looks up at the sky, half-kneeling, and makes a prayer gesture.

She waved her sleeves as if no one was around, her body was weak and boneless, but she showed her strength in a few jumps, as if she wanted to rub every movement into her bones, a delicate balance between softness and rigidity, every movement, every line seemed to be familiar and smooth repeated tens of thousands of times, I didn't understand what kind of dance this was, but I was deeply shocked by it, remembered in the depths of my soul, I still think about it, and I can still feel the soul shock that the woman on the stage brought to me at that time.

The clothes on her body seemed to be alive, the blue satin on a yellow background, with a translucent luster under the candlelight, as if possessed by the stars in the sky, delicately outlining a dragon with teeth and claws with gold and silver threads.

Antlers, hump heads, rabbit eyes, snake necks, mirages, fish scales, eagle claws, tiger paws, and ox ears are all meticulously detailed, exactly like the dragons in the play books I listened to when I was a child.

The dragon turned its head sideways, sometimes looked down, changing directions on the woman's body, and the dragon's eyes slid over me, and my heart beat violently for no reason.

"The woman on the stage is the ancestor of the Jiang family, what she danced is the old Honghuang dance to pray for rain and blessings, and the clothes she wears are the magic weapon that our Jiang family has guarded for generations, white feather and green spirit clothes." My grandmother told me a family secret that had been passed down for thousands of years.

"The ancestors were noble as goddesses, deeply loved by the people, goddesses can not marry for life, to live a life as a child, in short, to become a goddess is to marry the gods, if the goddess is not virgin, then the gods will be drought and barren, and that year coincided with a rare drought in a century, the ancestors presided over the sacrifice and dance did not get the response of the gods, she was charged with uncleanness and unchastity."

"The poor ancestor has always been strict with himself, and has never done anything contrary to etiquette, but he was detained and died on the altar on such a charge. The ancestor was unwilling, and the soul of the dead was attached to the costume she wore when she died. This costume was hidden by the ancestor's sister, she made a new goddess in place of the ancestor, and danced the famine, I don't know if it was because of the death of the ancestor or the fact that there was a god in the world, seeing the ancestor so wronged, it finally rained to relieve the drought of that year. ”

Later, the ancestor entrusted her sister with a dream and asked her to worship the costumes she left behind for generations, and she would bless the Jiang clan with prosperity for generations, and the only reward she had to take was the close care of each generation of top members in the family. This request is not difficult, the ancestor's sister also believed that the ancestor really had such magical powers in the spirit of the sky, so she offered the costume, and also told the younger generations in the family that they were not allowed to leave the offered things too far, and named the costume, called the white feather green spirit clothes. ”

"Soon after, the Jiang family really prospered, the ancestors' sisters-in-law and brothers and sisters conceived children one after another, the father of the ancestors abandoned his official position to do business, earned a slam, and the days were thriving, for the convenience of sea transportation business, the family moved to Qiuqing Island, and our family gradually became a big family with profound heritage."

"After a few generations, the times have changed, some people in the clan do not believe in the words handed down by the ancestors, thinking of leaving the family and going out on their own, one of them is selected as a sacrifice, he believes that his good luck since childhood will bring him a lot of help, take the family to the north, has not gone far, but people are aging at a speed visible to the naked eye, natural good luck is like suddenly disappeared, he hit a wall everywhere, decay is at the head, there is really no way to turn back home, but the speed of aging, The bad luck that often accompanies him has not changed at all because of his return home, but has intensified, making everyone in the clan also suffer from bad luck. ”

"He was so frightened that he knelt in front of the white feather and green spirit clothes and begged the ancestors for forgiveness, but he never responded and died young."

"The blood-like lesson warns everyone in the clan, they no longer dare to forget the words of their ancestors, and they are even more cautious in their future offerings, and the sacrifices of the next generation will never dare to leave the scope of the magic weapon's spiritual power."

"It has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are many instances of sacrifices not listening to the advice to go out and finally die tragically, and the soul of the ancestors can become a visible soul in front of them because they have absorbed the souls of those tragic sacrifices, and they can't touch the sun, they can't speak, and they dance her dance on this stage day after day."

"Miaoqing's escape back then was because I was negligent in guarding, I had already seen that she had signs of going out to do business with Jia Fugui, only persuaded a few times, and when I saw her nodding in agreement, I thought she listened to what I said, so I didn't strengthen the guards, so she took advantage of the loophole. When she came back that day, she cried and begged me not to drive her out, and I was heartbroken, for the sake of the prosperity of the family for generations, I had to be ruthless and drive her out. ”

Within a few years, I heard the sad news of her tragic death. I'm old, and the affairs of the family are gradually handed over to your mother to take care of, and after being hit by your sister, I live in a simple place and am too lazy to take care of this worldly matter. ”

"One night, your sister gave me a dream, saying that her son is not a sacrifice of this generation, but your child is, and beg me to see these two children and decide who they are."

My grandmother didn't speak in a hurry, but my mind was suddenly stuck, and I couldn't understand the last sentence she said.

In terms of appearance, Jing Yao's delicate is obviously more delicate than Mulan, in terms of talent and learning, Jing Yao can memorize 300 Tang poems upside down at the age of three, but Mulan is not even familiar with the three-character scripture at the same age.

It's not that the sacrifice chosen by Bai Yuqing Lingyi is the best of a generation, how can the sacrifice of this generation be Mulan......