Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Oldest Culture of the East

Looking at this strange altar that is gradually taking shape in front of you, no matter how you look at it, it makes people feel uncomfortable.

Whether it is the silk silk twisted together, the color of the composition, or the layout of the entire altar, it is not the same as the scene everyone imagined.

When the sky was completely dark, the four rows of candles placed around the altar were lit one after another, and the faint light of the fire gathered together, barely illuminating the entire altar.

According to Zhao Qi's instructions, the fox came to the center of the shrine and sat down on his knees.

Due to the dim light of the fire, people who do not know why can only barely see a figure kneeling in the center of the shrine, but they cannot see its true appearance.

A strange scene, Cai An and the others who watched it only felt a chill in their backs.

Under Zhao Qi's arrangement, the whole atmosphere gradually became bizarre.

On the other hand, the troupe has also completed all the preparations.

Behind the translucent curtain that has been improvised is erected, a faint light can illuminate the figures.

Lake and the others stood on the side of the stage, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

As the moon went up, the temperature in the forest dropped considerably, and except for the faint glow of the fire on the stage, all sides were swallowed up by darkness.

All the old people who have been dressed up have already taken their places, just waiting for midnight to come.

"Bell!"

With the sound of a loud gong, it pierced half of the woods, startling the forest, and there were countless birds.

Behind all the translucent curtains, the motionless figures finally changed significantly.

An old man who came out first was dressed in a strange costume sewn from a mixture of colored cloths such as green cloth, flower cloth, and red cloth.

This dress has wide robes and large sleeves, and even many parts are hanging on the ground.

The old man had a token pinned to his waist, which was engraved with the words "Taishang Laojun is as anxious as a law".

This token has always been believed to be able to alarm the gods in the altar and slash the ghost and kill the plague god.

The so-called ghost will be beaten by the token if he is disobedient, so the token also shows that the identity of the old man at this moment is the master of the altar.

The old man twisted the strange dance step by step to the beat of the drum, and in his hands he held a horsewhip made of bamboo roots and a wooden stick with a special wooden hard shape.

The horsewhip held in the left hand is made up of 36 bamboo roots, and the ends of the bamboo roots are also tied with red and white cloth strips.

I saw that the old man quickly put the horsewhip in his neck, and the strange tone in his mouth, accompanied by gusts of inexplicable yin wind, resounded throughout the mountains and forests.

"The Queen Mother carries bamboo, and bamboo shoots are born on Kunlun Mountain. The skin is also green, and the bamboo is also green, and the gossip of the nine palaces is in the center.

Li Shan Hachiro rode a horse and cut one and dragged it out of the forest. The bamboo root is used to make a horse whip, and the bamboo head is used to make a hexagram.

The bamboo is used to sweep the Wu hall, and the bamboo body is used to tie the altar ......"

The strange sound sounded like the squeezing of rotten wooden planks from the old man's throat. The joints seem to be mobilized by invisible ropes, and they dance like puppets.

Cai An and the others couldn't help but flash a little uneasiness in their hearts.

And the old man gradually walked into the firelight, and it was only then that everyone could see the mask on the old man's face.

The mask seemed to be the image of a ghost king, with wide-eyed eyes and a dozen exposed fangs on his gaping mouth.

The shape of this mask is even more terrifying in such an eerie environment.

Cai An and the others subconsciously took a few steps back, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

During this process, the old man always waved the wooden stick in his hand, which was also called the ancestor stick.

The dress he wore was embroidered with images of ferocious monsters, which looked mysterious and majestic.

When the old man twisted his strange steps to the open space in front of the shrine, Zhao Qi also slowly lit the three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner.

In a paper bag next to it, there are incense, paper, candles and other things that are used to worship the gods and ancestors and send ghosts and gods.

Gradually, more and more old people gathered from different directions, and everyone's movements were twisted and weird, and even many movements made people feel that this was not something that the human body could do.

Some of these old men wore black long-sleeved coats, and the sleeves could be dragged behind them to extend a meter.

Some of them wore robes of various colors, and their movements and steps were more open and closed than others.

Whether it's gong or drumming, everyone sings differently.

Some tones are melodious and melodious, while others are dull and heavy, full of momentum.

The old man with the double hammer was walking on the sixteen steps of Tiangang while pausing and chanting a special tone.

"This hammer is not an extraordinary hammer, Taishang Laojun gave me a hammer to recruit and lead the troops.

One dozen things are down, two dozen are long and the sun and moon are long, and three are the Yama Palace......"

In these lyrics, there is often no rhyme that modern people pursue, but only expresses the core idea in the most down-to-earth way.

After seeing the old man with the double hammer appear, Zhao Qi also seemed to have received some kind of signal, and immediately picked up the brush placed on the table and dipped it in the black dog blood in the bowl.

Then in the weird firelight, Zhao Qi came to the fox demon kneeling in the center of the stage.

The murmuring voice is muffled by those strange singing voices.

Witchcraft is mysterious because people know so little about him.

The reason why the opera is weird is the same reason.

"Hoo ......"

An old man wearing a red ghost king mask picked up a torch and sprayed it vigorously, and there were flames rising into the sky.

The other old man stepped barefoot on the steel knife, as if he couldn't feel anything, and he was still changing his strange steps.

Both the music and their movements grew faster and faster, as if they were about to reach some point in the whole ritual.

"Knock-knock-knock!"

The rapid drum beat made all the people on the scene breathe faster.

Those strange movements began to become dazzling, and in the firelight, these people were a little difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction.

"Bell!"

With the crisp sound of gongs and drums, in an instant, the originally rapid music came to an abrupt halt, and everyone's movements also stopped.

In this dense forest, it was as if time had stood still.

But within a few seconds, the last side of the curtain fell, and then a slender figure dressed in red appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

It can be seen from her figure that this is the girl who has been covering her face, her steps are bewitching, and there is an indescribable sense of charm.

But what really chilled everyone's hearts was that the red dress this girl was wearing was covered with a white faceless mask!