The eight men and women who were responsible for lighting the fire "putong" knelt down, stretched out their hands, crouched around the fire, and muttered in silence, as if they were worshipping or reciting some scriptures.
Others in the village lowered their heads, put their hands together, and walked slowly in a circle outside. Lu Wenjuan was also among them, but she was not too serious. After walking a few steps, she couldn't help but glance at Wen Shi and Xie Wen.
There is an old lady who is nearly 100 years old and holds a special position among the villagers - leading the cry. After walking around, she opened her toothless mouth, wow wow began to howl, and the others immediately followed the rhythm.
Men, women and children, high and low whimpering mixed together, against the backdrop of the barren mountains and villages and the gray and white smoke, it was a bit like the cry of all ghosts.
When I heard it, I was in a trance for a moment, as if I was back when I was a teenager who was riddled with nightmares. Every time the dust was scattered, and every time during the process of forcibly washing the soul, I would hear a similar sound.
So the moment he heard the cry, his head started to hurt.
So he was in a terrible mood the whole time, and naturally he had no interest in paying attention to the extra Zhang siblings, nor did he notice the frequent gazes of those two, especially Zhang Yalin.
In the eyes of others, the smell at this time is as cold as ice.
The villagers walked three times and cried for a long time, waiting for the leader to raise the white hemp long flag. As a result, I turned around and looked-
The leader and the village elder Wu scuffled into a ball.
Old Wu grabbed Zhou Xu's wrist and tried to salute him. Although Zhou Xu's figure is a little thin, his hand strength is not small.
I saw him stumbling with his feet and twisting his hands - twisted into a twist with Lao Wu.
"I really can't burn it! Why are you so stubborn?!" Zhou Xu covered his mask tightly, lowered his voice and persuaded earnestly.
Old Wu was strangled so much that his eyes bulged out, but his face was still pale, not red at all: "No, we are a white field here, and people who are not clean will have big troubles here! You must be polite, This is for their own good, and for our own good. I am the village chief, and I have to take responsibility. The rules handed down from generation to generation cannot be broken by me!"
"Does the rules matter or life matters?" Zhou Xu asked.
Old Wu: "Ancestor's rules have to be obeyed."
Zhou Xu: "I'm only 15 years old!"
Neither of them were loud, only they could hear it.
So neither the villagers nor the guests who were about to be burned knew what they were doing. Especially the guests…
Lao Mao hissed and said, "What kind of wicked dance is that?"
Xia Qiao was worried: "Are we going to be burned?"
Zhang Lan picked up his chin when he heard it, and jumped out from the gap between his lips: "Don't just stare at it, what can you see? I think it looks very handsome anyway, nothing else."
Zhang Yalin swept Wen Shi up and down for several rounds, and finally landed on his hanging fingers, and said in a low voice, "Everyone who learns puppet arts knows, look at his hands, look at his finger bones—"
Zhang Lan followed Zhang Yalin's words, and glanced out from the end of the black long and exaggerated eyeliner, wanting to take a closer look at his fingers.
In the end, he saw Xie Wen tilt his head against the tip of his nose and cough a few times, which just happened to separate them from Wen Shi.
Look at the fart.
Zhang Lan: "I think the finger bones of the sick seedlings are pretty good."
Zhang Yalin: "…"
Xie Wen raised his eyes after coughing, and his light eyes swept over them, his eyelids drooping and lifting, as if he was greeting them with a touch of water.
This is a bit intentional...
Zhang Lan suddenly remembered the truck of pigs, whose face was longer than the melon.
But when Wen, who really made them chase the pigs, didn't even look at them, he just endured a headache and said impatiently and coldly, "When will this ceremony end."
In short, the scene was very fragmented for a time, and there was no solemnity that Da Mu should have.
…until a dull thunder suddenly rolled from the horizon.
That is the most common thunder in summer, which can be heard almost every day during the rainy season. But the group of villagers suddenly froze and glanced over their heads.
Even the men and women lying on the ground couldn't help raising their heads, the panic on their faces was very obvious.
The village elder Wu suddenly became anxious, a carp hit hard, almost restrained Zhou Xu, and muttered: "I'm urging, I'm urging, the mountain god is not happy. We have to hurry, or the rain will come. ."
He repeated, "The rain is coming," as if it were a terrible thing to rain.
Zhou Xu was stuck so blushing that his neck was thick, and he was stuffed under the mask and almost passed out.
Then he was pulled by Old Wu and forcibly raised the long linen flag.
"Rite—" Lao Wu shouted for him.
This may not be in line with the rules, and the villagers hesitated for a moment.
But soon, another muffled thunder came over. The villagers who were still hesitating just now suddenly boiled, like dripping water into boiling oil.
They rushed towards several guests one after another, and countless pale hands stretched out long and straight, trying to push them into the fire.
The villagers are of all ages, men and women, but each one is more powerful.
When they pushed over, there were still tears in their eyes, and they all looked like ordinary people, and there were a few old men and women in the lead.
Perhaps thinking of the empty city in the dream where the blood was flowing, the puppet line was thrown out when he heard it, and he grabbed it with his backhand before hitting them.
So the puppet line was drawn in the air like a long whip, making a "pop" sound.
The villagers thought that Lei was coming again, and they all flinched when they heard the sound.
This time, the fear was completely exposed.
"They are afraid of thunder and rain!" Zhou Xu took advantage of Lao Wu's frightened sound, broke free, took off his mask and rushed to hear them shouting.
"Did you hear? They are afraid of rain! They are afraid of rain!!!" Zhou Xu shouted hoarsely over Wu Yangyang's head.
"It seems to be Zhou Xu?" Xia Qiao recognized the voice, and just as he was about to repeat it to his brother, he was clamped by a few villagers, and he turned his head and was about to throw it into the sea of fire.
Fortunately, I not only heard it when I heard it, but also made a move before hearing it - since people in a village are somehow afraid of thunder and rain, let's make some noise.
He hooked and pulled with his long fingers, and the entangled puppet line was thrown straight to the horizon.
The snake can break through the sea as well as through the cloud. Wen Shi's original intention was to let his puppet go around the sky and gather some rain clouds. It doesn't need to be loud, as long as there is a sound of thunder, let the villagers disperse first.
It's a pity that it's a coincidence that he's not the only one who thinks so—
Zhang Lan conditioned reflex and threw eight talisman papers, corresponding to eight directions, and also wanted to use lightning to scare people.
Zhang Yalin also wrapped a puppet thread, and released a giant beast with a white forehead and eyes that looked like a tiger but not a tiger.
…
So at the same instant, the sky will meet!
A gigantic long shadow descended from the cloud, with ten thousand force, a few twists and turns, then gathered thousands of rain clouds together, like a huge vortex, galloping.
The gust of wind swept across the four directions, and as far as the eyes could see, all the trees bent down heavily with the whistling sound, and most of the roots of the twisted and intertwined trees were uprooted.
And the white-fronted giant beast leaped down from the sky, and sat on the edge of the forest like a mountain. The beast's mouth was open, and its inestimable suction was able to swallow everything on the ground.
Those rushing rain clouds are also circling and tumbling under the force of these parties.
In the blink of an eye, the whole surroundings darkened.
As the clouds collided, the bright lightning was like an upside-down giant tree, slashing straight down from the sky!
The black giant python circled the electric light and walked through the clouds in a knot.
The sound of thunder followed closely between the sky and the earth.
That posture, it is not an exaggeration to say that the sky will be broken.
Zhou Xu, who was hoarse, no longer screamed, he silently raised his head, looked at the overwhelming momentum, and said in his heart, "It's not necessary..."
It's just to scare the villagers, I didn't let you go over the mountains and open up the sea...
The villagers on the ground had already knelt down, and their souls were gone. They panicked and fled in all directions, like a hornet's nest had been stabbed in the opposite direction.
Not to mention these villagers, even Xiaqiao was stunned.
The firewood was blown all over the floor, and the flames burned through his sleeve, and he didn't react immediately.
It was still a gentle tug, letting go of the fire, and he realized that his arm was aching and red.
He turned his head to see who was pulling him, but found that there was no one around who could reach him. He subconsciously thought that his brother had thrown the puppet line, but he didn't see any trace of the line.
On the contrary, Xie Wen glanced at him, then looked up at the sky.
Xia Qiao followed his gaze and saw the black python of Wen Shi, passing through the clouds under the nine sky, with a faint layer of red all over his body, as if fire was about to flow out.
Xie Wen squinted in the wind, then lowered his head and glanced around the ground. He didn't know what to think, and moved his fingers hanging by his side.
It was at this moment that he turned his head to look at him.
"What are you looking at?" Wen Shi followed his gaze and looked towards the ground.
I don’t know how many times I’ve hosted a big bath here, and how many firewood I’ve burned here. It’s a wasteland, and some of the only grass and trees were uprooted in the howling wind, and I don’t know where to fly.
Xie Wen swept the place, except for flying sand and gravel, there was nothing else. I can't even see a problem when I smell it.
His questioning expression was obvious, Xie Wen raised his eyes to look at him, then glanced at the ground, and then retracted his gaze, and his curved fingers also relaxed down.
At that moment, Xie Wen closed his eyes.
When he smelled it, he felt something was wrong, but when he opened his eyes, his expression had returned to normal. When he rushed to smell it, he smiled and said, "I saw it wrong."
"What's wrong?" Wen Shi glanced at the ground again - in such a barren place, there was obviously nothing that could be misunderstood.
"It's nothing." The sky was darkened by the dark clouds, and Xie Wen's expression was hard to see. When he finished speaking, he bent his eyes, and there was a vague smile in his eyes: "Don't go to the bottom of things like this, save me some face."
Wen Shi looked into his eyes, and was about to speak again, when there was another burst of thunder on the cloud, and then heavy rain poured down.
The village was filled with panicked screams, as if it wasn't rain, but kitchen knives.
Lu Wenjuan hurried over, dragged Xia Qiao and Zhou Xu, and shouted at the others, "Don't be stunned! It's raining, you can't stay outside, hurry home with me!"
"What do you mean? Why can't you stay?" Xia Qiao was almost pulled over by her.
Lu Wenjuan turned her head like a water ghost and asked faintly, "Did you know that when it rains in the mountains, things grow very fast?"
"what?"
"you guess?"