A man with his head wrapped in red silk rolled into the room like a whirlwind. Bai Jiaxuan saw the judge holding a small sieve covered with yellow cloth in his left hand and a short red stick covered with knots in his right hand, standing in the center of the horse horn and looking around.
Look. The judge is thin and short, with a yellow face. There is a black mole in front of his right ear. A long black beard grows out of the mole. He is known as Mr. Punch of Hair. Mr. Punch of Hair pulled out Lu San from under the belly of the cow.
, blew into his mouth three times, Lu San opened his eyes and asked: "Who are you? What are you doing at my horse's horn?" A tuft of hair, as light as a mouse, jumped onto the kang and then jumped into the circle.
, muttering curses in his mouth, sweating profusely, finally threw himself down in the brick cellar where Lu San mixed fodder for livestock, and took out a porcelain jar from under Xiao Luo's sieve, with the red color covering the mouth of the jar.
The cloth made a loud banging sound, like a mouse rushing out. The judge said: "Add half a pot of water, brown it and bake it to dry." Everyone looked at the porcelain jar and their faces turned pale with fright. Bai Jiaxuan took out five hard stuffers.
When it arrived in the hands of Mr. Zuofu Mao, he was about to ask someone to cook. Mr. Zuofu Mao shook his head and pointed at the sky and left, afraid of the rooster's crow.
The two days were uneventful. Lu San returned to his original sincere and dignified appearance, pulling cattle to drink water, bulldozing washers, twisting the handle of the pulley to lift water, but his eyes were a little dazed. Bai Jiaxuan thought to himself, after all this torment, his brain must be broken.
If you suffer a little, you will be fine after a while. After lunch, Bai Jiaxuan was taking a rest on the kang as usual. Lu San walked in lightly, swinging his hands and stood on the foot of the kang. He squinted and said, "Chief, you slept well.
"Free." Bai Jiaxuan stood up and was stunned when he looked at Lu San's expression. Lu San said proudly: "The money you gave the judge to seal the seal was too small. The judge held me down for two days and then let me go. You
Call the judge again, and I will never be fooled again." Bai Jiaxuan was so angry that he picked up his crutches, but Lu San twisted his waist and walked out, challenging him in the yard: "From now on, you are going to be a dog or a pig."
Bai Jiaxuan used crutches and went to the cow hoof nest to find the woman with a man's face. The woman waved her long pipe and said, "That ghost ran away when he saw you going out." Bai Jiaxuan had no choice but to go home, and sure enough he saw Lu San.
He was adding grass to the cow trough and asked him: "I haven't seen you later, what are you doing?" Bai Jiaxuan said that he had gone out to relax. As soon as he finished speaking, Lu San suddenly threw the straw stirrer and changed his mind again.
The voice of the woman who burned buns came out: "You called the judge, and you coaxed me. As soon as I saw you going out, I knew you were going into the mountains to find the judge. I'm going to hide." Bai Jiaxuan was leaning on crutches and gritted his teeth in anger, and turned around.
He left. Lu San chased him and shouted: "Go, you go to the judge again. If you break your leg, you can't catch me even if you run a hundred times." Bai Jiaxuan turned around and pointed at the bridge of Lu San's nose with his crutch.
: "I'm not looking for anyone. I'll fight with you at all costs." After saying that, he returned to the courtyard, closed the front and back doors, sat upright at the stone table, sipped wine one after another, and smoked hookah one pot after another.
The cane was leaning on his right hip. The setting sun retreated from the eaves to the high ridge of the building, and soon disappeared, and the courtyard became increasingly quiet.
Bai Jiaxuan closed his door and stayed in the house for a whole night and a day, and he completed a plan to punish evil spirits. It was evening again, and the red light of the setting sun receded from the eaves of the building to the ridge. He drank several cups in a row.
While drinking shochu, his nose suddenly smelled a pungent smell of burning scented wax paper. He pulled on his crutches, opened the front door, and followed the scent of scented wax through the village alley. When he arrived at the exit at the east end of the village, he saw a group of people.
Wonderful spectacle: On the flat ground in front of the kiln where Hei Wa and Xiao'e once lived and on the cliff of the collapsed cave dwelling, a world of incense appeared among the grass and wormwood, with thousands of purple and green smoke rising.
The dense flames of candles shone in the setting sun, and the flames ignited by piles of yellow paper money suddenly rose and died. Men and women knelt down in the basil, kowtowing, and one group left and another group came in, in an endless stream. Bai Jiaxuan ate.
He was shocked. He didn't expect that the climate of Bailu Village had undergone such a significant change after he had been locked in the house for a day and a night. He walked towards the slow slope with a cane, his waist stooped but his head held high. He was not talking to anyone.
Saying hello, looking proudly at the incense on the ground and the men and women kneeling in the grass, he walked around from the flat field of the kiln courtyard to the top of the cliff, used his cane to scatter a pile of burned black paper ash, and knocked it down.
He burned a pinch of purple incense and two red candles, then swung his crutches behind his waist and walked down the slow slope with his hands behind his back. The people kneeling on the ground watched him leave, and no one greeted him or spoke to him.
Bai Jiaxuan returned to the house, and three old men followed him into the yard. They declared that they were the leaders elected by everyone and were responsible for conveying a request of the tribe to the chief. Yesterday at noon, Xiao'e's ghost came through Lu San's mouth
A secret was revealed, and the plague currently spreading across the land was caused by her... So someone knelt down in Xiao'e's kiln courtyard and lit the first candle and the first stick of purple incense. In less than half a day, she
A large incense place was formed. The men and women from Bailu Village were not the only ones who burned incense and worshiped. People from villages near and far came after hearing the news. Bai Jiaxuan sat at the stone table and listened to the three old men's words calmly.
He said coldly: "Okay, then let's burn incense and kowtow. Whoever likes to burn incense, feel free to burn it, and whoever likes to kowtow, feel free to kowtow. It has nothing to do with me." The three old men further told him that Xiao'e used Lu San's words to propose that she
They built a temple and sculpted her body on the side of the kiln, put her bones into a coffin, and asked the patriarchs Bai Jiaxuan and Lu Zilin to carry the coffin and drop her body. Otherwise, all the living creatures in the original land would be wiped out... The villagers offered to donate money one after another.
They just waited for the clan leader to come forward and lead the clan members. Two loud "hum" sounds came out of Bai Jiaxuan's nose, and Huo Di swung his crutch: "You three old bastards... get out of here, get out of here!" Three old men
Unexpectedly, the clan leader didn't even show any face, and just looked at each other and went out in a hurry. Bai Jiaxuan stood in the yard, still angry, and cursed at the backs of the three old men who slipped out of the street: "Bastard, bastards, all of them."
They're a bunch of bastards."
The incense in Xiao'e's kiln yard was kept burning day and night. Villagers from all over the plain came after hearing the news. The weeds and wormwood in the kiln yard had long been trampled down, and the incense ash and paper ash accumulated as thick as black felt.
Extending to the terraced fields on the slowly sloping dirt road and on the cliff slope, you can see white flour offerings rolled into pomegranates and peaches everywhere. The incense in the temples in the four directions suddenly dropped, and the temple doors of the Sanguan Temple were closed. Then, the white offerings
The front of the ancestral hall in Lucun developed into a hot spot again, with many tribesmen kneeling on the square between the ancestral hall and the theater. The three old men bravely walked into Bai Jiaxuan's street together again, and made a show that even if the chief of the tribe spit on them
With a firm look on his face without wiping his face, he said: "My clan members will kneel down for you and ask the clan leader to come forward and lead everyone to build temples to eliminate disasters." Bai Jiaxuan did not scold this time, but said with a sneer: "Now you are not respecting gods but respecting ghosts.
, he is still a dirty ghost." The three old men persuaded the patriarch according to the pre-arranged words: "No matter what the ghost is, you have to save people." Bai Jiaxuan waved his hands and rolled his eyes: "Kneel down whoever wants to, whoever wants to kneel down.
Kneel down as long as you want, and ask me to shape the body of that temple builder, unless you come and kill me." He pointed in the direction of the street gate: "You three, let's go, go quickly, and remember not to come looking for me for this matter again; come looking for me again.
I, I will use a cane to knock out your three front teeth."
Xiaowu rushed home from the mountains after lunch to visit the bodies of his father and mother. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the coffin table set up in the living room, cried out, staggered to his knees and fell unconscious.
Bai Jiaxuan came out of the back room and hurriedly threw away his crutches. He picked up Xiaowu who was lying unconscious under the coffin table. He noticed that the blood was pouring from Xiaowu's forehead, covering half of his face and pouring into his ears. He lit a few pieces of yellow paper and burned it.
Ciao Hui rubbed the wound to stop the bleeding, and then strangled Xiaowu fiercely. Xiaowu woke up three times and cried until he passed out three times, until his father Bai Jiaxuan was exhausted and collapsed under the memorial table, unable to stand up.
Xiaowu found a piece of white mourning cloth and put it on his head, asked about the story of his mother's death, and then carried the Yin paper in a bamboo cage to the cemetery. Xiaowu cried until he fainted again in front of his mother's grave.
The burning yin paper burned his fingers before he woke up. Xiaowu returned to Bailu Village and was stopped by three old men. They told Lu San about being possessed by Xiao'e's ghost, and then led him to the square in front of the ancestral hall.
The kneeling tribesmen immediately surrounded him...
Xiaowu escaped and returned home in the evening, and said to his father: "Dad, you can't let the people kneel down like this..." Bai Jiaxuan asked: "What do you want to do?" Xiaowu said: "I want to save people."
It's important. If building the temple can prevent the plague, then..." Before Xiaowu could finish speaking, he was slapped on the mouth. He could clearly feel that his father was slapped on the mouth with the back of his hand, and the thick and hard finger joints
His lips were so painful that the blood from his gums flowed out of the corners of his mouth. Xiaowu wiped a handful of blood and spoke more impassionedly: "Dad, you have to think about your clan members even if you don't care about yourself. People are dying one after another in the village.
Are you staring at the death of the village? The people kneeling at the Jing ancestral hall are not only the people with the surname Bai and Lu, but people from the entire ten miles and eight villages on the original land are kneeling and begging you to speak. Everyone said that as long as you don't block the general, you can build the temple and get in shape.
The affairs of the coffin are jointly handled by all the villages; as for the matter of placing it in the coffin and giving it a grand burial, all you need to do is support the coffin with your hands. As long as you condescend to do something, everyone can avoid the disaster, and all the original villages are prepared to give
You hung a gold plaque. Uncle Lin followed the popular will and said that as long as everyone can be in peace, he doesn't care if he eats shit or drinks urine... Dad, let me say something that juniors should not say. The people kneeling in front of the ancestral hall and no one
Those who kneel are annoyed with you. You can put on your crutches and walk around in front of the ancestral hall to see how sincere everyone is. Maybe you will change your mind..." Bai Jiaxuan looked at his son's bleeding mouth and impassioned gesture without emotion.
Instead, he became as calm as iron: "Begging for orders for the people and obeying the people's wishes, you coincide with your uncle Zilin. It's not only annoying for me to be alone, but everyone sees me as a stumbling block blocking the road."
, I hope I die." After saying that, he walked out of the street on crutches.
Lu Zilin lost no time in seizing this opportunity. When Lu San revealed the truth about killing Xiao'e in front of a large number of people, he was shocked at first, and then he couldn't help but high-five, and the case was revealed to the world.
, no matter which way you look at it, no matter which way you say it, it will only benefit him without any harm; Hei Wa's suspicion and hatred towards him will be wiped out, and the fear caused by the plague will definitely make everyone in the original land unwilling to die.
He was a person who resented Lu San who killed Xiao'e and the patriarch Bai Jiaxuan who upheld the will of the clan. He said to the three old men who were frustrated in front of Bai Jiaxuan: "Then let everyone kneel to the door of the clan leader's house."
Later, the three old men encouraged Xiaowu to go to Lu Zilin in person and ask him to discuss directly with Lu Zilin. They also encouraged Xiaowu to surpass the old patriarch of Bailu Village and lead dozens of villages with the power of the new patriarch.
They jointly built a temple to bury the corpse. Xiaowu's brain began to heat up. When he saw the darkness moving from the door of the ancestral hall to the door of his house, the kneeling men and women, his mood became more and more excited. Without any hesitation, he and the three old men walked into Lu Zilin Shop.
A yard full of quicklime.
Lu Zilin patted Xiaowu on the shoulder and said: "It is possible to have all the villages in Yuanshang jointly undertake the temple construction, but it must be postponed to the last step. If we do that, how should Yuanshang people scold Bailu Village?
What about Jiaxuan? Besides, it’s not a good idea to skip Brother Jiaxuan. The best way is to let Brother Jiaxuan take the lead. It’s just right for him to take over. I said the five of us should go and tell the clan leader that Leng
The eldest brother also pulled me in to see if he would give me face." He patted Xiaowu's shoulder again and said, "Baby, you lead the original master to build the temple this time. You will have nothing to say when you become the clan leader in the future."
The five people found the Chinese medicine hall together, and Mr. Leng also showed an unexpectedly flexible attitude: "I have said before that this plague is an evil spirit, but now we should put aside everything. Saving people is the most important. As long as we can save souls, we can build temples and bury them."
Corpses are not a big deal. People compete with others, and humans compete with ghosts." So they packed up the medical equipment and ink on the desk, and went out with everyone in high spirits. The six people came to Xiaowu's house and found that Bai Jiaxuan was not there, and Xiaowu was also making a fuss.
It was unclear where his father had gone, and he did not return until dark. The six of them sat down together, determined to wait, and Xiaowu boiled pot after pot of water, made tea, and waited until the rooster crowed for the first time. Bai Jiaxuan's head
It came back with a touch of dew on it.
"I understand the purpose of everyone gathering here." Bai Jiaxuan raised his face and said, "Let's not talk about it in my room. This is not my family matter. This is a major event for my tribe and this village, and it should be left in the ancestral hall.
Discuss it with the men and women of your tribe and village. Xiaowu, go and light the lamps in the ancestral hall and summon everyone to the ancestral hall." Everyone looked at each other and saw that Bai Jiaxuan was only washing his hands and face in the copper basin without talking.
Looking embarrassed. Lu Zilin took the lead to say goodbye and walked out, followed by the three old men. Only Mr. Leng sat firmly and said: "Jiaxuan, your brother is colder than me." Bai Jiaxuan said: "Since you are here.
Just don’t leave, follow me to the ancestral hall to see the excitement."
Bai Jiaxuan went to Bailu Academy. "I am the only one left in Bailu Village." He told Mr. Zhu about the changes in the world since Lu San's ghost possessed him, and said with resentment, "That bastard Lian Xiaowu
Things are also eager to build temples for them." Mr. Zhu listened with interest and said disdainfully: "Humans and demons are confused, ghosts and gods are confused, and there are many strange things in troubled times. You only need to ask those people who are kneeling to build temples.
If the ghost takes it one step further and makes another request, asking every man in Bailu Village to get under her crotch, what should you do or not?" Bai Jiaxuan could no longer suppress the anger that had been accumulated in his chest for a long time, and said the move he had already conceived
He came out: "I had already thought about it. I dug her bones out of the kiln, set up hard wood and burned them for three days and three nights. They burned them to ashes and then threw them into the Zishui River so that she could never die.
Surrender." Mr. Zhu calmly helped him perfect this move: "Don't throw away the ashes, be careful not to pollute the river and sea. Put her ashes in a porcelain jar, seal it tightly, and bury it in her
In the kiln, build a pagoda above it so that she will never be born again." Bai Jiaxuan clapped his hands and said, "Build a pagoda well to get rid of ghosts and suppress evil spirits - good, very good."
The crude oil lamp in the ancestral hall lit up, and the male and female tribesmen were crowded in the courtyard and outside the ancestral hall. Many people from other villages knelt on the outside consciously, letting the people from Bailu Village into the courtyard and the front row. Bai Jiaxuan walked out of the crowd on crutches.
Walking into the gate of the ancestral hall, walked straight into the main hall, lit the wooden tube of lacquer wax, put in purple incense, and bowed three times, then walked out and stood on the steps, hunched over and raised his head and said: "Xiaowu, please read the clan rules.
Agreement with the village." Xiaowu held up the oil lamp and read out the clan rules and the clauses of the village agreement inlaid on the wall. Bai Jiaxuan waited until his son finished reading and then said: "I am the clan leader, I can only make peace with the village according to the clan rules.
Act according to the agreement. Which article of the clan rules and township covenants says that temples should be built for statues? In the world, there is only the principle of worshiping gods, but there is no principle of respecting ghosts. We must respect gods, and we can only fight ghosts. The death of people from the plague has made people panic, and everyone is in chaos.
I can think of burning incense and kowtowing, but you knelt down at the ancestral hall and then at my door, forcing me to carry my soul to build a temple. This is what you are forcing me to do. You also said that you would hang a gold plaque for me after I built the temple.
, that’s not a gold plaque, it’s a horse riding cloth hung on my gate tower. I will make it clear to everyone today. Not only will I not build a temple for her, I will also build a tower for her, burn her to ashes and press her under the tower.
, so that she will never see the light of day. Whoever wants to build a temple, just go and build the temple, and I will start building the pagoda tomorrow." After Bai Jiaxuan finished speaking, he walked down the steps, walked majestically through the crowd, walked out of the ancestral hall and went home.
When Xiaowu returned home, he knelt down in front of his father. Bai Jiaxuan held the hookah and listened to Xiaowu's confession on his knees. According to his temperament, he should have pushed away this bastard who was wavering when a major event was about to happen.
Just like the successor to the patriarch who deposed Xiaowen. But what to do after pushing Xiaowu away? The third son Xiaoyi obviously does not have the virtue of the patriarch. He said to Xiaowu: "It's good if you understand. You can start building the tower tomorrow. Can you
If you build the tower successfully, you can be a good leader of the clan in the future."
A six-sided brick tower was erected on the kiln where Hei Wa and Xiao'e lived. The six edges represent the east, west, north, south, and the six directions of the sky and the earth in Bailu Plain: a sun is carved on the east side of the tower, and a sun is carved on the west side of the tower.
A crescent moon is engraved on it, taking the metaphor of "righteousness of the sun and moon"; two naive white deer are engraved on the south and north sides of the tower, which are taken from the long-standing legend of Bailuyuan. This is the design plan conceived by Mr. Zhu. Since then
Xiaowu led his tribe to dig out the cave dwelling, took out Xiao'e's green bones, burned them on fire and then pressed them into the bottom of the tower. As expected, Lu San never went crazy and told lies again. However, he became increasingly lethargic, and his two eyes
I have lost my composure, often forgetting about things and talking about trivial matters. I don’t feel hungry even if I don’t eat a bite of food for a day. Once I eat, I am neither hungry nor full and can fit into seven or eight bowls...