At five or six o'clock in the evening, Ah Zi and I went to the small square of their village under the leadership of my uncle, and basically all the people arrived at this time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The old men are smoking dry tobacco pouches and chatting, the women are looking at the children talking about their daily routines, and the children are laughing and playing.

Everyone saw me and Ah Zi, a stranger, all cast curious glances, and the uncle hurriedly explained that relatives from afar came to visit the door and take a look at our sacrifice by the way. Rural people are warm and simple, and when I heard that it was relatives, they were kind to our WeChat. Especially Ah Zi was pointed at by the aunts and aunts from time to time, praising this girl for being so handsome.

Ah Zi was very embarrassed, I thought to myself, do goblins also know shyness?

I found that on the north side of the square, a large bonfire was lit, and in it was placed chopping wood, which made a crackling sound while burning red.

Everyone was wearing brand new clothes, even the children were wearing new clothes, and they could no longer see the shiny sleeves. In front of the fire, there were several old men and women dressed very solemnly, like ancient dresses, and wore hats made of feathers on their heads, and ornaments made of animal bones hung on their shoulders and chests. Instead of getting together to chat, they stood there very serious, as if waiting for something.

The ceremony soon began, and it was now completely dark. But it was lit by the bonfire, and it was a little warm. The old man and the young man were in front, followed by the children, and finally the women. All the people of the village came, and they stood according to the established form. Because Ah Zi and I were guests and enjoyed a lot of treatment, we were placed in the second row with the children.

Everyone was serious, and even the most playful children stood there with their heads bowed. It seems that they participate in such a ceremony every year, and they already know the rules. Ah Zi and I communicated in our hearts, and Ah Zi said that she had a strange feeling, but she couldn't say it, and it seemed very familiar. I think it should be that I've been in the cave for a long time and have been infected by the atmosphere there, or maybe Ah Zi has really experienced such a sacrificial ceremony.

"Knock, knock"

A drum beat shattered the silence, and the whispering of the crowd stopped. I was taken aback by the sound of the drums, ended my communication with Ah Zi, and began to prepare for the ceremony.

As the drumming stopped, the old men and women in long dresses who were standing at the front began to dance around the fire, muttering something as they did, but I didn't understand it at all, and they were dancing and singing with a small drum in their hands.

I feel like this is the dancing god in the countryside, I don't feel any difference, but the people below are very pious and serious. This should be just the beginning, and the exciting ones should be in the future.

They danced for about 20 minutes, and they couldn't understand what they were chanting, but they vaguely heard a few words that should be the god of the mountain, the god of the river, and the god of the wind, bless the villagers with a safe harvest of crops. Some of these words were heard, and some of them I conjured up on my own.

After the jump, the men stood there again, and then came an old man, not so flamboyantly dressed, holding a dry tobacco pouch, gray hair and beard, looking very prestigious. In the current popular parlance, the aura is very sufficient. He commanded the young men to bring out a lot of tribute, including whole pigs, whole sheep, cows, chickens and ducks, and so on.

After the tribute was arranged, the old man took out three incense sticks that were two meters long, and then lit them on the fire and inserted them in front of the tribute. After doing all this, the old man stood aside and shouted to the crowd: "Lantern Festival sacrifice to the gods, a year of peace and disaster, everyone prays sincerely, asking the gods to bless our village with peace and security." ”

After saying this, everyone knelt down together, Ah Zi and I were caught off guard by inexperience, and it was suddenly revealed, but fortunately, everyone knelt down and no one paid attention to this. When people kneel, put their hands in front of them, straighten them, and put their heads on top of the backs of their hands. Ah Zi and I also learned to do the same.

After everyone knelt down, the old man began to shout, all of which were words of prayer. Peace, health, and harvest. The people's wish is actually very simple, they don't care whether the United States has hit Iran, they don't want to know how much oil is now, they only care about whether this year's rain is abundant, whether this year's wind and rain are smooth.

I thought it would be over here, and the blessing ceremony should be like this. But I realized that the next step was the point, and I knew I had come to the right place.

When people got back up after praying, I found that they didn't move. And the majestic old man even let people pull out several cows and deer, all of which were alive and kicking, and I couldn't figure out for a while, could there be any procedures that couldn't be done?

Indeed, there really is a procedural process and it is very cruel. They pinned the cows and deer to the campfire and thrust knives directly into their necks.

The cow and the deer were inserted in this way, and the cry was very miserable, but the people were so excited when they saw this scene that they began to dance. Ah Zi and I looked at each other, thinking that these people were simple and lovely, but they were so excited in front of this situation, could they be so cruel by nature?

Later, Ah Zi told me that it is not necessarily that the people are cruel, but that the people have been fighting against the attacks of nature and wild beasts since the primitive society, which is a natural enemy. So when they saw that their natural enemies were killed, the people were happy and excited, and they celebrated each other with drums and danced to express the happiness in their hearts.

I was also relieved to hear Ah Zi's explanation, she was able to look at the problem this way as a fox cultivator, and I should naturally see it clearly as a member of the human race. But the next scene made Ah Zi and I unable to figure it out anymore.

When the blood of the cows and deer spurted out, someone took the clay pot and picked it up, and they sprinkled the blood in front of the campfire. This time the people were even happier, and they kept cheering and shouting a name.

"Ali Russyah"

"Ali Russyah"

"Ali Russyah"

Hearing people's voices getting higher and louder, Ah Zi's faces and I became more and more heavy. Because we all feel some kind of will coming, people are cheering and jumping, but that will is getting heavier and heavier.

Ah Zi and I glanced at each other, and we finally learned about the weirdness of this village. It is not unusual for a village's sacrifice to really lead to the advent of a certain will, but I don't know what this will belongs to, and I can't even tell whether it is good or evil.

However, the scene of the plane made me realize that this will is not good.