Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Dabao's eyes fell on the outside of the ancestral hall. There was an eight-person table with three old men sitting around it. One of them was sitting on the left. He looked a bit like Jiang Jinsong. He should be his uncle Jiang Pingtai.

Dabao glanced around and found that everyone looked serious and nervous, except for these three old men who looked relaxed, drinking tea and chatting casually in low voices.

The drums started to sound continuously, and the altar was set up to welcome the gods. The god did not wear a mask, but his face was covered with a thick layer of powder. It was too thick, and his face, which was as thin as a knife, became fatter. It would fall apart in the blink of an eye.

The second god beat the drum dong dong, and the big god began to circle around the patient. The second god used sheep's hooves to beat the King Wen drum, twisted his waist and hips, and the bells rang.

"Pick up King Wen's drum in your left hand and the god-chasing whip in your right hand. Say drum first and then whip. Hit it once and it will shake three times. One dot for fox, two dots for yellow, three dots for python, four dots for long, five dots for dead wronged souls to climb onto the beams of the house. The old immortal is coming... " The two gods sang and danced, and the great god kept spinning in circles.

Suddenly a strong wind blew into the ancestral hall, and the god shivered all over and sat down on a chair.

The second god shouted, "Don't say anything, the immortal is here."

Now everyone was afraid to speak, for fear of offending the immortal.

The great god picked up the pipe and the second god quickly lit it. The great god took a puff and then picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one gulp. He didn't care if his hands were clean or not, and he grabbed the roast chicken and started to eat it.

The ancestral hall was packed with people inside and outside. Even the children's mouths were covered for fear that any sound would alarm the immortal.

In the blink of an eye, a chicken, a big pork elbow and two pots of wine were all eaten. The god wiped his mouth, crossed his legs, and started smoking.

The two gods bowed and nodded, speaking in a pretentious tone: "Excuse me, Great Immortal, which mountain or prefecture are you from? Are you passing by? Or did you come here on purpose?"

The great god had a blank expression on his face, chain-smoking, and spoke in a low voice, "I am the Wong Tai Sin of Crouching Tiger Ridge. Why did you invite me here?"

The people watching the excitement nearby were excited. "Wong Tai Sin?" Huang Pizi, this is a great immortal second only to the fox fairy. His abilities are really great.

The second god continued, "Excuse me, Great Immortal, I wonder what kind of evil spirit has befallen this believer, Wang. Please help her."

The great god narrowed his eyes and looked at the crazy woman sitting in the middle: "She is not possessed by evil spirits, but has encountered a ghost. She is seeking death herself and cannot blame others."

When the villagers heard this, they didn't dare to make any noise, and the ancestral hall became very quiet.

"Excuse me, great immortal, what should I do if I encounter a ghost? Is it a disease? Or is it a spirit that has left me?"

The great god took another slow puff of his cigarette. "It's not that simple. The underworld has issued an order these days that if ghost soldiers want to pass through, they must not be stopped. Originally, monsters have their own ways, and ghosts have their own ways. We can ignore them if we don't interfere with each other. However, these ghost soldiers are no different from lonely ghosts. If we delay and disobey the orders of the King of Hell, we will be punished. Even we have to give way. This ghost person didn't know the seriousness of the matter. She bumped into the ghost soldiers, blocked the road, and angered them. I'm afraid that not only she will die, but her blood relatives will also be punished..."

Ah, everyone was terrified. It turned out that these old ladies were not only possessed by evil spirits, but their parents, children, brothers and sisters would also be implicated?

The second god said cautiously: "Great Immortal, what punishment are you talking about?"

"At the very least, you'll end up like this woman. At the worst, your soul will be shattered."

"What?" The ancestral hall was in an uproar, and several women began to cry and shout.

The great god knocked his pipe against the sole of his shoe and said: "I have eaten, I have drunk, I have told you everything I need to tell you, I am leaving..." After saying that, the great god tilted his neck back, trembled all over, and passed out.

Ershen sat down on the stool, feeling extremely tired.

The village chief came forward and asked, "Second God, is what this immortal said true?"

The second god took off his mask, revealing a pretty girl who looked no older than 20 years old. The girl dressed as Wu Xian'er also came over.

The second god walked to the Eight Immortals Table, placed the mask on the table, and said with a sweet smile to the old man at the main seat: "Dad, do you think what the Great Immortal said is true?"

The old man in the main seat was thin and withered, but his face was very kind, especially his slight smile, which made people feel like being bathed in spring breeze. He did not answer the woman's question.

Instead, Jiang Pingtai replied, "Cui Yu, you are a disciple of the shaman. If you don't believe the immortal's words, how can you invite the immortal to possess you?"

The woman blushed when she heard this. She had just returned from school last year. All the education in school required students not to be superstitious. So even though she had seen many miracles, more than ten years of education still made her half-believing and half-doubting about ghosts and gods.

Another old man waved his hand and said, "Cui Yu has just returned to the mountains, so it's normal for her to have doubts. People down the mountain are promoting the idea of ​​not believing in feudal superstitions. That's because the people in power are afraid that if the people develop faith, they will stop believing in them.

I'm putting this out there: those in power will create a 'god', and this 'god' will dominate the minds of most people."

Dabao nodded repeatedly when he heard this. This old man was very wise. He was right. Since October this year, some people have started to create "gods" in a planned way.

They wanted to deify the great man, requiring every household to learn his quotations. It wasn't until 66 that he was finally deified. By then, almost everyone knew how to recite his quotations. Even after the great storm, people had to start every sentence with a quote from him. If they didn't, they would be sent to a study class.

At this time, Li Zhenfeng had already tied up the horse and came back. He whispered: "These three are the shaman priests who are in charge of the shaman dances and the spirit horses in the entire Northeast.

The one sitting in the middle is Zhuang Qinghe, the one on the left is Jiang Pingtai, the one speaking on the right is Tong Wensheng, the second god is Zhuang Cuiyu, Zhuang Qinghe's youngest daughter, and Wu Xian'er is Jiang Pingtai's daughter, Jiang Siyan..."

Dabao nodded. He knew at a glance that the three shaman priests were composed of civil, military and wisdom. Jiang Pingtai was the military one, so he led the people to resist the invaders.

Dabao believes that this combination must have been passed down for thousands of years, which is why Shamanism has flourished in the Northeast.

At this time, Zhuang Qinghe spoke. The old man's voice was unusually gentle, and there was a feeling of telling a story.

"Some strange things have been happening in the past few days. The pigs, sheep, and chickens that were raised at the foot of the mountain have been dying non-stop. Their deaths are very strange. There are no wounds on their bodies, but all the blood is gone. Only shriveled corpses are left. Everyone says it was done by wild beasts in the mountains, but which beast is a blood-sucking beast?"

After the incident of the livestock being sucked to death by blood, people were very angry.

The livestock raised in this family is the lifeblood of the housewife. She kills them for meat during festivals and holidays, and can also buy a few sets of clothes for her children. The death of this livestock has caused the family members who lost their livestock to cry bitterly.

The old women from Northeast China are tougher than men and they vowed to find out the murderer who killed their livestock. In Taipingtun, more than a dozen old women whose livestock had died got together, went home to get sickles and forks, and two of them even carried out their homemade cannons. A dozen aggressive old women rushed into the mountains. Within two hours of their entry, the people working in the fields at the foot of the mountain heard people shouting and horses neighing, as well as two gunshots, as if a war was going on.

In the end, the only one who escaped was a dazed woman, the one whose spirit had been summoned...