Chapter 242: Drum, witch, dance

? It seems that I wanted to see this sacrifice of the Qingque tribe. After the snow stopped, the sun, which hadn't appeared for a few days, showed its small face flushed and burst into golden light today.
The white snow set off the light, making the light everywhere, dazzling people's eyes.
The people of the Qingque tribe didn't care about this at all. With full expectation, they stood on tiptoes and looked inside.
In the room, there are the leading figures of the Qingque tribe, the son, the witch, the leader, the second brother, the Shang, and the Sha.
The son of God standing in the middle, holding two drumsticks in his hands, explained something to the people, and the few people did not nod their heads to show that they understood what the son of God meant.
After a while, the big brother came out and asked everyone standing outside to stand. Wu put on the crown and the bone stick in his hand.
As usual, during the sacrifice, the witch danced directly, but this time was obviously different.
The people of the Qingque tribe did not learn to line up. Even though they had tried hard to stand, they were still in a mess. Some messy and inaudible voices sounded like mosquitoes singing.
"Boom!"
Just at this time, a dull voice suddenly came out, exploding in the ears.
The witch's body trembled, and the bone staff in his hand almost fell. The senior brother and others were also agitated. Even though they had been ordered by the son before, at this time, they were still taken away by the sudden explosion.
The buzzing outside the house disappeared, everyone was quiet, and many people grew their mouths.
After a short period of sluggishness, surprise, panic, fear... these emotions only appeared on them.
Some timid people are trembling, and some even look up at the sky.
The sky is bright, without the slightest cloud...
So... where did this sudden thunder sound come from?
Everyone was puzzled, and the fear of the unknown became even greater.
"Boom!"
Between everyone's surprise and uncertainty, there was another dull sound similar to before.
Then came a series of "Boom boom boom......!"
over there!
It is the son of God!
The big brother and Shang, who were stunned by the sudden drum beat by Han Cheng in the room, were stunned for a while before remembering what the son had explained before, and hurriedly walked behind and stood on both sides of the totem poles.
As the two of them left, the scene inside the house that was originally blocked was finally clearly displayed in front of everyone.
Son of God!
It is the son of God!
They thought in their hearts.
The son of God was holding a drumstick in one hand, and slammed it what they had recently made, which the son of God called a drum.
Every time the drumsticks are dropped, there will be a buzzing sound. The sound is like thunder when the weather is hot and rainy. It is awesome and trembling.
This was supposed to be something in the sky, but now it has been tamed by the son of God and got their blue bird tribe...
At this moment, they suddenly had an urge to worship.
Xiangtian God, Xiang Shenzi, Xiang this amazing thundering drum, this is the idea that they have never had in previous sacrifices.
Wu Canglao's cheeks were white and then flushed, his eyes trembling as he watched the drum beaten by the son.
Although he had learned about the role and effectiveness of the drum from the gods before, the power displayed by the drum at this time was far beyond his imagination.
Did the son put the thunder from the sky into this drum? He thought like the others.
He thought about it, and it took him a while before he suddenly remembered his previous explanation, complaining about how he delayed the sacrifice, and hurriedly preparing to start the sacrifice dance.
It was at this time that the son of God suddenly stopped.
The thunder disappeared, and the world quieted down suddenly, the child holding the drumstick frowned slightly, looking at the drum on the shelf, and muttering to himself.
Wu was taken aback, stopped the dance that was about to begin, and hurriedly moved closer to the god, wanting to know what happened.
But the son whispered to himself: "No, the voice shouldn't be so small..."
Wu Wu stiffened and almost fell.
My son, this sound almost knocked over the roof, you still think it is not big enough?
Even though he was as calm as a witch, he didn't know how to express his feelings for a while.
"Light a fire."
After thinking about it for a while with the drumsticks in his arms, Han Cheng suddenly spoke.
Two people were responsible for the fire and the fire, and a fire soon ignited outside the door.
Han Cheng asked the two brothers and brother Sha who were originally arranged to carry the drums.
The two of them have more respect for this thing that can make thunderous noises, and there is awe in the respect.
According to Han Cheng's instructions, the two carefully carried the drum and followed Han Cheng out.
At the order of Han Cheng, he picked up the drum and put one end of the drum on the burning fire, and let the fire burn more than 20 centimeters away from the flame.
After roasting for a while, he changed his head according to the order of the son, and then roasted.
The onlookers of the Qingque tribe were amazed that the food would be better if it is grilled on the fire. Now the son of God asks the drum to be grilled on the fire. Is it too difficult to eat?
Of course, Han Cheng didn't want to eat, but remembered the way he had seen before, the drums didn't make much noise in the cold weather.
Li He once wrote in "The Goose Gate Prefect" that the frost can't make the sound of heavy drums, and the Qingque tribe is just as cold now.
To make the drum sound louder, it's very simple, just make the drum hot.
The heated drum was taken back again and placed in the shelf. After Han Cheng signaled to the people in the room, a drumstick fell fiercely.
The skin on the drum trembled rapidly, and a dull loud bang came from the drum, moving towards the surroundings.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe inside and outside the house shook, and they only felt that the sound seemed to be blowing in their hearts.
Witch's eyes were full of awe and worship, and his mind moved with this constant roar, and for a moment he forgot to perform the sacrifice.
It was not until Han Cheng reminded that he began to dance in a small area in the house. His steps were unprecedentedly vigorous, and his movements were naturally smooth. This old man, who had never successfully communicated to the gods, sacrificed this time in the roar of drums. There is a different feeling from the past.
It seems to be one step closer to the gods...
Han Cheng didn’t know much about drumming. He just kept beating in the rhythm of ‘boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. Knock for a while as you want, anyway, if there is anyone who knows drums, everything is up to you.
After the dance, the drums stopped temporarily. According to the instructions in advance, the people around the door were separated. The witch with a feather crest and a bone staff walked out of the room and headed towards the cave.
Next came the second brother Sha, who was holding the drum stand and the drums on the stand, and the son Han Da, who was carrying drumsticks on the drum that was raised very low from time to time.
Behind them are the big brothers and Shang two who are holding the totem pole.
The others followed behind the totem pole and headed for the cave together.
Inside the cave, among the rumbling drums, Wu circled three times around the totem pole and the big brother and Shang who were holding the totem pole. During this process, they said something vaguely.
After three laps, the totem pole was lifted to its original position.
A bonfire was ignited, dispelling the darkness in the cave, and illuminating everything clearly.
Playing the drums is a physical task, and Han Cheng is already sweating.
He was too addicted to drumming, and took advantage of this short opportunity to hand the drumsticks to the idle master.
The big brother looked a little cramped and withdrawn, but the son Han Da, who wanted to be the shopkeeper, naturally would not give him a chance to refuse.
After simply teaching some simple knocking methods, the drumsticks are in the hands of the master.
The big brother holding the drumsticks is tight, with tension, expectation and a sense of sacred responsibility.
This is the first time that he has not participated in the sacrifice as a bystander.
And, I will personally handle this artifact that can contain thunder...
All of this filled him with excitement and anticipation.
Amidst the roar of drums, a different sacrificial ceremony began again.
Bows, arrows, and slings are placed respectfully on the stone platform in front of the totem pole. These are the best items for the Qingque tribe to sacrifice to the gods.
Han Cheng, the pseudo-god, stood by the totem pole as before, enjoying the same treatment as the gods—acting as a clay puppet.
With the dance of the witch and the rumbling drums, everyone sincerely thanked the gods for their blessings to the Qingque tribe, and thank the gods for leading the Qingque tribe to become stronger...
Because of the appearance of the drum, those who participated in the sacrifices were more engaged than ever.
After a lot of excitement, the sacrifice was over, and the totem pole was once again carried by the big brother and Shang, and returned to the house.
Compared with the beginning of ~EbookFREE.me~ the ceremony is simple and deserted.
Also starting today, the sacrificial ceremony of the Qingque tribe has been outlined in a general framework, divided into roughly three procedures, welcoming the gods, offering sacrifices, and giving them away.
In these processes, the initial welcoming of the gods requires the son himself to beat the drums, Wu Qi dance, and the leader together with others to lift the totem pole of the sojourn.
When offering sacrifices, the leader beats the drums...
Compared with the solo dance of the witch in the past, this kind of sacrifice has a more ritual sense, and it also allows people to devote themselves to it.
It can also show the status of the gods, witches, and leaders in the Qingque tribe.
Of course, these are only rough frameworks, and the latter can be filled with new things as needed.
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