Wei Ye could see in his eyes that the road god was leaning on the god witch, but the people around him didn't know what was going on.

The mourners who played banners and held pots saw the gods and witches dancing and dancing, but they turned their heads. At this time, the funeral procession all relied on the gods and witches to guide the way, and when the gods and witches turned around, and others were at a loss, the head of the bar that commanded the coffin was a veteran, and immediately knocked the sound wood, and led the men who carried the coffin to follow the gods and witches.

Seeing that an impending conflict would disappear, Wei Ye poked out half of his head, pointed in the direction of the god and witch walking and dancing, and said to Sima Ling, "Bell, let's follow!"

Sima Ling nodded, and as soon as the whip tip knocked on the back of the green donkey, the wooden wheels of the donkey cart creaked, and slowly followed.

Generally speaking, people who have been influenced by the stinking monotheistic concept of the Semitic cult and the green desert cult tend to associate the word "god" with something as lofty as the "great universal one-truth." But in the eyes of an unemployed former folklorist, gods, ghosts, demons, such supernatural creatures are mostly dependent on the activities of human civilization, such parasitic things as mistletoe or dodder seeds.

As supernatural creatures derived from a certain human culture, ghosts and gods basically cannot create a civilization of their own species, but accept a civilization from the human society in which they exist. Astral adventurers generally divide the so-called "gods" and "demons" and other intelligent populations with innate supernatural powers into the categories of biology and anthropology, and most of the derivative species parasitic on human society, such as ghosts and demons, are called conceptual creatures, which is for this reason.

Most of the subordinate local deities such as the road god come from people's prayers for safe travel, and they belong to the standard indigenous gods born from the power of wishes. And when the belief in the gods of the road is weak, or if they turn to the true gods, such minor gods can only disappear. Therefore, the road gods are often only to the level of spirits.

This road god summoned by the bride of the royal family is already quite good among this kind of indigenous gods, and it seems to be between spirits and entities. This kind of semi-spiritual materialization, which can manifest a little bit of small gods, is also the difference between them and the ordinary undead who are stranded in the world, difficult to see with the naked eye, dispersed as soon as the wind blows, and melt as soon as the sun shines.

In Wei Ye's eyes, he could vaguely see the figure of the god and witch wearing the mask of the Fang Xiang God constantly trembling, and with each tremble, an almost invisible phantom figure shifted away from his body.

If the spirit body that can rely on the human body is not pure enough in yin, then the spirit has already broken through from yin to yang. This road god seems to have walked the road from yin to yang, but the yin has not yet been exhausted, so it cannot be completely integrated with the human body.

The funeral procession went all the way out of the county until it reached a tomb in the north.

The burial site had already been chosen, and several men with hoes and shovels stood by the tomb.

The witch who led the way danced again, and then fell on his stomach on the edge of the tomb, his head spinning incessantly. The witch lying on the ground jumped up as if he was about to struggle to get up from the ground, and this challenging move did not succeed, but only made him bounce on all fours like a toad. However, the unprepared witch still bent his knees, and with a slight spasm, he stretched out his hands and threw them outwards as if he were about to grasp something.

Affected by this action, Wei Ye happened to see the forcibly possessed road god, and suddenly bounced away from the divine witch, and just stood in front of the divine witch.

At this moment, through the mask of Fang Xiangshen, he could only see the whites of the eyes of the god and witch, and the people around him did not dare to make a sound, waiting for this white-clothed god and witch to recover.

After a few breaths, the god and witch who was lying on the ground raised his head a little dazedly, looked around, and then sighed inaudibly.

"Fetch the wine, and make an offering to the goddess of the situation. ”

The god and witch said a word in a low voice to the people behind him, and then a man held a small altar, poured out three bowls of whitish light rice wine, and placed them in front of the god and witch.

Three bowls of rice wine, one bowl for the gods and witches to drink, one bowl for offerings, and one bowl for drinking into the ground.

In the eyes of others, this is a very ordinary scene, but the donkey cart parked outside the crowd, falling in the eyes of some, is a different scene. The bowl of wine that had been drunk into the ground spilled, and a faint breath immediately filled the road god who stood in front of the god and witch, and there was only a virtual form. This vaguely humanoid guy seemed to be slightly condensed, and even a suspicious flush appeared on his face.

Immediately, the god and witch took out a roll of bamboo slips from his bosom and began to read: "Guanghe is in May of the fifth year, the Yellow Emperor sues Mrs. Diyi, the tomb of Qiu Cheng, the two thousand stones underground, the history of the main tomb on the left and right sides of the tomb, and the chief of the tomb gate. The people of Changpingli in Huaili died early and were buried today. Buying Wanshijiatian, Jia is worth 99,000 ......"

Wei Ye listened intently to the reading of the witch, but Sima Ling pulled Wei Ye's cuffs: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"This is to buy a cemetery from the earth gods and ghost officials on this side, that is, to buy the property rights of the underworld dwelling. Wei Ye replied while frowning, "It stands to reason that Yin and ghost officials like Qiu Cheng's tomb uncle are all sent and appointed by the god of Dongyue Taishan, but I haven't heard of this Diyi lady. ”

As he spoke, the witch read again: "The scorched soybean is born, the rooster is singing, and the god listens." Long live the autumn, there will be no dead after that, all of them are like the Yellow Emperor's teaching, such as the law. ”

After reading this, the witch threw the bamboo slip into the brazier in front of him, took a rooster from the side, and cut off the head of the chicken with a knife. Pouring the blood of the chicken into the wine bowl in front of him, the witch prostrated himself several times.

The back of the bar holding an engraved brick, also walked up, handed the engraved brick to a young woman wearing filial piety, and said: "Deep leaf lady, please thank God." ”

A group of people here bowed to the tomb, but Wei Ye saw that the god of the road was already impatient to accept these people's salutes. It held an uncertain silver cup in one hand, filled with red wine syrup, and a roll of bamboo slips in the other, and floated away from the tomb.

This time, there was no need for Wei Ye to explain, Sima Ling's whip knocked on the donkey's back slightly, and chased after him in the direction that the road god left.

Wei Ye stared at the phantom of the road god, flicked his tongue slightly, and said to himself, "Where is this going?" If my estimation is correct, this time we really met a big fish. ”

Sima Ling sat on the side of the carriage and asked with interest, "Oh, how big?"

"Well, if you're not careful, you'll be swallowed by it. Wei Ye replied.