The mark looked like a swallow but not a swallow, a phoenix but not a phoenix. It looked more like a combination of a swallow and a phoenix. Zhang Fan guessed that the mark was probably the totem of the Miao tribe.
On Wujun's lower body, he wears a brown linen skirt with the hem just above his knees, a pair of straw sandals on his feet, a colorful feather hat on his head, and an eagle-beaked scepter in his right hand.
Zhang Fan had only seen such clothing on TV. This was the first time Zhang Fan had seen such clothing in real life.
Xiao Ning and Duan Linlin's eyes were also full of curiosity, and they couldn't help but take a look at Wu Jun.
"The time is almost up, let's go." Wu Jun said.
Zhang Fan and others nodded, and then followed Wu Jun out of the courtyard.
The square at this time was very different from that in the morning.
Directly south of the ten-meter-long tree knife, there is an additional wooden platform with a height of about two meters and an area of about 100 square meters. At the four corners of the wooden platform, there are 4 wooden platforms with a diameter of about half a meter.
Wooden piles on the left and right.
On this wooden pile, there are blue and white patterns inscribed on it. This pattern is not the pattern on Wu Jun's chest. It is somewhat similar to oracle bone inscriptions, more like words.
"The patterns on the four wooden stakes should be the characters of the Miao people." Xiao Ning said, "The Miao language ruins were only discovered in recent years and are still being studied, so there are no systematic books on the Miao language.
I don’t know what’s written on it either.”
Directly opposite the high platform, there are a lot of figures. Some of them are wearing ordinary Miao costumes, and some are dressed like Wu Jun. However, there are some subtle differences between those dressed like Wu Jun and Wu Jun.
Yes, there is no mark on their chests that looks like a swallow but not a swallow, or a phoenix but not a phoenix, and there is no scepter in their hands. However, there are some white, black, and blue stripes on their faces.
Wu Jun held the scepter and walked slowly towards the high platform. When he was about to enter the crowd, the crowd stepped out of the way and bowed. Wu Jun passed through the crowd and came to the tree knife, and then stretched out
The index finger of his right hand scratched those wounds, and the wounds were not shallow.
But surprisingly, the blood did not drip from his wound.
Just listen, a soft "buzz" sound came from the tree knife. At the same time as the tree knife made this sound, it trembled violently, and a red stream of light flowed from the tree knife.
The blade of the knife has changed from the strong white light before to the slightly red one now, but it makes people feel a bit sharper.
"Did that tree knife absorb the blood of the Wujun clan leader?" Xiao Chong, who was standing not far away, said in surprise.
"It should be like this." Zhang Fan answered.
"I didn't feel any special aura from the tree knife. The tree knife looked like a simple weapon. Moreover, at the moment when Chief Wujun cut his finger, I didn't feel anything in Chief Wujun's body.
A special aura came out, and there was no magic effect. How could this tree knife absorb all the blood?" Xiao Chong said with a puzzled face.
This is also where Zhang Fan is confused. It is said that the Miao people are good at using witchcraft. Zhang Fan has seen the witchcraft, and he has seen it more than once, but Zhang Fan has never seen this witchcraft.
Never seen.
Chief Wujun looked at the tree knife, nodded with satisfaction, then crossed the tree knife and stepped on the steps to the high platform step by step.
"Dear villagers, today is the annual Spine Ox Sacrifice of our tribe. The Spine Ox Sacrifice was supposed to be held on the eighth day of the fourth lunar month, and the process is very complicated and takes four days and three nights. However, our tribe is too small, and some
Things simply cannot be realized. In addition, if the time is too long, it will cause extravagance and waste. Therefore, we carry out this vertebral cow sacrifice according to local conditions and combined with our own situation.
However, this does not mean that we are disrespectful to the great god Chi You. I hope the great god will forgive me!" As Wu Jun said, he knelt down on the ground, looked at the sky with pious eyes, and then kowtowed on the high platform.
The rest of the villagers also knelt on the ground and kowtowed like Wu Jun.
Except for Zhang Fan and the other four, everyone else knelt down on the ground. For a moment, Zhang Fan and the four of them seemed a little awkward.
"Xiao Fan, isn't this Chi You a representative of evil? Why do they regard Chi You as a god?" Duan Linlin whispered in Zhang Fan's ear.
Xiao Ning and Xiao Chong also cast inquiring glances at Zhang Fan.
"According to ancient books, Chi You is the leader of Jiuli, Sanmiao comes from Jiuli, and Chi You is the ancestor of the Miao people." Zhang Fan replied.
"Oh..." Duan Linlin responded, "What is the purpose of the Spine Ox Festival?"
"Pray for blessings." Zhang Fan replied, "Most of the activities of any race in the world such as sacrifices are for the purpose of praying for blessings.
According to legend, after the Yellow Emperor defeated Chi You, Chi You once entrusted a dream to the Miao people. He said to his people in the dream, I suffered a lot for you and died unjustly, and you must worship me forever.
The Miao family asked Xianniang to "carry the immortal".
Chiyou possessed Xianniang and used Xianniang's mouth to say something, "According to the sacrifices I made during the war, kill pigs and cows, arrange the altar head, use banana leaves to build a bridge, and knock the bamboo tubes, I will
I'm here to take care of your troubles.'
From then on, the Miao family held a grand ancestral sacrificial ceremony every year to honor their ancestor Chi You. It has been passed down from generation to generation and has become the oldest sacrificial ceremony of the Miao people.
Of course, these are all legends. In the ancient books of our Chinese nation, there are also records of the sacrifice of the vertebrae cow, and this kind of sacrificial activity has also appeared in our Central Plains region, and the scenes are similar.
The Miao people are praying to Chi You, and I don’t know the purpose of holding this sacrifice in the first place. I don’t rule out the possibility of praying to our ancestors, or to ward off disasters and avoid goods. Perhaps the Wujun chief knows that our ancestors once
The reason for holding the Shii Gyu Festival.”
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, Xiao Chong and the others nodded slightly, and then Xiao Chong said: "I will ask Nawujun Clan Chief after he has finished holding the Spine Ox Sacrifice."
I saw Wu Jun standing up slowly on the high platform, and the villagers also stood up.
"The sacrifice begins!" Wu Jun shouted from the high platform.
The strong man next to the drum began to beat the drum.
"Boom boom boom boom..."
The loud sound of drums echoed in the mountains, and the spirits of the villagers in the tribe were instantly lifted, and the atmosphere of the scene was suddenly heightened.
Suddenly, a group of people wearing Miao costumes and holding bamboo tubes gathered around from all directions. They tapped the bamboo tubes in their hands in a rhythmic manner.