At this moment, Fang Yuan's heart moved. While filming the Nuo dance on the altar, he asked: "Xiao Meng, you seem to say that your grandfather is a cultural expert and scholar?

"Yes." Ning Meng nodded and said proudly: "My grandfather is also a cultural celebrity in the province and is still very respected. Otherwise, Mr. Zhao would not be so polite to us..."

Fang Yuan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the design plan was not in line with his wishes. Mr. Zhao also wanted to explain it with a angrily voice. It turned out that there was still this factor. Then he asked curiously: "Then has your grandfather studied this kind of Nuo dance?"

"This..." Ning Meng hesitated a little: "It's hard to say... Brother Fang, why are you asking this?"

"It's okay." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "I'm just simply curious and want to know the origin of the Nuo dance in this village."

A young villager next to him heard the conversation between the two and interrupted and explained: "This has no origin, it is passed down by our ancestors. I heard from the older generation that this is a ritual to expel evil ghosts."

"Driving out evil spirits?" Fang Yuan stared for a moment and suddenly asked, "By the way, brother, we were on the mountain before, and we also saw the same building as the altar in the village. Was that specially built by your village?"

"Yes." The young villager said with a smile: "Did the uncles carry the wild boar to the altar and worship him?"

"That's right?" Ning Meng nodded quickly and asked curiously: "Is that worshiping the mountain god?"

"It should be, I don't understand it very much. Anyway, there are at least eight such altars in the mountains." The young villagers gestured: "Occasionally, if you go up the mountain, if you catch any prey, if you are near those altars, you must take something to worship. This is a rule passed down a long time ago, and it may be like you said, worshiping the mountain god."

"What, there are eight altars?" Fang Yuan and Ning Meng were suddenly surprised.

"Yes." The young villager laughed and said, "Eight altars are distributed in different places. Some altars have become ruined over time. However, some altars are still well preserved and are no different from those in the village."

"The atmosphere of worship of the mountain gods in your village is so strong." Ning Meng was a little shocked.

"It's much better now." The young villagers explained: "At least, everyone will not go to worship deliberately. I remember when I was young, every festival, the elderly in the village would lead everyone to worship together. Every altar must be worshipped once, and it takes a whole day to return to the village..."

"That's quite hard." Ning Meng said mercifully.

"Who said it was not?" The young villagers nodded repeatedly: "If it was once a year, it would be fine, but they would even go to worship the Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival and Double Ninth Festival. It's too frequent and tired!"

While the young villagers complained, Fang Yuan was thinking and laughed: "Brother, this shouldn't be too tiring. After all, it's enough to put some sacrifices on it and just worship it. How simple is it to take a few minutes."

"Not that easy." The young villagers immediately shook their heads: "You must think it's simple when you see a few uncles carrying wild boars to worship. But when you really worship, it's a very complicated set. Just burn all kinds of incense, candles, firecrackers, you have to beat drums and drums, and dance the kind of dance on the platform..."

"A program cannot be handled from the beginning to the end without more than an hour. Eight altars will definitely take a whole day. And after returning to the village, you have to continue to worship the village..."

The young villagers looked like they were unbearable to look back on the past: "Anyway, after a lot of trouble, everyone needs to rest for at least two or three days before they can recover."

"It sounds so miserable." Ning Meng said with a tweet: "It seems that traditional things can be quite troublesome."

"That's right, that's right..." The young villagers seemed to have found a soulmate, and chatting with Ning Meng was very popular. Fang Yuan stopped joining in the fun. While recording the video, he drank with alcohol. His thoughts were flying, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

The lively dinner ended in the end. The elderly and children could not stay up late and went back to sleep first. Then the others packed up the messy cups and plates and then dispersed in groups of three or three.

For a moment, the bonfire under the altar slowly faded away, and only the dim charcoal fire was left to appear and light smoke floated into the night sky, the stars were lonely and very peaceful.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Fang Yuan and others got up early and were ready to go.

This time, due to yesterday's struggle, everyone's speed was undoubtedly much faster. In just over half an hour, they passed through the forest and came to the bottom of the stretching mountain.

This is the progress of yesterday, and now it is resumed. Needless to say more, everyone went upstream again and continued to penetrate the vast mountains along the stream.

Suddenly, Ning Meng seemed to have found something and signaled excitedly: "Brother Fang, look, there is an altar over there."

"Hmm?" Fang Yuan took the opportunity to see that there was indeed an altar a few hundred away.

If I hadn't listened to the young villagers' stories last night and knew that there were many altars in the mountains, I guess everyone would have been surprised to see this altar now.

At the right time, Fang Yuan's eyes flashed, and then he turned around and said, "Go and have a look. Everyone is tired, so take a break."

Along the way, although I didn’t have to open the road frequently, I was inevitably going to climb up and down, and everyone also consumed a lot of energy, so no one opposed Fang Yuan’s proposal.

At that moment, everyone left the stream and slowly walked towards the altar.

After getting closer, everyone found that the altar in front of them might have been abandoned for too long, and the stones on the steps had collapsed, especially the wooden railings of the altar, which directly decayed and broke, leaving only a bare platform.

The surface of the platform becomes bumpy, uneven, and even broken spider web patterns due to the erosion of rain. If not unexpected, or in a few years or more, the altar will be completely cracked into broken walls.

The main reason is that people today have a very indifferent view of faith. If it were the past, as long as there were cracks on the altar, someone would probably have carefully repaired it and inherited it from generation to generation before it can be passed on to this day.

Now it’s not possible, the world is getting worse and the people’s hearts are not as good as ever. In the village, everyone is lively and lively. If they really want to go to the mountains to worship every once in a while, everyone feels annoyed and doesn’t want to suffer this hardship.

Speaking of which, the root cause is a matter of interests. After all, in ancient times, the people were relatively backward and had no culture, and had a sense of awe of ghosts and gods, so they must worship them all the time, seek protection from ghosts and gods, and let their families have peace.

But now, everyone believes in science, and the theory of ghosts and gods has no future. There is no benefit in worshiping them, so who is willing to waste his efforts?

This is also a fact, because no matter ancient and modern times, Chinese people have always been utilitarian for their beliefs. If you bless me, I respect you. If you don’t protect me, why would I offer you?

Therefore, seeking a spiritual destination is generally not related to secular people, but usually the pretentiousness of literary youth...

A messy thought flashed through Fang Yuan's mind. After walking to the altar, his mind was determined. Then he slowly looked around and saw another round hill next to the altar.

The round hills are lush with grass and trees, and pine and cypress trees are planted at the foot of the mountain. Everyone came to the altar and there was a shade to hide the shade. The breeze blew, which was very refreshing.

At this time, Ning Meng blew the dust on the altar and sat down and smiled: "Brother Fang, I seem to understand why the village built eight altars on the mountain."

"Why?" Fang Yuan turned around curiously and listened to Ning Meng's insights.

"One altar is equivalent to a temporary place to settle down." Ning Meng smiled and said, "You can rest during the day and even come here to spend the night at night. As long as you light a bonfire, you probably won't dare to approach the poisonous snakes and beasts, they can sleep peacefully."

"It sounds quite reasonable." Sanger nodded, "Maybe it is one of the purposes."

Everyone chatted for a few words, and Sanger noticed keenly that Fang Yuan seemed to have not made any sound. He asked with the opportunity: "Brother Fang, are you tired? Come and sit for a while and have a rest."

"...Well." Fang Yuan walked over and wanted to sit down, but his eyes fixed on his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Sanger noticed that Fang Yuan's expression was different, and couldn't help asking.

Fang Yuan didn't say anything, but just squatted down gently, then took the dead branches and gently scraped the moss on the edge of the altar. It was not too late, and the moss peeled off, revealing some mottled line marks, as if it was some kind of picture.

“Huh?”

Seeing this, Sanger and others were naturally very surprised and surrounded them to watch.

"I didn't expect that there were pictures on the altar?" Ning Meng said in surprise: "I don't know what the painting is..."

Fang Yuan didn't say anything, but just accelerated the speed of scraping the moss. A few minutes later, the small half of the moss peeled off and fell down, and a relatively complete pattern also appeared in front of everyone.

However, due to the erosion of wind and rain moss, the pattern lines are also missing and become very blurred. However, after closer inspection, you can roughly recognize some information.

These patterns are similar to portraits, but they are the simplest line characters. This is understandable. After all, it is not necessary to require rural people to master advanced carving techniques and be able to portray human forms, which is also good.

Ning Meng glanced at it a few times and guessed: "It seems to be a scene of a sacrifice?"

"It should be..." Fang Yuan nodded, took out his mobile phone and took down the patterns, and then smiled and said, "It seems that there is no such patterns in the village altar. After going back, you have to ask them if they have cut corners."

"No?" Ning Meng said blankly: "I didn't pay attention to this."

"It may be a newly built altar, so it was not carved..." Fang Yuan explained casually, then put away his cell phone, patted the dust on his hands, and sat on the altar and gnawed on the dry food.

The others were curious and looked at each other for a while, and they felt bored, so they dispersed and sat around the altar to cool off. Some people even lay under the shade of the tree, squinting their eyes and dozing off, which was so comfortable.

Sanger suddenly asked, "Brother Fang, have you walked for a long time on the way, but still haven't noticed it?" r1152
Chapter completed!