Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Chapter 159 The Descendants of the Three Villages of the Wa Nationality Wangman
"This is……"

After seeing the sketch clearly, Partridge Whistle couldn't help but frown slightly.

They had seen this mountain god more than once in the tomb of King Xian?
The temple outside the valley, the altar stone carvings, the murals inside the temple, the Xuan Palace lake view, and even the remains of the mountain god in the ancient bronze box.

The time span is one to two thousand years.

Emaki styles have changed over time.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the image of the mountain god.

It has a black face, long hair, a skull in its mouth, and a majestic look.

It was almost carved from the same mold as the sketch in front of me.

just.

The barbarians in Zhelong Mountain should have been killed by King Xian long ago. Why does this picture appear in Malu Village?

Chen Yulou nodded.

Except for the insect valley shrouded in poisonous miasma.

Who would have thought.

"Dana, even if you speak out, as long as I know, I will tell you everything."

Xigu's hanging heart finally fell back completely.

Even though it is in charge of heaven and earth, it cannot put its eyes into it.

"There is an ancient temple at the foot of the cliff, and this is the shrine in the middle."

Even though he had already guessed from Chen Yulou's description, he still brought the two of them to Lord Long Mo just to be sure.

Could it be that...the natives back then were the ancestors of the Wa people?

A pair of old faces were full of complexity.

"Xigu Qiuda, there is something I don't know whether to ask or not?"

Chen Yulou then asked.

In addition, ghosts are released, sacrifices are made, gods are invited, and divination is performed.

Of course, what made them finally give up entering the Worm Valley was the warning from the Great Ghost Meji.

"There are nineteen villages at the foot of Zhelong Mountain. In addition to our Wa tribe, there are also Dai, Sanmiao, Donghu and Jurchen remnants. But except for our three Wa tribe villages, the rest of the villages were moved from behind."

This is the solemn etiquette of the Wa village.

Seeing him like this, Chen Yulou couldn't help but sigh, and subconsciously sat up straight.

Obviously I also thought about this.

"Some people have long speculated that the mountain god may be trapped in the Worm Valley, but unfortunately, we can't get in at all."

"That's it."

Xigu clenched his fists with a serious look on his face.

But the mountain ghost Ava disappeared without a trace, just like the rainwater blending into the river.

"That's right...that's right, the mountain god Awa, the three Wa villages around Zhelong Mountain have been looking for traces of him for countless years, but they have never found his whereabouts."

There is another ghost and god in the place abandoned by the big ghost.

He couldn't help but look at Chen Yulou from the corner of his eye.

These speculations together were like wildfire igniting in his mind, and he couldn't suppress it at all.

There is no other possibility.

Speaking of this, a hint of pride flashed in Xigu's cloudy eyes.

There have also been attempts to break in.

"I wonder if the Maluzhai branch has been living here since ancient times, or if they moved here from outside?"

When the two old men gradually calmed down.

Over the years, they have also guessed that no matter how big Zhelong Mountain is, it cannot stop the footsteps of the tribesmen for thousands of years.

If it weren't for Chen Yulou and the others' forced entry, I'm afraid this secret would have been concealed for countless years.

They have tried every possible method.

Look at his eyes twinkling.

"Dana, is this the big ghost you saw in Worm Valley?"

After carefully spreading the sketch on the coffee table, Xigu asked.

But in the end, it either dissolves into a pool of blood or turns into a mindless monster.

"Nature has existed since ancient times."

See him confirm again.

This is why Sigu and Tog are so excited.

About the history of Maluzhai.

As a Moba, it can be said that he has many family treasures.

Although there is no written language in the Wa Village, they have clearly recorded the events of their ancestors for more than a thousand years using knotted ropes, sketches and stone carvings.

Unlike those Miao villages, Dai villages, and Hu people.

Just a bunch of native barbarians.

No background whatsoever.

Even though Maluzhai is no longer as strong as it used to be and has declined a lot, it is not a small family like Mengla Village, where barbarians can get away with it.

"When can it be traced back to the earliest time?"

Chen Yulou nodded and continued to ask.

"The earliest?"

Xigu thought for a moment, "I'm not sure exactly, but it must have been fifteen or six hundred years ago."

"Fifteen to six hundred years."

Hear this number.

Chen Yulou and Partridge Whistle couldn't help but look at each other.

There was a flash of understanding in his expression.

The Tomb of King Xian was built two thousand years ago.

From this point of view, there were hundreds of years in between, and it was very likely that the barbarians escaped and then multiplied for generations in the dense forest far away from the Insect Valley.

Eventually three Wa villages were formed: Wulu, Shangjing and Simo.

Although they have lived together outside Zhelong Mountain for generations.

It is also called Wa Village.

But they don’t actually communicate much with each other.

It is reasonable to look at the discontinuity of the past and the disappearance of history.

"Dana?"

Xigu hasn't reacted yet.

I don't quite understand why he suddenly asked about this.

Hearing this, Chen Yulou smiled apologetically, then put his thoughts away and said seriously.

"Does Qiuda know the Diqiang tribe?"

"Or maybe the Pu clan?"

"Di Qiang? Pu clan?"

Xigu frowned slightly and subconsciously fell into thinking. After a moment of silence, he still shook his head.

"What about Wang?"

"see?!"

Very different from before.

The moment he heard this word, Xigu's eyes suddenly lit up.

"As the ancestor of the Wa, I naturally know this."

Hearing this, Chen Yulou immediately understood.

He had read the information before, and based on the archeology and cultural inheritance of later generations, there have always been two theories about the origin of the Wa people.

One is that it originated from the ancient Di Qiang tribe. The Di Qiang were divided into Ailao tribe, and Ailao tribe was the Pu tribe.

The ancient Ailao Kingdom was even established in the pre-Qin period.

The second is that it originated from Wangman. According to ancient books, the ancestors of Jingpo were Puman, and the ancestors of the Wa people were Wangman.

As for the Wa nationality's creation epic "Sigangli", it is recorded that the ancestors of the Wa nationality came out of Sigangli.

After all, these rumors have too strong a mythical flavor.

but.

Now we can get a glimpse of it from Xigu's words.

The Yi people who lived in Zhelong Mountain at that time should be Wangman, the ancestors of the Wa people.

However, after King Xian arrived, he launched a war, hunted and killed Wangman as a slave, and built a Tiangong tomb for him.

A small number of them hid in the mountains.

Hundreds of years passed.

Gradually several villages were formed.

But the history of that era gradually disappeared, and we only know that they were the queens of Wangman.

He took a deep breath.

Chen Yulou calmed down.

Looking at the two old men in front of him.

Briefly describe what I saw in Insect Valley.

"Lingyu, horns!"

I keenly caught the two words in his words.

Xigu, who was standing in front of him with his head lowered and his eyes lowered, started to tremble unconsciously.

The long whiskers on his lower jaw were trembling.

"Can't be wrong."

Xigu murmured softly.

After saying that, under the astonished eyes of several people, he walked straight up the wooden ladder to the second floor.

Look at his weird behavior.

Even Tog was confused.

Although he is the clan leader of the village, the division of labor between the two is obvious and they don't care about these things on weekdays.

Therefore, even he didn't know what Xigu was going to do.

dong dong dong-

Until there was another sound of footsteps on the wooden ladder.

Only then did the three of them come to their senses.

They all looked over.

I saw Xigu holding a wooden box with both hands, a solemn expression on his face. Toge tried to move forward, but he stopped him with his eyes, as if what was hidden in it was something more important than his life.

"Dana, look."

"Is it them?"

Wait until you get close to the coffee table.

Tog had put the sketch away.

Xigu opened the wooden box gently.

With the flickering firelight behind him, Chen Yulou looked subconsciously.

In the box, there were three feathers and a red robe. As for the horns, I didn't see them.

He carefully picked up a feather and handed it to Chen Yulou.

Those feathers should be those of some kind of raptor.

White and black.

It's just that it has been stored for too long, and it has long lost its luster.

Chen Yulou took one look and was almost able to confirm.

It is exactly the same as the ancient stone carvings on the altar of the ancestors of the Zhelongshan Yi people who crossed the lake by boat and hunted toads to feed undead insects.

but.

What surprised him even more.

Instead, it was the neatly folded red robe under the box.

The style is ancient.

It is completely different from what women in Maluzhai wear.

but……

If I remember correctly.

In the back hall of Lingyun Palace, the robes worn by the female ghost hidden between the domes are exactly the same.

"Brother Chen, this...?"

Partridge Whistle obviously recognized it.

The female ghost in red that day caused a lot of fear to them.

It was Luofu who took action.

A puff of phoenix fire burned it to ashes.

"Qiuda, what is this?"

Chen Yulou had some guesses in his mind.

But on this matter, if he talks too much, he will be wrong. With his character, he will naturally not mess up.

"Qi Ai Guiyi."

"Those of us who serve ghosts are called Moba for men and Qiai for women."

"This is what Qi Ai Fang Gui wears when offering sacrifices."

really.

Listen to Xigu's explanation.

The last doubt in Chen Yulou's mind was completely sorted out.

They were still strange that day.

Why does a sinister ghost appear in Lingyun Palace, Huixian Palace, and other immortal caves?

Now that I think about it, she is the Qi Ai of the Zhelong Mountain Ancestor Tribe.

Trapped his soul in the palace.

Essentially, the method is exactly the same as hiding a wooden box inside the body of an undead insect wearing dragon scale demon armor and engraved with soul-killing talismans.

This is the method of being tired of winning!

It's just that the former is to suppress the fate of the barbarians, while the latter is to cut off the power of the mountain god.

Looking at the two white-haired old men in front of him, but full of expectation.

Chen Yulou hesitated.

In the end, the truth was concealed.

For them, this past event was just a passing moment, but for Maluzhai, it was a pain soaked in blood and fire.

Since those ancestors escaped from Worm Valley back then.

This matter was not passed down.

Perhaps, it was not that it was cut off, but that they felt desperate when facing the extremely powerful King Xian, so they did it deliberately, thinking of leaving some blood for the tribe.

As for three days later.

The insect valley miasma disappeared.

Even if they entered the valley, all they would see was the ancient temple from two thousand years ago.

Undead insects, female corpses in the lake, and suppressed mountain ghosts.

They probably can't see it.

"Two Danas, you are very tired from traveling all the way, and you have to work hard to answer questions for me, an old man."

"That's it for today. How about going to drink first and then rest?"

Seeing him silent.

Xigu thought they were tired.

He immediately put the feathers away again.

After signaling Tog next to him, the two stood up and said seriously.

Hearing this, Chen Yulou subconsciously wanted to explain, but he opened his mouth, swallowed the words that came to his lips, and agreed.

Waiting for a group of four.

Walk out of the thatched cottage.

Walking through the intense Long Moye, Xigu seemed to remember something.

Suddenly stopped.

Pointing to the depths of the dense forest, between two ancient trees.

Chen Yulou subconsciously looked up and saw an ancient stone platform standing in the dim fog, with an extremely exaggerated horn clearly enshrined on it.

It's one or two meters long.

It is somewhat similar to the horned helmet worn by the Yi leader in the stone carvings.

"Those are the horns that were stolen by our ancestors in Malu Village when they offered sacrifices to heaven."

Xigu explained calmly.

A few simple words, but there is a barbaric and ancient feeling rushing towards you.

Headhunting, cattle plagiarism.

These are unique to the Wa people.

Especially the former, it is extremely bloody, which can be seen from the hanging heads around it.

Therefore, even veterans like them felt a little uncomfortable when they saw that scene.

"Qiuda, aren't you curious about why our group traveled thousands of miles to Zhelong Mountain?"

Looking away from that amazing horn.

Chen Yulou suddenly said something shocking.

The partridge whistle next to him was so frightened that he pursed his lips, his eyes full of astonishment and disbelief.

Fighting backwards is, after all, a shady thing.

Their trip was also done in secret.

As long as they leave, no one will know what they have done.

So he didn't understand why Chen Yulou couldn't hold on at the last step. This was not his character at all.

He was still hesitating.

Xigu shook his head and smiled.

"Haha, I already knew it, why should I be curious?"

This time it was even more shocking.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but feel his heart pounding.

His eyes moved back and forth between Xigu and Chen Yulou.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from Qiuda. However, Chen definitely didn't hide it deliberately. He was just worried about a collision due to customs."

Unlike his panic.

Chen Yulou became calmer after hearing these words.

He had long guessed that Xigu was not simple.

Now it seems that their group may have been discovered by Xi Gu from the moment they stepped into Maluzhai.

Think about it too.

A demon who releases ghosts for sacrifice, performs divination and chants sutras, and can communicate with ghosts and gods.

How could you not notice the aura on their bodies?

Chen Yulou and the others are fine.

After all, he is a practitioner.

After several times of marrow washing and bone cutting, the dead air in the tomb and the corpse air in the coffin were no longer attached to the body.

But those ordinary guys are far from enough.

Therefore, people who work in their profession are lucky enough to be from one of the four sects of Mojin Xiling. They smoke their bodies with herbal medicine or soak in secret medicine, and are no different from ordinary people.

But the people at the bottom who fight against the world always have a smell of death about them.

lingering.

You can tell them apart in a crowd.

Therefore, in many places they are called earth mice and native masters.

It's not entirely unreasonable.

"Dana is too worried."

"How can Maluzhai have so many rules?"

Xigu shook his head.

He had indeed made some guesses, but because of his status as a grandpa's descendant, the farming methods, and the great favor of the Immortal Grass, he kept it all in his heart.

did not expect.

This young man is so magnanimous.

Now raise it yourself.

Instead, the slight barrier disappeared in an instant.

"call--"

Listen to the conversation between the two.

The atmosphere did not become as tense as I imagined.

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

While talking.

A group of people walked out of the dense forest.

From a distance, I heard a mountain call coming from the village.

Look up.

Two figures were competing in the open space outside the ancestral temple.

On one side is Uro.

The other person is an old foreigner.

The two of them each held bows and arrows in their hands, with serious expressions on their faces, clearly competing in their archery skills.

There were people standing all around, all of them excited.

"Looks like the timing is good."

"There's still a lot of fun to be seen."

(End of this chapter)