Not just me, many people saw the scene that day, and I was just one of them.
The little old man who lived in the ancestral hall passed away. His death was very strange, even strange.
There was no surveillance there, so no one knew what happened in the middle of the night last night.
When I went in, I only saw that a large piece of the spiritual tablets on the tribute table in the ancestral hall had fallen over, and many fell to the ground. The little old man was shirtless. He had no clothes on, face down, and lay motionless on the ground!
The man's limbs were stiff and out of breath. His left hand was in his pocket and his right hand was thrust forward in a weird posture.
Since his upper body was naked, I saw a tattoo on his back.
Many old Tibetans have tattoos on their bodies, but this tattoo pattern seemed familiar. I looked at it from a distance and suddenly remembered that it was very similar to the tattoo pattern on the character behind Lao Fu! The only difference was that the tattoos on his back were more
A lotus flower tattoo.
"Okay, okay! Get out now!"
"There's nothing to see. The old man's health is not good to begin with. He has a heart disease!"
Someone immediately asked loudly, "Then why are the stairs full of dead bugs? Please give me an explanation!"
"Explain what?"
"It's normal to see bugs in this season. Shut up! You're the only one who talks a lot!"
Everyone else and I were kicked out and no one was allowed to see us.
I kept staring at the little old man's left hand that was in his pocket. He seemed to be grabbing something before he died.
I gritted my teeth and squeezed over, took his hand out, and was shocked to find that what he was holding tightly in his left hand was a bunch of fresh green willow branches!
"Click! Click!"
Suddenly there was a sound of a camera shutter coming from behind me. I turned around and saw that it was a young man in his twenties.
This young man was carrying a black backpack and a pair of glasses. The lenses were so thick that he might have eight hundred degrees of myopia.
He took the photo and ran away, and I was kicked out soon after.
"Wait! What were you taking pictures of just now!" I caught up with him and asked.
"Zhou Cao, don't drag me!"
"What do I think has anything to do with you!"
"Where did you come from? Why do you speak so abruptly?" I frowned.
"You don't care where I come from! Let go! I'm leaving!"
This kid wears glasses and looks like a scholar. I didn't expect that when I talked to him, I kept saying the same thing. Damn, he has no quality.
I picked up half a brick from the ground, held it in my hand and weighed it.
He immediately changed his face and said, "Brother, if you have something to say, please say it! Don't do anything, so as to avoid losing both sides!"
I said you can beat me? Both sides will be injured. Believe it or not, I can knock you down in five seconds and clean your mouth. A little bit!
He nodded repeatedly and said okay, I understand, brother! Don't be angry.
I threw the brick, clapped my hands and frowned and asked, "Now tell me, what did you want to do when you took the photo just now?"
He looked around and lowered his voice and said, "Research, brother, I have made a big discovery! There are many people here and it is not convenient to talk. Let's talk somewhere else."
We walked with him to the entrance of the village canteen, where we chatted.
There is a specialized subject in foreign countries called "theology", and you can study for a postdoctoral degree and get a professional certificate, but we have never had it in our country. I remember that this man with glasses is called Wu Shixun, he is a folk theology research enthusiast, he calls himself "Tieba Religious Committee"
"Team leader," the Tieba ID at that time was "Team Leader Wu Da."
Tieba first became popular in those two years. I wonder if anyone has any impression of this name?
He has posted many posts on Tieba before, such as a field trip to Luohua Cave in Western Hunan, a field trip to Shuigui Bridge in Guizhou, etc.
I asked him what big discovery you made?
A trace of white light flashed through the lenses of his glasses, and he said in a deep voice, "It's very cool. Everything is traceable. I lived here during the Buddhist Festival in October. Over the past two months, I have secretly
I checked a lot of things, and judging from the results, the people in this village must be related to some kind of ancient shamanic sacrificial ritual."
"Did you also see the old man who was lying on the ground to death just now? The tattoo on his back is called the lotus back! It can be regarded as a kind of amulet. Only those who have practiced spiritual practice dare to get the lotus back tattoo! Just like people in today's society dare not do it casually
Wen opens his eyes and Guan Gong, there is something very particular about this."
I frowned, indicating that I didn't understand.
He was chattering in a low voice, "Let me tell you, there is a local god here called the Climbing God. This is an evil god. It also has a name in the shamanistic culture, called "Buli Foduo, Emo Simama."
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"What are you talking about?"
He read it again in a low voice, and explained to me in a low voice: "Foli Foduo means Great Summer, Emo is a desert in the past, and Simama is the name of a woman at that time. Put these sentences together."
, translated means, "a woman who crawls out of the desert in summer."
"Climbing in July?" I asked blankly.
He was also stunned and said, "This name is quite good. Summer can also be understood as July, when the weather is the hottest."
I took out a cigarette and handed it to him, but he took a puff and coughed repeatedly and said he didn't know how to smoke.
I asked doubtfully, "Do you think this thing has anything to do with Yinchuan?"
Because the first time I heard the name July Climbing was in Henan, Yinchuan.
At the foot of Lanshan Mountain, I heard from Qin Xingping’s comrade-in-arms, Lao Wang, who ran a small restaurant in the local area.
"Well Yinchuan is very likely!"
He raised his head and said, "There is a big desert in Yinchuan! There are Gobi deserts everywhere. We might as well make bold assumptions!"
"A long time ago, during the Song, Liao and Jin Dynasties, there was a woman named Ximama. She was sacrificed, or had her hands and feet cut off for other reasons, and was left to die in the Tengger Desert.
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"This woman didn't want to die, so she dragged her body and crawled in the desert. In the end, she couldn't see any hope and died in despair. When she died, she was so resentful that she swore that she would never let go of those who harmed her.
Those people left a legend about the July Climb there." .??.
I frowned and said, "Even if this is true, it was in Yinchuan in the northwest. Why did you come all the way to Kangding, Sichuan?"
He said, "This involves a historical issue. At that time, it was the Xixia Kingdom established by the Dangxiang people that ruled the northwest desert. Did you know?"
I said yes, and you continue talking.
He nodded and said, "The Xixia people believe in two religions, one is Buddhism and the other is shamanism. The shamanistic wizards worship Qiyuewei as an evil god and use it to curse others. According to the customs of the Xixia people at that time, this was very effective.
Possibly, then Xixia was subjugated by the Mongols, and some Dangxiang people fled to Kangding, Sichuan. Dangxiang’s dark wizards followed suit and naturally brought the Climbing God to Kangding. Doesn’t everything make sense?”
I said, brother, you are really good at making things up.
He became anxious and said loudly, "Why the hell are you asking me to make this up!"
"This is called association! It's called speculation!"
"How the hell do you dare to question my professional ability! Many mysteries in history are finally solved by people's speculation. If you don't speculate! It's been seven or eight hundred years! The devil knows! What exactly happened back then?
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I said with a cold face, "Who are you scolding? Are you eating shit? You are so irritable and unqualified, why can't you speak well?"
"Hey, brother, this is how I talk and behave. I can't change it if I get used to it. Can you please stop being like me?"
"Okay," I waved my hand and said, "Since you are so professional, I also want to ask you about some things. There are many people here, so we should find a place to eat at noon and talk while eating."
"Okay, brother, let's go and take my car. I also want to make you my friend."
We went to the county town to find a small restaurant for a drink, and he and I continued chatting.
There are three hundred and sixty people in the industry, and there are experts in each industry. Chatting with such people can learn a lot of new knowledge that you don't understand at all.
At the very least, I have some knowledge about ancient shamanism culture, ancient witchcraft worship, etc. gained new understanding.
The names and "gods" I mentioned are all real, including this climbing god! They are mentioned in many ancient Tibetan and Manchu books. Don't think that I created them myself.
The original concept of shamanism was that "all things have animism". Among them, the Daur people, the Oroqen people, and the Ewenki people all believed in and worshiped an ancestral god called "Bainacha".
This name is also called "Baiyin Nacha" in ancient Chinese, which translated into modern language means "rich and powerful dad".
Uncle Ma Liang said to me last night, "I hope my father will bless you too." He probably meant that he hoped Nacha Bai would bless us.
This is the best ancestral god among shamans. In addition, there are also people like "Baleqin", which is a male midwife who never fails. In the past, when women had difficulty in giving birth, they would silently recite "Baleqin, Blessing" in their hearts.
Bless you," so that pregnant women can give birth safely.
There is also the fox god "Sumu Balken" who governs the love between men and women. His original form is a red-haired century-old vixen. According to the shaman culture, it is said that if a single young man goes to the temple to worship Sumu Balken, he will soon find a marriage.
There are also these, Abagarji, Hayan, Gajirbalken, Ayanbalken.
Daubi Balken, Huotong Balken, Wuxi Balken" and so on.
In addition, there are bad gods, evil gods, like the climbing gods of Dangxiang, and other messy gods. This system is very complicated and no one can study it clearly now.
Wu Shixun also saw the willow branch that the little old man was holding in his hand before he died. He told me that it was no ordinary thing, but an "Ongtur" in shamanism. Holding it in your hand can drive away certain bad things.
There are also other magical instruments, such as rosary beads, drum hammers, prayer wheels, sacred fans, cloth flags, bells, leather drums, sacred hats, vajra buttons, etc.
I kept smoking at the dinner table.
He threw a peanut into his mouth, chewed it and said, "Obviously, there was something that restricted the climbing god before, but now that it is unchecked, it has come to take revenge. The old man in the ancestral hall definitely did not die of heart disease, but according to me
After two months of secret observation in the village, I already know who it is."
"You know? Who is it?"
He pushed up his glasses and said solemnly, "During the two days of Kangding's Buddhist Festival, there is a folk custom called burning stones. The old woman in the village who is responsible for watching over the burning of stones must be a climbing god."
When I heard this, I lost my grip on the cigarette and dropped it to the ground.
I remembered! Really!
The old woman who burned stones, I saw her on the Buddha Festival!
That time, I glanced at the old woman across the fire.
I then suffered a nosebleed and suffered severe altitude sickness, and almost died!
