Seeing that it didn't make sense, the uncle sighed, "That's okay, let's go back." You have a mobile phone number, if you want to go down the mountain tomorrow, you can call it. ”

"Okay."

Mu Sensen and the two stood in place, watching a few dogs pull the sleigh and quickly return along the same road.

Only in the deep mountains can you see such enthusiastic and simple mountain people, and can you experience such an original mode of transportation.

Twilight between heaven and earth gradually shrouded.

Mu Sensen stood on the hillside and looked out, and the night breeze with fine snow brought a distant breath.

Her eyes lit up, "This is it." ”

Halfway up the mountain, the temple of the mountain.

Two huge bonfires burned in the temple, dyeing the main hall of the mountain temple orange red.

A man in his forties with thick Sichuan wrinkles between his eyebrows stood respectfully in front of the old man in white fox fur.

"Dad, the auspicious time has come."

The old man opened his eyes, "People, are you all here?" His face was full of loose wrinkles, his hair was gray and sparse, and he could no longer tell his age from the outside, and he could only see that his days were running out.

"It's all together, it's all together. Everything is ready too. The man replied respectfully.

The old man poked the cane in his hand, squinting his eyes listlessly, "Then let's start." ”

The man waved to the black-robed priest waiting outside.

A loud and long voice resounded through the mountain temple, "The auspicious time has arrived, and the ceremony has begun." Please groom! ”

This mountain temple, built in a cave, is empty and vast. The loud voice echoed and buzzed in the ears.

It is said to be a mountain temple, but there is no statue of the mountain god in the temple, and there is no altar to the gods.

The stone pillars in front of the temple are covered with rusty stains of time, and if it weren't for the three words "Mountain Temple" on the top of the temple that can still be vaguely recognized, I'm afraid that even if you walk in, you can't guess what place this is.

This temple has obviously long been forgotten by the gods, but because of its large space, it is rare to find in the mountains, but it has become a meeting place for the villagers.

At this moment, in the midst of the wide temple, the torches were blazing, shining on the solemn faces of the people.

Those were obviously all villagers, about one or two hundred, old and young, male and female.

They were all dressed in costumes and looked solemn and quiet.

Hearing the priest's voice of "please groom", there was a slight commotion in the crowd. His eyes were the same, and he looked towards a dark corner with a curtain in the depths of the mountain temple.

The strange sound of bamboo flutes sounded coldly in the temple.

A cold wind rose from under his feet and hovered in the temple, and the brazier and the flames on the torches shook with it.

"Groom, the auspicious time has arrived, and relatives and friends are here, why don't you come over quickly to salute?"

The loud male voice sounded again, stern and majestic.

The sound of the bamboo flute also became sharp and sharp.

In the depths of the temple, behind the curtains, there was a heavy sound of stone pushing and pulling.

It was like two layers of rough stones scraping against each other, and the sound was abrupt and harsh, and after echoing through the empty space of the temple, the piercing effect was multiplied several times, and it was simply unbearable.

However, the villagers in the temple still stood silent, listening quietly.

It seems that the ritual currently underway is too sacred, and it is the harsh voice that is also a sacred part of the ritual that cannot be questioned.

The sound of the stones scraping didn't last long before the sound of heavy footsteps dragging replaced it.