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Chapter 130: Run, Mr. Yang said that the time of the disaster is tonight!!。

Just when Yang Lin interacted with netizens,

In the village office of Caojiazhai Village, Cao Zhancheng, the village chief in his sixties, was looking at the group opposite with a smile. There are four people in this line.

There are old and young, the older ones are about the same as Cao Zhancheng, and there are also sixty,

With black-rimmed eyes, he looks like a teacher. His name is Yuan Xinwen, and he is said to be a professor of famous culture at Shangjing University. There are two young ones, a boy and a girl, full of youthful vigor,

All are students of Yuan Xinwen. What’s even more surprising is that there is a blonde foreigner in them, tall, probably in his thirties. He was talking to the girl about something. This line was sent by the town during the day,

It is said that he came from Shangjing to investigate the customs and people here, and the foreigner’s name is James, who is said to be from the Eagle Sauce family and specializes in the folk culture of various countries. When this group comes during the day,

Cao Zhancheng was quite happy, thinking that he came to invest, but after saying a few words, he knew what customs and customs were being examined. He was disappointed for a while.

After the comrades in the town sent the people, they also ran away with their asses.

It seems that it is the same as Cao Zhancheng’s idea, as long as it is not to invest, it will be calculated according to the autumn wind. The visitor is the guest,

Cao Zhancheng arranged for several people to live in the dormitory of the village department. Who knew that in the middle of the night in the village this scream, these people all got up,

Pull him to say that he wants to study the funeral culture here. What is there to study here, who is not dead yet?

Oh, people add sacrifices at night, they are all dear relatives, a few of you outsiders, plus a foreigner, what is the matter?

After entanglement for a while, Cao Zhancheng had no choice, so he could only call Cao Jiasheng.

Finally, he promised to tilt the poverty alleviation quota for next year a little, which was agreed by Cao Jiasheng.

Promised to let the group go to their house to visit the site of the sacrifice.

“Let’s go, everyone, dress more, this north is not cooler than the south, and it is cooler at night.”

Cao Zhancheng put on a coat, Yuan Xinwen tightened his clothes, and said to the girl: 09 walked out.

“Tell Mr. James, when you get to the place, try not to take pictures.”

The girl’s name is Tian Tian, she is a student of Yuan Xinwen and has a good level of foreign languages, so she became James’s translator part-time. She told James what Yuan Xinwen meant, and James nodded repeatedly.

Indicates understanding. Although he is a foreigner, he also knows that after all, this is a funeral,

If you take a picture with your mobile phone, it is very rude. Several people followed Cao Zhancheng out the door and walked along the village path to Cao Jiasheng’s house. It was already eleven o’clock,

The surrounding darkness, the moon and stars in the sky are rare, and in the silent night, a burst of drama sounds spread through the ravines, which sounded even more indescribable.

James looked down and asked Tian Tian: “What are you singing now?” ”

Tian Tian was stunned, how did she know what kind of play she was singing now? She doesn’t understand this either.

At this time, the boy next to him smiled and said, “Now I am singing a play in Qin Wan, called Sacrifice Spirit.” ”

Tian Tian was stunned and asked, “How do you know?” ”

“I’ve heard the teacher sing.”

The boy secretly pointed to Yuan Xinwen who was walking in front. He was also a student of Yuan Xinwen and his name was Song Liang. Yuan Xinwen heard the conversation between the two and said: “Qin cavity sacrifice spirit, also known as [Fa Dong Wu], is a traditional play of Qin cavity. ”

“It is said that Guan Yu went to Maicheng at night and was killed by Wu General Pan Zhang.”

In order to avenge Guan, Zhang Fei urged his subordinates to build white robes, and was stabbed by soldiers.

Liu Bei hated the intersection and led 700,000 soldiers to conquer Eastern Wu and take revenge.

“As a result, the army reached Yidu, Huang Zhong died, Liu Beiyijia hated it, and the unified army continued to advance, and finally killed the Wu generals Pan Zhang and Ma Zhong, and took great revenge.”

“Because of its unique singing voice and the story behind it, the sacrificial spirit is now sung more in the northern white affairs.”

“Oooh!”

Tian Tian quickly translated for James. Hearing this, James’s eyes lit up, and his heart became more and more interested in the traditional funeral culture of this dragon country.

“Teacher Yuan knows a lot, I often listen to this sacrifice, and I don’t know that there is such a story.”

Cao Zhancheng said with a smile.

Yuan Xinwen also smiled: “It’s all from books, I just studied this, if I don’t know anymore, then it’s become something.” Several people said as they walked. ”

Soon arrived in front of the Cao family’s house. James looked at the white banner at the door, as well as the filial sons and grandchildren who came in and out, wearing linen and filial piety. There is also a spiritual hall built with paper in the courtyard. His face was full of curiosity.

At this time, the Cao Jiasheng, who was dressed in heavy filial piety, greeted him, because he had called in advance, so he had nothing to say, casually politely, and went to his own business.

This northern white affair was originally a chaotic matter, and it was impossible to expect to free up people to entertain. All the doors of the rooms in the courtyard are open, if you want to go inside, stay inside, if you don’t want to go inside, then stay in the yard. And no one said anything.

In order to study this, Yuan Xinwen and the others did not go in, standing in the corner of the courtyard. At this time, the sacrifice is being made,

The gentleman held the incense, and the filial son and the virtuous grandson knelt in front of the spiritual hall, accompanied by operas or songs, burning paper for the deceased,

This is all according to generation, one person, or several peers. In the time of a fold play,

Kneeling there to burn paper for the deceased as a sign of mourning.

And every once in a while, Mr. would recite the sacrificial text, and now Yuan Xinwen and a few of them saw such a scene.

While watching, Yuan Xinwen explained in a low voice, and then translated by Tian Tian to James, hearing James nodded repeatedly,

From time to time, I also took out a small book and wrote it down.

The kneeling filial son in the courtyard, as well as the band class, were all looking at James curiously in their spare time. After all, there is a foreigner in this white matter, and there are not many of them.

However, after watching it for a while, I lost interest and stopped paying attention. Now it’s not the eighties and nineties, and it’s a fuss to meet a foreigner.

See you on your phone every day, nothing unusual. Moreover, you foreigners are living in misery, so pitiful.

Which is like our heavenly kingdom, living and working in peace. How nice.

James asked a lot of questions through Tian Tian, and Yuan Xinwen also smiled and answered them one by one, this old man died more than 70, even if he was happy and mourned. Driving the crane to the west is Chengxian.

When something happens, it may be in addition to the immediate family members who will be very sad. Everyone else is talking and laughing.

There is nothing strange either. After answering James’s question, Yuan Xinwen concluded with a smile: “The funeral customs in the north of the Dragon Kingdom are different from your eagle sauce, pay attention to entering the soil for peace, the soul will be rested, otherwise, it will never be reincarnated.” ”

James listened interestingly, so he asked, “Is there really an afterlife?” Or a soul? ”

Yuan Xinwen shook his head and smiled: “It definitely doesn’t exist, you have to believe in science, these are all some folklore, in our words, feudal superstition,”

“It’s some of the legends that people left behind when they explored nature.”

James nodded.

He also compared it to agree with Yuan Xinwen’s statement. If there really was a soul or something, their eagle sauce’s technology was so developed, it would have been explored a long time ago. So

No matter which country’s legends about souls, reincarnation and so on, they are actually traces of exploration left by human beings when they explored the mysteries of the natural universe in the early days.

Nothing mysterious. The sacrifice continued, and the play was also changed and folded, and several people watched it for a while, feeling that there was nothing new, so they said to Cao Zhancheng and prepared to leave. But at this moment,

A person suddenly stumbled in, running while shouting: “Wrong, wrong, not tomorrow, not tomorrow, it’s tonight…”

The sound was so loud that it almost tore the night.

At this time, it was just the end of the play, and the gentleman was about to continue chanting the sacrifice, but Leng Buding was roared by this voice, and the incense in his hand was almost frightened. Everyone looked back stupidly and found that it was Cao Weishuan from the village.

Cao Jiasheng was stunned by his yelling, and asked in bewilderment: “Seventh Uncle, you… What to shout? ”

Cao Wei was tied to the seventh line in their generation, so Cao Jiasheng called him seventh uncle.

Cao Weishuan said anxiously: “Wrong, wrong, family student, the time when Brother Wei will die is not tomorrow morning, just this evening.” ”

The father born to the Cao family is called Cao Weigong, that is, the deceased.

Listening to Cao Weishuan’s words, everyone was stunned, tonight? No way?

Didn’t the gentleman count tomorrow morning?

According to custom, when there is a disaster, everyone must leave here,

Those who hide far away will not return until the end of the disaster. Otherwise, they will suffer.

Therefore, calculating the time of suffering is Mr. Yin Yang’s top priority. Cao Jiasheng scratched his head and said, “Seventh Uncle, you… Which one of you sings this, the time is calculated by the gentleman, you this…”

“That’s it, Uncle Wei Shuo, who are you confused about sleeping, right?”

“Haha.”

“Uncle, how much did you drink today?”

“Quite a lot, otherwise why did you suddenly talk nonsense?”

“Shouldn’t it be that my sister-in-law kicked me out?”

“Come on, Wei Shuo, I have wine here, can you drink it?”

“Seventh Uncle, how about you sing it to everyone?”

The people in the courtyard joked and laughed.

Cao Weishuan belongs to the kind of person who is particularly honest in the village, and he can’t beat a single fart with a few sticks.

Although it is not the legendary village guard, it is almost the same.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t have lived under the hillside at the head of the village. So almost no one respected him.

When they met, they dared to joke with him.

“It’s not… Really, really… It’s tonight. ”

Cao Weishuo’s face turned red, and his voice began to stutter.

“Okay, okay, Uncle Seven, come here, I’ll find someone to get you a bottle of wine, you can drink some by yourself.”

Cao Jiasheng said, and after speaking, he motioned for Mr. to continue.

“Family student, family student, really… Really… What I said is true…”

Cao Weishuo was crazy.

Grab Cao Jiasheng’s sleeve and prevent him from leaving.

Cao Jiasheng was also a little angry.

Impatiently said: “Seventh Uncle, you have to go crazy and send it to the side, I will add sacrifices.” ”

“Family, listen… Listen… Listen to me… Really… It’s really today… Tonight, Mr. Yang… The gentleman said…”

“Seventh Uncle, call you uncle, if you really recognize it, don’t make trouble, okay?”

Cao Jiasheng threw away Cao Wei’s hand. He was really angry. He is the filial son of the Lord, and he is busy to death. That has kung fu and Cao Wei bolt rip off. Cao Wei was thrown by him, and he almost fell, standing there dumbfounded.

This is probably the sadness of the poor.

Cao Weishuan really belongs to the kind of person in the village who is not respected by anyone. Also the poorest one.

So he spoke, and no one listened at all.

If you change to a rich and powerful person, the result will definitely be different.

Yuan Xinwen and his group, who had planned to leave, did not succeed. James was a little confused and asked, “What did he mean?” ”

Yuan Xinwen explained: “Suffering is a folk saying that after death, people will go home at a specific time to see, at this time, the living cannot get close, once they get close, something will happen,”

“Light sickness, heavy death.”

James understood, shook his head and mocked, “It’s the dead man’s soul that is back, isn’t it?” ”

“Haha, that’s funny.”

“Well, that’s what it means, but this is all feudal superstition and cannot be trusted.”

Yuan Xinwen said with a smile: “This person said that the soul of the deceased will return on the night of 600 days. ”

James smiled and said, “Then I’m going to take a good look, by the way, the Mr. Yang he said is…”

James knows a little Dragon language, but he is not proficient, and he can understand half the sentence.

Yuan Xinwen said: “It may be a Mr. Yin Yang, well, similar to your priest over there.” ”

James laughed and said, “Dragon language is feudal superstition. ”

A few people said and laughed, and did not plan to leave for a while. Be prepared to stay and see how things unfold.

At this time, the sacrifice began again, and the gentleman walked with incense and chanted the sacrifice in his mouth, which seemed to be a little imposing.

But whether it is Yubu or not, then no one knows.

Cao Wei stood in the courtyard stunned, looking at the people who came over, and no one paid attention to him.

It’s as if forgotten. After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly made a move that no one expected.

I saw that he overturned the table full of dishes next to him. Plates and bowls fell all over the floor.

The full pot of oil was also sprinkled, and the yellow flowed all over the place.

Everyone was stunned by his actions, and the gentleman’s steps did not leave, and the sacrifice was not read,

The paper didn’t burn anymore, and they all turned their heads to look at him dumbfounded.

“Lying groove, Seventh Uncle, what are you doing?”

The Cao family was angry and broken, and at this time, they couldn’t care about the difference between elders and children,

Rushing over, he overthrew Cao Wei to the ground, and the oil lake was full of clothes.

Everyone else reacted.

“Lie down, Wei Shuo, what are you doing?”

“Seventh Uncle, are you crazy?”

“Cao Weishuan, you are crazy on horseback, what are you crazy here?”

“A good table of meat, all on the floor.”

People cursed. Cao Wei got up from the ground, his eyes were red, like madness, and shouted hoarsely: “I’m not crazy, if you believe me, run quickly, it’s too late to come.” ”

He didn’t stutter at this time, plus red eyes, hideous expression, for a while, some people were really frightened by him.

“He… Could what he said be true? ”

“Although Uncle Seven is usually a little more honest, he is not so crazy.”

“I’m a little chilled in my heart.”

“It’s just, I feel like I’m panicking.”

“I… I’d better go, it’s a little scary. ”

“If it’s really tonight… Oh my God…”

“I’m gone too.”

……

This kind of thing is sometimes very evil. It is better to trust what it has, not to trust what it is not.

So after Cao Weishuo went crazy, many people felt a little cold in their hearts, and after Cao Weishuan left, they also slipped away.

Soon, there were only a few people left in the courtyard, including Cao Jiasheng. Even the opera band ran.

At this time, it was only five minutes before twelve.