Chapter 27 Witchcraft Results

Xiaoqiong realized from the old man's words that this matter is a little unusual. Normally, no matter how confused the old man is, it will not be like this. Maybe when she says such a thing, she vaguely feels that this can never be empty and mysterious, and the details are not clear. She can't help but ask carefully and test, "Dad, what did you just now? What kind of fox fairy are you talking about? I can't understand a word. Is there a fox fairy in this deep mountain?"

The old man looked at her and said with a smile, "Girl, you're from other places. You just don't understand it. Come into the room quickly--are you tired?"

Seeing that Xiaoqiong saw that he was changing quickly, she couldn't figure it out for a moment. Seeing that he was still enthusiastic and didn't think deeply, she stepped in with one foot. The old man was about to close the door when he suddenly saw another big black man, fierce. He was stretching out a pair of fluffy hands to push the door. He was so scared that he fell to the ground and shouted incoherently, "You- ---You, mountain ghost----, monster?"

Xiaoqiong heard it in her heart. Why did the old man see his husband as a monster? It was really annoying. However, there was nothing he could do. He had to quickly help the old man up and said, "Dad, don't be afraid. He is not a monster. He is my husband. He came to walk the mountain together and passed by here. It's too hot. Come in and ask for water!"

The old man came to his senses and said, "You are together? What kind of husband?"

Seeing that his ears were a little behind his back, Xiaoqiong simply explained, "Oh, Dad, it means a companion. He is a good person. Don't be afraid!"

The old man patted his chest and said in surprise, "Just now, I was scared to death. You are so beautiful and ugly. It's really strange!"

Hearing this, Xiaoqiong was a little unhappy. She thought that my Erhei was ugly. Although his appearance was ordinary, he was very powerful and good for me. He was not ugly at all. However, after listening to Xiaoqiong's explanation, although the old man looked much calmer than before, he still did not dare to look at Erhei. The eyes are always dodging, and Xiaoqiong has no choice but to look at the yard. There is a small cave in the corner of the yard.

Outside the cave, there are still many jars, bowls, earthenware bowls, etc. that have been fired. Some of them have some simple patterns on them, and some of them are not on them. They are the same color as those earthenware jars at home in the cave. I secretly guessed that those jars at home may be taken back from the old man. There are also many baskets, baskets, dustpans and other utensils made of bamboo on the clay pot.

In the center of the yard, there is also a circle of bluestone bricks. It looks like a well, but it is crushed by a big stone, extending many circles. There is also a tall lily tree next to it. There are small fruits on the tree, and small pieces of leaves cover the hot sun coming down from above. Xiaoqiong can't help moving her feet. Under the tree, I suddenly felt very cool.

There are several regular dishes planted in the other corner of the yard, but they all look dry and have no energy. The soil on the ground is dry and hard, and it is full of weeds. Obviously, it has not been watered for a long time. Fortunately, there is a walnut tree next to it, and the tree has also bear fruit, covering part of the sun. In addition, Xiaoqiong didn't see anything else in the yard.

Xiaoqiong finished looking at the yard and looked at the room again. There were three rooms in the front and two on the side. There were a small bundle of wormwood and wild changpu hanging at the door. Xiaoqiong secretly calculated in her heart. It was almost the Dragon Boat Festival. There were two steps in front of the room, which were piled up with bluestone slabs, and there were On a platform, the floor of the platform looks a little pitted, and there are some exquisite small baskets, baskets, etc. hanging on the wall. Xiaoqiong guessed that this family may not only make pottery, but also make some practical bamboo utensils.

The old man led the way in front and led Xiaoqiong and Erhei to the main room. Xiaoqiong looked at the main room. There were several chairs and a broken table. There were several exquisite small pottery cups and an exquisite pottery shell on the table. There were many handicrafts hanging on the wall, including bamboo hats, bamboo fans, and wooden masks. Wait for some small fragments--.

Xiaoqiong couldn't help asking, "Dad, did you make all this by yourself?"

As he gave up his seat, the old man said, "Well, it's not done well, it makes the girl laugh!"

Xiaoqiong looked at these handicrafts on the wall and couldn't help praising, "Dad, what you have done is really good. I haven't seen many of them. They are very artistically talented!"

The old man smiled so much that he narrowed his eyes, and his beard trembled and said, "Girl, I'm kidding. I've never been out of this mountain in my life, and I don't know what art is--Fu. If you like it, just pick some and take away!"

Xiaoqiong heard the old man say this. Isn't the old man a little confused? How can he easily give away the things he has worked so hard to make up? He can't help but remind him, "Dad, I can't take your things casually? This doesn't become a bandit. Besides, your family won't blame you when you come back. ? ".

The old man said bitterly, "Girl, I don't have any other family. I'm the only one from my youth to now. Sometimes no one will come in for a few months. It's a great blessing for my old man to have such a fairy today!"

As soon as Xiaoqiong heard this, it turned out that the old man was such a lonely, childless person, and there was some sympathy in his heart. After the old man poured a glass of water from the earthenware pot, he "tickled" in the mouth of the pot, shook it twice, and poured water out of the shell again. He said shyly, "Sorry, I'm flat here. There was no one to come. I was not ready to come. I'm going to fight!" After saying that, he picked up the pot and was about to walk out with a limping.

Xiaoqiong asked instinctively, "Dad, where are you going to fg water?"

The old man stopped and said, "Go to the village!"

Xiaoqiong asked strangely, "In the village, I seem to see a well at your door?"

The old man sighed and said as if recalling, "The girl doesn't know anything about it. The well was knocked down when my father was alive. The water that came out was clear and leisurely. It was not hot in summer and not cold in winter, which attracted all the villages to fg water here, and asked my father to help them drill the well. But later, I don't know why, my Not only was her foot lame, but she was also very ill. She almost died. My father burned incense and invited the village god in the stockade to have a look. She said it was the problem of this well.

If you drink the water in this well, you will get the disease--- and if you drink it, you will have to cut off your children and grandchildren. My father is angry and wants to fill the well, or my mother and I begged left and right. My father asked the people in the village to get a big stone to block the mouth of the well, and then No one mentioned the matter of drilling the well!"

Xiaoqiong heard what the old man said. It turned out that this well was such a thing. She was faintly shocked that the mouth of Dad's house might be related to the Shenzhai in the stockade. Maybe it was also related to her current mother-in-law. She quickly helped her father sit down and said, "Dad, we still have some water now, and we will come out to drink it when we are thirsty. Yes, you sit down first and have a conversation with us!" After a pause, he thought of something and asked, "Dad, is the village god in your village a woman?"

The old man nodded and said, "That's what the girl said!"

Xiaoqiong asked again, "Is the village god the descendant of the woman painted next to the village?"

The old man replied in surprise, "Does the girl even know this?"

Xiaoqiong casually replied, "I guess, Dad, do the people in your stockade believe everything you say?"

The old man said, "Believe it or not. It has been passed down from generation to generation for so many years. No one has ever doubted it. They are used to listening to her!"

Xiaoqiong asked again, "Dad, the village gods in your village are all hereditary, from generation to generation?"

The old man replied, "Isn't that so? Up to now, there have been more than 400 generations. Each generation of Zhai God is very similar to the ancestral god in the Zhaifang, which makes people indistinguish her from each other. They regard her as a god!"

After hearing this, Xiaoqiong secretly felt a little strange. How could each generation be very similar? There is some relationship between heredity, but this is too magical. Are they the result of using witchcraft? But at present, there is no better explanation except for this explanation. She can't help opening her mouth and saying, "Dad, now Is there a continuation of the village god?"

The old man shook his head and said, "Alas, the current one - I can't find anything similar to the village god in Shifang -. Some bold young people in the stockade privately talk about the daughter of the village god may not be her own, and I don't know what the previous generation has done, but there is no successor. In this generation, I'm afraid there must be a variable in the village, which can't suppress the village atmosphere!"

Xiaoqiong was a little flustered when she heard this. Lou Ni did not look like a goddess at all, but on second thought, Lou Ni may not be her own -- and she couldn't help asking, "Dad, it doesn't look like it. What's the point?"

The old man sighed and said, "The girl doesn't know something. It is said that the heir of this Yi witch family must be a blood relative to continue. At least it should be a little similar to the witch in Shifang. This is the god in the heart of our Yi people!"

Xiaoqiong was shocked to hear this, answered randomly, and asked, "Dad, when your family filled this well, was the current Zhai god born?"

When the old man heard Xiaoqiong's question, his eyes softened. He replied with a fascinated face, "How long have she been born? How many years younger than me? When she was young, she was a great beauty in the village, just like the Yi witch in the village. Wherever she went, she could attract a group of birds. The young men in the stockade were all Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I look forward to seeing her and win her favor. I can temporarily move into her room and give birth to a daughter with her, and I can become a new generation of village god!"