Division Director's Secret

The old man still sat motionless, his eyes seemed to be closed or opened, and the crutch held in both hands was stuck in front of his bent knees. His eyes were half downcast, and his gray beard was dragging on the ground. If it wasn't too human-like The appearance and the clear wrinkles on the face and palms look like a stone pier from a distance.

However, the ancient and desolate feeling on it makes people unable to help feeling awe.

"Please." The little spirit knelt down in mid-air to Shi Zisong and the others. "I've got the clothes ready in the wing over there, and I'll show you right away."

Going around the dilapidated house, I came to a side room that looked like it was being cleaned, opened the door, and several clothes were neatly placed on the mat.

"You two go out first." Shi Yayan picked up the dancer's clothes, pointed at Shi Ziqing and Shi Zisong and said.

"Hey? Do I want to go out too?" Shi Ziqing pointed at himself.

Seeing that Shi Yayan obviously didn't want to say it again, her dark eyes turned to herself, Shi Ziqing unnaturally and slowly turned her head to the side to avoid the sight of the elder sister of Shi's family.

After waiting outside with my elder brother for about 15 minutes, I saw the sisters from Shijia opened the door and came out.

It is very traditional and fits the kind of Hanfu worn by witches. There is a mask of the same color on the white Hanfu, and the long hair is tied with a scarlet headband.

About half an hour later, the four of them had changed into their costumes. Compared with the masks worn by the Shi family sisters, the Shi family brothers and sisters were only wearing pure white Hanfu. They were facing the direction of the old man sitting upright below. After setting up the position on the sacrificial altar, considering that the effect of the two instruments may not be able to reach the old man's ears well, Shi Zisong simply drew a spell on the talisman to amplify the sound effect.After nodding to each other, Shi Ziqing played first.

A dancer on the sacrificial altar stepped in slowly, stepped on the tiptoes in accordance with the rhythm of the movement, and left after a while, slowly out of tune and spun around the altar twice, and suddenly opened his arms like flying wing.Suddenly the sound of the xun sounded, and the dancer bounced up like a frightened bird. He fell to the ground with his knees, raised his hands sincerely, knelt down and slowly straightened up.The clear sound of the pipa and the slightly ancient rhyme of the Xun form a harmony, and another dancer steps into the suddenly aggravated rhythm. The dance steps are full of tension, and the sleeves swinging suddenly seem to blow the wind around her.

At the beginning of the sacrificial dance, there were more and more spirits and monsters around, and they surrounded the surroundings quietly.The leaves made rustling sounds, the slight sound of the wind blew past the ears leisurely, and the green energy began to rise slowly on the sacrificial platform.

The old man sitting under the stage raised his eyes slightly.

Memories are like rags pulled apart and spliced ​​together. As the music plays slowly, it seems to see the fragments left in the memory.

'Hey, who are you? 'A voice rang in the ear, the immature child's voice, so soft that it couldn't help but think of the monster cub that was born in the forest not long ago.

can you see me

'Yes, you always appear in the temple at this time of year, but none of the brothers and sisters can see you. The master said that I have high spiritual power and good understanding, so I can see you.Are you a spirit like the spirits in this mountain? '

me?I am not a ghost.

'Oh, is that a monster?But it's strange, your spiritual power fluctuations are different from other monsters. ’ The child in a small gown looked at it with his head tilted and braided. 'And it looks like an old man, and it looks different from the monsters in the forest. 'The little girl has a pair of beautiful eyes, bright. 'My name is Xiaomu, what's your name? '

I don't have a name.

'Oh, then what shall I call you from now on? 'The little girl tilted her head.

People like to call me Mountain God.

'Grandpa Mountain God, will you come tomorrow? '

Yes, I will be there for these three days of sacrifice every year.

'Will you come after the sacrifice? '

Maybe.

'Then we pull the hook. ' The little girl looked at it excitedly.

. . . . . .good.

The annual ring of time is year after year, it will sit here when offering sacrifices, come here occasionally, and come when there is time.It seems that because only she can see spirits and monsters, she became a freak among the newcomers.The little girl likes to talk to it about what she thinks and sees, and it listens. This feeling of being seen is actually not bad for it.

People no longer believe that there are gods in the world, and begin to ignore the spirits and monsters that obviously exist besides them, and subconsciously pretend not to see them until their own "belief" comes true.Really no longer see those lives that existed.

The spirits and little monsters in the forest like to get close to this little girl named Xiaomu. It seems that her existence is like a light to these lives living in darkness, illuminating the abandoned corners of the world.

She was the first and last human to acknowledge their existence.

The old man who was worshiped by Yin Cheng in the village died, and the young people began to yearn for the outside world, no longer expecting and even less believing that there are gods on the mountain to protect them.The number of worshipers decreased, and the number of people in the temple also decreased. Slowly, the only people who could dance the sacrificial dance were her senior sister and master, except for the little girl.

'Grandpa Mountain God, how long have you existed? 'The little girl who has grown taller but still likes braids looked at it suspiciously.

This, in fact, I don't know, it's just that when it existed, there were no human beings here.

'Wow, isn't there three 400 years? '

maybe.

'Then will you live long? '

No, at the end of my life, I will feel it.

'Then, if you passed away, wouldn't there be no mountain gods in the mountains? '

There will be.only.

'Just what? '

It's just that maybe it won't be called a mountain god at that time.

'Why? '

It didn't answer, just sat there squinting and looking at the sky, the little girl watched beside it, and then gradually fell asleep lying on the grass.It smiled and looked at the little elves and monsters surrounding the little girl.

It has no name and does not know how long it has existed. Humans like to call it the mountain god.

It is born because of the mountain, and it dies because of the mountain, life and death, no reincarnation.

Human beings are really strange beings, sometimes they can't help thinking.

Can create words, and can record the needed memories in words. Such a fragile but short life will always do things that make it amazing.

People were afraid of it at the beginning, then they were in awe of it, and then they chose to forget it.

Although the little girl named Xiaomu was not the first one to see it, she was the first one willing to get close to it.It can no longer remember what the first human being who saw it and wished for shelter looked like.

The promise it keeps to protect human beings may be really boring at first, but after watching the growth of human beings, it will also have the feeling of protecting human beings, which is not bad.

The little girl will chat with it and speak innocent and romantic words, innocent and warm, which makes it seem to feel bright.

Not only does it like to watch the little girl and the little girl's brothers and sisters dance for sacrifices on the day of the sacrifice every year, but also spirits and monsters.

The silent mountain forest will always be lively because of the existence of the sacrificial dance. The sacrifice for human beings is not a kind of lively festival for them.

There were fewer and fewer monks in the temple, and finally there were no one who played musical instruments.However, the little girl who has grown into a young girl still dances in the annual sacrifice under the sound of the only remaining pipa.

Until the sound of the pipa stopped, the little girl's master passed away, and the senior sister left.

The little girl was the only one left in the temple that began to decline.

'Grandpa Mountain God, I'm going out to find my senior sister. 'It was raining heavily that day, and the little girl stood in front of it, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Will you come back?

'Yes, the senior sister will come back with me at that time. '

oh. . . . . .How long will that be?

It wanted to put an enchantment on the little girl that would protect the other party, but because its ability came from the mountain, once the little girl left, the enchantment attached to the little girl would disappear.

Unless it follows the little girl, the power will naturally not disappear.

But it can't leave here.

This piece of land is where its 'samsara' is located. The rules given to it by heaven and earth start here and end here, and they cannot break free.

'I will definitely come back for the sacrifice at this time next year. ' promised the little girl who has transformed into a girl.

It watched the girl go away, disappearing into the rain, like the end of a life, and walked out of this world.

Year after year, the flower blooms and withers, it waits year after year, and every year when it comes to the day of sacrifice, it will sit there and wait for five days.

It created a little monster while waiting, and named it Xiaomu according to the appearance of the little girl when it met the little girl for the first time in its memory.

Then suddenly a hundred years passed.

The little girl still hasn't come back, but the talking little monster always likes to call it the master, and wants to change it to call it the mountain god grandpa, but the other party keeps shaking his head. After a lot of effort, the other party finally nods and calls it this way, but Only in private.

Until some time ago, it finally felt that its life was about to die, and then left its own enchantment. In order to avoid the turbulent energy loss that would harm 'Xiaomu' when its life fell, it blocked the other party's connection and came to God alone. temple.

It must have lived too long, it began to recall, it would think of the lively scene in the temple where humans gathered many years ago, and it would think of the little girl standing in front of it with a smile.

It knows that life will die eventually, but it still has an expectation—hope to watch another sacrificial dance before life dies.

It really existed and was remembered.

The sacrificial dance began to come to an end, and the memory fragments of the past overlapped with the present world.It seemed to see the little girl wearing a mask and stepping on the dance steps again, and stood in front of it with a smile after the end.

'Grandpa Mountain God, do I dance well? '

It looks good, how could it not look good.

It opened its eyes and looked at Shi Qingxuan and the others with a kind smile on its wrinkled face.

【thanks. 】

I don't know the beginning of life, I don't know the end of life.

My fate arises because of conditions and dies due to conditions.

But I am so grateful for everything that can appear in my life.

Thank you for ever appearing in my memory.