Chapter 55: The Fate Between Immortal Cultivators and Humans
Under the bright moon and stars, the two of them rode horses and galloped all the way.
Xu Mochen unfolded his consciousness and scanned around, but found no so-called abnormality. He didn't understand how Shu Wuyin discovered the plague god mentioned by Shu Wuyin.
However, every time Shu Wuyin came to a fork in the road, he would jump down and take a closer look, and it seemed that it looked the same.
She is wearing a smart outfit, and her figure is even more graceful and graceful when viewed from behind. She is carrying a bow and arrow, and she looks a bit like a knight-errant.
It's a pity that this is the world of immortality, and ancient martial arts are destined to have no future.
After going back and forth, the two of them had left the surrounding area of the capital and were quite far away from each other.
Shu Wuyin suddenly stopped. She pointed forward: "It should be somewhere, it feels very strong."
Xu Mochen looked around and saw a firelight in front of him. It seemed to be a village and some kind of ceremony was being held.
"They are the Dongzhuang people," Shu Wuyin explained, "I have read Master's travel notes, which record that there is such a small ethnic group in the northeast of the capital, and they have lived in the Red River Basin for generations.
Looking at the fire, it should be a bonfire. It’s just the New Year and they are holding the Maguai Festival."
"Maguai Festival?" Xu Mochen heard about it for the first time.
"It's the Dongzhuang people's name for frogs," Shu Wuyin turned around and smiled, "Their tribe believes that the god of frogs is responsible for wind and rain, so they have always had the tradition of worshiping them."
Xu Mochen was surprised: "Frogs can also become gods."
But this is not impossible. After all, one can cultivate immortality in this world.
Perhaps in ancient times, the people of this tribe met a cultivator who took the form of a frog, and the two had an immortal bond, so that even now, this tradition is still preserved.
Such is the dependence between humans and immortal cultivators.
As for frogs, they belong to the world of monsters. Ask Tang Derun later, maybe he knows something.
"I have calculated that today should be the last day of the Maguai Festival. There will be many rituals," Shu Wuyin slowly rode forward. "One of them is to catch the God of Plague."
Of course, this is just a wish of the human race, and they do not have the ability to really catch the plague god.
Xu Mochen was puzzled: "Then what kind of plague god are you talking about and why he came here?"
"According to my analysis," Shu Wuyin smiled, "this plague god is not very strong. The reason why he came here is because of the awe of the people, which is also the source of his strength."
In other words, He needs the power of faith.
Xu Mochen was silent. The relationship between human race and immortal cultivators is really hard to describe.
Arriving near the entrance of the village, Shu Wuyin jumped off his horse and tied it up: "Go in and take a look first."
At the entrance, there were several villagers with weapons guarding them. When they saw the two of them, they were chattering.
They are not from the Daqian tribe and do not understand the language.
Shu Wuyin stepped forward openly and was able to talk to them.
After a while, several people came inside, one of whom was wearing Daqian clothes.
"How come these two people from Daqian are here?" The man spoke pure Daqian language. "In Zhou Zhoucheng, he is a businessman traveling in this area."
It turned out to be a businessman. Xu Mochen smiled: "I was passing by here and saw the fire, so I stopped by."
Zhou Cheng also smiled: "That's fate. This is the residence of the Dongzhuang people, and their Maguai Festival is being held now. You two can participate together."
As he said this, he looked at the two of them. They didn't look like brothers and sisters, nor did they look like husband and wife. Their clothes were luxurious and it was hard to guess.
Xu Mochen didn't care, but Shu Wuyin nodded: "Let's take a look."
Zhou Cheng turned around and led the way, introducing by the way. Xu Mochen looked over and saw that this custom was very special.
In the center of the village, a bonfire was burning, and many villagers were standing in a circle around the bonfire, each wearing strange masks on their faces and dancing.
"It has been passed down for thousands of years," Zhou Cheng explained. "It is said that when the Dongzhuang tribe first migrated here, they encountered successive years of drought and were almost wiped out.
Later, with the blessing of the Frog God, the water came out, and the weather was good, and the family was able to thrive to this day."
This can be regarded as a relatively good fate between the immortal cultivator and the human race.
It is estimated that such a relatively closed place can form such a stable relationship.
"Then this frog god," Xu Mochen was curious, "can we still see it now?"
"That's an ancient legend," Zhou Cheng laughed when he heard it. "Just like among the people of Daqian, there are many stories of fairies descending to earth, but they are just stories and should not be taken too seriously."
Xu Mochen was noncommittal, thinking that most of them were probably not stories.
Mortals have memories of contact with immortal cultivators.
However, it was treated as a legend.
Shu Wuyin kept looking around, she was carefully checking the God of Plague.
When Xu Mochen passed by the villagers' houses, his spiritual consciousness kept scanning in, and sure enough, he discovered that there were people in the village who had the plague.
Shu Wuyin's judgment is correct, the god of plague has indeed come here.
"Is there anything difficult happening in the village?" Xu Mochen asked in a low voice.
"Sir," Zhou Cheng's smile froze slightly, "to be honest, quite a few villagers have suddenly fallen ill recently. This disease occurs in many villages along the road from the capital.
I'm guessing it's a plague. Isn't this just in time for the ceremony to catch the plague god? I hope it can ward off evil spirits."
"I have something, I wonder if Brother Zhou can help," Xu Mochen thought, taking out a jade pendant, "Actually, to be honest with Brother Zhou, I followed him all the way here because of this disease.
At dawn tomorrow, Brother Zhou, can you take this jade pendant and return along the road? If you encounter officers and soldiers, you can show it to the leader, and they will come to help."
"It turns out he is a nobleman," Zhou Cheng was surprised, "My lord is from the capital..."
"It's from the embroidered clothes," Xu Mochen smiled, "This matter needs to be dealt with urgently, otherwise the number of patients will increase and it will get out of control."
Zhou Cheng nodded: "I understand, I'll leave this matter to you.
But sir, the customs of the Dongzhuang people and Daqian people are different, so please pay attention."
"Of course," Xu Mochen nodded, "so when the time comes, Brother Zhou will still need to mediate."
Zhou Cheng is a businessman, and he is considered to be the lowest among the ancient scholars, farmers, industrialists and merchants.
I didn’t expect that I could actually help the government.
If you maintain a fateful relationship, you will be able to do things better in the future. If government and business are integrated, there will of course be more benefits.
After getting the task, Zhou Cheng went to discuss with the village chief.
This ritual of catching the God of Plague should be carried out because it is a sign of faith.
But if you are really sick, you still need timely treatment.
In this regard, Zhou Cheng, who comes from Daqian, has a higher vision than the aborigines.
But if you want to convince them, you need additional reasons.
Xu Mochen breathed a sigh of relief. Tang Derun would definitely inform Zhao Lingbo and the others after getting the news.
There are many large and small villages along the way. If they are not dealt with in time, if they spread, the whole village may be destroyed.
The cultivators who do such things are unforgivable!
He had just made arrangements when he felt his sleeves tug. Looking back, Shu Wuyin pointed to the mountains behind the village: "If I feel right, I should hide in there.
This village has some power of faith, and the plague god is ready to have a feast."