Many people in the village who are in their 30s and 40s have never seen this kind of temple worship activity. It is said that since the day the temple was built in 1895, counting this time, there have only been four sacrifices in total, and this is the fourth time.
After the shock, I was confused, I couldn't figure it out.
Regardless of the selection of tributes, the bright yellow soul flags, or the hunchbacked Yapo's dress, they all have a strong Taoist style.
The hunchbacked Yapo smoothed his sleeves, leaned on his crutches, and slowly knelt down in front of the altar table.
It may have been passed down. She looked up at the three sticks of crude incense and read some words.
I saw the ranger Lao Hu sitting in front of his hut and watching. I couldn't understand what Yapo was saying, so I ran over and asked Lao Hu.
Old Hu said: "What she read is a memorial."
The general meaning is: "In the sixth generation, I watched a temple girl so-and-so make a sacrifice to the temple. The Taoist Master blessed me and sent a message to calm down my anger and resentment. I will offer tribute today."
Many villagers followed suit, but Lao Hu didn't show up. I asked him out of curiosity why you didn't go?
Lao Hu shook his head and said nothing.
The first ceremony is held at the entrance of Gui Zailing. After nightfall, they have to go into Gui Zai Ridge and perform the second ceremony in front of the small temple. It is said that the second ceremony is the highlight and only Yapo can do it. The villagers are not allowed to watch the process.
The afternoon temple worship activity lasted for nearly four hours. During this period, adults and children kept coming to kowtow to worship. Dou Sprout watched for a while and felt it was boring. He had to drag me to the canteen to get instant noodles and said that he would cook instant noodles for dinner.
On the way back to the canteen we met a man.
Tang Gui’s wife.
I saw everyone hiding from Tang Gui's wife. A young man shouted behind her: "Why didn't she stay at home? She should be locked up with an iron chain!" After shouting, he threw bricks at her.
Just run away.
Tang Gui's wife was pale, with disheveled hair. She was wearing one shoe, but the other shoe was missing. Her feet were bare, and her toes were turned purple from the cold. Moreover, I saw there were dry spots on her pants.
He was covered in blood and walked with a limp.
"Don't say anything, let's go slowly." I whispered.
The three of us were about to pass by Tang Gui's wife. At this moment, Tang Gui's wife suddenly turned to look at me and said with a silly smile: "Have you deleted the photo?"
I didn't reply and walked quickly.
She continued to limp forward, and when she met someone, she asked if the photo had been deleted. She even asked a five- or six-year-old child wearing crotchless pants, which scared several children to tears.
Seeing Tang Gui's wife walking away, Douyazai breathed a sigh of relief and said: "According to my observation, these old ladies are really crazy. They are probably too stimulated."
I don’t know what happened, but I suddenly thought of Xie Qirong.
Should madness and mental illness be the same?
I was thinking, what would happen if Tang Gui’s wife met Xie Qirong and asked him if he had deleted the photos?
Based on my several contacts with that lunatic, I guessed that Xie Qirong might have kissed her, then pulled her back on a cart and locked her up.
After we got back, we cooked seven or eight packs of instant noodles and ate them. We didn’t need to eat at this point in the evening. At the dinner table, Uncle Xue asked Brother Yu where he had sent the express. He had been away for a day and still hadn’t come back.
He raised his head and said with a smile: "Wen Bin just called me. He said he met a friend in the county town and wanted to get together in the evening. He asked us not to wait for him."
"Bang bang bang!"
"Bang bang bang!"
We had just finished eating when there were two rapid knocks on the door.
"Xiao Tang? Why are you here?"
When I opened the door, I saw Xiao Tang standing at the door. She asked anxiously: "Brother Xiang, aren't you here for a trip? Did you bring any bandages to stop the bleeding?"
"bandage?"
I reacted and asked: "Yes, what do you want that thing for? Where are you injured?"
"not me!"
Xiao Tang stamped his feet and said: "The doctor in the village is gone! I'm here to ask if you have any. If you have any, get it quickly! The man is dying!"
"Who is sick?" I asked as I went back to look for bandages. I remembered that there was still half a roll left.
I found something and trotted along with Xiao Tang. She took me to Guizailing.
It was evening at this time, and the sky was just getting dark.
From a distance, I saw the hunchbacked old woman leaning on the leg of the altar table, her face covered with blood, and the cloth wrapped around her could not stop the bleeding at all.
"What...what's going on?"
"How did you get hurt like this? Did you fall? I was fine when I went back just now."
Xiao Tang bit off the hemostatic bandage with his teeth and wrapped the bandage several times on Ya Po's head, finally stopping the bleeding.
Ya Po is already old, but now she has suffered such a serious injury on her head. Whether she can recover is a question. She can only maintain her condition first and then send her to the hospital as soon as possible.
