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Chapter 326 You are so fierce
Although Lao Liu is not highly educated and doesn't know what the oracle bone inscriptions he talked about before are, in the final analysis, many of the things he knows have a lot in common with the former.

"Zuo Zhuan·Thirteenth Year of Chenggong" contains: The major affairs of the country are sacrifice and military affairs.

Sacrifice is the ritual of worshiping ancestors and gods, and Rong is the ritual of worship before the king's expedition, especially in the Shang and Zhou dynasties.

"Book of Rites·Biaoji" contains: The Yin people respected the gods and led the people to serve the gods, putting ghosts first and then etiquette.

For example, it is said that Shang Tang is going to send troops to attack all directions, but the oracle bone patterns burned by the sacrifice are very dangerous, so even if it is a sure win, there is a high probability that the battle will not be fought.

Let’s talk about destiny first, and then talk about respecting and believing in destiny.

So, the ancient divination method was eliminated because it was unreliable?

No.

Part of the reason is that the later emergence of "Book of Changes" and acquired gossip gradually replaced the divination method of burning oracle bones. Moreover, if you continue to do this, Brother Turtle really can't stand it, and sooner or later he will be extinct.

The ancient divination method is not only mysterious, but also often more efficient.

Regretful, he didn't know why the group of people eating at the table suddenly stared at each other, but he still slowly reached into his arms and gently lifted the safety of the revolver.

Facing so many fierce looks, Lao Liu couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and his bad habit of being a coward came back again.

It is true that they are the most evil ones I have encountered in recent days. Not to mention whether it is possible to control dozens or hundreds of villagers. Even if they can, what do they want?
Although this is the first time I have encountered red and white collision evil spirits, and I know very little about them, what I can determine is that the evil spirits caused by this kind of evil situation are not too strong. It is not an exaggeration to say that you will never encounter them in a hundred years. They are already so evil. Could it be that the purpose is Play fucking house and scare outsiders?
Chun Chun was seriously ill, and Zhao Sanyuan wouldn't believe it even if he beat him to death.

With this posture, it was obvious that there was going to be a conflict.

Zhao Sanyuan has never been afraid of trouble, but combined with the mysterious night festival and the strange behavior of the villagers last night, the taste is different.

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The villagers all screamed, the sound was unbearable.

Are all the people in this village freaks?

This style of painting is more down-to-earth, focusing on concise and comprehensive words, condensation is the essence.

Don't come, the Yan family is very particular about us; come on, he's getting more and more permeable.

“What a great marriage!!!”

Regarding the word 'fierce', the words burned on the sheepskin are not horizontal and vertical characters, but more like a grimace. It is the ancestor of the word 'fierce', which shows how bad the situation is.

When chaos reaches a certain level, chaos is no longer pure chaos. In other words, chaos is the order here.

While shouting, he slowly stood up, but no matter what he did, all the villagers' eyes were fixed on Lao Liu and others.

So who controls this order?
Wearing linen and mourning at night, getting married during the day

It is true that Lao Liu took a wild path, but the Dingxiang disciples ultimately originated from the ancient shaman culture in the eastern part of the grassland outside the pass. This is definitely no later than Zai Si and Rong, but as time goes by, many people today Things are fused, broken, and then fused again. Even the person who takes action doesn't know where the source is. Anyway, he just knows whether it works or not.

He thought to himself, what is this? If he had known that when he went down to Huayuankou, he would have stopped him from coming to Nanyue Village. But now, he is in a dilemma. It is difficult to get around the chaotic Feng Shui and continue to stay. If so, everything is wrong in the village.

What is the source of all the strange behaviors of the villagers?
Could it be that red and white collision?

“What a great marriage!!!”

“What a great marriage!!!”

Looking at the many villagers approaching, Lao Kang was sweating profusely. Was he really going to be forced to take action in a daze?

Fortunately, I have a backbone by my side. He hurriedly pulled Mo Wenshan's sleeves and whispered: "Master, what should we do? These villagers all seem to be suffering from hysteria. Please give me an idea."

Xiucai and Lao Liu also looked expectantly, hoping that the old man could take charge of the overall situation. This situation was indeed a dilemma. It would be difficult to control the severity of the action. If it really caused someone's life, it would be a disaster. Or should it be done on the day of the wedding? Yu Li seems to be unable to explain it.

Zhao Sanyuan was very straightforward. He had already started cracking his knuckles and doing warm-up exercises. No matter what, he couldn't be beaten stupidly.

"Idea? Are you asking me to come up with a stupid idea?" Mo Wenshan looked like you were making it up to yourself, "On the big day, you did it while others were having a banquet, and you even used an open fire. I didn't know that you were going to play with it. Who would be happy to do this?"

"Uh"

Lao Liu and Lao Kang looked at each other.

I really didn't expect such a tricky angle, but if I think about it carefully, there's nothing wrong with it. It's really not done properly.

"If you know you made a mistake, correct it. Actually, it's not a big deal. We are still guests no matter what. Let's say something nice. It's best to show some talent and sing duets to ease the awkward atmosphere."

Somehow, it seemed that nothing mattered to Mo Wenshan, and he could always find weird ways to solve problems.

It's really challenging to sing a duet in this atmosphere.

Apart from the embarrassing problems, the main reason is that Lao Kang doesn’t know how to do it.

The brothers seem to have heard Sanyuan moaning.

Tell me who will come.

After Zhao Sanyuan heard the general idea, he actually banged the gong and howled at the top of his lungs.

"You want me to come - wu wu wu -"

Just halfway through singing, Xiucai and Lao Liu covered their mouths, and their faces turned pale.

Brother, you are such a tough guy! ?
You sing this thing on someone’s big day?
Why don't you sing and cry for the birthday of the old man?
Believe it or not, the simple folk customs will overwhelm us?
Zhao Sanyuan quickly realized the problem and thought to himself, this is the main repertoire of the two-person repertoire, which is quite familiar, so it was a conditioned reflex.

"How about a little New Year's greeting? I'm familiar with this."

"Shit now. Fortunately, I used to love theater."

Old Liu cleared his throat and turned off the safety of the revolver in his arms. Since the old man said that performing skills are useful, he must be sure of it and solve the current situation first.

"Lao Yuexia~Ask the matchmaker~How long is your red line~"

"You light someone else's red candle~When are you waiting to enter the bridal chamber~"

"Don't worry, don't be in a hurry~ Today the matchmaker is marrying the groom~"

In the Central Plains, Henan Opera is far more widely sung than Errenzhuan, and very few people have heard or seen it.

But the miraculous thing is that after Old Liu opened his voice, the expressions of the villagers softened for the most part, and they no longer looked fierce, and they no longer surrounded them in darkness.

It is said to be a duo, but it is actually a dance to the tune of a great master. Since he did not have an erhu in his hand, Lao Liu could only beat the Wenwang drum to beat the rhythm. Zhao Sanyuan next to him also played the suona. With these two things playing together, any song would be like a sunset. That taste of Xishan.

In the main hall of worshiping heaven and earth.

It is quiet here, and the expressions of relatives and friends are all fixed with exaggerated smiles.

When Lao Liu's lyrics came, the bride's wet red hijab swayed without any wind.
(End of this chapter)