genius divination

Chapter 419

Fan Jiannan and others stood at the bow of the boat, watching the singing on the river altar resume.Dancers dance to the music.I saw them holding the instruments, waving their arms solemnly and gracefully, turning their wrists lightly, and stopping for a while in different directions in the air.First worship the river in front, and then worship west, south and north one by one.The movements of the three were neat and consistent, smooth and skillful, but not coping.

They recited the sacrificial words silently, with solemn and focused expressions, and they were fully absorbed in even the most subtle and simple movements.I really feel like I have forgotten something.Let's sacrifice one kind of magic weapon, put it down, and change it to another kind of magic weapon, and then worship one by one in all directions.There are seven or eight kinds of ritual utensils, including kettles, copper bells, incense burners, candlesticks, whisks and other objects, water, fire, smoke and wind, each with its own symbol.

The whole set of ceremonies is gorgeous and complicated, but clean and bright, just like building a divine pagoda, carefully stacked and added layer by layer, and the final form is solemn.The viewers all watched with bated breath and were deeply infected.The brilliance is overflowing, as if being brought back to the unknown mythical prosperous age, the gods and men are close at hand, and the other side of bliss is right in front of you.

"What are they doing?" Feng Yuan asked with blurred eyes.

Among the few people, only Jia Zixun knew about these Indian secret rituals. He said slowly, "They are worshiping Lord Shiva, hoping to be reborn in bliss."

"Yeah, looking forward to the blissful rebirth, but dismissing the suffering in front of us." Fan Jiannan looked back at the distance, the so-called untouchables were numb and pious.People at the lowest level of Hindu society, they don't make eye contact with anyone, they just sit on the side of the road wrapped in their tattered clothes, staring at which air molecule they don't know with empty eyes.For them, drinking a sip of the sacred water of the Ganges is the greatest gift of Lord Shiva.

"This is India." Jia Zixun sighed.

After the people on the shore had sacrificed their ritual objects, the three dancers stepped off the platform, stood together, and blew the conch horn again to tell the gods.People walked down the steps one after another, sprinkled flower petals into the water, or floated candles in the river to pray for blessings.At this time, the singing gradually became lively. Everyone clapped their hands to beat the beat, joined in the singing, and sang the last eulogy repeatedly. The rhythm became faster and faster, and the atmosphere was unusually warm.

At this time, a person came towards the river.This person is dressed in white and orange-yellow Hindu clothing, he is closer to the traditional clothing of ordinary Indians.He walked slowly, but his demeanor was graceful and quiet.

The man walked to the river, saluted Fan Jiannan and the others, and said slowly, "Welcome everyone. The high priest is already waiting for you up there." With any accent.As soon as you hear it, you know that this person has received higher education in India.Of course, although his clothing is simple, it is definitely not vulgar.

Fan Jiannan smiled slightly, "The high priest is waiting for us, so why aren't we waiting for him? Excuse me, who are you?"

"My name is Singer, which means lion in Hindi." The Indian said slowly.

Jia Zixun smiled, "The four-sided lion's roar on the Ashoka Pillar symbolizes the boundless dharma that shocks all directions. So, you are also the mouthpiece of the high priest of the secret sect?"

"Actually, I am his younger brother. Well, everyone, please follow me." Singer nodded slightly, turned and walked up the stone steps.

The embankment is about half a meter higher than the river, and there are stone steps leading to the river not far away.Fan Jiannan nodded to Feng Yuan, followed Singer and walked along the river bank.The shore is pretty dirty, men's urinals, rubbish dumps, little empty yards full of mud and stuff.

But only the open space in the middle, which is also the place where the mystics held sacrificial ceremonies, was resplendent and magnificent.

There is a collapsed temple on the bank, half submerged in the water.It seems that too much stone was used on the roof of the temple, and the river steps were overwhelmed.A group of people walked up dozens of steps, bypassed the crooked temple and turned right, and came to this river altar.

Fan Jiannan narrowed his eyes suddenly, and he saw an old Indian man, sitting cross-legged in a yoga-like sitting position, sitting in the center surrounded by mystics.The surrounding believers slowly chanted obscure scriptures, and a special spice was burning in the censer at the old man's feet.

He was not wrapped in an orange turban like other believers, but with long curly hair, sitting on the ground full of flowers.This long hair is connected with the beard of his chin, and even the beard is curly.But his eyes were very bright and penetrating.

Singer walked in front of him, put his hands together and knelt down over his head.This is the etiquette for the secret religion to meet the high priest.

The old man smiled and put a wreath on his neck, and put a little cinnabar on his forehead.

Fan Jiannan smiled coldly, he is not an Indian mystic, and he doesn't follow such a practice at all.He just stood there looking at the high priest, and said, "You are the high priest of the secret sect, right? You really are very impressive."

The high priest looked at him and smiled slightly, "It's Mr. Fan. I heard Kumara talk about you, and you really look like your father. Please sit down." It's a bit of a crepe feeling.

Fan Jiannan waved his hand and said, "No, I don't like to sit on the river altar full of cow dung. And we Chinese have a saying that the head is determined by the buttocks. Where one sits is determined by that position." Vision, judgment and value orientation. Where you sit is not where I want to sit.”

The high priest of the secret religion smiled slightly, "It seems that I was wrong. Although you look like your father, you have a better sense of humor than him. But your words are indeed wise words. I am sitting here because I am the high priest of the secret religion. Priest. Even our meeting is because I am the high priest. So I have to think about the future of the secret religion, so I decided to ask your father for peace."

"Seeking peace requires sincerity, and I want to see more sincerity from you." Fan Jiannan said slowly.

Singer said slowly, "Mr. Fan, we have abandoned the tradition of esoteric recluse through scriptures, and greeted you with the most solemn etiquette in this almost public way. Isn't it a kind of sincerity?"

"Yes, this is your sincerity. A set of fancy etiquette, plus your arrogant attitude." Su Xuanshui interjected coldly.

"You... are too rude! Show some respect in front of the high priest." Singer turned to Fan Jiannan with a dark face, "Mr. Fan, we treat each other with courtesy. Is this the attitude of your people? "

"Unfortunately, he is not mine." Fan Jiannan glanced at Su Xuanshui and said slowly, "It's not even my friend. It's just that he is our partner for the time being. But I think he There is nothing wrong with what you said, if you want to reconcile, you must come up with something."

The high priest nodded slowly and said, "So, what do you want?"

Fan Jiannan smiled and said, "For example, tell us some information first. Why do you want to get rid of Alpha? What are you and the European Federation of Witchcraft planning?"

The high priest was silent for a while and said, "I'm sorry about Mr. Alpha's matter. But that's just an internal matter of the European Federation of Witchcraft. They decided to get rid of this person, and we are just helping them complete this matter. As for Anything else..." He glanced at Singer.

Singer understood and waved his hand to make everyone around him retreat.The mystics left one by one until only the high priest and Singer were left.The high priest said slowly, "The matter between us and the European Witchcraft Federation doesn't seem to have anything to do with you."

"But as far as I know, it has a lot to do with it." Fan Jiannan said without compromise, "It even has a relationship with all the magicians and wizards."

The high priest's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said slowly, "It seems that you know a lot. But that's just the wishful thinking of the European Witchcraft Federation. I won't let this happen. Because I said it, I am High Priest of the Mysteries. Everything I do must be in the interests of the Mysteries."

"For example, the Bhopal incident is also in the interests of the secret sect?" Fan Jiannan said coldly. "That catastrophe caused 2 direct deaths, 5 indirect deaths, and a human tragedy of more than 20 permanent disabilities. So far, the cancer rate and child mortality rate of local residents are still due to this disaster. Indian cities are high. It's in your interest too!"

Singer lowered his head silently.

The high priest said slowly, "As far as the situation at that time is concerned, Wei Rushan is indeed related to our interests. So we have to do this. The Indian secret religion doesn't have much choice in this matter."

Su Xuanshui suddenly frowned and said, "I also don't understand. Wei Rushan had nothing at that time, and fled to India like a stray dog. But for him, you did not hesitate to offend a strong man in the art world like Fan Wudi. Does this have any effect on the Indian secret religion? What benefits are there?"

"The reason is very simple, because we need him." The high priest said slowly, "Just like we need the European Witchcraft Federation now. The reasons are very complicated, and it is difficult to explain clearly for a while, and I don't want to explain too much .I am also very sorry and heartbroken about this incident. But if I am given another chance, I will still do it.”

"Such a large-scale poisoning is simply insane. Wild beasts don't kill each other. What you are doing is simply demonic." Feng Yuan said angrily.

"It's only 5 people, which is not enough to die in a famine. Besides, most of the people who died were untouchables. Such things will not even leave any traces in history, and people will soon forget them. .And what we want to fight for is the future of the practitioner! Only Wei Rushan could do this at that time, so he must not die. Instead of accusing us of being cruel, why not ask your father why you must be aggressive." Singer Er gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Singer!" the High Priest looked at him sternly, and prevented him from continuing.

Singer finally bowed his head.

The high priest looked at Fan Jiannan and said slowly, "Young man, I thought that our meeting this time is not to discuss the past, but to look forward. So I don't want to entangle the right and wrong of the past, so I just ask you a word. What conditions do you want?"

"Tell me everything, I want to know the truth." Fan Jiannan looked at the high priest and said.

(End of this chapter)