Daomu Biji

When I heard this from Lao Ti, I asked him what he thought of. He scratched his head and said, "Here is just a rough guess. This copper tree may not be the key. The ravine above the tree may be working. At that time, this thing might be used to collect some liquid, such as rain, blood, or dew. "

Old itch asked him: "Is it the same thing as the previous emperor collected dew to brew tea leaves? What is it called, no root water?"

Master Liang used his pen to hang some black deposits in those gullies. After thousands of years, it was impossible to tell whether these were the dried blood of the ancestors or the precipitation in the rain.He looked at this branch again, and said, "Look, there is something like a bayonet bleeding channel under these branches, all the way to the cloud and thunder pattern. This branch must also have a function in the sacrifice. It is possible that it is really a blood sacrifice. There are relationships."

We threw Uncle Tai's body off the branches and stayed for a while, and nothing else. The old itch was impatient and urged us to get off quickly.

I climbed up and asked Master Liang about the views of these ravines.Why are these ravines related to the sacrificial rites of the year, and how did such rituals proceed?

Master Liang said to me that although the sacrificial offerings in the Western Zhou Dynasty were not as brutal as the Shang dynasty, human animals are inevitable. The so-called different methods of sacrifice are just how to kill human animals differently, such as sacrificial land, bury people alive In order to worship the god of fire, he burned people to death, and sacrificed the god of the river, and threw it into the river.

Here is such a huge bronze tree, which may be sacrificed to a god tree such as hibiscus ruomu, or to the god Jumang of Smu, usually this kind of god uses blood sacrifice.

Just now, Uncle Tai ’s blood flowed down the bronze branches into the cloud and thunder pattern on the bronze tree, all the way down. If such a line is not designed in advance, it will not run so smoothly, plus the above bronze branches. Those bayonet-like blood-slot-like traces, things are very clear, here must be a sacrificial vessel used for blood sacrifice.

The so-called blood sacrifice, most of the time to enter the ground with blood, when sacrificed, the sacrifice must be fixed on these bronze branches, the blood of the corpse is drawn out, and painted into the cloud and thunder pattern on the tree body, if the blood is not halfway Condensation will inevitably flow all the way to the root of this bronze tree buried deep under the rock, symbolizing the meaning of giving blood to the gods.

To put it in perspective, the pattern of the whole tree is like blood spit in the anatomy room of the hospital. The blood on a few corpses, no matter how much, is finally collected by these gullies into the blood spit, and then flows into the sewer. Just here Do n’t make the lines that seem to be used for decoration, which just explains why the gully between these clouds and thunder lines is so ridiculously deep.

Such cruel and large-scale sacrifices, obviously, cannot be held for a long time even in a powerful country, so ancient books are only sporadic records. As for the specific ritual process, how many animals are needed, nothing is known.

After listening to Master Liang, I sighed the wisdom of the ancients on the one hand and felt chills on the other hand. Such a huge project was just a tool for killing people. It was foolish.Thinking of the countless slaves that were inserted upside down on these branches, the blood followed the bronze trenches to turn the entire tree into a blood column, and I felt the seemingly bitter cold penetrate through those trenches.

Thinking of the dim sum, I said to the old itch: "Let ’s go a little faster, or wait for Uncle Tai ’s blood to flow, maybe the god of Saki thought that someone would come to sacrifice, and the old man came out to walk and said no I will be able to treat us as a sacrifice. "

Old Itching did n’t take Master Liang ’s words at heart and said to me: “Do n’t believe him, there will be so many people killing and playing for you at that time in China. Pig head and sheep head, we are climbing up and ordering, maybe we can still see a few thousand years of dried pork sticks. Moreover, even if it is a person, after a person dies, the blood will soon congeal, you can rest assured, here is high , The blood flow is not dry in the end, once again, just your blood, people do n’t look down on it, how natural they used to be, they eat food without pesticides, and drink water without pollution, the whole one is Farmer's blood-a little sweet, you are okay now, your blood bleeds out, and the old people will definitely get food poisoning after drinking it, so it is a fool thing. "

I heard the glutes in my forehead burst out, and could not help but say that I yelled: "I fuck you an egg, what is it, why is my blood poisoned? Can your fucking mouth stop ..."

Master Liang looked at me and was busy, saying: "Two people, this is a situation. Now, let's not talk ridiculously in this situation. You don't think that these branches are getting more and more dense. Keep going like this. Is it hard to climb up? "

The old itch said: "Here there are sparse and dense, it's easy to climb if it's dense. It's impossible that you want to be more sparse and better. It's better that each one is more than two meters apart. ? "

I said to the old itch: "Don't make a conclusion first, I think it's a bit wrong, you hit the flashlight."

When we came up, the torch was still used for lighting, because the flashlight in Uncle Tai ’s bag did not have enough power, we did n’t want to waste it, but now I want to see things in the distance, I ca n’t do it with a torch of.

Old itch picked up the flashlight, concentrated the light beam, and shot it upwards. I saw that the bronze branches have a tendency to gradually increase above our heads. Up to seven or eight meters, the dense branches are like thorns. Only hanging upside down first, and then climbing up on the pointed ends of these branches, and doing so is much more dangerous than climbing against the copper tree.

As of today, even if it is the Longtan Tiger Cave in front of us, we have to break in. The old itch makes us take it in a circle. We climbed out of the branches first, and then we found the rope from Uncle Tai from above and dropped it. Grabbing the rope and climbing up.

Looking up again, the situation here is no longer like what we see below. The bronze branches are so dense that there is nowhere to intervene. I climbed a while, and I wondered why the trend of Uncle Tai would fall and then go up, I'm afraid it's hard to find even the place to step on the foot. As long as one pays attention to it, or gives a blow to the kind above, he might go down to accompany Uncle Tai.

Old itch climbed quickly at this time. I have no strength to stop him. I can only calm down. On the one hand, I will not let myself fall behind. On the other hand, I must always remind myself to be careful.At the same time, the torch can not be used at this time, because there is no extra hand to take him, I can only extinguish it and insert it into my waist.

Because this section was too dangerous, almost no one spoke. Soon, under the illumination of the flashlight, I found that the rock walls around the bronze tree also began to change. There were natural stalactite cones and some dissolved rock curtains. The range of artificial excavation, the above section is already a naturally formed cave.

Through this period, the rock walls began to shrink. I also found that on both sides of the rock walls, some caves of different sizes began to appear. They were not deep. I could see the bottom. There were a few caves that seemed to have something to illuminate the flashlight. There will be some reflections, these phenomena make me gradually feel uneasy.But the rock wall is tens of meters away from us. I do n’t believe there are any variables that can directly affect us from the opposite side.

I attracted attention to the cave on the side. I did n’t find that the old itch and Master Liang who had climbed in front had stopped. It did n’t reflect until I hit Master Liang ’s butt. I looked up and saw that there was a lot of This kind of masked monkey is exactly the same as the one we just encountered below.

A closer look reveals that the monkeys are dead. The hot air blown down from the corpses blows into the corpses, twisting weirdly. The hands and feet are stuck in the dense branches, and they do n’t fall below.There are dozens of such dry corpses, and the weird mask did not fall off with the corpse shrivelling, still staring at us silently, as if it would be resurrected at any time.

We slowed down and watched these strange things carefully.

The monkey's body seems to have a skin disease. Most of the hair has fallen off, showing a gray color. It looks somewhat similar to human skin, but when you look closely, you find that there are very obvious lesions, which come from the body shape. Look, these monkeys are about 15 to 16 children tall (of course not Yao Ming), maybe a little taller, in this case, my sense of height almost fails.

The mask on the monkey's face looks like a stone texture, and it is perfectly polished. I even suspect that it may be made of porcelain. From the junction of the mask and the monkey's head, this mask seems to be burnt into the meat, or what bloody is used The means is directly with the face.

Most of the cadavers are completed, and only a few are left with one limb, presumably because the cadavers are too old, and the cadavers are too dry, resulting in natural fragmentation.

Master Liang asked us not to crawl first, pointing to a corpse and saying, "Wait a minute, I think the posture of this monkey is a little weird. I seem to have seen it there, wait for me to take a closer look."

Old itch said to him: "As long as you are in trouble, look at everything. Be careful. Wait a moment, the monkey below thinks you have a weird posture."

Master Liang didn't pay attention to the old itch, carefully approached the nearest corpse, and took his mask. The skin of Gancang's face immediately cracked. Master Liang easily tore the mask off, and he leaned into the face of the cadaver After looking around, he turned to us and said, "Two ... this, this ... doesn't seem to be a monkey, this is a ... face."