Chapter 1052: Tomb of Tusi King (10)

Yiling's totem blessing sales business was very successful. Not only did Miao Fangfei buy the ten-year version directly, but other people also bought it, which surprised Yiling.

"The White Tiger Blessing you sell, Director Ling, must be real."

Wang Pengpai smiled and complimented: "It's reliable at first glance. You won't lose money or be fooled."

"That's not necessarily true."

Yiling chuckled and said meaningfully: "Maybe this is just a shopping group routine... After all, the family group is completely free. Normally speaking, there should be some income in other aspects."

When he said this, some people on the scene looked unnatural. Yiling must not have said it for no reason. I'm afraid he really heard their conversation in the same way as Wan Xiangchun said!

For a moment, everyone was in danger and was quickly recalling whether they had said anything inappropriate just now - whether they had said bad things about Yiling and Baishan Sect. Wan Xiangchun's face was serious, Yu Hehui smiled bitterly, put down the chopsticks in his hand and said softly: "I'm really sorry, what I said just now offended Lingdao."

He said before that the guide was like a monster in the mountains. Although it was a normal tone and just a guess, there was no sense of vigilance or disgust, but a normal person would be a little angry if he was said to be like a monster. And... everyone was looking at the huge, faintly glowing, earthworm-like strange insect at Yi Ling's feet.

It was thicker than a bucket, and most of its body was hidden in the darkness outside the main room. It was unknown how long it was. The skin looked very hard and rough, with circles of scar-like patterns, expanding and contracting like breathing every moment, making people dizzy and nauseous.

The front half of the body of the strange insect was raised beside Lingdao, easily reaching the height of his chest. The earthworm-like yellowish ‘head’ was covered with tentacles with bared teeth and claws. Miao Fangfei’s snake, which looked dangerous before, was like a helpless spicy strip. It was swallowed by the bloody mouth of the monster insect, and the tip of its tail was twitching and being entangled by the tentacles.

What a terrible monster, what on earth is this? !

“No, I’m not angry.”

Yi Ling laughed and said with a smile: “Or, for our family members of the Mountain Worship Sect, ‘like a spirit’ is more of a compliment.”

“The spirits that have escaped from the mortal body and are closer to the natural mountains and forests are also a kind of transcendence and luck.”

Yi Ling sighed, with a face full of yearning, and then said in a comforting tone: “Although most of the family members are still human, I believe that with their talents, they will definitely benefit greatly from the Mountain Worship, transcend the secular world, and achieve the body of non-human spirits.”

Even Yu Hehui was speechless after hearing this, and no one dared to respond. How could Director Ling’s blessing sound like a curse? What about like a spirit, non-human... Alas.

Let's just keep listening to him selling white tiger blessings.

"Zero, Director Zero, this is cash, please count it."

Miao Fangfei wanted to cry but had no tears. She had just gone upstairs to get the envelope of money, and now she hurriedly gave the envelope to Director Zero, fearing that he would use the "spirits" to diverge his thinking and say something like "We spirits don't accept human money, we accept the essence of the sun and the moon".

After Yi Ling took the envelope and put it in his sleeve, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the giant yellow worm next to Director Zero with hesitation. Her poor Banban was being held in the mouth of the worm and licked with great interest like eating spicy strips. Even though she and Banban had a soul connection and knew that there was nothing wrong with it, but it was just frightened, she was still worried that the worm would swallow Banban directly because of its snake addiction!

Fortunately, after collecting the money, Director Ling was very easy to talk to. He casually patted the giant worm's raised head, and it obediently spit out the snake. Then, the bloody mouth full of monster-like sharp teeth moved its muscles and spit out a wet notebook and a pen. The notebook and pen stained with unknown liquid fell to the ground with a thud, rolling in a circle of mud. Yi Ling, who was about to bend over to pick them up, froze when he saw this, and his hand fell on the corn shoots, standing straight.

"Write your name in this notebook, the white tiger totem will bless you."

"Okay! Thank you, Director Ling!"

Miao Fangfei grabbed Banban, who fled back to her side and trembled, with one hand, and picked up the pen and notebook with the other hand, completely ignoring the suspicious liquid on them, and was able to thank Yi Ling very sincerely. This psychological quality was so good that An Xuefeng sighed in his heart, and then he winked at Wang Pengpai. Wang Pengpai understood and interrupted, "Director Ling, here, here, I also want to buy a 10-year blessing, but I don't have that much cash."

"Do you have this QR code? Can I scan it to pay?"

To be honest, although Wang Pengpai's words were a test, he really wanted to buy the 10-year blessing. After all, Yi Ling's price was quite simple and didn't look fake. Who would cheat people for only 1,800 yuan? It only costs one yuan a day, 365 yuan a year, and there is a discount for 10 years, only 3,000 yuan. This money is just a jade pendant with a better appearance, one or two gold bracelets and necklaces of similar weight, or Wang Pengpai can sell a few strings of beads.

Yi Ling is such a strong man who can really use a whip to break the darkness. If he can just be an extra-staff consultant for the special police team, even if he only has one mission a month, the monthly salary plus bonus can reach a very generous number. There is no need to cheat 3,000 yuan.

According to Captain An's judgment, Yi Ling should be a person who is both good and evil. Unlike a fanatic, he may not be absolutely loyal to the Mountain Worshiping Cult. If the blessing of the White Tiger Totem is real, then they will make a lot of money. It may be their life-saving straw for this exploration of the mountain.

It’s true that Wang Pengpai doesn’t have enough cash to buy a ten-year blessing, but it’s okay to spend more than a thousand to buy a three-year blessing. He just said this to see if he could figure out the various numbers connected to the Y00 QR code. There was an Internet connection in this Tujia Amei B&B. Bai Xiaosheng also came in with a laptop on his back and knew some hacking techniques.

It would be great if we could use this to dig out more information related to Yi Ling and the Baishan Cult.

"of course."

What surprised Wang Pengpai was that Yi Ling was not sloppy. He actually took out his mobile phone from his sleeve, clicked on it and showed the QR code in front of him. Wang Pengpeng's eyes lit up, and he pushed forward and said that he, An Xuefeng and Bai Feibai were together and planned to transfer the money to Ling Dao together. Can they transfer the money directly to the bank?

It's a pity that Director Ling didn't agree this time. Wang Pengpai regretted that he just gave it up and transferred 9,000 to Yi Ling. Then everyone else also bought ten-year-old white tigers to pray for, and left their names in the book one by one. When it was An Xuefeng's turn to sign, he took the book and twisted the pages with his fingers. He found that the paper was very flexible, not like paper, but like some kind of leather, and it felt very thick.

Why can you get the blessing of the white tiger just by writing your name in the notebook? Is this paper tanned by white tiger skin?

"It's cowhide, how can it be tiger skin?"

After signing his name and returning the book to Yi Ling, An Xuefeng asked this question.

Yi Ling smiled and said, "This is paper made from the scalps of local cattle over three years old."

"The cow's head is the most noble and sacred sacrifice. We will use the cow's head to sacrifice to the white tiger, and the paper made of the cow's scalp will list the sacrifices and burn them together for the white tiger to see during the sacrifice."

"If the family members write their names on it, they will become sacrifices to the white tiger. The white tiger takes the sacrifices very seriously and will protect the family members before the real sacrifice begins."

Yi Ling's words made everyone feel horrified. What sacrifice? If your name is written in this book, it will become a sacrifice to White Tiger? ? Is this the kind of blessing Yi Ling mentioned? This this--

"What is the high priest?"

Yu Hehui remained calm and asked: "Is it a sacrifice to the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain, or a big wave of sacrifice to the ancestors?"

"We will worship the mountain gods and our ancestors. Many people will participate, not just us worshiping the mountain cult."

Yi Ling said ambiguously: "It's a good time for my family. This is a grand occasion that only happens once in a thousand years. It will definitely be very lively."

"Okay, everyone, let's go wash up and rest after dinner. You can sleep in tomorrow morning. We will meet in the main room at ten o'clock. We will set off to Zimata Village."

"I'll sleep in the main room. If anything happens, my family can come to me."

Yi Ling refused to reveal any more information about the sacrifice, so Shi Shiran took his worms outside. The flames on the fire pit were still crackling, and the potatoes boiled inside were soft and melted into the soup, but no one had the appetite to drink anymore.

"Professor Yu, what is the big wave you are talking about?"

Bai Feibai asked first in the silence.

"Hand waving dance is the original sacrificial dance of the Tujia people. It is divided into two types: big hand waving and small hand waving."

Yu Hehui sighed: "The small waving ceremony is small in scale. It is held once a year. It is based on the village. Most of the sacrifices are made to the ancestors of the same surname."

"The Big Waving of Hands is only held once every two or three years. The sacrifices are made to the ancestors of the tribe and various mountain gods. Thousands of people will attend and watch."

"But whether it's a big wave or a small wave, the time for the sacrifice is between the third and the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. It shouldn't be held now. And sacrificing the cow's head is not a custom of waving and dancing, so I asked Director Ling what he said. A big sacrifice is a sacrifice to the mountain or a big wave of hands."

"Do we need to use bull heads to worship the mountain gods?"

Wang Yushu asked, enjoying the pain: "All of us have become sacrifices to the white tiger. If the mountain god also wants an ox head, do you think the white tiger and the mountain god of Wuluo Mountain will have a fight first?"

"Sacrifice to the mountain god... may use an ox head."

Unexpectedly, after hearing what he said, Yu Hehui was silent for a moment, but stopped talking. He remembered that Yi Ling might be monitoring them at any time, but when he thought about it more carefully, their thoughts would be exposed sooner or later. It would be better to tell them earlier, and maybe they could find out something.

So after looking at An Xuefeng, Yu Hehui said: "Ox head sacrifice is usually a bull head feast."

"The Cow's Head Banquet is the most noble and grand reception banquet of the Tujia people. It is said that in ancient times, Chi You would hold a Cow's Head Banquet to boost morale before going to war, and ask wizards to pray for the victory of the war*. Later, the Cow's Head Banquet was mostly used before the chieftain led his troops to the front line. , or used to celebrate victory after a battle."

What he said seemed to be a bit off topic. Wang Yushu and the others were confused and confused, but Lu Shucheng and the others seemed to have guessed what Yu Hehui was going to say, and their expressions changed subtly.

"On Wuluo Mountain, it is said that there are the ruins of Laosicheng and a large tomb."

Yu Hehui said solemnly: "The great sacrifice Yi Ling mentioned may not only be a sacrifice to the mountain god, but also a sacrifice to the owner of the tomb."

A gust of cold wind blew in from outside the main room, causing the flames to sway and sending chills down the back. Whether it’s the tomb owner who has been dead for thousands of years, ‘returning triumphantly’ or ‘preparing for war’, it all sounds extremely hellish.

However, Yi Zero has provided too few clues so far, and they are all just speculation. Seeing that it was half past nine, everyone packed up their dishes and went back to their rooms to rest. Miao Fangfei took out the remaining potato soup in the pot and put it in a separate basin. Mao Xiaole and Tong Hege went to clean the pot. When everything was finished and it was almost ten o'clock, Miao Fangfei went back to the house and took a simple bath with hot water. When he went down to the main room, he saw An Xuefeng, who had also taken a bath and changed clothes, sitting by the fire pit and looking at the fire, while Wang Yushu sat opposite him, tinkering with something.

"Xiao Miao, you're down."

Seeing Miao Fangfei coming down, Wang Yushu's eyes lit up, he waved to her and asked in a low voice: "Do you mind leaving the country during my live broadcast?"

"live streaming?"

Miao Fangfei was shocked and said cautiously: "Do you want to broadcast live at this time?"

Wang Shuren is actually interested in live broadcasting now. Is this a great anchor? ! No wonder he can do such a great job!

"Hey, didn't I tell the audience in advance that the broadcast will be broadcast at ten o'clock tonight? If it doesn't broadcast, I will ask everyone to call the police."

Wang Yushu said with a bitter face: "Oh, this is just a gimmick. To be honest, I have no intention of live broadcasting, but what if some viewers really call the police? This place is quite evil. It's better for ordinary people not to get involved."

Just because it was too evil, Wang Yushu didn't want to take pictures of the darkness and oil lamps outside the hall. What if the curse spread through the live broadcast infected his viewers? He just wanted to take pictures of something safe, such as An Xuefeng and Miao Fangfei, who seemed to be particularly reliable among the teammates who were also participating in the group this time. If An Xuefeng, Miao Fangfei and the others did not agree, he planned to talk to Mao Xiaole The live broadcast was fooled by the cross talk.

Miao Fangfei didn't mind appearing on camera, and An Xuefeng happened to want to use Wang Yushu's live broadcast as an experiment, so they both agreed.

So at 10 o'clock in the evening, the live broadcast room of the Tomb of the Tusi King, which had been warmed up all day by the hotel in advance, finally launched with great attention under the attention of countless people in the east and west districts!

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There will be an additional update soon! The supplementary update is mainly about the barrage content. It will be posted as soon as it is finished. You can get up and read it tomorrow morning. The next plot will be updated tomorrow!

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Wang Yushu: Live broadcast, but only a little bit, showing the big faces of An Xuefeng and Miao Fangfei!

Audiences:?

Hotel:?

Who asked you to broadcast this!