Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

Chapter 159 The Descendants of Wangman from Three Villages of Wa Nationality

"This is…"

After seeing the sketch clearly, Partridge Whistle could not help but frown slightly.

Have they seen this mountain **** more than once in the tomb of King Xian?

 The temple outside the valley, the stone carvings of the altar, the murals inside the temple, the Xuan Palace lake scene, and even the remains of the mountain **** in the ancient bronze box.

 The time span is one to two thousand years.

 The style of picture scrolls has changed over time.

 The only thing that remains unchanged is the image of the mountain god.

 Black face, long hair, holding a skull in its mouth, and a majestic expression.

  It is almost carved from the same mold as the sketch in front of me.

only.

The barbarians in Zhelong Mountain should have been killed by King Xian long ago. Why does this picture appear in Maluzhai?

Xigu’s hanging heart finally fell back completely.

 They have tried every possible method.

　　“That’s it.”

 There is another ghost and **** in the place abandoned by the big ghost.

Of course, it was the warning from the Great Ghost Meji that finally made them give up entering the Worm Valley.

Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but look at Chen Yulou beside him.

Xigu carefully spread the sketch on the coffee table and then asked.

“I wonder if the Maluzhai branch has been living here since ancient times, or whether it moved here from outside?”

 Additionally, release ghosts, offer sacrifices, invite gods, and divination.

 Speaking of this, a trace of pride flashed in Xigu's cloudy eyes.

 But in the end, it either dissolves into a pool of blood or turns into a mindless monster.

 Chen Yulou nodded.

"Dana, no matter how blunt he is, as long as I know, I will tell you everything."

 Wait until the two old men gradually calmed down.

 A pair of old faces are full of complexity.

“Xigu Qiuda, there is something I don’t know whether to ask or not?”

 Obviously I have thought about this too.

Over the years, they have also guessed that no matter how big Zhelong Mountain is, it cannot stop the footsteps of the tribesmen of thousands of years.

Sigu clenched his fists with a serious look on his face.

But the mountain ghost Awa disappeared without a trace, just like the rainwater that merged into the river.

 Except for the Worm Valley, which is shrouded in poisonous miasma.

 Chen Yulou then asked.

There were also attempts to break in by force.

“There is an ancient temple at the foot of the cliff, with the shrine in the middle.”

These speculations together were like wildfire blazing in his mind, and he couldn't suppress it at all.

Is it possible that the natives back then were the ancestors of the Wa people?

Look at his eyes twinkling.

Who would have thought of it.

“There are nineteen villages at the foot of Zhelong Mountain. In addition to our Wa people, there are also Dai, Sanmiao, Donghu and Jurchen remnants. But except for our three villages of the Wa people, the rest of the villages were moved from behind.”

Even though he had already guessed from Chen Yulou's description, he still brought the two of them to Long Moye just to be sure.

"That's right...that's right, the mountain **** Ava, the three Wa villages around Zhelong Mountain have been looking for his traces for countless years, but they have never been found."

Even though it is in charge of heaven and earth, it cannot set its sights on it.

 See him confirm again.

 There is no other possibility.

“Dana, is this the big ghost you saw in Worm Valley?”

 “Nature is from ancient times to the present.”

“Some people have long speculated that the mountain **** may be trapped in the Worm Valley, but unfortunately, we can’t get in at all.”

  This is the solemn etiquette of the Wa village.

 This is also why Sigu and Tog are so excited.

Seeing him like this, Chen Yulou couldn't help but sigh, and subconsciously sat up straight.

 Had it not been for Chen Yulou and the others' forced entry, I'm afraid this secret would have been kept secret for countless years.

 About the history of Maluzhai.

 As a Moba, he can be said to possess numerous treasures.

Although there is no writing in Wa Village, they have clearly recorded the events of their ancestors for more than a thousand years using knotted ropes, sketches and stone carvings.

　　Unlike those Miao, Dai, and Hu people.

They are just a bunch of native barbarians.

Has no foundation at all.

Even though Maluzhai is no longer as strong as it used to be and has declined a lot, it is not a small family like Mengla Village, where barbarians can try to get away with it.

 “When can it be traced back to the earliest time?”

 Chen Yulou nodded and continued to ask.

 “Is it the earliest?”

Xigu thought for a while, "I'm not sure exactly, but it must have been fifteen or six hundred years ago."

 “Fifteen or six hundred years.”

 Hear this number.

 Chen Yulou and Partridge Shao couldn't help but look at each other.

A hint of understanding flashed across his expression.

 The Tomb of King Xian was built two thousand years ago.

From this point of view, there was a gap of several hundred years, and it was very likely that the barbarians escaped and then multiplied for generations in the dense forest far away from the Insect Valley.

  Eventually three Wa villages were formed: Wulu, Shangjing and Simo.

Although they have lived together outside Zhelong Mountain for generations.

They are also called Wa Village.

 But they don’t actually communicate much with each other.

 Looking at the discontinuity of the past and the disappearance of history, it is reasonable.

 “Dana?”

Sigu hasn’t reacted yet.

  I don’t quite understand why he suddenly asked about this.

Hearing this, Chen Yulou smiled apologetically, then put his thoughts away and said seriously.

 “Does Qiuda know the Diqiang tribe?”

 “Or maybe the Pu tribe?”

 “Di Qiang? Pu tribe?”

Xigu frowned slightly and subconsciously fell into thinking. After a moment of silence, he still shook his head.

 “What about hope?”

"see?!"

 It’s completely different from before.

The moment he heard this word, Xigu's eyes suddenly lit up.

 “I hope to be the ancestor of Wa, of course I know this.”

Hearing this, Chen Yulou immediately understood.

He has read the information before, and based on the archeology and cultural inheritance of later generations, there have always been two theories about the origin of the Wa people.

 One is derived from the ancient Di Qiang tribe. The Di Qiang were divided into Ailao tribe, and Ailao tribe was the Pu tribe.

 Even the ancient Ailao Kingdom was established in the pre-Qin period.

 The second one is that it originated from Wangman. It is recorded in ancient books that the ancestors of Jingpo were Puman and the ancestors of the Wa people were Wangman.

 As for the Wa nationality’s creation epic “Sigangli”, it is recorded that the ancestors of the Wa nationality came out of Sigangli.

These rumors have too strong a mythical flavor after all.

but.

 Nowadays, we can get a glimpse of it from the ancient Western language.

The Yi people who lived in Zhelong Mountain at that time should be Wangman, the ancestors of the Wa people.

It's just that after King Xian arrived, he launched a war, hunted and killed Wangman as a slave, and built a Tiangong tomb for him.

 A small number of them hid in the mountains.

 Hundreds of years have passed.

 Several villages were gradually formed.

 But the history about that era gradually disappeared, and we only know that they were the queens of Wangman.

Took a deep breath.

 Chen Yulou put away his mind.

 Looking at the two old men in front of him.

 Simply describe what I saw in Chonggu.

 “Feathers, horns!”

 Him keenly caught the two words in his words.

Sigu, who was standing in front of him, lowered his head and lowered his eyes, started to tremble unconsciously.

 The long whiskers on his lower jaw are trembling.

 “Can’t be wrong.”

Xigu murmured in a low voice.

 After saying that, under the astonished eyes of several people, he walked straight up the wooden stairs to the second floor.

Looking at his weird behavior.

Even Tog is confused.

Although he is the clan leader of the village, the division of labor between the two is obvious, and they don't care about these things on weekdays.

 So, even he didn’t know what Xigu was going to do.

　　咚咚咚—

 Until there was another sound of footsteps on the wooden ladder.

 The three of them came back to their senses.

 They all looked over.

I saw Xigu holding a wooden box in both hands with a solemn expression on his face. Toge tried to move forward, but he stopped him with his eyes, as if what was hidden inside was something more important than his life.

 “Dana, look.”

 “Is it them?”

 Wait until you get close to the coffee table.

 Tog has put away the sketch.

Xigu opened the wooden box gently.

With the flickering firelight behind him, Chen Yulou looked subconsciously.

 In the box, there are three feathers and a red robe. As for the horns, I didn’t see them.

Hand carefully picked up a feather and handed it to Chen Yulou.

Those feathers should be those of some kind of raptor.

 White and black.

 It’s just that it has been stored for too long, and it has long lost its luster.

Chen Yulou took one look and was almost able to confirm.

It is exactly the same as the ones on the heads of the ancestors of the Zhelongshan Yi people who crossed the lake by boat and hunted toads to feed undead insects in the ancient stone carvings on the altar.

but.

 What surprised him even more.

 Instead, it was the neatly folded red robe under the box.

 The style is ancient.

 It is completely different from what women in Maluzhai wear.

but…

 If I remember correctly.

In the back hall of Lingyun Palace, the robes worn by the female ghost hidden between the domes are exactly the same.

 “Brother Chen, this...?”

Partridge Whistle obviously recognized it.

 That female ghost in red caused a lot of fear to them that day.

 It was Luofu who took action.

 A phoenix fire burned it to ashes.

 “Qiuda, what is this?”

 Chen Yulou had some guesses in his mind.

 But on this matter, if he talks too much, he will be wrong. With his character, he will naturally not mess up.

 “Qi Ai Gui Yi.”

“Those of us who serve ghosts are called Moba by men and Qiai by women.”

“This is the clothes Qi Ai Fang ghosts wear when offering sacrifices.”

 Sure enough.

 Listen to Xigu’s explanation.

The last doubt in Chen Yulou's mind was completely sorted out.

 At that time they were still strange.

Lingyun Palace, Huixian Palace, and other immortal caves, why does a sinister ghost appear?

Now that I think about it, she is the Qi Ai of the Zhelong Mountain Ancestor Tribe.

 Trapped his soul in the temple.

 Essentially, the method is exactly the same as hiding a wooden box in the body of an undead insect wearing dragon scale demon armor and engraved with soul-killing talismans.

 What you are doing is the method of being tired of winning!

It's just that the former is to suppress the fate of the barbarians, while the latter is to cut off the power of the mountain god.

 Looking at the two white-haired old men in front of him, but full of expectation.

 Chen Yulou hesitated.

 In the end, the truth was concealed.

This past event is just a passing incident for them, but for Maluzhai, it is a pain soaked in blood and fire.

 Since those ancestors escaped from Worm Valley.

 This matter was not passed down.

Perhaps, it was not that it was cut off, but that they felt desperate when faced with the extremely powerful King Xian, so they did it deliberately, thinking of leaving some blood for the tribe.

 As for three days later.

 The miasma of insects, grains and poisons disappears.

Even if they entered the valley, they would only see the ancient temple from two thousand years ago.

 Undead insects, the female corpse in the lake, and the suppressed mountain ghost.

 They should not be able to see it.

"Two Danas, you are very tired from traveling all the way, and you have to work hard to answer questions for me, an old man."

 “That’s it for today, how about going to drink first and then rest?”

 Seeing him silent.

 Sigu thought they were tired.

 Put away the feathers immediately.

He motioned to Tog next to him, and the two stood up and said seriously.

Hearing this, Chen Yulou subconsciously wanted to explain, but after opening his mouth, he swallowed the words that reached his lips and agreed.

Waiting for a group of four people.

　　walking out of the thatched cottage.

Walking through the dense Long Mo Ye, Xigu seemed to have remembered something.

 Suddenly stopped.

He pointed to the depths of the dense forest, between two ancient trees.

Chen Yulou subconsciously looked up and saw an ancient stone platform standing in the dim fog, with an extremely exaggerated horn clearly enshrined on it.

 It is one or two meters long.

It is somewhat similar to the horned helmet worn by the Yi leader in the stone carvings.

“Those are the horns that our ancestors in Maluzhai took off when they offered sacrifices to heaven.”

Xi Gu explained calmly.

 Just a few simple words, but there is a barbaric and ancient feeling rushing towards you.

 Headhunting, cattle plagiarism.

 These are unique to the Wa people.

 Especially the former, it is extremely bloody, which can be seen from the hanging heads around.

 So, even veterans like them felt a little uncomfortable when they saw that scene.

“Qiuda, aren’t you curious as to why our group traveled thousands of miles to Zhelong Mountain?”

 Looking away from the amazing horns.

 Chen Yulou suddenly made a shocking statement.

　　The partridge whistle beside him was so frightened that he pursed his lips and his eyes were full of astonishment and disbelief.

 Fighting backwards is, after all, a shady thing.

 Their trip was also done in secret.

As long as they leave, no one will know what they have done.

 So he didn’t understand why Chen Yulou couldn’t hold on at the last step. This was not his character at all.

 He was still hesitating.

Xigu shook his head and smiled.

 “Haha, I already knew it, why should I be curious?”

 This time it was even more shocking.

Partridge Whistle couldn’t help but feel his heart pounding.

 His eyes moved back and forth between Xigu and Chen Yulou.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from Qiuda. However, Chen definitely didn't hide it deliberately. He was just worried about conflict due to customs."

 Different from his panic.

 Chen Yulou became calmer after hearing these words.

 He had already guessed that Western ancient times were not simple.

Now it seems that their group may have been spotted by Xi Gu from the moment they stepped into Malu Village.

Think about it too.

 A demon that releases ghosts for sacrifice, performs divination and chants sutras, and can communicate with ghosts and gods.

How could you not notice the smell on their bodies?

 Chen Yulou and the others are fine.

  After all, he is a practitioner.

 After washing the marrow and cutting the bones several times, the dead air in the tomb and the corpse air in the coffin are no longer attached to the body.

 But those ordinary guys are far from enough.

 Therefore, those who work in their profession are from one of the four sects of Mojin Xiling. They are smoked with herbal medicine or soaked in secret medicine, and are no different from ordinary people.

 But the people at the bottom of the world always have a smell of death about them.

 Lingering.

 You can tell it apart in a crowd of people.

 Therefore, in many places they are called earth mice and local masters.

 It is not completely unreasonable.

 “Dana is too worried.”

“How can there be so many rules in Maluzhai?”

 Sigu shook his head.

He had indeed made some guesses, but because of his status as a grandpa's descendant, his farming methods, and the great favor of the Immortal Grass, he kept it all in his heart.

did not expect.

This young man is so magnanimous.

　Now I propose it on my own.

On the contrary, the slight barrier disappeared in an instant.

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 Listen to the conversation between the two.

 The atmosphere did not become as stiff as I imagined.

Partridge Whistle couldn’t help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

 While speaking.

　　A group of people walked out of the dense forest.

From a distance, I heard a mountain call coming from the village.

 Look up.

Two figures are competing in the open space outside the ancestral temple.

 On one side is Uro.

 The other person is an old foreigner.

The two of them were holding bows and arrows in their hands, with serious expressions on their faces, clearly showing off their archery skills.

 There were figures standing all around, all of them excited.

 “Looks like the timing is good.”

 “There’s still a lot of fun to be seen.”

 (End of this chapter)