Chapter 221 What is firewood? Boom-! The heavy and ancient voice sounded, coming from the Jiang Wen could hear clearly what the sound of the drum was, the voices of thousands of people sounded in unison.
"You are so charming."
"An You Zai."
"The soul returns."
"To worship Tianyou."
"Bless my clan."
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The weird tone was like ancient people praying to the sky. Amidst the heavy drums, countless people clapped their hands and stepped on their feet.
Jiang Wen and Jiang Wenji stood at the door and saw the slowly advancing team not far away through the heavy fog.
Dozens of Tuoba clan members were carrying wooden frames and walking past the door step by the wooden frame, a dozen old men wearing bright red feathers were dancing weird dances and making weird movements.
They were wearing masks, holding bright bird feathers in their hands, and making whining sounds from their mouths, like the whimpering of the mountain wind passing through the cliff, which was hard to let go.
"Where are they going?" Jiang Wen felt a sense of sadness for some reason, no matter how joyful and lively the atmosphere of the ceremony was.
"Let's go take a look." Jiang Wenji did not explain to him this time, but motioned Jiang Wen to follow the people from the Tuoba clan walked out of the gate and waved their feather fans to disperse the surrounding fog.
In the vast fog, everyone opened a clear passage.
The voices of the Tuoba clan members were low, they spoke words that Jiang Wen did not understand, and they kept praying forward.
Walking forward slowly, various mentally abnormal people gradually appeared in the people suddenly burst into tears, while others laughed were also people lying on the ground making weird gestures, and there were all sorts of different expressions, which seemed particularly weird in this quiet and unquiet procession.
It's just that everyone seems to be used to this situation, they just lower their heads and talk about moving Wen felt out of place in this group, and the idea of destroying everything around him slowly came into his mind.
Just as his mind was getting hotter and his murderous intention was getting golden elixir in the Qi Sea overflowed with cool air, immediately eliminating his murderous intention.
Jiang Wen just woke up from a dream and calmed down.
"What happened to me just now? Why did I suddenly have murderous intention?" Jiang thought fearfully after hearing feeling just now was too strange. He wanted to destroy everything inexplicably, and wanted to destroy everything in front of him.
"Is this the fog?" Jiang Wen was still frightened. Only then did he truly understand why the immortal monks were so afraid of the boasted that he was good at cultivating his soul, but he almost lost himself in this heavy fog. If he had been a mentally weaker person, he would have been addicted to murderous intent.
I mobilized my magic power to protect my consciousness, but I felt that my magic power was running the speed of recovery is a bit slower, which is really uncomfortable.
People continued to fall down along the way, but the team still did not stop.
Until even Jiang Wenji was a little unbearable, and when she seemed to be crazy beside him, the advancing team stopped.
Jiang Wen looked and saw a huge cauldron standing on a high platform in the cauldron was now burning with flames, dispersing the surrounding fog.
The burly man, the leader of the Tuoba clan, was wearing bright brocade clothes and his face was smeared with were feathers on his head, and his whole body looked like a peacock with its tail spread.
Standing on the high platform, the clan leader opened his mouth wide and pale yellow light arose all over his body, and the people around him who had been confused suddenly woke the ceremony began and the old men on the wooden frame stepped on the high platform and dancing, they finally knelt on the ground and cried something to the sky.
Jiang Wen couldn't understand, but he could feel the meaning of the old men's are praying for God's mercy and longing for peace.
Under Jiang Wen's gaze, the old men who were kneeling on the ground got up from the by one, they walked to the cauldron, and then threw themselves into the sea of fire without hesitation.
The fire in the cauldron suddenly became strong, and the old men just stood quietly inside the cauldron without any struggle.
This was such a heart-shaking scene. Jiang Wen had never seen anyone sit so quietly in the fire and let the fire engulf watched the old people's bodies being burned into charcoal by the fire, and smelled the burnt smell of their flesh and it finally became a pile of charcoal, making the fire in the cauldron become more and more fierce.
The entire ceremony was extremely quiet, no one dared to make a Wen saw the old man's family members crying. They covered their mouths and tried not to make any sound.
He died silently, in the fire.
Jiang Wen looked at the tripod and didn't understand why this group of people did this.
Until he saw the heavy fog around Tuoba's family slowly dissipating, and the sky revealed the color it should have.
The Tuoba clan members cheered and danced around the high shouted that the fog was receding, and the people who fell on the ground slowly woke up.
Until this moment, Jiang Wen understood the purpose of this ceremony, and also understood the meaning of calling people "firewood".
He left the crowd silently, no longer listening to the joy of the Tuoba people.
I found a corner and looked at the clear surroundings. These are the living places that the old people exchanged for their was also something that the Tuoba people had no choice but to one knows when the fog will lift, and no one can survive in the people of the Tuoba clan need to survive, so someone must sacrifice.
It was such a simple truth, Jiang Wen just felt a little sad.
"Are you really a monk?" Jiang Wenji walked to him and said raised her head and looked into the distance, where she saw the playing figures of tribal children. "I have never seen a monk like you."
"A monk?" Jiang Wen squinted his eyes and said while looking at the white mist in a distant place. "Rather than saying that I am a monk, it is better to say that I am a cultivator."
"Cultivation of Tao? What is Tao?" Jiang Wenji wondered.
"Tao? Tao is life and everything. It's the river water that can no longer flow back and forth." Jiang Wen sighed softly. "The Tao is ultimately in the heart."
"Cultivation, cultivation. It sounds pretty good." Jiang Wenji smiled sweetly. "It's better that I call you a Taoist priest from now on."
"Taoist? Hahaha, that's fine, you can call me Taoist." Jiang Wen heard Jiang Wenji say the word Taoist, and laughed after being stunned for a didn't expect that 10 years ago, such wonderful things could happen. It's really wonderful.
In the next few days, Tuoba will perform rituals every the old to the young, there will always be people who throw themselves into the cauldron and burn themselves to dispel the during every ceremony, the people of the Tuoba clan would replace sadness with joy.
During this time, Jiang Wen tried to get in touch with the wanted to find out what was in the it is really as described in the myth, it is the turbid air that the gods turned into after the creation of the world.
On the ninth day, the fog finally disappeared overnight, as if it had never happened before.
(End of this chapter)