I saw that the more he talked, the more excited I became, and hurriedly asked Siyan to pour a glass of water. "I don't drink, I don't drink, it's okay, it's okay. I'm just happy, old man. ”

I said in my heart that I didn't plan to give you this water to drink, and if you dare to faint again later, I will splash you!

Fortunately, the white-eyed Weng was more face-saving, and this time he didn't talk nonsense anymore, and he didn't faint and fall to the ground. He laughed for a while, then sobbed again, and finally took my hand and said, "Son, this is a history of blood and tears, do you really want to hear it?" ”

I'm talking nonsense, Lao Tzu came all the way to Yunnan, in order to find out the origin of this round worm that can control people's hearts, even if it was robbed by the Eight-Nation Alliance, I have to listen to it! Seeing that I had made up my mind, the white-eyed man simply sat on the ground, snatched the water cup from my hand, and poured it himself: "Well, there is still some time before I go ashore." This matter has been in my heart for decades, and if I don't talk to two people about it, I'm afraid that I will have no shame to face Jiangdong's father when I return to Huangquan in the future. Come on, come on, a few of you will come around, and I will tell you the story of Mad Dog Village. ”

At this point, the white-eyed man's expression changed suddenly, and his whole body exuded an irresistible majesty. The three of us sat around him and listened patiently as he recounted the past.

"The main source of income of our Mad Dog Village is fishing, and Fuxian Lake is a godsend, every late summer and early autumn, the lake is full of fish and shrimp for you to catch, fat and tender. Put it on the market outside, as long as the words 'Fuxian Lake' are marked, the owner of the receiving goods will never have two prices. It is precisely because of this that we in Mad Dog Village are full of awe of Fuxian Lake and regard it as a mother. It is worshiped every year, not to mention the annual Lake God Festival. The lake god offered in Fuxian Lake is the ancient Dian king mentioned earlier. As for why he should be worshipped, there are many theories, most of which are because he can't get rid of the dignity of the King of Dian and the grace of giving a fief to Mad Dog Village. I was originally a god and witch in the village, and most people nowadays think that when they mention gods and witches, they think it is a matter of majesty and spirit, but in fact, this is not the case at all in our time. The people who were chosen as gods and witches could not get married and have children, and second, they could not get close to outsiders, so they had to hide at home all day long to chant sutras and raise Gu and pray for the blessings of the village. The people of the village seem to be respectful to you, but they are secretly full of fear of you, and they are not even willing to share a well with you. These are all secondary, and the most important thing is to raise Gu. The cure and pain in our place all rely on Gu worms, and if you are not careful, you will be eaten by Gu things. These two tricks of mine were abolished when I was driving the son of the village chief's family out of illness. Have you ever tried what it feels like for your eyeballs to be gnawed by poisonous insects? Haha, I can't forget the old man, and I often wake up scared at night. ”

"In that case, why do you still want to be a witch, can't you change someone?"

"Change? Whoever is replaced, whose parents are willing to cut their hearts and give them to everyone for welfare. But all those who were chosen to be witches were orphans without father and mother, who were brought up by the master when they were young, and ate the hundred family meals in the village. At that time, we had to be thankful for food, and as for what we would do in the future, we couldn't be the Lord ourselves. ”

White-eyed Weng sighed after his life experience and continued to tell us about the past, he said that although the life of Mad Dog Village was a little harder, but he lived a good death, and he, a god and witch, was also a monk for a day and hit the clock for a day - to get by. Until the meeting of the lake god thirty years ago, all the peace was broken by an uninvited stranger.

"I still remember to this day that it was the 22nd day of the 10th month of the lunar calendar, a big day when sheep were killed, pigs were hunted, dogs were released and sacrificed to the gods. The gods sacrificed in our village are different from the Jade Emperor and Guanyin Mother outside, and we worship the lake god in Fuxian Lake, the ancient Dian King who was buried with 18 horses in the legend. On the eve of the lake ceremony, the large and small islands must be closed to the mountains and waters, and half of the fish and shrimp in the lake cannot be caught. As for outsiders, they are absolutely not allowed to enter the island. According to the ritual of the sacrifice, the gods will send the tokens enshrined in the ancestral hall from the big island to the ancestral hall at the head of the small island, and the next day the gods and witches will send the tokens back to the village alone. Along the way, all the villagers had to cheer along the street and offer tea and rice to the god team. There is a rice bag master who is responsible for collecting the tribute, and two men who beat gongs and drums help carry the rice bag, a yellow flower girl dressed as a fairy will sing and dance along the way to chant the great deeds of the lake god, and the god witch will follow the team in red and green to sweep away the filth and bad luck along the way. ”

I don't know why I listened to the description of the white-eyed Weng, but I suddenly remembered those superstitious activities in the countryside that resemble dancing gods. But when I looked at the stern expression of the people, I couldn't say it directly, so I had to hide it in my stomach. The white-eyed man didn't know what was whispering in my heart. He rubbed his waist and continued: "The god team set off from the big island all the way, and it was originally quite smooth, until we crossed the bridge, and the situation suddenly changed. On weekdays, if you want to do errands from a large island or a small island, you have to take a ferry. The suspension bridge between the two islands can only be used on the day of worship to the gods, because the bridge on the large island is engraved with a fish's head, and the bridge on the small island is carved with a fish's tail, so the bridge is also called the fish every year. In addition to asking for good luck, it is probably because this suspension bridge is only used once a year during sacrifices. As for the reason for this, people can't say it clearly, it's just some rules handed down by ancestors. The man in charge of the drawbridge is an old widower in our village. The old man had no children and no daughters, and he had never asked for a daughter-in-law in his life, and the village chief saw that he was pitiful, so he sent him such a job. On weekdays, he works as a ferryman, and by the way, he does some maintenance for the suspension bridge, and when it is time for the sacrifice, he has to put the suspension bridge down in advance, and then pull the bridge up after the god team passes, so as to avoid irrelevant people from passing through guò. ”

Halfway through listening, Four Eyes interrupted, "I've heard you say so much, what is that little island for?" Isn't there anyone living on it? ”

"Oh, blame me, blame me, I didn't explain it clearly beforehand. The people of our mad dog village only live on the big island, and the small island is deserted, and there is no grass on it, and there are some cliffs and caves. It's no wonder that the distance between the two islands is obviously less than a cup of tea, but the islands are worlds apart. The strangest thing is that there is a nameless ancestral hall enshrined on a desert island. ”

I've never heard of such strange natural formations, and I can't help but look forward to the islands and islands that are about to appear. If you can end Yang Erpi's matter smoothly, you must go to the small island to take a clear look.

The white-eyed man said: "When I arrived at the bridge that day, I didn't see the figure of the old widower, and the ferry he guarded was already desolate, except for the occasional person who went to the ancestral hall on the small isolated island, he was almost the only one on weekdays. At that time, the fairy in our god team was a foreign female teacher named Yang Liu. Originally, outsiders were not allowed to participate in this kind of activity, but she was beautiful and had a marriage contract with the son of the village chief, so she was left to her. Yang Liu was a stranger, full of curiosity about the sacrifice itself, and when she saw that the drawbridge had not been lowered, she was the first to rush into the boatman's hut, but she did not expect that the hut was already empty, and there was not even a ghost shadow. I was in my early twenties, and I had just received the witch's stick from my master and was in charge of the ritual for the first time. When I saw such an accident, I was dumbfounded, but fortunately, the leading rice bag master is a veteran. He led a few of us young men to search the vicinity of the ferry, but we still couldn't find the boatman. Master Mi Bao said that this old widower was a wine gourd, and it was possible that he had run to the shore because of his gluttony, and he would have to rush back in time for a while. We all said that it made sense, and now that we think about it, the annual priority in the village, even if he took his head, he didn't dare to delay, how could he leave his job without permission because of drinking. ”