Savage Secret

() In the earliest literature, the wizard is not the teacher of the master, but the lion of the lion, so later generations are very puzzled, why do they add an anti-dog next to the lion? But a lion?Although some people are so skeptical, the academic circles have been telling the truth since ancient times. Without evidence, everything can only be conjecture.

Because of this, later generations simply changed the witch lion in the ancient literature into the current shaman, shaman, praying for gods and ghosts; master, jing is proficient in a certain skill or an elder, so the shaman can be interpreted as jing is good at praying to gods. For those who seek ghosts, it is easy for everyone to understand after such a change.No one would have thought that the ancients changed a word with a sincere and responsible attitude, but accidentally confused a person of later generations for a long time.

This man's surname was Qin, who was born in the late Qing Dynasty. He had witnessed the revolution of the Qing Dynasty and experienced decades of turbulent times. He also saw the red flag flying all over China with his own eyes.He is unfortunate. He almost lost his life in the smoke and gunfire. He is also happy. Because of his erudition, he has been working as a professor in the archeology department of a well-known university in the southwest. many.

Professor Qin knows that the Chinese civilization is vast and profound, and there are still many things to be discovered. You can’t understand it by explaining it in the classroom, or explain it clearly by writing an article. You have to go outside to discover new things and new topics.Just when he took his students to a place called Huandou Tomb, he discovered a surprising problem.

That day, Professor Qin was leading the students to walk through the high mountains. It stands to reason that the mountains are deep and the roads are dangerous, so there should be few people. But when they walked, they found that there were more and more mountain people on the road, and all of them were dressed in costumes. It's like going to a grand event.After asking, I found out that those mountain people all went to Huandou Tomb to worship.

Hearing the words Huandou Tomb, Professor Qin’s eyes lit up. There are records about Huandou, Gonggong, and Gun who were exiled by the ancient leader and a generation of holy emperor Yao for rebellion. It can be checked, in case the Huandou tomb that the mountain people said is true, it may be able to clarify a period of history.

With this goal in mind, Professor Qin also took the students to the Huandou Tomb. The more they walked, the more lively it became. It seemed that what they walked into was not a deep mountain, but a bustling town.From time to time, there are some stone carvings built along the cliffs on the side of the road, or Huandou temples built on flat towers, and mountain people burn incense and worship in front of them.Those who are enshrined in stone carvings or enshrined in temples are not human beings at all. It is no exaggeration to say that they are monsters, with human faces, bird beaks, and eagle claws and bird feathers.There is no fixed appearance. Some have long faces, some have pointed mouths, some have broad shoulders, and some have thin claws. It is difficult to imagine them as the same god who can protect mankind.

But having said that, worshiping gods and Buddha or worshiping other things depends on one's sincerity. As for which god is the most observant of people's suffering, which temple is the incarnation of the true god, and whether the true god can bless you after worshiping, that depends. Look at everyone's luck. The Tang monk in "Journey to the West" is smart, and he made a grand oath before leaving Chang'an: burn incense in temples and sweep pagodas.If you walk too much at night, you will always bump into ghosts, and if you burn too much incense, you will always meet true gods. With his perseverance, Tang Seng finally bumped into Buddha, got the scriptures, and became a true fruit.

Although the folk customs along the way are eye-catching, Professor Qin and his students inadvertently discovered that the legendary Huandou has another image: it is very similar to a lion, but quite different. It is said to be a lion with two coils on its head. Its horns are half yin and half yang, which are said to be antelopes, and the nose and mouth of a lion are similar to those of a lion.There is only one record of the image of Huandou in the history books: a human face with a bird's beak and a body with wings. As for the lion's head and horns, I have never heard of it.

It would be fine if there were only one or two such images, but there were many. Not only Professor Qin's students were confused, but even Professor Qin himself was very confused.

After inquiring later, I found out that the image of the horned lion head was not the Huandou from ancient legends, but a magic weapon called the Witch Lion Horn that Huandou once used.There is a saying in the Huandou Tomb area: the spirit tells good and bad luck, and the witch and lion predicts good and bad fortune.In the age of Huandou, there was a beast braver than a lion and stronger than an ancient elephant. It was called a witch lion. It had a pair of black and half horns on its head. These horns could tell fortunes and misfortunes. The consonance staff I have seen before are also the most spiritual things.

It's just that the usage of the witch lion's horn is quite different from that of the consonance staff. Someone needs to cut off the witch lion's horn, and after some special treatment, a human face will appear on the white half.When encountering a major event, the elders of the Zhai clan invite out the Wushi horn, kill a person who voluntarily sacrificed his body or life to worship the gods with blood sacrifice, and pour their blood into the Wushi horn.If there is a clear outline of the human face on the lion's horn, it is auspicious, otherwise it is bad.

After listening to the local people's description, Professor Qin and his students realized that the earliest image of a modern wizard turned out to be a psychic beast horn.Huandou and Wushi horns are enshrined together in the local area, which must be a great worship of the ancient gods.When Professor Qin’s students asked if there were any lion-shaman horns left, an elder sighed deeply: Asking for the lion-shaman horn requires a blood sacrifice. Normally, they don’t use it. Knowing about it, the passing National Revolutionary Army forcibly destroyed the Witch Lion Horn, saying that it broke the root of the evil habit of blood sacrifice.

However, although the witch lion corner is destroyed, the memory in people's hearts cannot be destroyed, so the local custom of offering sacrifices to Huandou and witch lion has been preserved.

After Professor Qin returned, he recorded and organized every discovery he made during this outing into an article, which described the Wushi horn in detail in a large space, and published it in a popular science magazine. Because the Wushi horn was destroyed, Qin The professor couldn't show the real object, but just drew a rough shape according to the description of the locals, so the article failed to attract much attention.

I didn't pay much attention to this article when I read it, I just read it as anecdotes, but the simple black and white colors and the faces in it made me remember so vividly that I saw the horns in the hands of the golden-haired savages. Cup, I remembered it all at once.

Thinking of the swearing-like dance of the savages just before the expedition, and looking at the horn cup held by the golden-haired savage, an ominous premonition suddenly rose in my heart, because before the witch-lion horn divination, it was necessary to put it on. Human blood, and the only people here are me and Lao Niu.

We originally planned to wait until the savages fought with the flower centipede, and there were not many savages guarding us, so we took the opportunity to escape. It seems that the plan really can't keep up with the changes, and can only be regarded as a dream to comfort myself. The process can be figured out without thinking, it must be preparing to bleed me and the old cow or one of us.

The time is waiting for no one, the golden retriever savage is getting closer and closer, and in a blink of an eye, we are already close at hand. The danger is coming, we must act quickly, otherwise we will end up like the two people tied to the pillar.

He was about to tell the old cow to run quickly, but he looked at the lion-shaman cup in the hand of the golden-haired savage, and said to me in a daze: "Tie Yan, why is it holding a cup? I remember that the savage likes to drink. Could it be that he wants to drink with you?" Let's have a drink? This cup is so darn exquisite, it could be a treasure too!"

Greedy eyes flashed in the old cow's eyes, and he didn't know he was about to die. He was still talking about his treasure, as if he wanted to drink the wildlings down, and then snatch the witch-lion horn.

I didn't even have time to scold him, so I grabbed a stone from my hand and threw it at the golden-haired savage. When the savage dodged, I pulled out the Lazi Tibetan knife tied to my leg, turned over and jumped up from the ground, and hurriedly shouted at the old cow. Voice: "Run!"

A sharp pain came from my lower leg, irritating every nerve in me, and I didn't even have the strength to turn around.I was scratched and bitten by that savage on the altar, and the wound didn't even have time to heal, so I tore it open again.But the golden-haired savage was first startled and then angry, his giant hand descended from the sky, and with lightning speed, he slapped my shoulder hard, bent his fingers, and inserted his sharp nails through the clothes.

My life is over!A trace of despair flashed in my mind, the golden-haired savage pulled, my feet staggered, and I bumped into its strong body.It was so hard muscled that I would have thought I had hit a rock if it hadn't been warm enough.I don't know if the savage hurts or not, I'm about to fall apart.

Anyway, I can't escape, I won't pay if I kill one, and I can make money if I kill two. Although I know that I can't fight the wild man, but I don't want to be killed easily by it, so I raised the Lazi Tibetan knife and pointed at it. I stabbed in the chest, I didn't expect that I was thrown away by the golden-haired savage before I made the last stab.

My body soared into the air, and after spinning twice in the air, I hit the ground hard and rolled a few more times!The eyes are hazy, and the mind is spinning!I couldn't help but twitched, and said bitterly: I don't know if the old cow escaped or not!

Just as he was thinking, an old cow screamed in pain, followed by muffled groans and rough panting, and even cursed a few words.

I was lying on the cold and hard mountain, I had no strength to turn my head, all thoughts were lost, my lips moved lightly: It's over, the old cow is also over, our entire army is wiped out!