Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 101: Headhunting and Sacrifice God’s Abandoned Land

 Suddenly a group of outsiders came to the village.

And it is said that he is still a descendant of his grandfather.

 This news spread from one person to another, causing a huge sensation in Malu Village.

 When a group of people, led by Xigu and Toge, headed to the ancestral house located in the middle of the village, both sides of the road were almost crowded with people.

 Men, women, old and young.

 They all looked at them with curiosity.

Many of them have never left Zhelong Mountain in their lives, not to mention so many Han people.

However, with Xigu and Tog present, they only dared to watch silently, and no one dared to argue.

 “That’s it.”

 A moment later.

 A bamboo building that was significantly higher than other chicken coops appeared in front of everyone.

 Because meeting grandpa is a big event.

Chen Yulou only brought Partridge Whistle and Miss Hong.

 The three of them are all veterans.

Of course it will not be rude.

But the moment they crossed the threshold and saw the statue of Wuhou on the shrine, the three of them could not conceal their shock.

On the shrine, Wuhou is in the center, and on both sides are tablets dedicated to Simola, the ancestor of the Wa people, and Li Dingguo, the king of Han.

The statue of Wuhou is carved lifelike.

Wearing Bagua clothes, holding a goose feather fan, a feather fan and a turban, and the Taoist bones of immortality.

 As if sitting on a high platform, quietly staring into the distance.

Furthermore, what amazed the three of them the most was that even though more than a thousand years had passed, the ancestral home was still full of incense.

“Marquis Wu made an oath with the Barbarian King that we and the other seven tribes would surrender and guard the southwest border gate forever for Shu Han.”

 “One thousand seven hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.”

“All tribes of the Wa people have always adhered to this agreement and will never betray it.”

 Sigu Qiuda carefully took down a wooden painting from the shrine.

It can be seen that the wood paintings are extremely old.

 The painting uses cyan paint to record the covenant.

With just a few strokes, there is a feeling of transporting people through time and space, back to a thousand years ago.

 “Everyone…great justice!”

 Chen Yulou had heard of this incident in his previous life.

I originally thought it was a fabrication, but I didn’t expect it to have any processing content at all.

You must know that this is not a year, ten years or a hundred years, but a full seventeen or eight hundred years.

 The world has changed, and dynasties have changed.

In the mountains and dense forests that no one remembers, these tribes of the Wa tribe are still guarding the covenant.

Thousands of years through the ages and twenty-three dynasties, I am afraid that only Prime Minister Wuhou can do this.

but.

 What he admired even more was these people.

 You will know it just by walking through the village.

Life in Maluzhai is not good, and they still live in the era of slash-and-burn farming.

 Most of the time, I rely on hunting in the mountains and forests.

A little skin that was easy to save, if you want to change to food or salt, you have to pass through the vast mountains until the city of Tusi, the Dao of Longchuan, which is hundreds of miles away.

But even so, they still stick to their faith.

 Just this.

99% of people in the world, no, it can even be said that no one can do it.

 Listen to Xigu Qiuda's warm voice talking about the events of that year.

Chen Yulou clasped his hands in his fists and bowed deeply to the statue of Wuhou in the shrine.

 “Where where…”

 Xigu Qiuda waved his hands repeatedly.

But at this moment, his turbid eyes could not hide his pride.

 It seems that generations of ancestors and thousands of years of perseverance have finally responded.

The Partridge Whistle standing aside saw this scene and subconsciously thought of their Zagrama clan.

 The same is more than a thousand years.

 The ancestors of the past generations have worked hard to break the ghost curse, until today.

 It's just that they died for the sake of their clansmen, but the various tribes of the Wa tribe only did so because of an agreement.

Partridge Whistle was filled with emotion.

Putting himself in their shoes, he felt that if the Zagrama were replaced by the Wa people, they would not be able to do it no matter what.

Hong girl’s eyes also flickered.

 She is not as far-sighted as Chen Yulou thought, and she does not have as important a responsibility as a partridge whistle.

 Just after listening to what Xigu said.

 She was just thinking about Jianghu.

 Everyone in the world prides themselves on honesty and justice.

 It’s just that people’s hearts are unpredictable, even more so than ghosts. Father and son will kill each other when their interests are at stake. How can there be any sincerity and kindness?

 Those people outside always speak with disdain when they mention these tribes and tribes, and they will definitely call them barbarians.

but…

 Compared to them.

How much better are these so-called barbarians in Maluzhai than they are?

“By the way, Dana, although I can still speak some Chinese, I can’t recognize many characters.”

“There is a copy of the letter in our ancestral house that our ancestors sent back when they followed the King of Han to the south. Can you... help us take a look at it?”

 Sigurchuda talked to them about many things.

 Always after a long time.

 After he returned the wooden painting to the shrine, he suddenly remembered something and whispered to Chen Yulou.

 The king of Han went south?

Hearing this, Chen Yulou couldn't help but look to the side of the shrine.

 He didn’t know much about Li Dingguo.

 I only know that he was the leader of the small imperial court of Nanming Dynasty.

With the remaining troops, he fought against the Qing Dynasty for many years, but unfortunately he was still alone. After his death, his life's hard work was wasted.

"good!"

　　It can make various tribes of the Wa people regard him as a figure of almost the same level as Wuhou Grandpa.

 Thinking about it, he is not a general person.

Besides, just reading the letter is not a difficult task. ,

Chen Yulou didn’t hesitate at all and agreed immediately.

 “Thank you Dana.”

Dana is the name given to young people by the Wa people.

 Chen Yulou's magnanimity was outstanding, and everyone who came seemed to take him as the leader.

How could Xigu and Tog not see it?

“That’s serious.” Chen Yulou pushed straight to the point, “I wonder where the letter is now?”

 “At the sacred place of the clan, Lord Longmo.”

Seeing that he might have misunderstood, Xigu shook his head and pointed to the depths of the village outside his ancestral home.

 “Long Mo Ye?”

 Hear this obscure name.

Not only Partridge Whistle and Miss Hong were puzzled, but Chen Yulou was also confused.

However, since it is a holy place.

 In his opinion, it should be an important place in Malu Village.

 “I’ll take you there.”

Although Xigu is quite old, his legs and feet are inconvenient.

 But his character is still the same as when he was young, resolute and resolute, and he took a few people away immediately without any delay.

 Go out of the ancestral home.

 See the shopkeeper come out.

Kunlun, who had been waiting outside, couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could go up to him, he felt the shopkeeper shake his head at him, signaling them to wait.

On the contrary, it is the patriarch Toge, who is worthy of being the person who has been in charge of Maluzhai for many years.

 Hands of the world, he obviously knows much better than Xigu, who is devoted to divination, exorcism and other witchcraft.

 “Uro.”

 He waved at Uluo, who was holding a bow and a sword on his back.

 The latter immediately stepped forward.

“How can we in Maluzhai have allowed guests to wait outside since ancient times?”

"Xi Gu and I are going to visit Long Mo Ye. You can entertain the guests from afar on behalf of us two old guys. Do you hear me?"

Tog warned seriously.

 He could see clearly that most of the people in the group were young men in their twenties.

And Uluo is the most outstanding one among the younger generation in the village.

If you let those old guys entertain you, you might feel uncomfortable.

 “Yes, patriarch.”

 Uro immediately agreed.

 Although I was wary of outsiders before.

 But now, seeing that the clan leader and Moba had already brought people into the clan and Lord Longmo, how could he still worry about it.

 After watching the group leave.

 With a smile on his face, he headed towards Kunlun.

 Out of so many people, the one he admired the most was this big guy.

He has dealt with almost all the tribes and tribes under Zhelong Mountain.

 But I have never seen such a warrior come out of any village.

 Just standing there.

It gives people a strong sense of oppression.

the other side.

 Chen Yulou and the other two, following Toge and Xigu, passed through the village all the way, but the direction was getting more and more deviated.

 All the way to the dense forest in the back mountain. As soon as I entered it.

 He then noticed an inexplicable gloominess and...an astonishing aura of death.

and.

 The deeper you go, the more eerie the feeling becomes.

Hong girl doesn’t have much experience with this yet.

But Partridge Whistle obviously noticed it, and his eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the surroundings from time to time like a knife.

"arrive!"

 Not long.

 Sigu and Toge, who had been leading the way, suddenly stopped.

He gestured to the three of them.

 Chen Yulou and the others looked around subconsciously.

 This is an uninhabited wasteland.

Tall trees that can only be hugged by a few people can be seen everywhere, with twisted roots and cloud-like crowns, blocking out the moonlight above their heads.

 Plus the night is already dark.

The wasteland was as dark as ink, and a few people only felt that the surroundings were shrouded in demonic mist. Unknown birds chirped and insects chirped, and the sound of gurgling water came from deep in the forest.

  I don’t know why.

 The moment you step into this place.

Chen Yulou feels inexplicably familiar.

He suddenly thought of the Ancient Li Monument. Except for the ruins of the walls and the dilapidated stone tablet, this place was almost the same as the Ancient Li Monument.

Hong girl is also an old man who is used to traveling around the world and fighting everywhere.

 This will not be noticed at all.

 His left hand secretly retracted into his sleeve, holding a hidden sword, and he felt a little relieved.

The same goes for partridge whistle.

 Since the last time I met that old turtle on the Nanpan River.

Even when he was sleeping, his two twenty-ring mirror boxes were never left behind.

At this moment, he looked at the two back figures not far away from him with his peripheral vision, and gently pressed his backhand on his waist. It was not until that familiar feeling came from his palm that the seriousness in his eyes faded.

 It’s Chen Yulou.

 There is not much change in expression.

Suddenly.

 A flame suddenly ignited.

The firelight dispersed the surrounding demonic fog and darkness, and several people looked through the firelight.

It was only then that I realized that this place was not as desolate as imagined.

 Between two big trees far ahead.

There is a bamboo building standing impressively.

The style is somewhat similar to the previous ancestral house.

but…

　　When the three of them looked around the forest, their expressions changed.

 I saw those ancient trees drooping, as if hanging on the branches full of fruits... one after another human heads!

 Some of them have already dried up and even turned into white bones.

 Some were still stained with blood, and the strong smell of blood spread in the wind.

　Judging from the appearance of those heads, they were all barbarians from the nearby village.

 “Long Mo Ye…”

 “This is the place where the Wa people hunt their heads to worship the gods!”

 Looking at the shaking heads.

Chen Yulou felt his heart tremble, and then he suddenly understood.

 He asked why he felt so depressed as soon as he entered this place.

 There is still a lingering death aura shrouded in the demonic mist.

Now, he finally came to his senses. The Wa tribe is the last tribe in southern Yunnan that insists on hunting heads to worship the gods.

 Over a period of more than two thousand years.

The Wa people will hold a headhunting ceremony every time they offer sacrifices to gods or before spring planting.

It is to hunt people from other tribes, take back the heads, and send them to Longmoye to worship the **** of grain, Smola, who is the legendary **** who controls the harvest.

 “Headhunter?”

 His voice is not loud.

 Only the three of them can hear it.

Partridge Whistle’s face changed slightly.

As the leader of this generation of mountain movers, he may have seen more dead people in his life than the mountain people have eaten salt.

 But even he had never heard of such a **** sacrifice.

 “Hush!”

 I saw the two of them and wanted to ask.

Chen Yulou made a gesture of silence.

Sigu and Tog, who were lighting the brazier in front, have turned around.

 There was no change in the faces of the two of them, and they seemed to have become accustomed to it long ago.

Thinking about it, as the clan leader of Maluzhai and Moba, one leads the clan and the other masters the witchcraft of communicating with the gods.

Perhaps, the headhunting was their order, so why would they feel uncomfortable?

 “Three Danas, come with me.”

They followed them into the bamboo building.

 Chen Yulou discovered that there were obvious traces of human life in this place.

 Look at the knotted straw ropes, bones and wooden paintings all over the ground.

 He reacted immediately.

The Bamboo House is the residence of Mobasi Gu.

only…

How could he, an old man in his sixties or seventies, endure living in such a dark and hot valley with heads everywhere all the year round?

However, he only dared to express these thoughts in a few words and would never show them on his face.

Xi Gu lit the oil lamp on the table in a familiar way.

By the light of the fire, I carefully took out a letter from the cabinet.

The letter was already yellowed and had rough edges, and its style was not of modern times.

"Dana, this is the letter from our ancestors that the King of Han sent back. Take a look..."

Xi Gu seemed to value it very much and said softly.

"good."

 Chen Yulou did not delay either.

 Take the letter and open it.

 The ink characters suddenly appeared on the paper.

With a casual glance, he had a rough idea of ​​the contents of the letter.

It was written by a man named Sangre before he died. He asked his Han colleagues in the army to write it.

He said that although he died, he kept the agreement with his grandfather with his blood, and even defended the dignity of Maluzhai with his life.

 Let the people in the village not grieve.

 He went ahead to meet his grandfather and his ancestors.

only…

 Listen to Chen Yulou reading the letter word for word.

 The two old men, Xigu and Toge, had already burst into tears.

 The Wa people have no written heritage.

Hundreds of years have passed, and there are very few people in Maluzhai who still understand Chinese.

Therefore, the contents of the letters gradually became unknown.

 It was not until today that the two of them finally knew what was written in the book.

At that time, the king of Han recruited warriors from various tribes in southern Yunnan and followed him south to the west.

A total of seventeen people died in Malu Village. Unfortunately, everyone died, but only one letter was sent back.

Holding the letter, Chen Yulou felt heavy and didn't know how to comfort him.

 “This is the glory of my Maluzhai.”

“Thank you Dana for allowing me to know what was written in this letter before it was buried.”

  Xigu put away the letter again.

Now that a worry was finally settled, he became much calmer.

 Toge didn’t know Chinese, but judging from his expression, it was what he thought.

"You're welcome…"

 Chen Yulou shook his head.

I was hesitating how to ask about Zhelong Mountain.

Xigu’s cloudy eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people’s hearts and looked at the three of them.

"If you have any questions, just ask. You are very kind to me, Maluzhai. No matter what conditions you propose, I, Xigu, will agree to you."

"this…"

 Having your mind broken.

 Chen Yulou did not hesitate.

 When I entered the village outside Shehe River, I actually wanted to ask the mountain people here about Zhelong Mountain.

“Xi Gu Qiuda, do you know where the Worm Valley is?”

 See him and ask.

Partridge Whistle and Miss Hong also looked over attentively.

 Waiting for Xigu’s answer.

only…

 Hear the word "Insect Valley".

Xigu's face suddenly changed, and his tone became a little anxious.

 “You’re going to Worm Valley?!”

“That is a forbidden area for the living, a place abandoned by ghosts and gods.”

 (End of this chapter)