With the testimony of our own people, the attitude of the surrounding fishermen towards us finally changed 180 degrees, and even the village chief nodded.
Even Long Wa took the initiative to throw away the harpoon, knelt down heavily towards Yin Ling'er, and shouted: "Auntie, the kindest and most beautiful aunt in the world, I am blind and underestimated you! Thank you for saving me The river god saved the village.”
"No way!" Yin Ling'er quickly stretched out her hand: "Get up quickly, hehe, I don't dare to accept a grandson."
Seeing this scene, Lao Jiang showed a faint smile: "Now you can believe it, we are really not the same group as those thieves before. Although our girl also carried a bamboo basket, her bamboo basket It is used to save people, not harm them.”
"There is a huge difference between saving people and harming people!"
Long Wa also looked at the village chief and said: "Dad, I know that I am useless and cannot avenge my sister with my own hands! But if these friends can avenge Qing'er, then she can rest in peace. ”
As soon as the name 'Qing'er' was mentioned, the village chief's eyes instantly turned red, and his lips moved: "Yes, Qing'er's revenge must be avenged!"
Seeing that the village chief finally relaxed, we dared to ask for the next step: "I wonder when you can build the boat? We hope to be able to climb Wawu Mountain as soon as possible."
Unexpectedly, the village chief shook his head.
Seeing this, we were all shocked. Could it be that the old man refused to admit his guilt?
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the village chief put away his pipe and waved his hand with great enthusiasm: "Dear father-in-laws, ladies, children and sisters, come with me to the ancestral hall and carry the dragon boat!"
After that, he turned around and led away.
His old back was as straight as a pine, and his lower body was extremely stable. He seemed to have the open-mindedness of a warrior going out on an expedition, with all the mighty fishermen following him.
At that moment, the mysterious relief I saw in the Sanxingdui Altar suddenly appeared before my eyes.
A group of passionate ancient Shu people, led by Cancong, came out of the mountain and into the forest, roaring to kill the intruders! Protect your home.
This fishing village is so close to Wawu Mountain, so the villagers must have some of the unyielding blood of ancient Shu people flowing through them, right?
As expected, the place where the village chief led us was the temple in the deepest part of the village.
The temple is shaded by clumps of green mulberry trees, and a plaque hanging on it reads three characters: Tsing Yi Temple.
The one enshrined inside is the God in Tsing Yi, but this God in Tsing Yi is as shiny as new, with a hint of elegance between his brows, and is obviously painted and repaired every year.
After the village chief placed incense sticks on the Qingyi God, he rang the bronze bell in the temple, but heard him loudly say: "There is an ancestral instruction forbidding crossing the lake. Now there are thieves going to the tiled house to avenge the family's shame. The unworthy descendants invite dragon boats.”
"Please pray for the blessing of the God in Green Clothes, may everything go smoothly!"
The village chief here was singing lyrics, while Lao Jiang and I quietly asked Long Wa behind the crowd what was going on? Longwa explained that the fishermen here have believed in the biggest god for generations, the Qingyi God, and every year they hold a grand Qingqiang sacrifice on the water.
This custom has been passed down for thousands of years.
When the Qingqiang Festival is approaching, the village will prepare sheep as sacrifices in advance, and prepare brand-new green clothes and green handkerchiefs for every young adult.
Finally, they will board the dragon boat, circle Wawu Mountain, and drop off sacrifices to express their gratitude to the Qingyi God for giving the Shu people the art of weaving.
"Dragon boat?" Hearing this, I keenly captured the key to Long Wa's words: "That means that not all the boats in the village have been scuttled, and there is still a dragon boat used for sacrifice, hidden..."
"It's in the backyard of the temple!" Longwa said with a smile.
"It is precisely because of the blessing of the Qingyi God that this dragon boat survived the disaster. Now it is just sending a few benefactors up the mountain."
Long Wa respected the Qingyi God very much and felt that he was protecting all living beings.
Lao Jiang and I were more curious about the mysterious backyard.
You must know that there is an unwritten rule among the people that no backyard can be built in a place where gods and Buddhas are worshiped, otherwise it will be blasphemous.
Could it be that the customs here are different from other places, or is there something fishy?
The dragon boy is now completely unprepared for us, saying that the ceremony of inviting the dragon boat will take some time. He can take us to the backyard first to learn more, but remember not to reach out and touch anything you see.
I asked: "Why?"
"Because the backyard is the real Qingyi Temple." Long Wa kept saying it without surprising.
It turns out that the real Tsing Yi Temple was destroyed by war during the Ming Dynasty, with only a rough outline and a few monuments remaining. Later, the village couldn't bear to let the Qingyi God suffer, so generations of people pooled money to repair it, and this is how the new temple was built today.
Longwa took us around the crowd, took out a bronze key, and opened a secret door.
A dilapidated courtyard suddenly came into view, but it was filled with trees and flowers. Occasionally, a few stone sculptures were exposed, but they were also full of cracks. There was a row of dark rooms at the end of the backyard, which should be where the dragon boats were hidden.
Both Ge Weihan and Yin Ling'er were attracted by the dragon boat.
Lao Jiang and I suddenly discovered that there was a stone statue in the corner of the dense courtyard. The stone statue clearly had the characteristics of a woman in terms of face and body shape.
It just stood there lonely, year after year, day and night, as if looking in the direction of Wawu Mountain!
Why is there a female statue in the temple of the Qingyi God?
Who is she?
Is she the daughter of the Tsing Yi God? But we also saw the same Tsing Yi Temple in Tsing Yi Village, and we didn’t see any women there at that time.
It's like this is the only place.
Shojue told me that this stone statue was inextricably linked to the silkworm bush. Lao Jiang and I looked at each other and both stepped forward to observe.
Although the carving of this female statue is rough, she has a beautiful appearance. She has a flower on her head and her hands are making a strange gesture, as if she is communicating with someone.
Long Wa's voice appeared in my ears: "Little brother, this stone statue has been here since my ancestors. If you ask me who it is, I don't know. I only know that it was originally in the old temple. "
"Out of respect for the Qingyi God, we dare not touch any plant or tree here. We will only build a new temple outside."
Lao Jiang's eyes moved: "That means that this woman has been looking at Wawu Mountain across Yanu Lake from a very early time?"
Longwa nodded.
At this time, Lao Jiang winked at me and asked me if the flower on the woman's head had five petals and looked like a peach blossom.
I shuddered suddenly, and immediately thought of the Sanxingdui sacrificial altar. In the last relief, the green-robed god Cancong was holding a peach blossom in his hand!
Peach blossom, peach blossom...
The peach blossom in Cancong's hand, and the sadness he felt when holding it.
Could it be all because of this woman?
For a moment, my mind was in a mess.
