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 weird.
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. He put his left hand in his pocket and stretched his right hand forward in a weird posture.
Since his upper body was not wearing any clothes, 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.
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 through, 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!
"Crack! 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 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 speak it carefully! 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. Please keep your mouth clean!
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: "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 abroad 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 this man with glasses is called Wu Shixun, he is a folk theology research enthusiast, he calls himself "Tieba Religious Committee"
"Team leader," the post bar 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 impressive. Everything is traceable. I lived here during the Buddhist Festival in October. In the past two months, I have
I checked a lot of things secretly, and judging from the results, the people in this village must be related to some kind of ancient shaman sacrificial ritual."
"Have you seen 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 form of shamanism, called "Buli Foduo, Emo Simama."
"
"What are you talking about?"
He recited 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 girl at that time. To connect this sentence with
Get up, translated means, "a woman crawling out of the desert in the summer."
"Climb 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 Climb was at the foot of Helan Mountain in Yinchuan. I heard it from comrade Qin Xingping, Lao Wang, who opened a small restaurant in the local area.
"Well...Yinchuan...very possible!"
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.
."
"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.
, so a legend about the July Climb was left 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 I know, 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 Qiyue as an evil god and use it to curse others. According to the customs of the Xixia people at that time, this is very
It is possible that Xixia was subjugated by the Mongols, and some Dangxiang people fled to Kangding, Sichuan. Dangxiang’s black 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 do you think I'm making 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 hundred years! The hell you know! What exactly happened back then!
"
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?"
"Oh...brother, my personality is like this. 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, there are some things I want to ask you clearly. There are many people here, so I will 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 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 gained a new understanding of ancient shamanism, ancient witchcraft worship, etc.
The names and "gods" I mentioned are all real, including this climbing god! They are mentioned in many ancient books. Don't think that I created them myself.
The original concept of shamanism was that "all things have animism". 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, and translated into modern language, it means "rich and powerful father".
Uncle Ma Liang said to me last night: "I hope father will bless you too." He probably meant that he hoped Bai Nacha would bless us.
This is the best ancestral god of the shaman. In addition, there are others like "Balqin", which is a male midwife who never misses. In the past, when women had difficulty in giving birth, they would silently recite in their hearts: "Balaqin bless you, Balqin bless you."
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 shamanistic legend, if a single young man goes to the temple to worship Sumu Balken, he will soon find a marriage.
There are also these, Abagarji (bear god), Hayan (soul), Gajirbalken (god of the well), Ayanbalken (animal god).
Dobi Balken (Tree God), Huotong Balken (House God), Wuxi Balken (Toilet God) 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 the "Ongtur" of 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 there is no restriction, it has come to take revenge. The old man in the ancestral hall definitely did not die of heart disease, but.
...Based on my secret observations in the village over the past two months, I already know who it is."
"You know? Who is it?"
He pushed up his glasses and said solemnly: "During the two days of the Buddhist Festival in Kangding, 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 had a nosebleed and suffered severe altitude sickness, and almost died!
