"Another condition is to be recognized by our ancestors!"
It seemed that Wang Han's doubts were seen, Ma Fuyin continued to speak, "Every pregnant woman here will go to the ancestors to worship during her pregnancy and pray for her ancestors' protection. If she is recognized by her ancestors, she will be a new generation.
High Priest, I don’t know much about how to recognize it in detail, after all, I am not a high priest!”
Listening to your words is like listening to another.
Many people in the village walked out one after another, boarded the soul boat, and some even cried bitterly. Gradually, more and more people went downstream and headed towards the hall.
Wang Han also followed the crowd and rode downstream with Ma Sitong on a soul boat.
When they arrived at that square location, Wang Han saw that Yang Huhuan and Zhen Yuanshan were already standing in front.
Front.
An ancient soul ship floated quietly on the water.
There is also a soul lamp hanging on one end.
There are countless lotus lanterns floating on the water.
Yang Huhuan stood on the soul ship in front and roared.
"Send the high priest!!!"
After a roar.
Many people burst into tears.
There are dense soul ships on the entire river.
The soul ship carrying the high priest is in front.
Behind are more than a dozen village chiefs, and behind are more than a dozen people.
I heard Ma Sitong explain that it was the Presbyterian Church in Tianpengque.
Go down the river.
This river is more than ten miles away, and all men, women, young and old are here.
The soul ship was densely connected to that direction.
Wang Han stretched his neck and looked at the front curiously.
There was a clamor of water coming from the front.
Wang Han looked carefully and found that there was a fork in front of the river.
I don’t know what’s happening at the bottom of the river, which makes the river on the left look shiny, while the river on the other side looks pitch black, even looking creepy.
Looking back at what these people said before, Wang Han also realized that this should be the Guihunjian and Nilijian they mentioned.
The soul ship of the high priest went towards the direction of the mud liquor.
The people behind him were sent to him on a soul ship.
"Shut up!"
Yang Huhuan suddenly shouted!
The crying gradually became less and less.
Everyone continued to send the high priest silently.
This dark tributary also has two miles of land.
After getting closer, Wang Han discovered it.
A huge sinkhole suddenly appeared in front of me.
The water flowed downwards under the sinkhole, which was the source of the sound of water.
The diameter of the pit is estimated to be one kilometer.
You can vaguely see something in the pit.
During that pit, there were many bronze men with strange shapes kneeling, holding jade cong in their hands.
"Send to the high priest! Worship!"
Yang Huhuan yelled loudly at the top of her throat.
Everyone in Tian Pengque either kneels or worships.
Wang Han took advantage of the person in front of him to kneel down and then he saw clearly what was inside the pit.
It's a tree.
A huge bronze tree!
Wang Han held his ears and listened to the movement below. The pit was almost thirty meters deep.
That proves that this bronze tree is at least thirty meters high.
And on that bronze tree, you can see many things, just like fruits on branches.
It's dark and roaring, those things are relatively small and can't see clearly.
Yang Huhuan shouted again at the top of her voice, "Bow again!"
The people of Tian Pengque once again worshiped the high priest.
As Yang Huhuan shouted again, after the third pilgrimage was over.
Everyone kept a bow and did not get up.
This provides Wang Han with a better vision.
The dozen village chiefs in front placed their hands on the soul ship containing the high priest at the same time.
“Lanning lamp!
Entering the stream!”
Zhen Yuanshan brought out a brazier.
The turbid oil inside was burning. Yang Huhuan took a big iron spoon and scooped it onto the bronze tree in the distance.
The tinder pulled out a line of fire and poured it on the bronze tree.
It can be seen from the naked eye that veins-like lines of fire burned on the bronze tree and spread towards the branches.
Yang Huhuan poured all the tincture oil in the brazier.
On the huge bronze tree, one fire after another was burning.
Only then did Wang Han see clearly what those shady things on the bronze tree were.
It turned out to be one tablet after another held on the lotus lantern.
After it burns, at first glance, it looks more like the fruits on this bronze tree.
There is a hint of mystery in the strangeness.
The dozen village chiefs in front of them were at the end of their soul ships, and at the same time pushed the soul ship equipped with the high priest forward.
The soul ship floated, and finally flew into the sinkhole by the current of water.
Except for Wang Han, everyone was kneeling.
Wang Han looked at the bronze tree.
The tablets on the bronze tree are big and small.
Wang Han's eyes flew over the tablets one by one.
Finally, he fixed his eyes on a tablet that was about one meter high.
That tablet is very close to the top on the entire bronze tree.
The size is only a little smaller than the front trumpets.
Moreover, the shape is very unique, obviously incompatible with other tablet styles. You can see a golden phoenix carved at the top of the tablet, but this phoenix has an indescribable evil.
Several golden words on it.
A guess emerged in Wang Han's mind. He took out his phone and turned on the camera and took a photo to the tablet.
The focal length is constantly changing.
Wang Han finally saw the words above clearly.
As expected.
It's exactly the same as my own guess!
Five big golden words on it.
The position of Yang Qing'e!
It was the name of the woman in the bronze coffin where a phoenix swallowed nine dragons.
Wang Han thought about it in another thought.
The high priest is called Yang Chunlai, and there is also a Yangjia Village in this place.
Could it be that Yang Qing'e is from Yangjia Village?
But it doesn’t match the things translated from the dog basket before, Bangzi!
It seems that I have to wait and ask Ma Fuyin again.
Just when everyone thought it was over.
A strange cry broke through the silence.
I saw Zhen Yourong’s younger brother Zhen Youzhi swaying violently, rushing towards Nilijian without his control.
The dozen village chiefs in front quickly looked up.
But it's still one step late.
Zhen Youzhi's coffin had already rushed in there.
Everyone was stunned.
Zhen Yourong shouted and rushed towards the other side.
Ma Fuyin hooked the soul ship.
"Ambition!"
Zhen Yuanshan immediately roared and was about to rush forward.
But Yang Huhuan held it down.
"Don't disturb the ancestors!"
Zhen Yuanshan's eyes were so angry that he was like a bloody man, "That's my son!!!"
"At such a high place, the water flows so fast! I will definitely die if I go down!"
Unexpectedly, Zhen Youzhi's terrified scream suddenly came from below.
"Help! Help!"
The voice trembled and he was crying.
Ma Fuyin immediately took out a plate of rope from his soul ship, tied one end to his waist, and handed it to Zhen Yuanshan and others, "Go ahead!"
After saying that, he urged his soul ship to rush out, and reached the side, jumped down.
A few seconds later, Ma Fuyin's voice came from below, "Put the rope!"
Several village chiefs put up a few meters of rope.
There was another shout from below, "Let's go!"
The group worked hard at the same time.
Not long after, he pulled the person up.
Zhen Youzhi's face was pale, his lips were trembling incessantly, and he looked at everyone in horror.