Judging by their clothing and accents, these people should all be Han Chinese, and they don't look like Han Chinese who settled here. Although there are Han Chinese in Tibet, there is no clear difference between Han Chinese and Tibetans. Today's Tibetan areas themselves are also multi-ethnic.

"But how could these Han people invite such a dancing god?" I am a little confused, as far as I know, there is indeed a traditional custom of asking sorcerers to exorcise evil spirits in Tibet, and there are many sorcerers in backward and remote areas, and superstition and backwardness are the soil on which these sorcerers depend.

"Isn't it that the warlocks in the mainland have no food to eat, and even the warlocks in the northeast have come to Derge?" I asked myself.

"What the hell!"

At this moment, I saw an old man come out and say to the warlock, "Master, this matter is too evil, I am afraid that I will have to burn the corpse to get it." ”

"Can't burn! It's not black and white. The mother-in-law was very wronged before her death, and was killed by her daughter-in-law's rat medicine. Her soul is still dead in the corpse, and if you burn her, she will also possess and harm others. ”

"That's it!" The old man listened attentively, and did not dare to say a word.

Then, I saw four big men carrying a thin young woman out of the crowd. I was amazed that a scrawny woman could be held by four men as strong as oxen? Look again, four strong men, two of them set up the woman's sills, and the other two raised their feet, the woman had her hands and feet tied, and her mouth was locked with an iron cover, and her hair was like unkempt eyes.

"Damn, what are you doing!" My eyes widened, this scrawny woman was obviously lynched, and they were expected to be detrimental to this woman next.

The old man cried and said to the tied woman: "Daughter-in-law, it's no wonder that my father-in-law kills people to pay for his life, you poisoned your mother-in-law, and now your mother-in-law is unwilling, and she is restless in the ground, and she wants to get up and pull someone to accompany her to the funeral." You can go with your mother-in-law, she is so relieved. ”

"I didn't kill anyone!" The woman screamed.

"It's time!" The warlock waved his hand, and the noisy crowd immediately fell silent, and the sound of the suona chime also stopped abruptly.

The warlock asked the coffin to put down the red copper coffin, only to see that there was a half-human head copper bell hanging from the four corners of the coffin, this kind of bell was very heavy, pure copper casting, and the copper wall was very thick, even if it was a strong wind, it could not be blown.

"The old woman died without turning a blind eye, and came back to arrest her son, and poured her daughter-in-law's top on it, and now this seat will correct the sinner woman on the spot."

"It seems that the old woman who was poisoned was lying in the bronze coffin, and the young woman who was tied up next to her was her daughter-in-law." I heard the general story, and I couldn't help but feel cold, "This is almost the same as Mawanggou Yin marriage, isn't this a funeral?" ”

"Alas. Mourn your days...... This time, the red copper coffin I asked someone to recast can't come out, no matter how fierce the ghost is. Demons can enter the house through walls, but they definitely can't wear gold, silver and bronze! ”

That guy boasted that in the Ming Dynasty, what red copper was used to carve and cast the statue of Guan Lao Ye, which can ward off evil spirits and other nonsense. also said that the old woman's fierce spirit could not be exceeded, and could only seal her forever.

"Don't open the coffin! Don't open the coffin!! ”

"Nonsense, pretending to be a ghost!"

At this moment, someone patted me on the shoulder, I was startled, and when I turned around, it was Huo Xinlan.

Huo Xinlan pulled me aside and asked, "Why did you come here?" ”

"Shh

Before the words fell, only the blunt brass bell rang. The copper bells at the four corners of the coffin sounded without wind, and the woman who was tied up on the side struggled more and more violently, and the mouth locked by the iron cover let out a strange non-human roar, and the four men couldn't hold it anymore.

"What's the situation!" Huo Xinlan didn't know what the situation was.

The copper bells at the four corners of the bronze coffin rang dullly, and the warlock's face was full of horror, and he shouted again and again: "Evil spirit, it's the time of the hour, and you dare to do it?" Dust returns to dust, how can people be resurrected after death, let's cast a good baby! With that, he took out a copper requiem bell from his bosom and shook it violently.

At this time, the gathered crowd gradually opened a road, and more than a dozen people walked out behind, the leader wore a green felt bone engraved mask, a cloak spreading, wearing a five-color woven sheepskin jacket, his voice was low and hoarse, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, he shook his head and said something in his mouth: "The black cat is called Yezi, you can't get up......

"This ......" I'm familiar with this strange and weird voice, "this is not the ...... in Mawanggou"

Seeing the masked man coming, the crowd began to talk. The more than ten people who led the way were wearing masks with blue backgrounds and powdered faces, green faces and fangs, like rakshasas, and then more than a dozen people were wrapped in black turbans and dressed in black robes.

"This is an ancient Tibetan person." I recognized their outfits at a glance.

This group of Northeast Warlocks was very unhappy when they saw this Biao people and horses suddenly appear, but they had no choice but that there were many people on the other side, so they didn't dare to make a move. There are many rules and taboos for warlocks, and those who eat this bowl of rice in the spirit world attach great importance to the rules and regulations, one of which is not to compete with their peers for jobs. In the countryside, there is usually only one magician or medium, and even if there are two magicians in the area, they must have learned differently, for example, one is proficient in divination, the other is good at touching bones, and walking in the same place is guilty of taboos in the way.

The masked man danced with his hands, picked up his iron cane and slammed it on the bronze coffin, the sound of metal striking was so piercing that everyone covered their ears.

The emergence of ancient Tibetan religion has made things take an unexpected turn, coupled with my previous understanding of ancient Tibetan religion, ancient Tibetan religion has been secretly developing its influence among the people over the years, and accelerating the expansion of strength, according to the inference of what is encountered now, I can be sure that this must be an open and secret struggle between the two forces, ancient Tibetan religion has developed its own power here, and squeezed the living space of other people.

"Is the power of the ancient Tibetan religion already so great?" Huo Xinlan wondered.

"Don't underestimate them," I said to Huo Xinlan, "the power of the ancient Tibetan sect is really not small, and their henchmen have even reached the inside of the government, and the threat to us is very huge. ”

"By the way, do you know what a is?" I asked.

Huo Xinlan knew a little, but she still shook her head and said: "I don't know the specifics, but I just know a little, in Tibetan areas, if there are people who are abandoned in the wilderness or who have too many murderous thoughts before death, they will get up again after death and arrest people everywhere to be buried together." This monster is called 'Cutting Baba'. ”

"I see, it seems that the proprietress is right."

"The situation in Mawanggou is somewhat similar to this 'cutting the bar'."

"To sum up, where there is ancient Tibetanism, there will be 'cutting babas'." I smiled, "This is the usual trick of the ancient Tibetan religion to deceive people's minds. ”

"You're right, they just use the 'cutting of the basil' to confuse the people, and then come to preach." Huo Xinlan said.

"The favor they give to their congregation is what they call medicine."

"As everyone knows, the so-called medicine is actually no different from this 'cutting the bar'."

It is said that in remote Tibetan areas where there are few people, you can see many strange houses, no matter how tall the house is, its doors are so low that people have to bend down to enter the houses. The purpose of this is to prevent the cuts, because legend has it that they cannot bend over, and the low gate houses can prevent the cuts from attacking late at night. Although it is not a legend, there are such houses in Lhasa today, and there are even more towns in southern Tibet.

"Forget it, we still have business to do. It's not too late, and you must return to the Printing House to prepare for the Dead Sea Light. ”

"Got it."

Since the first time I saw the ancient Tibetan religion here, there has been a "strategy to resist the enemy" in my mind, and there must be an unknown entanglement between the light of the Dead Sea and the ancient Tibetan religion, at least for now, the light of the dead sea should not be the "friend" of the ancient Tibetan religion, the enemy of the enemy is a friend, and I think I can use the ancient Tibetan religion to deal with the light of the Dead Sea.

The red wall of the printing institute is inked, the overall pattern of the temple is square, the four corners of the treasure top are gilded and silver-plated, the golden light of the pavilion in the middle of the cornice, the colorful wind horse flag fluttering on the eaves and the pavilion on the four sides, the prayer banner covers the Tibetan Pavilion Zhubi, the four eaves of the golden dragon are uplifted, the four corners are hung with mastiff hair copper bells, the panes are painted in five colors, and the color of Tibetan Buddhism is everywhere.

There are several workers in the courtyard who are washing the carved wooden boards, and there are some believers around them asking for "holy water for washing scriptures". Woodblock printing is still used here, and the ink is washed off after each printing, and the devotees believe that the ink on the printing board is sacred, and when it is washed with water, the water becomes holy water. Workers dry the washed plates on wooden shelves, where they see scriptures and religious symbols engraved on them. In the hall, two old men were grinding cinnabar.

Walking inside, I was surprised to see a huge map hanging on the wall, which was a nineteenth-century map of China. The outline of China in the map is a large diamond-shaped, which resembles a mulberry leaf, so it can be inferred that the map was drawn earlier than the "Sino-Russian Treaty of Aihui" and even earlier than the independence of Outer Mongolia.

"What's going on with this map?" The fat man looked at the map and asked, "This map looks like a map of China, but what is the situation with the dragon drawn on it?" ”

I was also puzzled by this, and I saw that there were three giant dragons entrenched on the paper on the map, with different forms and majestic momentum, and the winding sky was lifelike. One of the giant dragons lives in the north, the bow is higher than the mountains and seas and forests, the dragon body soars over the universe in the shape of a huge "several", and the dragon's tail faces east and points directly to the Bohai Sea; A dragon lives in the south, the dragon is tall and looks westward, the front paws are vigorous guide, the front is forcing Vietnam, there is a great gas to swallow the image of Southeast Asia, the dragon body twists and turns across China, and the dragon's tail flies to the East China Sea; There is also a dragon that only shows half of the dragon's body, and its head looks down on the land of Qinghai-Tibet, and the dragon's body faces west, and the dragon's tail is not visible.

I don't have to think about it to see the metaphor of these three dragons, "This should refer to the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Brahmaputra River." ”

"Uh-huh, really." The fat man nodded yes.

The three dragon heads are hovering over the Tibetan Plateau on the map, with two dragons facing east across China, and the last dragon disappearing in the direction of India. However, what puzzled me even more was that each dragon was marked with a red dot from head to tail, like some kind of mark.

The heart of the dragon in the north is marked with two points, which appear to be in Shaanxi on the map, and fall in Xi'an and Yan'an; The gentian seems to be in Luoyang, and the dragon's tail seems to be in Penglai, Shandong.

At this moment, Huo Xinlan walked in, she heard my conversation with the fat man, and dismisses our conjectures, and came in and said, "This is not a map at all, but a dragon vein." ”

"Dragon vein?" I was surprised, "There are three dragons here, you mean these three rivers represent dragon veins?" ”

"Of course not, these three dragons are not the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Brahmaputra River." Huo Xinlan said disdainfully, "Have you heard that the mountains have no edges and the water has no traces?" ”

I nodded, "What does this have to do with Longmian?" ”

"Do you see the markings on this, if you compare them carefully, you will find that these points are not on the river, and it can be seen that the direction of the pulse does not completely coincide with the direction of the river."

Although I hate Huo Xinlan's invincible attitude, but I have to admit that what she said has some truth, I have heard my master say that the meridians are born with the blood, rely on the blood and nourish, and the essence is out of the meridians, the river is like a blood vessel, and the dragon vein is like a meridian, born along the river, containing the potential and the spirit, the so-called dragon battle water potential.