But I still didn't dare to open my eyes to see, and I didn't want to lose my life for curiosity.

The old shaman sighed and explained to me carefully in order to dispel my fears.

"Do you know what it means to be tormented?"

I answered with my eyes closed, saying I knew.

How could I not know? When Mr. Qin first entered our village and wanted to kill me, he used this method.

"At that time, the reason why you would bleed to death as soon as you saw the appearance of this god on your uncle's back was because you were tortured by the gods.

"It will be bad luck to be bowed down by the old man, and it will be worshiped as a god, and it will be killed by flying disasters, so what do you think will happen if you are a mortal, go and look at the dignity of God with a level-eyed gaze?" The old shaman asked.

When I heard this, I understood, so I put aside my fear for a moment, and half-knelt down, lowered my head, and glanced up to see the human skin in the old shaman's hand.

On the human skin, there is a half-human, half-beast monster painted, with a surprisingly large head, a human face with all facial features, the claws of a tiger, the body of a sheep, holding a steel fork in one hand and an axe in the other, which is no different from the statue of the mountain god enshrined in the high hall of the mountain temple.

Strangely, the painting is "alive".

It's not that it's lifelike, it's like a living thing, and when I kneel on the ground and look at it with my eyebrows down, its eyes roll and look down at me, with a rather haughty look on its face, and the steel fork and axe in its hand swing as if it were showing off its might.

I saw this so-called living God with my own eyes, but I felt ......

It's not as powerful as I thought it would be.

It's just a moving painting, and it doesn't have any power except that you can't look at it directly.

And the arrogance and grandeur on the face of the mountain god also annoyed me a lot, and I wanted to destroy this inexplicable thing.

I couldn't help but ask the shaman, if a fire burns this human skin of my uncle, won't this so-called "mountain god" be wiped out with it?

The old shaman smiled and said I was right.

I laughed dismissively.

What kind of god is so inferior? Shouldn't God be supreme and can destroy the world with a single hand? How could it be so easily destroyed?

"Naturally, man can easily destroy God, because God was created by man." The old shaman said.

This sentence was like a lightning strike, and my body instantly stiffened.

What's this kidding old man?

Didn't God create man? How did it come to be that man created God?

"Oh? If you don't believe it, then you take a closer look at the appearance of this mountain god and see every detail clearly. The old shaman said.

I continued to look down and glance at the statue of the mountain god on the human skin.

"What is its body?"

"Human-faced beast body......" I said.

The old shaman bowed slightly, indicating that I had hit the nail on the head.

"The spirits cultivated by beasts are human, because they aspire to become humans.

"Ghosts are also human beings, because ghosts were human beings before they were born.

"No matter what kind of fairy it is, it is also human, how did it reach the highest level of god, but instead drove backwards and became a human-faced beast body? Like a wild breed of a hybrid between a man and a beast? The old shaman asked.

I couldn't answer the question, but goosebumps were straight on my back.

The old shaman looked me in the eye.

"In the folk, there have always been a lot of things like inviting gods to descend to immortals, Inner Mongolia shamans, northeast horses, Jiangnan Taoists, folk witches, and countless gods, all rely on strange gods to perform tricks.

"Even your uncle, isn't it because he has this mountain god on his back that he has become the king of Tashan, and the beasts of the whole mountain must obey his orders, and he is also regarded as the king of the mountain by the villagers of your village.

"But everyone is concerned about how these mortals who rely on divine power are doing."

The corners of the shaman's mouth, a smile, stared at my deep eyes, as sharp as an eagle.

"Why doesn't anyone care, where do these immortals come from?"

I didn't answer, just took a deep breath and suppressed my pounding heart.

The old shaman took away the human skin scroll, placed it on a stone platform, and led me to the eighteen shamans on the last mural on the north wall of the main hall.

The eighteen gods, all of them are human-faced beasts, and the shaman old man reminded me again, not to mention the gods of their North Asian nomads, what kind of gods are we Han people recorded in the classics.

I honestly answer that the most respected creation god Queen Mother, the so-called Queen Mother of the West, in the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" image: "Its shape is like a person, leopard tail and tiger teeth and good howling." ”

In the legendary classics, the most revered creation goddess Nuwa Niangniang is a well-known human-faced snake body.

After saying that, I wiped a handful of sweat from my forehead, feeling more and more frightened.

It's not the kind of fear that comes from being frightened out of nowhere.

It comes from the bone marrow and the heart, the fear that has always been inherent in the world being slowly broken and deconstructed.

"After all, human imagination is limited, and can only create what they have seen, so when our ancestors created God, they wanted to break their scalps, and wanted to shape the mystery and horror of God, and the supreme majesty.

"At the same time, I want to put human characteristics on the body of God, after all, God was created to provide protection for human beings, so the God we see now is the face of man, and the body of tigers, leopards, jackals and other fierce beasts that our ancestors feared the most."

I retorted weakly, not necessarily, that I would rather believe that God does not exist at all, or that he is another creature entirely, or that God was created by man.

After all, the details of so many people's interactions with gods in myths and legends are all describing that we humans were created by Nuwa Niangniang, not that we created Nuwa Niangniang.

"Hmph, have you forgotten? Myths and legends are originally made up by human beings themselves. The old shaman said.

I was completely speechless.

"If you still don't believe me, I'll show you one more thing."

Immediately, the old shaman walked to one of the walls of the ear chamber of this large hall, this wall was pitch black, and the outer layer was slightly transparent, like a black amber rough stone, which was no different from the other floor tiles and wall tiles in this underground palace.

But on this wall, there are many hexagonal notches.

"Look at it." The old shaman waved at the stinging bees.

The sting bees circled in the air, then pounced on the human skin roll on the stone platform.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain god pattern on the human skin roll was actually eaten clean by the stinging bees.

Then, the sting bees lay on the wall, stopped vibrating their wings, and began to secrete black beeswax.

Seeing this scene, I suddenly realized why from the moment we entered the underground palace just now, these walls seemed to grow and change at any time, and the murals on those walls would move and attack people.

This whole underground palace is the hive of these stinging bees, the so-called invisible and bodyless so-called gods, not hidden in the walls, but hidden in these hives.

"It is recorded in my shamanic ancient book "Soul Record of Nishan Town" that the ancient witch Zhu of the Hezhe tribe is to raise bee stinging monster insects that can devour the souls of the dead, and regard the beehive built by the stinging bees as a 'god's nest', which is the place where the gods dwell." The old shaman said.

The old shaman took out a single hexagonal hive spleen from under a stone platform and studied it in his hand.

"This so-called 'Divine Nest', in the Qin and Han dynasties, the most prevalent era of witchcraft, was introduced into the Central Plains, the people at that time called it 'black jade', at that time it was rumored that the black jade inhabited the evil god, people looked at it, it would bleed to death, after the Western Han Dynasty, this black jade was passed to the Wushan mountain people in Wuling County, the legend of the witch god in Chu began to rise, the witch religion began to flourish, and the later generations of the "Hanshu Art and Literature Chronicles", there are detailed records of this."

The old shaman's words ran rampant through my mind, and I looked up at the gods on the wall, and it felt as if everything was going to explode in my head.

Were the shamanic ancestors who created their gods with bee stings and witchcraft? It was also introduced to the Central Plains and became a variety of local folk gods.

And what about the gods of our Han people? It was also created by our ancestors by some special means?

The so-called Nuwa and the Queen Mother of the West, the Three Emperors, and the many creation gods recorded in the Book of Chu Silk may just be the products of our ancestors who sacrificed the souls of countless dead people?

Just like the Qin and Han dynasties, those star officials of the imperial court discussed in "Five Star Occupation": "Immortals have no body, and gods are formless." ”

The so-called immortals are all bodyless and formless, and no one can say what they are.

I simply didn't think about it, and talking to this mysterious old shaman almost broke my spirit.

The questions about these gods are too far away from me, and what I am most concerned about at the moment is the catastrophe in our village.

What is the origin of the three-eyed and five-tailed woman? Why is she above the so-called gods?

Is this old shaman in league with her? They came from far away Inner Mongolia to the depths of Daba Mountain in the interior of our Central Plains, and wanted to kill the whole people in our village, what did they want to do?

The old shaman blinked, and said that the four pictures on the main hall had been clearly explained. ()

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