"Some discoveries..." Zhang Fan replied modestly, and then continued, "The colors of Dong costumes are mainly green, blue, white and purple. We saw dozens of photos of Dong costumes at Lu Minshan's house. Those
The photos cover almost all Dong costumes. Although most of these Dong costumes are white, white only accounts for less than one-tenth of the overall clothing area."
After hearing Zhang Fan's words, Wu Lei recalled the photos he saw at Lu Minshan's house, and then murmured softly, "There are indeed very few, and most of them are in the corners."
"The characters in the barrier paintings are all wearing Dong costumes. If you just glance at them casually, you won't be able to tell anything unusual about these costumes..." Zhang Fan said.
Before Zhang Fan finished speaking, Wu Lei took over and said while recalling: "The white color on the Dong costumes in the barrier accounts for more than ten percent of the clothing area. I feel that it must be 10%."
Twenty, some even reach 30 percent."
"That's right..." Zhang Fan nodded.
"The big sedans used to pick up relatives at the barrier are also a little different from the big sedans we met on the road. The four corners of the bottom of the sedan are all stained with a touch of white, and the top of the drum tower is also a little bit white."
Zhang Fan said.
Wu Lei thought for a while and then said: "I didn't pay much attention to this..."
"You still remember that stone platform, right?"
Zhang Fan looked at Wu Lei and asked.
"Remember... remember..." Wu Lei nodded repeatedly, "It feels cold to the touch."
"That thing should come from the underworld."
Zhang Fan said.
"The underworld?"
Wu Lei raised his eyebrows, "What is the basis for your judgment?"
Zhang Fan handed the horns given to him by the bull's head to Wu Lei and said, "You touch this thing..."
Wu Lei looked at Zhang Fan and reached out to touch the horns. When Wu Lei felt the coldness on the horns, his eyes suddenly lit up and he subconsciously said: "It feels like touching a stone platform..."
After saying this, Wu Lei realized something, looked at Zhang Fan and asked tentatively: "The horn in your hand comes from the underworld?"
"Yes..." Zhang Fan nodded.
"Then it seems that the stone platform really comes from the underworld..." Wu Lei nodded, and then continued, "How do you plan to combine this stone platform with the special white colors on the barrier, and then open it?
Enchantment?"
"The Dong people and our Han people have the same culture of wearing hemp and wearing filial piety. Funerals and memorials are all done in white. The extra white on the boundary that shouldn't exist, coupled with the stone platform from the underworld, made me think
I came up with an idea. I think the 'living people' painted on the barrier do not represent 'living people', but represent ghosts.
On the right side of the plaque on the Drum Tower, there is a line of small characters written - Luo Yue Ancestors."
Zhang Fan said.
"I didn't even notice this small line of writing."
Wu Lei shook his head with a look of recollection, and after thinking for a moment, continued: "I remember Mr. Lu said that the Dong people were called Luo Yue in ancient times, and the Luo Yue ancestors were the ancestors of the Dong people...
From this point of view, the characters in the painting refer to their ancestors. No, according to your point of view, to be precise, the characters in the painting refer to the ghosts of their ancestors."
"right."
Zhang Fan nodded, "A stone platform was placed around the ghosts of our ancestors."
Upon hearing this, Wu Lei's eyes lit up and he subconsciously blurted out, "Sacrifice to ancestors?"
Zhang Fan nodded again.
"What do the Dong people need to worship their ancestors?
I remember Mr. Lu said that."
Wu Lei subconsciously turned his attention to Zhang Fan's notes.
"The offerings include white meat slices, white eggs, rice wine and brown rice."
Zhang Fan replied, "We need to hold the Dong flower azalea in our hands and recite ancestor worship poems."
"Yes...yes...I remember, that's what Mr. Lu said."
Wu Lei said repeatedly, and then, with a look of eagerness to try, "Mr. Zhang, let's go try it..."
Zhang Fan glanced at the time and saw that it was already four-thirty in the morning. "It's too late now. Let's have a good rest. We'll go back tomorrow afternoon and take Mr. Lu with us."
"Well, take a good rest and refresh yourself before going again."
Wu Lei said.
Afterwards, Zhang Fan and Wu Lei went back to their respective rooms to rest. They didn't get up until noon the next day. After lunch, they went straight to Lu Minshan's house, picked up the somewhat confused Lu Minshan, and went to the market to buy ancestor worship supplies and cuckoos.
flower.
Seeing the things Zhang Fan bought, Lu Min got on the mountain and looked at Zhang Fan and asked, "Sir, are we going to worship our ancestors?"
"Yes."
Zhang Fan nodded.
"Where to go?"
Lu Minshan continued to ask.
"The cave in Ling Juefeng where the real dragon ears are hidden."
Zhang Fan said.
"To that cave?"
Lu Minshan was a little confused, "It's not a tomb there, and there are no ghosts of ancestors there. There are no ancestors to worship?"
"Mr. Zhang, let me tell him what you found."
Wu Lei looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
Zhang Fan nodded in agreement, and then Wu Lei began to explain to Lu Minshan.
"It makes sense... it makes perfect sense..." After listening to Wu Lei's explanation, Lu Minshan nodded repeatedly. Then, Lu Minshan turned his attention to Zhang Fan, "Sir, you mean that the ancestor worship ceremony is to open the barrier.
key?"
"I feel like this..." Zhang Fan nodded and said, "Whether it is like what I guessed, I have to try to find out."
As soon as Zhang Fan finished speaking, the three of them arrived at the foot of Ling Juefeng. Zhang Fan once again hugged Lu Minshan's waist, and the three of them reached the cave after several jumps.
The three of them placed all the ancestor worship items on the stone platform. Lu Minshan looked at Zhang Fan and said, "Sir, I...can I come?"
Lu Minshan's wife died in this enchantment. This enchantment has always been a knot in Lu Minshan's heart. If possible, he would like to open this enchantment with his own hands.
"Okay..." Zhang Fan nodded and handed the azalea in his hand to Lu Minshan.
Lu Minshan took the azaleas, clasped his hands together, and began to chant ancestor worship poems in the Dong language.
When Lu Minshan finished chanting the first ancestor worship poem, the entire cave shook slightly, and with a muffled "buzz" sound, the enchantment glowed brightly, especially the white light. At the same time, a large number of
The soul energy surged out from the barrier and turned into thousands of strands, flowing directly towards the stone platform.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-dang..."
When these countless strands of soul energy came into contact with the stone platform, there were clear sounds of gold and iron clashing.
Following the energy in the barrier, along these thousands of thin lines of soul energy, it continued to pour into the stone platform. The stone platform was like a bottomless pit, continuously absorbing it.